#ok a few things..........................

[imathers]

And so the work week comes to an end! A pretty frustrating week overall here. Last weekend my kitchen sink started backing up greywater; thankfully mostly not flooding, or at least not so fast that I couldn't bail it out, but I was also out of the apartment most of both days. So it definitely flooded a bit, and even when it wasn't the pressure was causing some leaking under the sink, and that was hard to keep up with. Bless the emergency plumber for coming back Sunday night after they gave him the wrong info while I was out, and staying until 1 am when it was fixed, but with everything else going on it took until Wednesday night that I actually had the kitchen back to functioning at all.

And that's just the most glaring thing, seems like the week was mostly a succession of finding out about or remembering one damn thing after another that stressed me out, cost me money, or both. Next couple of weeks are not looking very enjoyable for me personally as a result, but I'll be ok. For now I am relieved to not have to look at work (which was not unstressful) for a few days, and I am outta here. Have a good one, hopefully a better one than me!

[zedleaked]

[[Geez Louise!]] WHAT YEAR IS IT? AM I BACK IN THE [21st]??? I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THESE LONG NOSED FREAKS AGAIN SINCE I FOUND OUT THEY HAD NEW THINGS TO SAY LET'S TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE AND TALK ABOUT SPAM AND HIS COWORKERS!

NEW CHAPTER 4 ADDISON INTERACTIONS:

LET'S START WITH THE [NEO] [NEW]: IN CHAPTER 4 THE ADDISONS GET NEW DIALOGUE! EACH TIME YOU REENTER THEIR AREA, THE ADDISONS AT THEIR BOOTH CHANGE! HERE'S A COLLECTION OF THOSE INTERACTIONS.

STARTING WITH: PINK AND ORANGE... WHO COULD THAT PINK FELLA BE POSSIBLY REFERRING TO...

NEXT UP: ORANGE AND YELLOW! I THINK YOU MIGHT WANT TO RECONSIDER THAT ONE, YELLOW. + MISTAKE ME IF I'M WRONG BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN YELLOW ADDISON'S FRONT SPRITE IN GAME! YOU COULD ONLY FIND THEIR BACK SPRITE BACK IN THE TRASHZONE [WHICH WE WILL TALK ABOUT LATER]

NOW: YELLOW AND BLUE! FUNNY THAT YELLOW IS THE ONE TALKING ABOUT TEA BECAUSE PINK IS THE TEA VENDOR... ALSO BLUE'S DIALOGUE OK MAN.

BLUE AND PINK: THIS ONE IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE #HUGYOURSELF IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY MY SCRIBBLES, THERE ARE A FEW SUBTLE REFERENCES TO SPAMTON/HIS DIALOGUE WHEN YOU SPEAK WITH THE ADDISONS BUT WHATEVER COULD THIS MEAN?! ARE MY KIDS SAFE?! HOW ABOUT WE DIAL IT BACK A LITTLE...

SPAMTON AND HIS "FRIENDS":

THE YEAR IS [2021] DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2 JUST CAME OUT, HOW TIME FLIES!!! [[Oh god, it's so far back]]. YOU MEET THIS ODD SPAMTON GUY, AND HE'S SHAPING UP TO BE QUITE THE CHARACTER! YOU ASK HIM ABOUT HIS HISTORY, HIS FRIENDS BUT...

THIS IS ALL HE HAS TO SAY. HE DOESN'T NEED THEM.

ASKING THE ADDISONS ABOUT SPAMTON:

CLEARLY, THE PAST IS FAR, FAR BEHIND HIM. BUT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT BE NOSY [HAHA]. THESE ADDISON FELLAS AROUND TOWN SEEM TO RESEMBLE THE GUY QUITE A BIT, WHY DON'T WE ASK THEM INSTEAD?

...STILL, VAGUE RADIO SILENCE. FOR WHATEVER REASON THEY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM.

THEY MUST'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER, RIGHT? THERE'S NO WAY THEY DON'T. HECK, HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS MANNEQUIN THEY LUG AROUND EVERYWHERE THAT BEARS AN UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO SPAMTON? NOT ONLY THAT IT LOOKS MORE AND MORE LIKE HIM THE MORE TIME PASSES DO THEY MISS HIM?

SPAMTON HIMSELF ALSO SEEMS TO REACT TO THE MANNEQUIN, IF YOU TRY TO GO THROUGH WITH HIS DEAL AND HAVE IT ON YOU, HE DOES NOTABLY LESS DAMAGE TO YOU... DOES HE RECOGNISE IT?

NOT ONLY THAT, YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO PUT SPAMTON HIMSELF INSIDE IT, HOWEVER, HE DOESN'T LET IT HAPPEN.

SPAMTON NEO:

SO, WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PUSH EVERYONE TO THEIR LIMITS? COMPLETELY [FREEZE] EVERYONE WITH YOUR DISPLAY? WELL, WHEN SPAMTON ACHIEVES HIS [NEO] FORM HE SAYS THIS: JUST THE IDEA OF CALLING FOR HELP, CALLING OUT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CARE FOR YOU, IT MAKES HIM SICK.

HE TALKS ABOUT MUTTERING YOUR LOST FRIENDS NAMES AT THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER, VERY OBVIOUS PROJECTION... AND IT MATCHES UP WITH WHAT HE SAYS IN HIS INTRODUCTION TOO... HIS FRIENDS ABANDONING HIM [FOR THE SLIME] HIS SALES GOING DOWN THE [DRAIN] LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN.

TRASHZONE EPILOGUE:

...BUT... WHAT IF YOU WANTED... MORE?

HEAD OVER TO YOUR LOCAL [TRASH HEAP] AND FIND...

THE ADDISONS, WILLING TO SHARE ALL THAT THEY KNOW.

SPAMTON WAS AN ADDISON LIKE THEM BACK IN THE DAY, JUST UNFORTUNATE. THERE SEEMS TO BE A LITTLE SYMPATHY THERE, AT LEAST ON YELLOW'S PART.

THEY GATHER HERE AFTER YOUR FIGHT WITH SPAMTON NEO, BY THE WAY. THERE SEEM TO BE NO OTHER TRIGGERS FOR THIS INTERACTION OTHER THAN FIGHTING HIM. HOW DID THEY KNOW? DID YOUR CURIOUS QUERIES ABOUT THEIR OLD CO-WORKER LEAD THEM TO THE GARBAGE TO... REMINISCE?

A BLUE ADDISON REVEALS THAT SPAMTON AND THE REST OF THE ADDISONS WOULD MEET UP AT THE CYBER GRILL [I WISH THIS WAS A PLACE YOU COULD VISIT IN GAME],, SPAMTON WOULD FANTASIZE ABOUT MAKING IT BIG ONE DAY,, THIS SUGGESTS THEY WERE ALL CLOSE AT ONE POINT, HANGING OUT, HAVING FUN...

THE ORANGE ADDISON TALKS ABOUT HOW SPAMTON CONTACTED A CERTAIN SOMEONE. THIS PERSON MUST'VE BEEN GIVING HIM PLENTY OF ADVICE BECAUSE SPAMTON WOULDN'T GET OFF THE PHONE. THIS ALSO SHOWS HOW EVEN THE ADDISONS THEMSELVES SUSPECT THAT THIS PHONE CALL MAY HAVE BEEN SUPERNATURAL

THE PINK ADDISON TALKS ABOUT SPAMTON'S SUDDEN RISE IN SUCCESS, HOW HIS SEEMINGLY EFFORTLESS POPULARITY MADE EVERYONE JEALOUS, TO THE POINT OF LEAVING HIM, NOT VISITING HIM AT THE GRILL BECAUSE WELL... HE'S RICH AND DIDN'T NEED THEM ANYMORE... RIGHT?

THE OTHER YELLOW ADDISON PIPES ON ABOUT ALL OF HIS SUCCESSFUL DEALS- [WHAT IS *HE* DOING THERE]- BUT... EVENTUALLY THOSE ALL SLIPPED THROUGH, ALL CAME CRASHING DOWN ON HIM IN AN INSTANT... ALMOST LIKE WHATEVER WAS HELPING HIM JUST... ABANDONED HIM TOO.

...SPAMTON HAD TO GET EVICTED FROM THE MANSION, THROW AWAY EVERYTHING HE HAD BUILT UP. WHEN ONE OF THE BLUE ADDISONS WENT TO FIND HIM... AND THEY WERE MET WITH WAS A PHONE LEFT OFF IT'S HANDLE... AND WHEN THEY PUT THE PHONE UP TO THEIR EAR... THEY GOT NOTHING BUT GARBAGE NOISE.

SPAMTON AND THE ADDISONS NEVER FAIL TO DESTROY ME, THEY WERE A HUGE PART OF MY ART BACK IN THE DAY. I TRULY BELIEVE THEM ABANDONING SPAMTON OUT OF JEALOUSY WAS THE BEGINNING OF THAT MAN'S UNDOING. THEY COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THE CONSEQUENCES. THE TOTAL BITTERNESS THAT GREW IN THAT PUPPET AFTER THEIR BETRAYAL, THAT LEAD HIM ON THE PATH TO ABSOLUTE WICKEDNESS. IF HE HAD AT LEAST *ONE* OF THEM TO FALL ONTO AFTER HIS MARKET CRASH MAYBE THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT.

BUT HE MADE TOO MANY ENEMIES.

HIS EGO WAS TOO BIG.

