#3.5 MONTHS APART

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #38

Still 2gether ep 3:

Bad Buddy ep 7:

[liedownquisition]

Hihi Helllo I have a response to the issue from Revek's timeline (which I brought up to them and they helped point out DC's own glaring issue that I then researched for this response lmao), and had personally forgotten what Batman #642-644 was so I'd like to clarify that: I'm pretty sure those issues actually precede UtH. It's supposed to be the final arc of the War Games plotline, which is generally agreed to fully precede UtH.

I assume you're referring to this panel?

To be honest... I think that's Willingham talking out his ass in messing up the timeline, because, well... War Games happened During the school year.

Like... not only was it very much Well After Tim's 16th birthday (July 19th), but it was also past JASON'S 18th birthday (August 16th, mentioned during War Drums/the prelude to War Games), & it was a whole thing that Tim's school was one of the only ones that hadn't been forced to close bcs of the gang war.

... The only think I can find that would tie any of this arc to the "summer" is the fact that Stephanie's brief run as Robin is published with cover dates from July-September 2004 (Actual release dates May-July 2004) a year prior to War Crimes with cover dates September-October 2005 (Actual Release July-August 2005).

(The rest of War Games, ftr, ran from October 2004-January 2005)

i dont accept the titans tower incident as canon, not for any jason apologist reason, but because genuinely im so fucking confused when it happened.

like obviously it cant be before UTRH, because jasons identity is known already.

during UTRH? youre telling me a budding crime lord who is constantly having to do shit in his area and keep up with all his insane plans has time to go all the way to san fran (roughly 5 hours by flight, MINIMUM), make enough preparations to infiltrate a damn superhero tower, beat a kid up, and head back home- all without compromising any work?? i mean sure i GUESS that can kinda sorta work????

after UTRH? there is absolutely no way that jason suffered grievous enough injury to Fucking Die, courtesy of his DAD, and was fine enough to fight tim. like even with comic book logic thats absolutely deranged recovery speed. and to my knowledge the teen titans issue was supposed to be set around UTRH time so it cant be that jason took the time to recover first and Then decided to fight a child.

like im being so fr ill accept jason slicing tims neck, ill accept him putting a batarang in tims stomach, ill accept him screwing dick over with pretending to be nightwing, ill accept whatever that bs plan involving the kids was that i still need to read about- because regardless of garbage characterization or Whatever, i still know when they happen. but titans tower incident?? titans tower incident???? i am sincerely asking WHEN THE FUCK DOES IT HAPPEN??????

[tonycries]

Post divorce freaky reconciliation with jjk men.

What do you think they have us readers to offer? ;)

SOMEHOWWW this is making me wanna rank them on how long they'd last as your ex-hubbies before BEGGING for you on his knees once more...so from longest to divorce? what divorce?

Geto: 1 month - honestly he's here SOLELY because you'd be the one begging for him back. Just look at him?? Look at those pretty lashes?? That hair?? WHY would you divorce him in the first place, so WHAT if he dabbles in a lil' villainy 🤕 Breaks your back 😈 to make sure you never act so silly again.

Toji: 3.5 weeks - deffo was told off by Shiu or something, comes knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers (he stole) and the most DIABOLICAL backshots 😈

Sukuna: 13 days - sits you on his mouth and scolds you with his second for taking so long to "come back crawling to him" (he did the crawling)

Nanami: 1 week - SOBS I'm mad at you for divorcing him- but Nanami isn't, kisses those tears away and makes you forget about it 😭

Choso: 4 days - stuffs his face between your legs and bats his lashes - next thing you know, you're running back with him to the lawyer's office to get married all over again.

GOJO: 40 minutes - and that's being GENEROUS - you just know he's gonna teleport back to your apartment and f*ck you stupid c'mon now 🙄 he's being mature not doing it right then and there in the lawyer's office 💀

[e-adlirez]

What 3% means in Bobby's industry

So I'm (understandably) seeing people say that Bobby is being paid not nearly enough for his work helping the girls out, and while I do agree, I wanna clarify that dude is by no means underpaid.

Using BLACKPINK as an example here, BLACKPINK earned roughly 4.6 million USD per concert on average for their Born Pink world tour, which is about 6.1 billion won per concert. Now, I can't entirely trust Reddit, TikTok or Gemini with these numbers, but I'm seeing enough consistency in the sources to believe it's as legit as we can get without their agency addressing it (and why would they tbh haha).