SPAMTON'S FATE:

ONE OF THE LAST TIMES THE ADDISONS DIRECTLY MENTION SPAMTON IS IN THE SPAMTON SWEEPSTAKES, I AM LIKE 90% SURE THIS IS ONE OF THE ADDISONS SPEAKING HERE. THEIR JEALOUSY EXPRESSED AT THE BEGINNING, THEIR WANT TO HAVE WHAT HE HAD... I FEEL THAT'S A CLEAR SIGN AS TO WHO WROTE THIS

THEY SEEM TO HAVE THEIR REASONS TO VOTE FOR EITHER SIDE, CONSIDERING THEMSELVES ONE OF THE DECIDERS OF SPAMTON'S FATE ALONG WITH US. FOR SILENCE, THEY SAY THAT MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE DESERVES THE FAME MORE THAN HIM. FOR FREEDOM, THEY ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR TREATMENT OF SPAMTON...

CONCLUSION:

THE ADDISONS, MUCH LIKE SPAMTON HIMSELF, HAVE PUT THE PAST BEHIND THEM, REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE MAN AND EVEN IF THEY DO, THEY DIVERT THE CONVERSATION QUICKLY... COMPARED TO TENNA, WHO COPES BY LOUDLY EXPRESSING HIS HATRED, TENNA IS MUCH MORE ATTACHED TO THE PAST THAN THE ADS.

NOWADAYS, THEY SEEM TO BE USING SPAMTON'S OLD PHRASES, AS SHOWN IN THE CHAPTER 4 CASTLE TOWN DIALOGUE... NOW THAT MOST OF THEM HAVE LIKELY MOVED ON FROM HIM, THEY'VE BEEN TRYING TO USE HIS TRICKS IN AN ATTEMPT TO GAIN SUCCESS LIKE HE DID. EVEN TAKING A JOB FOR TENNA.

THESE GUYS MEANT A LOT TO ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER IT MADE ME JUMP WHEN I SAW THEM IN CHAPTER 4 THE TRAGEDY OF THE ADDISONS NEVER FAILS TO MAKE MY HEART HURT AND REMIND ME OF OLDER TIMES... THANKS FOR READING MY THREAD ABOUT THEM, I HOPE THIS MADE YOU LIKE THEM JUST A LITTLE MORE... <3

[confusedmothboy]

not to be demanding but I need to keep wife fed pls get on vannat train and make some art PLEASSE I BEG I WILL MAKE SO MANY TRAVIS EDITS

@tortureddelilah (hope i got the tag right) heres ur food

[smallpwbbles]

Ok, so, a few things about this new episode:

Caine is SO desperate to get people to like him omg

JAX HAD A TAIL AT ONE POINT. I REPEAT, JAX HAD A TAIL.

The firefly scene was my favorite part tbh

Bruh he was so upset the suggestion box adventures were working more than his I beg he’s so pathetic I love him

WHEN DID HE HAVE A TAIL WHAT???

Same omg I can’t wait to rewatch the episode

[ellowynthenotking]

Ok but I just saw a tiktok vid where some guy sent a little robot with money and a request for fish food into a pet store, the person who helped was SO EXCITED about it, so I fully believe that you could send in a little robot with an innocuous request and a few credits onto a ship to check if it was already occupied, if yes, just pay as normal for random things, if no, free roaming steally time!

[rin-may-1103]

Turn Back the Frozen Sands of Time. Pt3.

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Danny remained silent as he followed his mother down the winding halls. Some of her spies came and went with reports, muttering just low enough that human ears shouldn't be able to hear.

Group C was in the south wing, and Group D was finishing up with their task. Mother had something planned, which meant they were right smack dab in the middle of it. She was affected by the time travel, but whether it's she, herself, that came back or she's acting on anonymous information, is yet to be determined.

Danny glanced at Damian again, studying his brother without the pretense of their actions being his own fault.

Just like earlier, nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that Damian was standing closer than usual. As if he were worried or guarding Danny.

Danny knew Damian loved him, just like how he loved Damian. But Danny also knew that Damian would do whatever Ra's (and Mother) told him to, blindly trusting the man with their lives. (Literally, if his first death wasn't evident enough.) So, obviously, he's worried about Danny, and acting as if he knows Danny's in danger, but from whom and what is unclear.

Mother stopped to converse with another spy, hurriedly ordering them to do something in code just loud enough for both of them to hear. Damian's brows furrowed, but he didn't seem to understand the order either.

ok, think Danyal; Mother is frantic. She's never frantic; the only reasonable explanation was that she knew something, something she feared and was trying to prevent.

Whatever she knows, Damian has been informed of, but Danny hasn't. She's trusting Damian to follow her orders without argument, which they all know he will. But, she's not trusting Danny with knowing the situation; most likely because she believes he'll react irrationally.

Second, whatever, or whoever, caused this didn't do it because of Danny. In fact, they probably didn't even know he was here, or existed. Which meant an outsider, someone not of the league, was involved. (Was it Father? Batman does have quite a few interesting rogues, but what do they have to do with the league?)

which means Danny's existence here, in the past, is an accident.

ok, how can he use this to his advantage?

"Damian," Danny whispered, glancing at another spy rushing up to Mother and hurriedly whispering orders and reports.

Damian hummed, glancing back down the halls with tense shoulders. Yep, he definitely knew something was going on, and he did not like it.

The best way to get information out of people was to catch them off guard and keep them off balance. Best way to do that for Damian? go back and forth between acting normal and completely different. Oh, and doing the most obvious thing first is usually the least expected.

"Mother wouldn't happen to be planning on confronting grandfather, would she?" Danny asked, casually, studying an empty hall. (he remembered spying on her, overhearing her slowly start to question grandfather and what he stood for. It was only a matter of time before she tried to fight him. He just needed to know what was forcing her to do it before she was ready. Before Danny is supposed to die.)

Damian tensed, whirling back to face Danny like he'd been struck, "What?"

"We both know she's been questioning Grandfather for a while now, so it's not surprising that she's trying to usurp him. What I'm confused about is how rushed and..." Danny glanced at Mother, watching as she closed her eyes for just a moment before ordering her people again. "Frantic, she's acting."

Damian blinked at him, his eyes sharpening to study Danny closely. Now to put his acting skills to the true test.

Turning to Damian, Danny kept his body language open. Standing to attention, ready for a quick order from Mother, but nervously fiddling with his hidden knives, and eyes glancing around like he was scared Grandfather would jump out and attack them at any moment. Confusion on why the two of them are acting weird, but not confused enough to make his knowledge of Mother's plans suspicious.

He was Danyal Al Ghul, a Nine-year-old assassin, just pulled from his daily classes with no idea why; Because honestly, what could Mother possibly need both him and Damian for if she's planning on usurping Grandfather?

Damian glanced away, trying to figure out what he could and couldn't tell Danny. Mother most likely ordered him not to (due to his possible irrational actions), but Danny just revealed he knew and is fine with Mother's plans, which means he's not acting as they expected him to.

"Look," Damian started, watching Mother for a moment, before stepping closer to whisper, "I can't tell you right now, there's too much at risk and I need more time to lay it all out without making it confusing. but essentially," he glanced away, this time down a hall, he was lying then, "Mother was informed of some plans that put both of us in danger. Our job is to do as we're told and stay alive."

"Ok," Danny agreed, simply stepping back and turning to watch Mother again. Damian blinked at him in slight confusion, before his eyes widened like he had just realized something, and he turned back to face Mother.

Danny's old plans to be underestimated hadn't worked before, and they'll likely not work now. Which means he only had a limited amount of time to be underestimated before people caught on.

Damian knew him best; he's likely to have already caught on based on the fact that he just looked like he realised Danny tricked him into telling him more than he was supposed to. (It didn't confirm much, just the fact that whatever happened, put them in danger, but also didn't reveal that he's supposed to die in three days. interesting)

which was technically the plan, Danyal wouldn't have questioned anything, Danyal was loyal and didn't question orders. Danny just used one of the most obvious manipulation tactics he's been taught, and it only worked because of Danyal's established personality. Damian is sure to be suspicious of danny's actions from here on out.

Mother was the next most likely to catch on, and considering she knows he's snuck down into the caves to study the language, she already knows something's up. She'll keep a close eye on his movements from now on.

"Confirmation, Ra's is in the caves, but he has more guards than normal. We don't have enough people to take them out, without notifying him of your plans." Spy 1 reported, bowing to mother and waiting for her orders.

Mother's jaw tensed, her nails biting into her palms as she nervously recalculated. If Grandfather hasn't caught on to how strange she's been acting yet, that means he's been down in the cave for a while.

For either of two reasons, one, so he can verbally lay out his plans and evaluate if they actually make sense (which he does quite often, saying something out loud helps a surprising amount when you get stuck on something mentally).

Or two, for a 'ritual'. Or, in other words, taking a dip in the nasty death slime. Whether it's him or someone else is up in the air.

Cool, so now Danny has to help Mother before she gets the three of them killed, because that's exactly what she's doing by rushing into things. Hopefully, Ra's will be caught by surprise long enough for this to work.

"I can get us in," Danny offered, tilting his head innocently to the side. Mother turned sharply and stared at him, calculating if he was being honest. She glanced at Damian with a brow raised. Damian nodded his head, quickly signing later to hold off having to explain.

Sighing, Mother straightened up and nodded her head, "Lead the way."

And wow, Danny was honestly expecting her to put up more of a fight than that. But as the saying goes, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Nodding his head back, Danny turned and silently marched down the hall to their left. "I found an entrance a while ago, it hasn't been used in years. If grandfather knows of it, he hasn't deemed it necessary to watch. There are no guards on it like the others. Watch your feet, the ground is very loose."

letting his nine-year-old instincts take over, Danny quietly led the growing group down the halls and into a room. The others stopped, glancing around like they'd never known of the room's existence, which maybe they hadn't. Danyal hadn't run into much of anyone while down here.

Casually, making his way to the back, Danny grabbed a specific book and then two others, making sure to use the correct order. A sharp click, then the sound of old gears filled the room. The others tensed, on high alert at the loud sound.