As someone else pointed out on Tumblr, HUNTR/X is on that level of famous, so I won't doubt that those numbers could be higher, but what I will say that at least with this per concert average, Bobby earns 3% of that number.

Cost of living in Seoul specifically is about 2.5-3.5 million Won per month, including rent in a moderate-sized studio apartment. With entertainment costs, that number goes up to about 3.5-4.5 million Won. (Here's where I got those figures if you wanna see for yourself, it also has extra links for sources.)

Now, salary in SK varies, but minimum wage is about 80K-ish Won per day (1.6 million Won per month if I got my numbers right? Not counting overtime salary btw). Median wage in Seoul is about 4.3 million Won per month, and it depends on how old you are. Bobby I imagine is in his early-to-mid-30s so median wage for that age range (yes this is kept track of in SK) is about 3.6-4.0 million Won per month.

Now, back to what 3% means for a super-famous band like BLACKPINK and in conjunction, HUNTR/X.

HUNTR/X is consistently more famous than BLACKPINK in this universe, so these numbers might be higher, who knows. So BLACKPINK earned about 6.1 billion Won on average per concert during Born Pink's world tour. 3% of 6.1 billion per concert is 183.8 million Won.

Per concert.

Not including income from CDs or things outside of concerts. Bobby is absolutely STACKED.

So him muttering about his 3% commission salary isn't in a "I'm not getting paid enough for this ':/" way, but rather in an "oh god they're counting on me and they pay me really well for it, I gotta live up to their expectations and handle this in a way that keeps them safe ':[" way! And remember, the girls were more than happy to offer him their booked staycation in that Korean resort-- they clearly hold him very highly and respect him, and care for him! Sure, he doesn't know about the demon hunting thing and their relationship might not be more than their manager-band relationship, but they do care and trust him a lot! 3% sounds tiny until you realize that HUNTR/X is about as famous as Beyonce or even Taylor Swift.

So yeah Bobby is doing more than well for himself, and that 3% really does mean a lot to him! Best manager, best dad, everybody say thank you Bobbyyyyy

(Also lemme know if my calcs are off haha, I tried to make the research quick (I say as it took upwards of an hour but eehhhh it's fine))

[etheralisi]

I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

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Nice knowing you guys

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Wtf??? Where do you live?

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You can’t just ask someone where they live

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op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

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The hell is happening in your city?

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The end of the world

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Where else would you learn that?

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Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

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🦙dramallama Follow

So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

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At this point no one is surprised 

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

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I lived bitch

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Context?

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No ✨

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Sorry everyone  ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

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Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

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♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined 

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Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

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Hello

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JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

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It’s Sensei’s fault

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#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

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Relatable 

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Umm???

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Day 3667 of me posting: no

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Wow this blog is dedicated

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🐝 dizzee-bee Follow

Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

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This post… aged

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Pay up op

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there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

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I thought that was a rogue cosplayer 

#for real though. What even happened to them?

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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

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NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE 

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I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

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💃disco-girl Follow

My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

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🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from. 

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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

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Pretty lights and vigilantes? 

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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

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Isn’t your fandom super dead?

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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never 

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Fandom still going strong 💪 

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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

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Sorry, mutants???

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Nah it’s defo aliens

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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

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Children are terrifying 

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Agreed. But I feel like there’s a story here

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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

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Woah

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@  HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

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Set a profile picture because apparently everyone’s blocking me thinking I’m a bot?

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Sorry CJ

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine ☀️ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy

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Aww, hey Orange

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Hey, where’s my ask

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Orange?

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Oh 

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs 🪳 Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they’re bugging you

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Two can play at this game

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Jk ☀️☀️☀️

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I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didn’t know the name of my account. Back when they didn’t bug me in my inbox

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Then make another one?

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Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

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What about your sister?

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You’re fine

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Favouritism 

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Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.  

❤️🧡💜💙

#I don’t know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and that’s that you are heroes 

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[camficdiner]

Heyy can I get [1.1]

[2.9]

[3.5]

[4.3]

Age gap younger woman!