"Don't worry, the natural twists and turns of the passage muffle the sounds. He'll be none the wiser of our presence," Danny rolled his eyes, gesturing for Mother to go first.

"Follow the marked path, it leads to an opening right above the main chamber. Grandfather never looks up, not unless he's the one in the pit. If he is, you'll have to wait for him to get out before you're safe to move from the shadows."

"How long, exactly, have you been using this entrance?" Mother demanded, frowning down at him.

Danny glanced away, sheepishly picking his nails, "a while."

"Right," she huffed, turning and moving into the tunnel.

Turning, Danny held out his hand for his brother. He had a feeling things were about to get crazy, or crazier than it was right now, at least. He'll just have to use this time to be as close to his brother as he can. (he still really wants to punch him, though; it's the least he deserves for killing him.)

Danny wasn't sure what was going on, or how long he'll be stuck in the past before Clockwork inevitably finds him (and he will, Clockwork would have warned him if this was supposed to happen. the fact he hadn't? Meant nothing good, but he trusted his mentor, he'd find Danny. He always did.) but he'd survive, he'd be fine.

Damian reached out and took his hand, turning to pull Danny down the tunnel with tense shoulders.

Danny squeezed his twin's hand, getting a squeeze back a moment later.

[lostazuree]

WELL HELLO THERE!!

Really nice to meet you btw!

I wanted to ask for some hq smut. Short thingsies or hc are ok for me! I want the Wedding night, like, no brutal fucking, genuinly making love to fem reader.

I really really want Oikawa n Tsukishima and if you feel like him too, i would love Sakusa too

THANK U SM OMFG 🫶😭

⚝₊˚𖦹౨ৎ— Wedding Night.ᐟ ♡

⚝ Haikyuu!! Boys x Reader!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Wedding night love making! -NSFW, Praise, soft smut, fluff-ish, penetration, light cussing.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Kageyama Tobio .ᐟ

𖦹 ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ .ᐟ

This man was beaming the whole day, wider than ever before, too quiet, like one wrong word and he might wake up to an empty bed for the end of his dream. He was a giddy schoolgirl when he saw you in that dress, wanting to cry when you walked down the aisle. He couldn't wait for these guests to leave, so he could have you to himself.

When you both reached the room, he lifted you up and twirled you around, grinning in not the usual charming way, but a more genuine, boyish way as he whispered, "God, finally, finally. I can't breathe!" He settled you down on his bed, laying you down while his lips were latched to yours, he mumbled in a few praises about how good you looked, how lucky he is to get to call you his wife now as you both giggled over things previously unsaid, and how he's now acting all sappy. He lied you down on the bed, unzipping your dress.

"You look so, so stunning tonight, I forgot I was even there, angel." He hummed, looking at you with a faint smile as he took a moment to admire you, hands trailing down every inch like he's been dreaming of this for too long, in that moment, I believe he'd want to drop his teasing & cocky persona for the moment, (Do not get used to it) He's thanking to whatever supreme deity there is above, because this is his greatest win in life.

He makes it his goal to make this as good as possible, to pour his soul about just how much he loves you, in ways his words would fail to express, he wants to show you just how much. Leaving faint lovebites on your neck he's sure to get swatted for in the morning, his mouth trailing low, and hands even lower. "Tell me to stop when it gets too much.", oh, sweetheart. He's practically fawning over you, eyes darting everywhere as he pulls your thighs apart, tip sliding against your entrance, soon lowering himself into you, slowly, like he wants you to feel every inch of him, giving you time to breathe. "Y'know, I really lucked out in highschool." He hummed in your ear, voice laced with something you couldn't pin down. He was enjoying this, these little ministrations were getting to him. Praises, praises, & praises as he's cupping your breast, lightly pinching the nipple while your eyes roll back. He's just giddy, slow yet deep thrusts delving into you while his hands caress you and hold you down, your hands tangling in strands of his hair, tugging him closer, his cock hitting your spots repeatedly, unhurriedly, hands pinning yours to the bed when he picks up a steadier pace, while he's kissing you over and over again till you fall apart on his hands, "T-..Toru..", absolutely thrives on sounds. "On it." Doesn't give you a chance to complain as he pushes himself deeper, not rough, just slow. His thrusts soon falter when you two near, eventually releasing. Will hold you and cuddle you to sleep afterwards, whispering in your ear how he's once again that lovesick second year who fell for you. He plops down on the bed breathlessly beside you. "I promise to love you and cherish you whole heartedly, forever, even if death do us part, and I'd love you now and forever, until the next life I get to share with you." No way did this idiot just recite his vows again after ...sex?! "Toru, you fuckin' dumbass.", "Just makin' sure, wifey." and he chuckled, for this is what he wants to wake up to everyday, for you are the win for everytime he lost in his life. -And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

𖦹 ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ .ᐟ

He really didn't care that it was his day as well. It was yours. He really could care less about the wedding guests, if he'd be asked to recall his favourite parts of the wedding, there won't be a single face other than yours in his head.

The whole ceremony, he looked nowhere but you. And finally when the 'lousy guests' as he says, were gone, he couldn't wait to get you. He's smiling, watching you twirl around in your dress, showing off how pretty you looked. "Of course you did, I picked that dress." He looks at you with such a fond little smile, grabbing you by the hand as he pulls you on the bed with him, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You looked jaw-dropping." he included while you loosened his tie, exchanging a few snarky remarks about how you just can't get your hands off him.

But soon, he's the one who can't get his hands off you. Pushing your dress off your shoulders, he's visibly taken aback by the view, audibly swallowing as he whispers in, a few praises that sound foreign to his own ears. He's not a man of many words, but he'll gladly fill your ears with praises if he gets his fill of you. Leaning in, he kisses your lips, before those kisses trail down your neck, to your chest, like he's trying to engrave every inch to his brain through his lips. You hummed something about him taking credit as usual, hands tanging in his hair, and he smirked. He lays you flat against the bed as you two bicker about how your life turned out here from your highschool days, giggles and chuckles turning into moans, gasps and whimpers as he's into you, pulling out- not all the way before going back in, slow, considerate. "Back then I never knew why you stuck around, but I guess, now you're stuck around, forever.", "Willingly. Ring off or on." you muttered out breathlessly with a smile. And he gives you such a childish, sheepish even, grin. "I suppose that's right, You never stopped being cheesy." He leaned in to kiss you before you could make any sounds of protest at his reply, his kiss deep and passionate like he's been meaning to pour confessions worth a decade into it. He retains his pace, slow, deep thrusts into your aching cunt, holding your thighs stable in his hands when he feels your body shaking, walls clenching around his length, he bites his lip, letting out a shaky exhale as he kisses your forehead.

"Mhm..you're doing such a good job, darling." His voice is so uncharacteristically soft, like he's trying to reassure both you and himself that it's happening really happening, his eyes never leaving yours. And after a while, his pace and rhythm falters, he grunts, tilting your head up as he presses another kiss to your forehead while you both come undone. He holds you in his arms, hands running through your hair as he whispers some breathless promises that you both are too hazy to remember, "You've no idea how much I've dreamt of this, Mrs. Tsukishima." and that comment doesn't just make you giddy, but also him.

𖦹 ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ .ᐟ

It's one of those rare times you've never seen him in a rush, one of those times where he's patient, happy, like he's genuinely filming this whole day in his head, filming you in his head, because he knows he'll never live this day again.

He stayed back, waving those guests off, making you wonder whether if this was even the same man before he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the room with the widest grin you've seen on him. "God, you look so pretty, I can't take my eyes off of you." He chuckled, crashing his lips with yours as he set you down on the bed.

"Hard to believe I bagged a wife, one as pretty as you, love." He rested his forehead against you as you began to loosen his tie, his hands slowly, carefully undressing you like he's unwrapping a present, which is true, after all, you are kind of one, to him. He took a moment to admire you, his calloused hands hovering over your skin hesitantly before you pulled him closer and he got the message. His hands now roaming over your body like he's analyzing a court, his eyes focused, but soft, his lips dragging themselves from your lips to your neck as he bit down, leaving marks on places he'd be very proud of, later. He's so sappy as he positions himself between your thighs, the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks as his tip rubs against your folds. This is the softest you've ever seen him aside from the day he dropped juice over himself while confessing to you back in highschool. He's looking at you the whole time, gouging your reaction as he pushes inside you, slowly. His eyes are so wide and dreamy, panting softly before he buries his face in your neck, his rhythm never faltering. "You've made me the happiest man alive, baby. I'll make sure I return the favor. Everyday." and you can't help but giggle at his giddy behaviour, It's hard to believe he's the same Iwaizumi, who's now a blushing, sappy mess while he's rolling his hips against yours, hand clenching the headboard, veins rippling in his arms from just how tight his grip is. But all of that just makes you fall in love with him more, after all, what's a better feeling than being confessed love to, over and over again while you're struggling to think straight from just how big his cock is?

His pace doesn't falter too quick, it's his goal to get you to orgasm, but you know he's close when he's grunting a little more, the veins on his dick twitching as he's panting. Eventually, after you've both been milked dry, he plops down on the bed, pulls you on his chest, his big arms circling you whole as you whisper, "Haji, baby, I love you too." and he grins, hands caressing your hair, until his sappy mode turns back on. "You make my days a far more bearable. Thank you, darling.", he's blushing the entire time, praying you don't see him so flustered because he doesn't even know why he is. But he knows, he wants to stay like this for the rest of his life.