Thank you 🤍

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 056

🍒 thank you for your order, angel.

you brought enemies, jealousy, rival teams, and an age gap straight into my kitchen and said “make it feral, but then tuck it into bed with a wine glass and a salad.”

i hope jack’s possessiveness hit exactly where you needed it to, and that the dinner scene made you giggle and gag in equal measure 😌

come back anytime — your table’s always open at the diner

💬 “You Can’t Hide Love in the NHL (But You Can Try)”

✨ Description and prompts:

– Character: Jack Hughes

– Prompt: Secret relationship + age gap + jealousy & possessiveness

– Tropes: rivals to lovers, secret dating, age gap, possessive smut, brother interrogation

– WC: ~2k

🛼🧁✨🍒

You’d both agreed to keep it private.

The league didn’t need to know. The fans didn’t need to know. The teams sure as hell didn’t need to know — especially since you wore a Rangers jersey and Jack Hughes bled Devils red.

The media would have torn it apart. The age gap. The rivalry. The way you chirped each other on the ice. (“Nice toe drag, Hughes — did your brother teach you that in preschool?”)

No one would’ve believed it was real. And maybe for a while, you didn’t either.

It started quiet. Off-season workouts. Shared glances in training facilities. A chirped text here and there.

Then a kiss.

Then another.

Then Jack pressing you against a locker room door at 2 AM, saying, “We’re not supposed to be doing this,” while undressing you anyway.

But it stayed secret. It had to.

Until tonight.

You’re in the middle of a regular-season game against the Flyers when it happens — you’re flying along the boards, puck at your stick, when someone on the opposing team doesn’t like how fast you’re moving. The hit slams into your shoulder and sends you crashing against the glass hard enough to draw a groan from the crowd.

Jack sees it happen from the stands.

He’s there with his brothers — Quinn flew in for a few days, and Luke tagged along for sibling bonding. And of course, they’d suggested catching a Rangers game.

Jack hadn’t said why he agreed so fast.

He sits there, jaw clenched, fists locked on his thighs, eyes burning into the glass.

“Jesus,” Luke mutters as you get up slowly, shaking your helmeted head, waving off the trainer.

“You know her?” Quinn asks, not looking away from the rink.

Jack’s quiet. Too quiet.

You’re back on the ice in seconds. Like nothing happened. Just another hit in the game. But Jack can’t sit still. His leg bounces. His gaze hasn’t moved from you in five full minutes.

After the final buzzer, you’re pulled for post-game press. You’re laughing. A little sore, but fine.

Then Matt Rempe walks in — all 6’8” of him — and slides onto the stool beside you like he owns the place.

The press eats it up. You’re giggling. He’s chirping you. Some reporter asks what your ideal date is and Matt leans in and says, “She likes soft serve and horror movies, right?”

You’re blushing.

The entire room loses it.

Jack stands up from his seat so suddenly Quinn reaches for his arm. “Whoa. Dude. Chill.”

“They’re friends,” Luke says, tilting his head. “I think?”

Jack’s jaw tightens.

Quinn raises an eyebrow. “You wanna tell us what’s going on?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away.

You’re still on the screen in the hallway outside the suite, laughing beside Rempe. He reaches out and fixes your hair — just casually — and Jack snaps.

“She’s mine,” he says, voice low.

Luke blinks. “What?”

Jack’s already walking. Hands on his hips. Pacing the suite.

“I’m seeing her. We’ve been… it’s been a few months,” he mutters. “Since pre-season.”

Quinn’s stare sharpens. “The Rangers forward? She’s barely twenty.”

“She’s twenty-one. She’s not a kid.”

“She’s also a Ranger,” Luke points out. “You realize how bad this looks, right?”

“I don’t give a shit how it looks,” Jack snaps. “I’ve been sitting on this for months while everyone talks about her like she’s just hot. Like she’s just some new headline. And now I’m supposed to sit here while they push her and Rempe like they’re some— some power couple?”

“No one’s saying you have to—”

“She’s mine,” Jack says again, and this time it sounds feral.

Quinn crosses his arms. “You sure this is more than just… wanting what you can’t have?”

Jack turns to him. Staring. Wild-eyed. “I’m sure.”

Luke exhales through his nose. “Then let us meet her.”

Jack stops moving.

Quinn nods. “If you’re serious about this… then let’s see what the fuss is about.”

---

Jack doesn’t say a word on the way home.

He drives with one hand clenched tight on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh like a silent claim — a brand that says mine, even in the dark.

You barely make it through the front door before he’s on you.

His hands are under your jacket, mouth crashing into yours like a punishment. You gasp, try to speak, but he cuts you off with his tongue and a growl in your throat.

“That’s what you do now?” he mutters against your skin, dragging you backwards toward the bedroom. “Giggling with Rempe? Letting him touch you on live TV?”

You pull away just long enough to breathe. “We’re friends, Jack. We’ve always—”

He grabs your jaw, not hard, just firm. Possessive. “He’s not your friend tonight.”

Your back hits the bed. Jack’s already undoing his belt, his eyes dark and unforgiving. “You knew I was watching.”

You lick your lips, head spinning. “That’s not fair—”

“Open your mouth.”

You hesitate for half a second, but your body knows him. Your body wants him — especially like this. Especially when he’s jealous and starved and looking at you like he might break.

You kneel.

Jack exhales a sound that’s half growl, half laugh. “God, look at you.”

He’s thick and flushed in your hand, already leaking. You barely wrap your fingers around him before he says again — quieter now, like a prayer:

“Open. Now.”

You do.

He doesn’t ease in — not at first. Not when his blood’s still boiling and your lips are so fucking pretty and there’s still the ghost of Rempe’s name in your mouth. He sinks into your throat, slow but relentless, holding your hair back with one hand and using the other to tilt your chin just right.

You choke. Gag a little. He groans — loudly.

“Yeah,” he pants. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear it.”

You make a sound, mouth full, eyes glassy, hands gripping his thighs. He starts to move — shallow at first, then deeper. Every thrust forces another tear down your cheek.

“You wanna make me jealous?” he rasps. “You wanna let the whole league think you’re single?”

You try to shake your head, but he doesn’t let you. “No, baby. Say it. Say who you belong to.”

You pull off with a wet gasp, spit clinging to your lips. “You, Jack.”

He nods, wild-eyed. “Fucking right you do.”

He fucks your mouth like he needs it — like it’s the only way he knows how to calm down. His hips snap faster. You gag again, but don’t pull back.

When he finally finishes, it’s messy and deep. You swallow it on instinct, throat burning, heart thudding. He pulls out, watching your mouth as you breathe, wrecked and flushed and perfect.

Then —

A knock on the front door.

You both freeze.

Jack curses, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck. They’re early.”

You blink. “What?”

He grabs your hand and pulls you up. “Dinner. My brothers. Remember?”

You stare at him, still on your knees. “You just fucked my throat like—”

“I know,” he says, tossing you a sweater. “You’ll be fine.”

You’re not fine. Not even a little. But ten minutes later, you’re at the table, pretending.

The dining room is cozy. Candles lit. Wine poured. You’ve brushed your hair and wiped your lips raw, but Jack’s fingerprints are still on your hips, your throat still tight.

Quinn gives you a polite smile. Luke keeps glancing between you and Jack.

You try to act normal. Pass the salad. Talk about the Flyers game. Compliment Quinn’s watch.

But under the table, Jack’s hand rests on your thigh again. Thumb rubbing slow circles. Quiet, grounding, and dangerous.

“Thanks for having us,” Quinn says at one point. “Sorry if it’s weird.”

You smile sweetly. “Not at all. Jack said it was time we met.”

Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Did he now?”

Jack shrugs, sipping his wine. “I’m not hiding her anymore.”

Your stomach flips.

Luke squints. “You okay, dude? You’re acting weird.”

Jack grins. “I’m great.”

You nudge him under the table.

He turns to you, all fake-innocent. “More salad, baby?”

You don’t speak. You just glare.

Because you both know the only thing full is your throat.

----

The second the front door closes behind you, Jack exhales like he’s been holding in air for hours.

You disappear down the hall to bed, hoodie half-off, still wearing his sweatpants, hair a little damp from the fastest shower on Earth. You don’t even look back. Just a sleepy, mumbled “night,” and he’s sure you’re out cold within minutes.

He turns to his brothers.

“Okay,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Luke and Quinn don’t respond. Just follow him silently into the quiet street outside your place. They walk a few blocks — the air cool, the streetlights low — and then it comes.