𖦹 ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ .ᐟ

He's so uncharacteristic, donned up in a suit and blushing like a maiden when you stood infront of him at the altar, hands unstable and fingers fidgeting, his mind was reeling with words unsaid, grinning at you like he did for the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"I'm still mentally not here, it's unfair how beautiful you looked." He smiled, cupping your face as he joked, in order to retain some semblance of his breaking composure, he could frankly cry from just thinking that he's married now, that too, to the person of his dreams. He pushed himself off the wall, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, which soon turned deeper, more passionate as he lifted you up in his arms and placed you on the bed, climbing over you with the widest grin you've seen on him. Not the cocky grin you're used to, but more like a lovestruck expression you see on kids when they get a crush. Boyish, unfiltered. His hands travel across you body, undressing you slowly, his breath hitching when you undid his buttons. He slid the dress off you, his eyes trailing, eyeing you up and down appreciatively.

"You're gawking like a damn virgin, Tetsu." You teased him, he chuckled as he lied you down impatiently, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. "I can't help it. You're too, too pretty for your own good." he kissed your cheek, hands cupping your soft mounds as he squeezed them, hands spreading your plush thighs. "And hey, I'm allowed to gawk at what's mine." He mused, whispering in your ear, hands caressing your thighs softly, like he's mapping them inch by inch with his hands before he parts them, positioning himself in between, his tip pressed right against your entrance. "Push me away when you feel like.", he reassures you before his cock slides inside your pussy, slow, deliberate, stretching you out while your nails dig into his shoulder, clawing at his chest. He looks at you, eyes locked on the your face, both to check how you're feeling, and admire it. "Y'know...you kinda blessed me before the priest did." He grinned, sheepish at his cheesy jokes, which, sure, sound insufferably corny, but are sincere. He holds you down, lavishing you with kisses, hickies as he tells you just how proud he is, how incredibly lucky he must've been that he's at this point in life. You don't know which point though- the relationship or the current ongoing sex, but you were fine by both.

He continued his thrusts and sheepish praises, his hands occasionally caressing your body so it wouldn't be too aching for you, your moans and gasps making his eyes roll back, his breathing heavy and ragged when your fingers tangled in locks of his hair, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips when he felt your pussy clenching around him more desperately. You were close, so was he. Still, he rode you through your orgasm, and took a moment to admire how you looked beneath him. "You're the hardest, yet the best thing I ever had to win over, but I'll do it all over again. In every life." He whispered against your neck, arms trapping you in his embrace as you two bantered about his cheesy antics. He looked at you and thought to himself, about just how blissful his mornings are going to be, starting from tonight.

𖦹 ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ .ᐟ

Atsumu was a self-assured, confident man, until your wedding day. He was freaking out, all emotional and hyper when he saw you, dolled up for him in a white dress, and when you stood infront of him at the altar, he'd already shed a few tears from just how enchanting you looked, from how you were now gonna be his.

You had to calm his brain down, because oh boy, was he a teary-eyed, giggling mess who couldn't stop hugging you with those big arms of his, refusing to let you go. "Jesus, 'm god. 'tis real, yer real!" his eyes were shining, hair fallen over them. He had the silliest grin on his face, it was like his hands had a mind of their own, ad he just couldn't bring himself to stop kissing you. After a long smooch-session, he plopped down on the bed and pulled you over himself, his calloused yet careful fingers brushing strands of your hair away, so he could meet your eyes. "Yer m' wife now, can ya believe that? Hell, I can't!" and you two giggled over a few things that lead to one another.

Soon, he flipped you over, his mellow eyes scanning your face while you fiddled with his tie and buttons, sliding his shirt off, letting your hands roam over his broad, built figure. He hummed in content, pushing your own dress down as he left feather-light, hot kisses over your body. Neck, chest, collarbone, stomach, just wherever his lips could land. "Yer so, so pretty, I wonder how I landed ya." He whispered, his tongue soon circling your nipple and his fingertips drawing patterns across your thighs. "..'Tsumu-", you croaked out, and thankfully, he took the signal. His hands now parted your thighs to a good distance, positioning himself between your legs as he wrapped them around his waist. "Sweetheart, hold on tight, 'kay?" He whispered in your ear as his cock made contact with your glistening folds, his fingers twirling strands of your hair around them, the other hand holding the head board.

And with those words, he finally lowered himself inside your entrance, bit by bit, savoring the moment as you clung to him, a sputtered string of incoherent praises leaving his lips at how good you felt, how desperately your hands tried to hold onto his sturdy shoulders when he picked up his place, though by only a notch. His hands caressed whatever part of your skin they landed on, soothing you while you arched into his touch. Not long after, you were spent. And he once again cradled you in his arms. "Baby, yer gonna marry me, right?" he whispered, and you looked at him incredulously, "..'Tsumu, we just got married, today." and he was quick to retort with a wide, enamored yet sheepish grin, "Again, for good measure." and at that, he knew he fumbled so many things, but today, he made a decision worth a blissful lifetime.

𖦹 ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ .ᐟ

The ever quiet, maybe even stoic and aloof individual is so, so close to his breaking point, he can't focus on anything else aside from how angelic you look, so much so, that he almost forgets that he's the one marrying you, and he's not here to watch.

He isn't quite at all, giggling and blushing like a dopey, intoxicated teen who had his first taste of alcohol. His hands are unable to keep themselves off you as he backs you against a wall, peppering your face in kisses, "It's impossible for me to convey just how much I waited for this.." He trails off as he locks his gaze with yours, leaving a fluttering kiss to your lips. "..for you." He continues sheepishly as he scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest, whispering sweet nothings like a prayer as he sets you down on the bed. His hands slowly tugging out your accessories and the laces of your dress, letting it fall apart as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"Oh, god, wake me up. Wake me up." He mumbled under his breath as his hands finally made contact with your body, his touch light and reverent. "You're awake, Kags." you couldn't help but tease him at his flustered reaction, and he just frowned at you, cheeks still tinted with a faint pink as he narrowed his eyes at you, clicking his tongue in faux annoyance, "I know that.", but his frown softened when you chuckled, pulling him over you, his fingers brushing strands of your hair away from your face. "I really must have done something praise-worthy that I ended up with you.", he whispered meekly while you continued teasing him that you too, didn't know how you fell for this brooding introvert. "Oh please. Shut up." He grumbled as he pushed your legs apart, feeling the skin with his fingers while his teeth grazed over your neck and chest, leaving streaks of faint red wherever they touched.

He took a few deep breaths as he lined up his cock against your dripping cunt, taking a moment to look at you, before he slowly pushed himself in, waiting for you to adjust to him. "You look so pretty like this." He whispered in your ear, his cock throbbing as you moan next to his ears. But really, he's been doing a fairly well job keeping his cool as he resumes his thrusting. His hand holds your thigh to steady you, the other under your waist as you arch your back. He's close, really close, but so are you. So after a euphoric orgasm from you two, he pulls you close to him, he's silent, his hands caressing your body before he let's out a whisper which sounds like he's holding tears, "Thank you, love."

A/N: I hope my blatant favouritism for a particular character in this wasn't too obvious, lmao.

Sorry if it's toooo long, I just poured my heart and soul into this. (๑•﹏•)

(Couldn't include Sakusa because I have slight trouble writing for him)

Thank you for reading!

Likes and Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[meowzfordayz]

when you squirt on their face

Author’s Note: these aren’t necessarily ~realistic, but they sure are spicy. 🥵 My faves (character-wise) may or may not be obvi — you’ll have to excuse my biases. 😆 As w/ all headcanons, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

when you squirt on their face

Hashira x Reader, Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,300

CW: 18+NSFW, anal, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader, fivesome, oral, overstimulation, pegging, size difference, squirting, strap-on

Thirst Fulfilled: Hey ✨ could you do how the hashiras would react if y/n squirted in on there face. Yeah I’m crazy why did I think of this 😀🥲. ALL the hashiras I mean. If ok can you also add Yoriichi ? Thank you for your time 🥲✨

~faqs~

Kinda confused at first 😅

Like, Did she just pee on me? Hot

And then Gyomei realizes your thighs are quivering

And also that he can’t breathe very well

Bc you’re cumming, full weight on his face

He’s no longer confused

“That was amazing.” <— he hopes he sounds super sexy 😏

“Pha wa amahmm.” <— what he actually sounds like 🤭

Prepared to be flipped onto your back as soon as you stop shaking

He’s leaking precum at this point, and wants to make sure every drop makes it into your pussy

Almost forgets that he really shouldn’t rush things, bc 9” is not trivial 😶

Until you whimper and he promptly remembers that he always leaves your poor pussy sore and gaping

Thankfully, he has just enough self control to slow down and ease the tip in…

Before giving up and resorting to shallow, needy thrusts, bc fucking hell he needs to be balls deep in you now

If you squirt on Obanai’s face, then prepare to give the man a few mins to process

To clarify: he’s in awe

You can try and offer him a washcloth to wipe himself off, and he’ll simply blank stare you 😳

“Obanai?”

Fuck, her voice sounds so HOT

You shouldn’t have said his name like that 🤪

Bc now he’s grabbing you and plopping you squarely onto his face again

Best believe you’re gonna squirt a 2nd time, maybe even a 3rd

He especially loves when your clit starts to swell

Too sensitive? Too bad! 🤗

You wouldn’t want your man to be dehydrated, riiight?

Besides, he’s strong enough to handle any amount of your squirming 😌

Absolutely DELIGHTED 😍

Also totally wants to swap spots to see if she can do it too

And who wouldn’t want Mitsuri’s thighs wrapped tightly around their head? 🤤

Yeah, Ik, sign me up 😮‍💨

“Wanna taste?”