“Are you serious about her?” Quinn asks.

Jack sighs. “Yeah.”

Luke kicks at a loose pebble on the sidewalk. “You’re not just fucking around? She’s like, barely older than me.”

“I know.”

“And a Ranger.”

“I know.”

Quinn stops walking. Turns to face him. “Jack, this isn’t like every other girl you’ve pulled. This is different. You’re different.”

Jack meets his eyes. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I’m in love with her,” Jack says. Quiet. Solid. Like he’s known it for a while but needed the right moment to say it.

Quinn stares at him. Luke squints like he misheard.

Jack keeps going. “I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone. And yeah, she’s young, and yeah, she plays for the wrong damn team, but—she’s it for me.”

Luke blinks. “So… you’re gonna marry a Ranger?”

“Eventually,” Jack mutters, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Yeah. If I don’t fuck it up first.”

Quinn is quiet again. Then — finally — he huffs a small, reluctant laugh.

“She’s cool,” he admits. “Fierce, too. Like, terrifying.”

“She’s kinda scary,” Luke adds.

Jack smirks. “Yeah. She’s a little psycho. I like it.”

Luke kicks his shoulder. “You’re so down bad it’s embarrassing.”

“I literally walked in on you dry heaving into her hoodie once,” Quinn deadpans. “You were like, in love with the scent.”

“I did not dry heave—”

“Jack,” Quinn cuts him off, “just take care of her. And if you fuck this up, you’ll have both of us to deal with.”

Jack nods. No smile this time. “I know.”

The three of them walk back toward the apartment. Jack’s a little quieter. A little softer. But he’s smiling now — the kind that says mine.

And when he steps back into your bedroom, you’re already half-asleep, curled up in his hoodie, one hand reaching for him even in your dreams.

Yeah.

You’re it.

[nickmarini]

Hi! I absolutely loved you in Downfall and it was incredible to see the rp chemistry you have with Brennan. I’m sure his long running home game that you’re a player in is very special and I was wondering if there are any standout moments that you’d be willing to share!

Huge fan, hope to see you in the d20 dome some day!

Thank you so much! Brens home game is so special and has been a massive part of my life. There are some truly insane moments, one of my last roles was maybe the most epic roll I have ever made but that would require an essay to explain lol. I think it’s deserving of a fireside telling.

One of the funniest moments of tormenting Bren was when in a fight against a bunch of fairies, one of them cast globe of invulnerability. In 3.5 tiny creatures get a large penalty to grappling. My character rides a huge sized gryphon. Huge creatures get an conversely large bonus to grapple.My gryphon simply flew over and grappled the fairy by attempting to eat it. I then flew around the battle fighting a bunch of sorcerers with a mobile globe of invulnerability emanating from its mouth. Bren was not happy about it.

One time we were attacking this evil wizard/sorcerers tower in the middle of the ocean and when we arrived cast a bunch of buff spells to get ready to fight. Bren then described that where we entered was a long staircase and 10+ min later we were still climbing and all our buffs had expired 😂🤣 it was a dastardly piece of architecture by a wizard who knew his durations.

But honestly so many of the truly standout moments came from being with my best friends of 15 years sitting around a table playing a game. Crying over losing an npc or jumping for joy over a much needed win. As much as I love mechanics and some good dice rolling nothing beats telling a story with your friends and loved ones, or walking into the apartment where you’re going to play for the first time in 6 months and seeing people you love. We tell stories because stories help build community and those communities are what will always stand out most to me.

[meadowfics]

the kang family household:

inspo and moodboard pictures

the front door area:

picture one inspo

picture two inspo

picture three inspo

the wrap around porch outside of the home :D

the living room:

picture number one

picture number two

sectional couches are perfect for a growing family <3

byeol LOVES the cushions of the couch, its clear since she goes to sleep so quickly whenever you guys lay her on the couch <3

the sunroom:

the home came with a sunroom.

more pictures of sunroom

to be honest, you and dae-ho had no idea what a 'sunroom' was before buying a home.

whenever you gave birth to seo-ah, you LOVED breastfeeding (or giving her formula if that is what you preferred) in the sunny room.

you rested on the couches, the sun giving you vitamin C, as your daughter was fed.