And like, are you gonna say no? 🤨 When she’s licking you off of her lips?? 😘 And giggling??? 🥹 And also blinking profusely bc it did get quite messy???? 😆

Every day is the best day when you’ve got Mitsuri’s tongue pressing against the roof of your mouth, tickling your teeth, strings of saliva connecting you together, her tits rubbing wet and erotic against your own

She’s a bit of a sloppy kisser

Fucking HOT 🥵

Listen, she’s into it

11/10 would recommend

Except not really, bc why would she recommend you to anyone else? 🤨 You’re taken! 😤 (by her, duh 🙄)

But she also needs to wash her face asap

It’s hot until it’s kinda not 🥴

She’ll absolutely run it back tho once she’s washed her face 😉

At some point her jaw gets tired, but she’s happy to just keep her mouth open and let you grind on her tongue for as long as you can handle it

Ofc, you do your best to return the pleasure, leaning backward to stick your hand between her thighs

“Fuck, babe you’re so wet.”

She moans into your clit as your finger slips easily into her pussy

Talk about dripping — talk about delicious! 🤤

Immediate imagery of you squirting like a squeeze bottle and Kyojuro trying his best to swallow everything comes to mind

Hibachi; iykyk

But that requires a lil too much suspension of disbelief 😂

That being said, he goes a tad feral when you squirt on him 😮‍💨

Will rub his face between your tits, down your stomach, and your thighs to make sure you get all messy too

You’re in for a lonnng night of Kyojuro making you cum over and over, bc fuck it he needs to feel you squirt on him again

He’ll sit you on his face and not let you off until you’ve cum, he’ll fingerfuck you until you’re begging him to slow down, he’ll thrust his cock in as deeply as it goes and press his palm against your lower belly until you’re wailing

Anything to hear you say, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, FUUUCK.”

Anything to feel you spasm and shake as you spray his abdomen with your release 🥵

Can’t stop laughing the first time you squirt on him 🥴

It’s like, you’re so fucking incredible and sexy and beautiful, but also WTF just happened?! 🤯

“Did you know you could do that?” 😳 <— he’s flabberghasted

“I meeean, I knew it was a possibility?” 😅 <— you’ve read the Cosmopolitan articles

“Do you think you can do it again?” 😏 <— he’s hopeful

“Do you think you can do it again?” 😏😏 <— nothing like challenging a man with the utmost sheer willpower

And by utmost sheer willpower, I’m talking changing the sheets twice in one night, bc Sanemi can’t seem to stop fucking you

Oh you just came?

Well, you didn’t squirt that time, so time to try again! 😌

Oh you just squirted?

See, he knew you could do it! But consistency is key, so time to go again! 😃

Oh your pussy is sore?

He’s heard anal orgasms are more intense anyway 😵‍💫

Oh you don’t think he can fit in your ass?

Don’t worry, stretching is good for you! 😮‍💨

What in the Water Breathing?????

“Are you okay?”

I mean, Giyuu thinks you look fine (he thinks you look fucking incredible), but you’ve also never done that before

He’s a little concerned 😕

And very turned on

“Love?”

He’s a little more concerned now — you’re just panting and not answering him 😅

“That felt, AMAZING,” you finally manage to gasp 😍

“So we can continue?”

“Yes Giyuu,” you’re teasing him now, “You can put your cock in my pussy.”

He might be blushing, but there’s nothing shy about the rough growl in his throat as he lifts you by your hips and moves you from his head to his waist

“Are you gonna be good for me?” he murmurs, the tip of his cock rubbing wet and swollen between your folds 

“The best,” you drawl, bending forward to swipe your tongue along his dripping cheek, “I just squirted for you, didn’t I?”

“You really are the best,” he mutters, groaning lowly

And then he’s reaching a hand down to guide himself into your pussy, ignoring your breathless Fuck Giyuu, fuck, you’re so fucking big! as he shoves his way in

Sooooo things are either suuuper wet in the Uzui household, orrr you’re suuuper screwed

Bc either multiple of you are squirting, or you’re the only one who can, and in the case of the latter situation, best believe they’re all having their way w/ you, bc how could they not??

Tengen makes you squirt first: something about the way his cock presses thick and heavy against ~that spot builds an incredible pressure, and then suddenly you’re cumming and squirting and poor (lucky? 🤭) Makio gets drenched bc she’s been licking your clit the whole time

And then ofc Hina brings out the strap-on bc she wants you to squirt on her dick too, and Tengen has to move over to your mouth bc Hina’s in charge now! 😌

So you’re choking on Tengen’s cock with your head hanging off the edge of the bed while Hina fucks you, and Suma’s taken Makio’s place bc she really wants to taste you 🤤

Maybe Makio goes to get her strap-on too, bc it’s always fun to peg Tengen as he’s throatfucking you — you make the prettiest sounds when his balls slap your nose

And eventually you squirt again, struggling to remember which way is up and which way is down

Meanwhile Tengen’s thrusting frantically down your throat (he’s the loudest moaner in the room 😆) as Makio fucks his ass, getting closer and closer to cumming and having a srsly tough inner debate w/ himself over whether to have you swallow his cum or to add to the mess and cum on your face and tits (he’s got range 😎)

Suma makes her way to Makio so they can make out and taste you together 🥵, and Hina takes her strap-on off so she can sit on your stomach and masturbate on top of you until she cums too

—Bruh, the logistics of a fivesome are no joke 😵‍💫😂

[carnalcrows]

STAY QUIET

pairing: rockstar! male OC x male reader [faceclaim]

synopsis: The scandal should’ve ended with damage control. But when the video keeps resurfacing—and the trail leads back to a grudge older than Jiho’s debut—you realize this was never about bad PR. It was personal. Now you're spiraling, Jiho’s not letting go, and someone’s about to find out what happens when a scandal turns into strategy.

content warnings: 18+, idol/manager dynamic, bottom male reader(he’s tired, ok), jiho is younger and terrifyingly in control, mild yandere energy, fingering, p in a (reader receiving), possessive behavior in soft lighting, revenge plot, workplace betrayal, low-key emotional blackmail, they catch the guy but at what cost. also: sheets were changed after, i'm not a monster.

word count: 2.5k [pt 1 here]

You don’t tell anyone he stayed.

No one asks.

When you return to work the next morning, your pass still works, but you notice two things before you’ve even cleared the lobby.

Your name is no longer on the artist schedule.

The lady at the front desk doesn’t look you in the eye.

The building smells like cheap cologne and too much coffee. Somewhere upstairs, Jiho is probably already in makeup. You’re not technically supposed to be there, not on paper, but no one told you not to show up, just like no one said the scandal was real. Just like no one ever tells you anything directly.

You keep your head down and head for the second floor, hoping the PR director’s still out at the brand meeting.

She’s not.

She’s waiting in the boardroom with two people you don’t recognise and a company-issued iPad pulled up to the paused frame of the video.

You blink once. Twice.

“Have a seat,” she says. Not unkind. But definitely not kind.

You sit.

The man beside her—suit, subtle luxury watch, no name tag—leans forward like he’s about to explain a security breach, not your job’s slow death.

“We’ve reviewed the clip. It’s clear there was physical contact that could be interpreted as inappropriate.”

You exhale slowly through your nose. “It was a collar.”

He nods like that’s tragic.

“We’re not here to accuse you. But the clip didn’t come from an audience member or a fan. It was internal. Shot from the floor’s restricted side angle. Only ten or so staffers have access.”

You freeze.

“You’re saying it was leaked on purpose?”

He doesn’t answer. That’s not his job.

The PR lead clicks her nails against the screen. “What we need from you right now is stability. Don’t escalate. Don’t comment. Don’t reach out to Jiho directly, even privately.”

“Why?” you ask, despite knowing better.

She tilts her head. “Because this isn’t about what happened anymore. It’s about what people think happened. And what they want to believe next.”

You leave the meeting with your jaw locked and your hands shaking.

The elevator’s slow. The hallway feels tighter than usual. Your phone buzzes once.

It’s Jiho.

Where are you?

You type out: Don’t. Not right now.

Then delete it. Then type it again. Then delete that too.

The elevator stops on the rehearsal floor. The doors open.

Jiho’s standing there.

He’s alone.

Hood up. Cap low. A water bottle dangling from his fingers like he forgot to let go.

You step back into the corner of the elevator without meaning to.

He doesn’t get in.

Just tilts his head. “Come with me.”

You should say no.

You don’t.

You’re not sure if it’s gravity or muscle memory. All you know is that by the time you’re halfway down the hallway, trailing a few steps behind him like it’s still your job, your pulse is up and your mouth is dry.

You don’t ask where he’s taking you.

Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s instinct. Maybe it’s just easier to let him lead than to admit you’ve lost control of the narrative—of your job, of this… whatever this is. You just follow Jiho through the corridor like you’re still the one managing him. Like you’re not the scandal the company’s hoping will quietly phase out.

He doesn’t speak until the elevator doors close behind you.

Then: “They told you to stay away from me?”

You don’t answer.

He tilts his head, smiling like it’s funny. “So why are you here?”

You give him a look. “You asked.”

“That was a test.”

You scoff. “Of course it was.”

The elevator dings on the basement level. Not parking, not storage. The old staff lounge—the one the company stopped using after a remodel. It’s empty now, lights dim, couch still there with a rip in the armrest and one of Taeyang’s old hoodies folded like someone meant to come back for it.

Jiho walks in like he owns the place.

He sits. Doesn’t gesture for you to do the same. Just watches as you hover in the doorway like you’re waiting for a better option.

“What is this, Jiho?”

He shrugs. “Time alone.”

You press your fingers to your brow, exhausted. “You really don’t care, do you? About the fact that this could ruin your reputation, your future—”

“You.”

The word cuts through your sentence like a knife.

You stare.

He leans forward, elbows on knees, fingers laced. “It’s not about me. It’s not even about the company anymore. They’re not scared because I touched your collar. They’re scared because they think I might do it again.”

You’re quiet.

He continues. “They saw something they weren’t supposed to see. So did everyone else. That’s the problem. That I looked at you like that. That you looked back.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did.”

You open your mouth. Close it.

He stands slowly. Walks over until he’s just in front of you, blocking the doorway. Not touching. But close enough that your brain short-circuits the idea of leaving.

“I’m not going to make you do anything,” he says, voice low. “I don’t need to.”

You flinch. “What does that mean?”

Jiho looks at you like it’s obvious.

“It means I already have you.”

You don’t remember when you started shaking. Only that you’re still shaking twenty minutes later, in the stairwell, back against cold concrete, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

You answer on the third ring.

It’s Doyun.

“Hey,” he says casually. “You ghosting me or something?”

You glance at the wall across from you. Your brain’s still spinning. “I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, I figured. PR’s been sprinting across the building since 9 a.m. I think someone cried.”

You rub your eyes. “Did they say anything?”

“Not officially. But you know how this place works. The stylists know everything before management does.”

You wait

Doyun exhales. “They think it came from inside.”

You go still.

“The clip,” he clarifies. “Not a fan. Not a leak through press. It was shot from the side—restricted angle. One of the old camera hallways that’s staff-only now.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“Was it… recent?” you ask, slowly.

“No clue. But it was posted through a dummy account with a weird handle. Someone’s been watching for a while, maybe.”

The hallway feels colder now. Too still.

Doyun hesitates. “You think Jiho knew?”

The question hangs in the space between you. You don’t know how to answer it. You don’t even know if you want to.

“No,” you say. “Probably not.”

Doyun doesn’t push. “Yeah. Probably not.”

But he doesn’t sound convinced.

And you aren’t either.

You’re called in on a Thursday.

No warning. Just a message from the assistant coordinator that says "9:45 a.m., 3rd floor. Bring your badge." You don’t ask what it’s about. You already know.

The room’s smaller this time. No full boardroom. Just the head of artist management, a legal rep, and your new handler—some fresh-faced guy from planning who speaks in phrasing like “potential optics challenges” and “staff-artist ambiguity threshold.”

They don’t ask you what happened.

They ask what you’re willing to say on record.

You sit there, palms flat against your jeans, wondering how the hell this became your life.

You don’t name Jiho.

You don’t need to.

They tell you that "a quiet, internal phase-out" might be the best path forward. You ask what that means. They say you'll still get paid. You ask how long. They don’t answer.

Then they tell you a second clip has been posted.

It’s shorter than the first. Just three seconds. From a different angle—shakier, a little out of focus.

But it’s still you.

Still Jiho.

He’s brushing past you in a hallway, hand grazing your back. It could be nothing. It is nothing. But the caption under it says:

“so they’re still seeing each other huh 💅🏻”

It has thirty thousand likes in under an hour.

You ask if they’ve traced it.

They say no.

You ask if Jiho’s seen it.

They don’t answer that either.

You leave the office with your head pounding.

You don’t go home. You don’t go to the studio. You end up at a small café four blocks away, the kind of place where no one looks at you twice if you stay too long and don’t order a second drink. You sit in the back corner with your phone face down and your thoughts crawling like ants in your skull.

You don’t know how long you’re there before someone sits across from you.

You don’t have to look up to know who it is.

“I was followed,” Jiho says quietly.

You look up then. He’s not wearing a mask. No hat. Just a hoodie and glasses and that blank expression that always looks like he’s either thinking too much or nothing at all.

“By who?”

“I don’t know.”

He sips from a plastic cup that you didn’t see him buy.

“They weren’t close. Just enough for a blurry shot. They didn’t care what I did. They just wanted to see where I went.”

You don’t speak.

Jiho leans in, elbows on the table.

“I went to see you.”

You close your eyes.

“You knew that would happen.”

“I hoped it would.”

“You—” your voice is too sharp, too loud. You swallow. Start again. “You’re being followed. And you still came here?”

He nods. “Now they know where to look.”

Your chest tightens.

“Jiho,” you whisper, “what are you doing?”

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then: “I’m making it impossible for them to erase you.”

---

You’re half-asleep when Doyun calls.

It’s not unusual—he’s the kind of person who only remembers you exist when the world’s ending. But this time, his voice isn’t teasing. It’s quiet. Measured.

“I know who leaked the clip,” he says.

You sit up immediately.

There’s silence on the line. Then: “His name’s Jisoo. Does that ring a bell?”

You close your eyes. “Yeah.”

Trainee. Cut just before debut. Replaced by Jiho.

You’d heard whispers, back when you joined—something about missed rehearsals, a bad attitude, internal tension. No one ever said it out loud, but everyone knew: Jiho took his spot.

Doyun exhales. “Apparently he still had access to the system. He’s been reposting the video from a buried staff login. PR’s keeping it quiet while they figure out how far it goes.”

You rub your eyes. “Why are you telling me?”

“Because I think he’s not done. And because I saw Jiho earlier. He’s not doing great.”

You freeze. “What does that mean?”

“I mean,” Doyun says carefully, “he looked like someone who’s about to make a problem permanent.”

You hang up without saying goodbye.

You find Jiho in the old green room. The one they stopped using after the remodel. He’s sitting on the floor, hoodie up, guitar untouched beside him. He doesn’t look surprised when you walk in.

“They know,” you say. He doesn’t look up. “Yeah.”

You close the door behind you. “You could’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you involved.”

“You got me fired,” you snap. “No,” he says. “They tried. I stopped them.” 

That shuts you up.

You sink into the chair across from him. The air between you is still sharp, brittle.

“Why did he do it?” Jiho finally looks at you. “Because I got his spot.”

“That was years ago.” He shrugs. “Some people hold grudges better than they hold choreography.”

You almost laugh. Almost.

Then: “We need proof.” Jiho blinks. “We already have it.”

“Yeah,” you say, “but we’re not the ones holding the company leash.”

The plan is messy.

You dig through the backend system and find the last IP log-in. Then you run a bait file through it—an early version of a sponsorship contract with a fake date and Jiho’s name highlighted like something’s off. Then you sit back and wait.

It doesn’t take long.

Thirty-seven minutes later, the file’s been opened. Duplicated. Shared to a Discord server you didn’t even know existed.

You bring it straight to legal.

They call you back the next day.

“It’s done,” they say. “We’ve locked him out. He won’t be bothering anyone again.”

You expect that to feel better.

It doesn’t.

You don’t even knock. He opens the door like he was already standing behind it.

Jiho’s not surprised. Not smiling, either. Just calm, quiet, eyes flicking over your face like he already knows why you’re here.

You walk in.

He closes the door behind you—slowly. No words. No questions. Just lets the silence stretch until it turns into something else.

Then: “Take your shoes off.”

You do.

You’re not even halfway through the hallway before he’s got a hand on your jaw, turning your face to his, breath warm across your lips.

“I’m not going to ask what this is, Hyung,” Jiho says, voice low. “I already know.”

And you should respond. You should say something—something level, something safe—but the way he looks at you strips that instinct clean. So you just nod.

That’s all he needs.

He has you stripped down before your head even hits the pillow. Every movement is intentional. Every touch calculated.

He kisses like it’s not optional. Like it’s permission and punishment all at once. Your pulse spikes the second his hand slips beneath your thigh, pulling you open, making space for him.

“Hold still,” Jiho says, just above your ear.

You try. You fail.

He moves slowly—not for your comfort, but for his own satisfaction. Like he wants to feel every inch of your body adjust around his cock. Like stretching you out means something more than just prep—it means possession.

The first thrust is too much. The second is worse. The third has you gasping, your fingers twisting in the sheets, legs trembling under the pressure of his pace.

Jiho doesn’t slow down.

He stays close—pressed to your chest, hips moving in a steady rhythm that makes it hard to think, let alone speak. His breath is hot against your throat. His grip unshakable.

“You feel that, Hyung?” he whispers. “That’s me.”

You groan—half pleasure, half disbelief.

He presses deeper. His body locks into yours like muscle memory, like a song he’s played a hundred times but only now gets to hear out loud.

You’re already close—your spine bowing, your mouth slack, your vision buzzing at the edges—and when he pulls your leg up over his hip, the angle makes everything shatter.

You’re gone.

You come like your body’s been waiting for it all week—hips stuttering, breath caught, eyes shut tight—and Jiho doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through it, pace tight and focused, until he’s cursing into your neck and spilling inside you with one final thrust that leaves your whole body pulsing.

He doesn’t pull out right away.

Just stays there.

Breathing hard.

Chest rising against yours.

Then he lifts his head. Looks down at you. Quiet. Sweaty. Still a little smug.

“You’re mine,” he says again, voice hoarse.

And this time, you don’t even try to deny it.

Later, you lie there tangled together, skin damp, hair in your eyes, breath slowly evening out.

Jiho’s arm is thrown across your waist, lazy but possessive.

“You think they’ll still try to split us?” you ask.

He exhales against your collar. “They can try.”

You close your eyes.

For the first time since it all started, you believe him.

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[prettydaisygirl]

Ok so I am in love with Fire Chief James Potter rn.

Can I ask for a story where reader tells James that she's pregnant. Maybe she uses the fire station for help.

If not, totally understandable.

I love your stories so much. You are so talented!

okay so I know you literally just submitted this but as soon as I saw it my brain was like OOH so now here we are. I would give anything to have this man's babies, I'm just saying. I hope you enjoy this, my love! <3

firechief!James Potter x fem!reader who tells James she's pregnant with a little help ✿ 532 words

cw: pregnant!reader, James almost has a heart attack, pregnancy announcement, pure fluff

james potter masterlist

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James is in the middle of a routine fire truck inspection when he overhears the call. His blood turns ice cold when someone calls out his address, and then your name. His mind freezes, but his body doesn’t, muscle memory immediately springing him into action. The entire station erupts into chaos, all units called to respond to the scene. 