you do the same with byeol now<3

the kitchen:

picture one

picture two

picture three

the pantry!

its the most modern part of your home.

you renovated this kitchen four months after giving birth to seo-ah.

you got help from dae-ho of course, but this design was all you!

the master bedroom (yours and dae-ho's):

picture one

picture two

picture three

imagine a bedroom with many windows.

dae-ho used to jokingly complain about the sunlight that would hit the room in the mornings, but learned that it helped his mental health a little bit <3

the bed is king sized, big enough for when your girls want to lay with you at night!

the master bathroom attached to your bedroom

the master closet attached to your bedroom

seo-ah's bedroom, aka the 'color pink' daughter:

seo-ah's bed

seo-ah's favorite bunny <3

you are OBSESSED with her bed!

dae-ho built it for seo-ah, with the help of ya-sol's sons (dae-ho's nephews), after seo-ah turned three.

you were crying for days knowing that seo-ah was transferring from her baby bed to her big girl one <3

a pink soccer ball seo-ah keeps on her dresser

your oldest daughter is obsessed with this soccer ball, never kicking it due to how pretty it looks to her!

seo-ah's favorite shoes that she keeps by her bedroom door, always asking you and dae-ho if she could wear them everyday <3

the bathroom attached to her bedroom

seo-ah is never in her bathroom unless dae-ho or you are giving her bath time.

however, she does go in there whenever she steals dae-ho's shampoo to make 'potions' in her bathroom sink haha

byeol's bedroom, aka the 'color purple' daughter:

byeol's nursery

the in-wall couch inside of byeol's bedroom

I love that the wall behind the in-wall couch has the same tree that set-ah's bed has <3

dae-ho and you love hanging out in byeol's room with the baby, since the in-wall couch is super comfortable for everyone!

byeol's 'going home from the hospital' outfit from when she was first born.

you keep this outfit in her dresser, planning on keeping it for a long time <3

the covers on byeol's bed

the bunnies in her room <3

byeol's closet full of baby clothes :D + more clothes

there is a changing table in her room that is purple.

its where you keep most of her diapers, wipes, baby lotions, rash cream, and some onesies <3

other random details:

the back area of the house, which leads to the backyard

the laundry room beside the kitchen

the laundry room in the basement area

the guest bedroom in the basement

your bookshelf in the hallway of the basement area

the backyard garden of yours, where seo-ah loves to play soccer in

the upstairs to downstairs staircase area

the only bathroom in the basement that dae-ho and you renovated

hyun-ju joked that your home costed 850 million won, in reality it was just about 750 million won.

the house is a 6 bedroom, 3.5 bathroom home.

4/6 bedrooms are occupied (the fourth being daeho's office)

the other two are guest bedrooms (for at least right now *wink wink*)

a random corner in the home

your vanity inside one of the guest bedrooms (it was yours in your old apartment, but you kept it and moved it into one of the guest rooms)

many mugs

the countryside neighborhood road <3

kang family series linked here

authors note: I hope the links are working now omg

[koushisun]

runnin' home to you

Iwaizumi x GN!Reader, reader and iwaizumi both graduated from UCI, sequel to - Where the Love Light Gleams -

WC: 2.7k - angst to fluff, getting back together

A/N: i wrote this almost 3.5 years ago and figured it was finally time to post it lmaooo

You have no idea how you ended up in this situation.

One minute, you were washing dishes peacefully in your apartment, and the next you were braving LA rush-hour traffic to pick up Oikawa from the airport.

After your break-up with Iwaizumi two months ago, you hadn’t really expected to see him again.

“Oikawa? What’s up? Is everything ok?” You were in the middle of washing dishes when your phone rang. After quickly drying your hands with a fluffy dish towel, you picked up the phone, only slightly confused at seeing Oikawa’s name.

You heard him gasp loudly through the phone. “Must something be wrong for me to call you?” You could picture him with his hand over his heart, dramatic as ever.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “I guess not.” You moved away from the sink and over to your living room, plopping down on your couch. It was a… well-loved couch, one that you had thought of replacing many times, but kept for Hajime’s sake. He really seemed to love that worn, green sofa for some reason.

“Well anyway, I need you to come and pick me up from the airport,” Oikawa stated happily.

Your face scrunched up in confusion. “The airport?”