They don’t let James drive, which is probably a good thing, but he’s the first one out of the truck. It barely comes to a stop before he’s out. He’s panicking, he has no information. And now that he’s here, he assumes the worst.

There are at least a dozen firetrucks and a few police cars and ambulances. There’s an entire crowd of people surrounding the front of his home, and they part for him easily as he steps between them. James isn’t sure why no one is moving. Why is no one doing anything? 

When he reaches the front of the crowd, he sees you. His body, fueled by adrenaline and terror, has him on you instantly. His hands are all over you, his brain jumbled and confused. 

“Are you alright, angel? What’s going on?” His hands cradle your cheeks and when his eyes finally land on your face, you’re grinning. His heart skips a beat, and his panic subsides just a bit. His confusion grows, though. 

“Hi James.” You say, and start giggling like a little girl with a secret. The tension in him shifts, now feeling like he’s out of the loop. That feeling grows when he looks around and everyone is staring at him with wide grins. He’s never felt more singled out in his life. 

“What’s going on?” He whispers, eyes finally returning to yours. You’re beaming, absolutely glowing with happiness, and the emotional whiplash from everything has him reeling. “I thought you were dead, I really did.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, but your smile and the tone of your voice make it obvious that you don’t feel sorry at all. “I just… had something to tell you.” 

“And it had to give me a heart attack?” He asks, a teasing tone to his voice and he runs a hand through his hair. He can still feels his heart calming down. 

“Well, I sort of did it on purpose.” You say, and then. “I’m pregnant.”

James’ heart stops, then speeds up again, arguably just as fast as it was before. “You’re pregnant?”

You nod, giggling excitedly, and show him a sonogram picture. His arms wrap around you, his face blooming into a smile that matches your own. He picks you up and spins you around and the crowd behind the two of you cheers wildly. 

James lowers you down and then places his forehead to yours, and he can’t resist placing a few chaste kisses against your lips. You blink up at him with wet eyes and he feels like he’s soaring, euphoric in a way he’s never felt. 

“I love you.” He says, and a tear catches his thumb when it finally falls from your eyes. 

“I love you too.” You say, and then James is picking you up again to cheer and celebrate with his team. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[archaeologistic]

Before anyone starts panicking about this--there are some important things to take note of.

1. The new company is Danish, not American. This has a few implications and generally is a good thing. As far as I know, Danes are more accepting around LGBTQ+ topics than many countries right now. Additionally, it means Nexus will be under EU law which I also consider a good thing for their consumer protection laws.

2. The original creator is stepping down for his health. He shouldn't be blamed or harassed for that. He also states he investigated the purchasing company and is going to still be actively working with them. That's a good thing.

3. While the purchasing company and its CEO have made some (rightfully) concerning posts, they have already clarified that Nexus will not be changing its model of monetization in the near future, along with several other clarifying statements which you can find under the link above to the stepping down statement.

In general, this is a a transition. It's scary because we don't know the company and what they will do, but it seems that, for the time being, they intend to keep things at status quo.

As for the accusations that LGBTQ content is being removed, the thread linked is inconclusive and just a bunch of people arguing with the OP who is the only one claiming to have seen this happen. Take their report with a grain of salt until more substantial evidence is given.

Don't jump on the fear train just yet, and make sure y ok u fully read your sources for reliability.

Nexus Mods was acquired by Chosen, a company focused on growth and monetization of gaming startups.

Reddit thread

Dark0ne, creator and ex-owner of Nexus Mods, stepped down today in an update post:

NexusMods post

Users on Resetera were able to found out more about this sudden change of ownership:

Resetera thread

Victor Folmann, CEO of Chosen, published this "Gaming Startup Monetization Cheat Sheet" on his LinkedIn

Link to the post

Users are already sharing their fear of NexusMods allowing more bigoted mods in the future, and taking down inclusive ones to follow the current "anti-woke" trend in the gaming industry

Reseta threada bout their change in moderation concerning bigoted mods following Oblivion Remastered launch

Another User, this time on NexusMods forum, noticed queer and inclusive mods being removed following Dark0ne's post

Link to the forum post

It is also worth mentioning that Chosen and its CEO are seen using AI generated images on their website (including generated images depicting Tracer from Overwatch) hyping up ChatGPT on his Linkedin account, and are including "rewarding gamers with crypto money"

Users speculate that Chosen buying out NexusMods is to potentially train an AI model that generates mods

More about Nvidia's AI "RTX Remix" and future projects

[magicalqueennightmare]

Protective Headcanons..

@desimarie12 is back with wanting some protective fellas

Clint doesn't have to say much. He keeps a close eye on you wherever the two of you go. It's just second nature. The man has seen too much, he knows too much. If someone gets too close however? If he even thinks someone has made you uncomfortable? Well he's been known to drop someone with a cue ball when you could've sworn his full attention was on the pool game.

Tony makes you an iron suit watch. It monitors your heart rate and other levels as well. Needless to say he's happened to show up before just because you got into a social event you were uncomfortable in but your heart rate spiked a little too high. You apologized, he told you to not worry. Anything that made you uncomfortable was worth him making his way to your side no matter what was happening.

Steve has a thing where when he goes in public there is a giant sign flashing above his head that reads "SAFETY FROM ANY PERVERTS" you loved that about him. You'd been out and about more than once and had women and men alike that were getting harrased come sliding up to Steve and he handles it. When it comes to you however? There was one time you were in line at the coffee store, Steve stepped away to answer Bucky's call. The man behind you offered to buy you a drink, you politely declined and he called you a bitch under his breath. The next thing you knew? Steve had his arm twisted behind his back and he was apologizing to you, to everyone in the store and buying everyone's coffee and tipping the barista extra.

Loki has a hands off order on you. More than one celestial being has looked at you, shook their head and walked away. Human men on the other hand are stupid. He's handled it in more than one way. Some have disappeared, some were made to be examples. Tony wasn't even that mad when Loki told him why he did it.

Sam knows you can handle yourself. He is there so if someone else can't get the point. There's been a few times however Sam picked up on something before it ever happened. You and him would be some place and the next thing you knew he'd slip an arm around you and pull you into his chest, glaring at another person "You don't wanna do this" you would be unsure what happened until he'd fill you in long after the fact.

Joaquin has that easy going personality that is so misleading. He's a sweetheart, he is. However if someone fucks up and crosses a line with you? Well let's just say even a golden retriever can and will rip your throat out.

Bucky is the definition of "Fuck around and find out" when it comes to the person he loves. He's not controlling you in the least. Your decisions are yours and come hell or high water this man is backing you. There's been a few incidents of him getting you home only to in turn look at you like "What the hell was that baby?" Does that matter the next time you need him in your corner? Hell no. God help the one time someone had the brain to utter the words "Better control your bitch" to James Buchanan Barnes. That did not go well in the least.

John is a Georgia boy (maybe I'm partial because I'm from Georgia) but we train em differently around here. "John does this look ok? It's not too short, doesn't show too much does it?" "Honey, if you wanna wear it, wear it. I'll handle any idiot that looks your way" Your comfort is what matters. He knows you're a handful and a half but he also knows he's got two damn hands and serum pumping through his veins. He's learned to control his temper for the most part, except if someone says something out of the way or does something out of the way to you. Date nights are mainly in tower dates or private things booked on Valentina's dime or else you have to make sure Bucky can come along to help because John broke a man's arm because that man touched your ass when you walked past him in a bar. He was afraid you'd get mad at him, call him a neanderthal or even break up with him for it. No, that was actually the first night you told him you loved him.

[ququb444hm]

★ bf! keiji akaashi hcs ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !!

i wanna eat him up thank u vv much. random hcs, i js kept jotting them down (im prepping myself for writing practice/drabbles later :p). did not proofread

𖦹 type of bf who refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces/put on your own shoes when ygs are with each other. like he WILL kneel down and do it for you!!!

𖦹 likes to pick flowers that match your outfit whenever the two of you are out + takes candid photos of you with said flower in the frame

𖦹 definitely the type of bf who randomly sends pictures throughout the day to show you things that remind him of you. even if sometimes it's deadass two ladybugs bugging it out, he's like "us🩷"

𖦹 "play fights" your plushies when he's in your room. "begone foul beast!" he'd say before fucking chucking it to the other side of the room and then body slamming you onto the bed when you try to get up to retrieve it

𖦹 this man religiously uses pinterest idc. he has a whole board of things that remind him of you, pose ideas he wants to do with you, outfits he thinks you would absolutely body, literally loves that app

𖦹 he takes letterboxd and goodreads SERIOUSLY.

𖦹 loves keeping pictures of you/the both of you together literally everywhere and anywhere. behind his phone case, in his wallet, on his fridge, every daily mirror he uses ever. there's probably one in the little pockets of his notebook he brings to lectures

𖦹 ^^ each picture has a poem he wrote/saw that made him think of you in the back

𖦹 chews on your hair

𖦹 plays the harmonica in his free time (i cannot stop thinking of michael from the princess diaries when akaashi is the topic at hand) (are they not one in the same???)

𖦹 if you have any pets, he brings treats in his bag when he knows he's gonna stop by your house. sometimes he tries to teach them how to do a backflip or smt

𖦹 likes playing with your fingers, but he always does some weird shit with it. like i'm talking twisting and turning and putting them through each other idfk

𖦹 plays the sims and made put both of you in it (you guys are married with 4 kids)

𖦹 ^^ but when he plays he makes up some crazy lore about your characters like how he was actually a fucking alien sent to earth on a mission to like obliderate you or something, but during his journey to earth he got amnesia or something and couldn't remember his goal until the two of you bumped into each other at your great grandmother's 2nd cousin's daughter's nephew's guinea pig's birthday party (don't ask me how he got there) and when you guys locked eyes, he instantly remembered what he was supposed to do but you obviously didn't wanna get obliderated so instead the two of you went into hiding from the aliens and lived happily ever after

𖦹 he collects a bunch of pretty rocks and has his own rock collection, which is right by his coin collection because he's a big history nerd

𖦹 he knows how to embroider and embroiders your guys' initials into the hem of his boxers (hell yeah)

𖦹 gives you the most STANKIEST side eye if you refer to him as anything other than a pet name. "who is bro...? try again."