“I know you know what an airport is.”

“Obviously I know what an airport is, dumbass,” you scoffed. “I meant why are you at LAX? Shouldn’t you be in Argentina right now?” You put your feet up on the couch, hugging your knees close to you.

The last time you had seen Oikawa was well before you and Hajime broke up.

You hear him sigh. “Just come get me and we can keep talking after that. Okay?”

“Fine. But I live out in Anaheim so you’re gonna have to wait at least 45 minutes.” You glance at the time on your phone. “Make that an hour. Maybe more.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. How is this happening to you? All you wanted was to move on from your breakup in peace. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently.

“See you then!”

—

You and Oikawa sit in your car, a tense yet awkward silence enveloping the space. The radio is humming quietly, the bright guitar chords the only thing keeping you sane at that moment.

“So…” Oikawa begins. You mentally brace yourself for whatever it is he’s about to say. “Why exactly did you and Iwa break up?”

Your grip on the steering wheel turns your knuckles white. “I can’t imagine Hajime didn’t tell you already.”

“Oh, no, he did,” Oikawa states. “I just want to hear your perspective.” He turns to look out the window. The sun had already set, the city lights the only thing left to light up the twilight. The yellow of the streetlights casts the car in an amber glow.

You let out a deep sigh. “Well, I’m not really sure how much there is to tell.” You purse your lips before continuing, “I didn’t want to break up. Hajime did. We talked about it, and he got what he wanted.”

“Ok.” His eyes flick over to you. “Is that really all there is to it?”

Somehow, you feel like Oikawa is testing you. On what, you don’t know. “We tried long distance.”

He hums, nodding you along.

“Hajime said he felt guilty asking me to wait for him.” You nearly whisper the words, and you wonder if Oikawa could even hear you. You speak up. “He said he didn’t want to keep me waiting when there was no guarantee we would get to be together in the future.” Your grip on the steering wheel remains firm, the grooves of leather digging into your palm. “I got angry with him. I still am angry with him. It felt like he was just giving up on us.”

“Let me ask you this,” Oikawa says. He locks his eyes on you, and though you can’t look at him, you feel his gaze burning into your skin. “How far would you go for him?”

You feel your anger dissolve, floating off into the night. “For Hajime?” You question, eyes soft as you stare out at the road ahead of you. “For him, I would go anywhere.” You feel a bittersweet smile rest on your face. “And maybe that’s naive of me, but it’s the truth.”

Oikawa smiles in return. “I don’t think that’s naive at all.” He breathes a laugh. “I mean, I literally left Japan to play volleyball in Argentina. I had no idea what I was getting myself into at the time, but I don’t think I could ever regret it.” He turns his attention to the night sky.

Your voice is soft as you say, “I offered to follow him, y’know.”

The words linger in the air, resting warm but heavy on the two of you.

“I know.”

—

“You want me to do what?”

Oikawa leans back in his chair, laughing. “I want you to go see Iwa-chan in Miyagi!”

The two of you sit at your dinner table, his laptop open in front of the two of you. The slightly cracked screen shows a list of flights from LAX to Sendai, all set to arrive by December 23rd. Oikawa must’ve lost his damn mind.

“Are you actually stupid—that's like, a month away.”

His smile grows wider. “I’ll choose to ignore your hurtful words. But hey, that’s plenty of time to buy your plane ticket!”

You pause for a moment, nervously searching his eyes before sighing. “Why are you doing this?”

Oikawa’s cheerful expression softens, turning a touch more serious. “You said you would go anywhere for Iwa.” He leans towards you. “Did you mean that?”

“Of course I did.”

He leans back, a gentle smile on his face. “Then go chase your dream.”

—

You’re glad to be off the plane; a full ten and a half hours of sitting still is not your idea of fun. You make a mental note to book a session with your chiropractor when you get back to California.

You drag your suitcase behind you, scanning the crowd for Matsukawa. You’ve never actually met him in person, though you had talked to him a few times when Hajime video-called his old friends. You spot him leaning against the wall just outside of baggage claim; he’s taller than you thought he would be, though you suppose it makes sense given that he used to play volleyball.

“Matsukawa-san!” You greet him with a smile.