𖦹 likes to lay his head on your lap while you massage his temples

𖦹 is literally an only child so sometimes when he buys snacks and you ask to share he sighs SOOOOOO fucking loud and is like "well i GUESS i can give you a FEW...."

i love when people depict him as a silly guy like the world needs more silly and he is literally right there. ok bai

[enhadolly]

— GUITAR STRINGS (박종성) ˎˊ˗

. ݁ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : jay teaching you how to play the guitar . 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff fluff fluff . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bf!jay x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : writing is all in lowercase , petnames , not proofread , etc .

𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 — dedicated to my bb : @ki2rins ♡

⠀ׄ⠀︵ᤢ⏜⠀⠀ ㅤׅ      ۪   ㅤ ❜

you were astonished as you saw your boyfriend jay play the guitar in the living room. you were enamored by the melody, watching his hands pull slowly on the guitar's strings. you sat down next to him, looking at the instrument.

"can i try?" you ask, your lips turning into a soft smile, melting jay's heart.

"you wanna try, baby?" he replies, holding up the guitar.

"mhm!" you nod confidently.

he places the guitar in your hands, and a smile appears on his face. you position the instrument in your arms.

"let me teach you the basics." he starts, "there's 6 strings in total." he says again, pointing at the strings. "this is the highest note.." he adds, plucking the string. "and this is the lowest.." he proceeds, plucking the other string. "can you try playing those?"

you nod, playing the highest and the lowest note perfectly.

"good job, baby." he stated, placing a kiss on your cheek.

for the entire time you were learning the notes, jay couldn't stop smiling at you. he genuinely thought you were the cutest thing in the universe.

after playing consistent notes, he finally says: "do you want to play chords now?"

you excitedly nod, playing random notes on the guitar.

"ok then!" he announces, carefully grabbing the instrument out of your hands. he carefully places his hands on the strings. "this is the g major chord." he runs up and down the strings, finding the puzzle pieces of where his fingers belong. he strums the guitar, a noise coming out of it. "your fingers go here, here, and here." he shows. "now you try it."

he hands the guitar back to you. you slowly start copying him, placing your fingers on the frets. you strum it, a weird sound playing.

"baby.." he giggles. "it's not there.." his fingers close around your wrist, moving your wrist up to the correct fret. "here."

"like this?" you question, giving a small giggle of embarrassment.

"yep!" he replies, "now play."

you play the chord properly this time, and a smile slips across jay's face.

"you did it baby!" he shouts, his eyes lighting up with joy. he gently enfolds you, trying not to smush his guitar.

"so, does this make me a guitar expert or what?" you ask enthusiastically.

"you definitely are." he lights up with a smile.

"now you can teach me songs!" you cheer, "when i learn more chords.." "but whatever, i'm gonna be better than you in a few months anyway."

"excuse me?"

"you heard what i said."

"let the games begin."

@beomev



[xstartrailx]

Heard we were makin deadfrins. Here’s Starspot :D

my trashy attempt at lore below the cut, + some rambles about naming them and design notes if you wanna see that!

oh yeah also @askoverkill made the deadfrins as a concept I’m just joining the bandwagon since I thought it was fun. The comic is really good, if you like ISAT and getting your heart torn apart go read! Make sure to check out the warnings though 🌟

Ok their lore sucks but here’s what I’ve got

They’re very much a puzzle solver, constantly looking for solutions to even the most minuscule probelm. It’s how they feel wanted in the party, since like Canon Sif they struggle to tell their party loves them with no strings attached, and feel the need to be useful somehow. Got assigned the nickname Starspot by Loop since they didn’t stop by often, but were generally able to get through a couple of the Directors puzzles on their own, not really getting much help from Loop at all. Like they diminished Loops own ‘brightness’ in a way, even if just temporarily.

They were actually able to last a while in the loops, however torturous they may have been (this doesn’t mean they had good sanity levels just they dealt with it slightly better). It did take them a bit longer than other Sif’s to get past some of the puzzles though because while they would never admit it, they aren’t actually good at puzzles they just like solving them. They gave up when they reached a roadblock and couldn’t figure out how to get past it. Loop did try to help but Starspot kept wasting time and forgetting to do things for earlier puzzles which led to them getting frustrated and giving up.

Name and design notes! Aka Comet rambles I like Starspots because while sunspots generally don’t affect how bright a star is, most visually noticeable starspots do actually affect the brightness since the big difference is that starspots can cover up to like 30% of the star. After forming they slowly dissipate over the course of a few months or years, and I thought I could make some fun lore outta that as their name! As for their design the black patches on their cloak are meant to look like actual starspots. The blackhole pin is just there because it looked cooler than actual pins, Same idea with the grey on the cape and hat. It made the design look nicer LOL. The outfit I gave them under the cloak is pretty similar to a concept outfit for one of my own ISAT oc’s redesign, it’s just one I ended up scrapping with a few changes. Also them looking sad was on accident, but it’s cute so I kept it

I like this guy a lot so I’m gonna try to keep em somehow even though my own universe doesn’t really have an AU Siffrin :p

[nebulablakemurphy]

Illicit Affairs

Summary: Fifteen years ago Haymitch Abernathy devised a plan to save both his tributes from the arena. As Y/N and her district partner, Tyson, continue to play out their roles as Star-Crossed lovers, things become more complicated. Warning: implied sexual content, alcoholism, drug use and infidelity. It’s more of an open marriage really.

“You can’t sleep here.” Haymitch grumbles.

“I know.” Y/N nuzzles farther into the crook of his neck, despite his words.

She could never sleep here, not in his house, not in his bed. Not with Snow practically breathing down their necks.

“What are you doing then?” Haymitch smirks.

“Just resting my eyes.”

Haymitch nods, feeling her belly brush against his side. “Is there a chance it’s his?”

Y/N sighs, “I mean yeah, there’s a chance.” She isn’t trapped in a loveless marriage…just a different kind of love. Comfortable and safe. Married to her best friend.

A deal made to save both their lives in the arena. A trade that she still deems as more than fair. This was Haymitch’s idea. To pitch his then tributes as star-crossed lovers. But that was a life time ago. Over fifteen years, to be exact. Back when neither of them could’ve imagined they’d be able to stomach each other.

And now…Haymitch is in love with Y/N. And Y/N is in love with him.

“I told you that we still-”

“No, I know.” Haymitch doesn’t need her to finish the sentence. To hear her say the words aloud.

‘I still sleep with my husband. I still love my husband.’

“I just thought maybe in light of his recent…events-”

“Recent events being my husband’s girlfriend?” Y/N arches a brow.

“You said it, not me.”

She forces herself into a sitting position atop her lover’s bed. “Perry is really nice. She comes to dinner once a week. The kids really like her.”

“Mmm.” Haymitch hums.

The kids. Darling and Victor were a popular topic of discussion, both in and out of the Capitol. Darling, however unexpected, is a product of Y/N and Tyson’s union.

Shortly after Y/N’s twentieth birthday she showed up on his doorstep with her husband in tow. Crying and frantic. Pregnant.

Haymitch, of course did his part to assure her that this was a good thing. Great even. After being married for a couple years, the Capitol would be expecting a child.

And so the little girl grew to embody her name, forever Darling of the Capitol. Apple of her parent’s eyes. Darling was never the issue.

The child is around five when Y/N gets pregnant again…

It was clear to anyone watching that Haymitch had taken a liking to Y/N and she to him. Beyond what was appropriate for a married woman. Try as they may to fight it, watching longingly from arms’ length, until they couldn’t any more.

Sharing a drink every night on Haymitch’s porch for a time, and then slowly, she wormed her way inside. Into his home, into his bed, into his heart. And thus, Victor was born.

‘He’s my son, ok? Our son.’

That was her husband’s promise and Tyson kept it, over the next four years. He wasn’t the problem either. He loves Y/N, he’ll take her secrets to his grave. Love her children by Haymitch as his own. But if those kids look like Haymitch, they’ll be fucked. And if they look like Tyson, Victor will be.

It is Tyson who finally drops the bomb on a Haymitch, when the ‘star-crossed lovers’ return home from a week of festivities in the Capitol.

“Haymitch, she’s pregnant.”

He used their time in the Capitol to cover their asses as best he could. But it won’t be enough if Y/N pops out another baby resembling Haymitch instead of her husband.

Y/N is saying something as she begins pulling on her clothing, but Haymitch can’t make it out.

Still shell shocked. She must be a few months along and finally popped. Eight days ago, when Haymitch saw her last, their little guest hadn’t made an appearance yet. He would’ve noticed.

“Haymitch?”

“Yes, angel.” He pulls himself upright, willing his eyes to focus on hers. Standing in front of him, in only her underwear.

“I said you should come…to dinner.” Y/N whispers, “meet Perry. Hang out with the kids. It would be good for Victor to see you.”

She’s still caught up in some fantasy where there is an ‘after this.’ After a revolution that is long over due, where she and Tyson will amicably dissolve their marriage. Allowing her to ride off into the sunset with her him.

Haymitch doesn’t believe in that kind of thing, not anymore. Not after Lenore Dove. But because of her he understands how someone truly could love more than one person at a time.

“Sure.” Haymitch shrugs, pressing his lips to the swell of Y/N’s belly. “What the hell.” We’ll all be dead soon anyway.