He kicks off the wall and reaches out for your suitcase. You let him take it but keep your backpack with you. “Nice to finally meet you in person,” he says, adjusting his grip on your luggage. “I'm parked not too far from here.” He nods towards the door and you follow behind him as he exits the terminal. “How was the flight?” He asks.

“Eh.” You shrug. “It was about as good as it could be, I guess.” You’re suddenly grateful for all the time you spent learning Japanese, both for Hajime and for fun. The words still feel foreign in your mouth, though you manage to get through your response without too much trouble. Hopefully, you haven't gotten too rusty in the past few months.

Matsukawa chuckles. “Yeah, it’s not exactly an easy trip.” You walk in silence for a few minutes before finding his car and beginning the drive to his apartment.

“Y’know,” he says, glancing at you briefly. “I’m glad you agreed to come.”

“You are?”

Matsukawa sighs before replying, “Hajime wanted to do what he thought was best for you. Even if that meant hurting you and him both. The ends justified the means.” He flicks on his blinker. “He misses you.”

You can’t make yourself look at him, so you content yourself with looking at your fidgeting hands. “I would certainly hope so,” you mutter. “It would make this whole trip a little awkward if he didn’t.”

“Well,” Matsukawa chuckles, “you’re not wrong about that.” He comes to a stop at a red light. “Hajime’s never given up easily. I’ve known him for years now, and I don’t think he’s ever backed down from a challenge,” he says. “He hates losing, but he hates giving up even more.” he glances at you for no more than a moment, but his knowing gaze burns you all the same.

You don’t respond for a moment. Then, “I thought I knew a lot of things about Hajime.” You pick at your nails, grimacing when you pull a hangnail a bit too far. “But I’m not sure what I know anymore.” You shake your head, willing the thoughts away. They could wait for another time. “Anyways,” you redirect, “why don’t you tell me more about Hanamaki-san! I’m excited to meet him.”

Matsukawa snorts, responding, “What do you want to know?”

—

Matsukawa’s apartment was surprisingly clean. You had seen your fair share of bachelor pads back in California, and they were almost never this neat. Not to say you didn’t welcome his apparent cleanliness; it was a nice surprise, really.

The kitchen was an absolute mess, though.

“Hey! Issei!” You jump a bit when a head pops around the corner—you can only assume the mystery man is Hanamaki. His strawberry blond hair is dusted with flour and, once he moves into the hallway, you can see he is wearing a frilly blue apron that is absolutely caked with who knows what.

You had no idea it was possible to get that messy in the kitchen.

“Hiro!” Matsukawa walks further into the apartment with you following closely behind. “What the hell happened to my kitchen?” He asks, more confused than angry.

“I made us all dinner, obviously.”

“Fuck that,” Matsukawa deadpans, “we’re ordering take-out.”

Hanamaki pouted at the taller male, whining, “Aww come on, man! I promise you won’t get food poisoning this time!”

Well, that’s not concerning at all.

“Do you want your usual?” Matsukawa is resolutely ignoring his friend at this point. Hanamaki doesn’t answer, choosing to grab a plate of the food he prepared. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you want me to just order for you?” He asks, turning to you.

“Oh, uh,” you begin, “I wouldn’t want to upset Hanamaki-san!” As worried as you are for your immune system, you still don’t want to turn down someone’s hospitality.

“He’ll be fine,” Matsukawa says, eyes shining with amusement. “Hiro just started watching this cooking competition and now he thinks he’s God’s gift to the culinary arts.” He continued typing on his phone. “Last time he tried to make something, we both got food poisoning; let me tell you, it was not a fun time.”

In the end, you decide to play it safe and let Matsukawa order you food. Though you did graciously (and perhaps a bit stupidly) let Hanamaki feed you a sample of his dinner.

It was pretty gross.

“So, Hanamaki,” you started up some conversation as you waited for the delivery to arrive, “what do you do for work?” You notice Matsukawa’s smile as Hanamaki finishes chewing his food.

“I’m sort of in between jobs right now,” he admits. “But I just had a job interview for the Sendai Aquarium, so I’m hoping that’ll work out.”

“Well, I wish you the best of luck!”

Your eyes flit between Hanamaki and Matsukawa as you try to piece together their dynamic. They seem really close. How do they make it work? Hanamaki is such a free spirit, and Matsukawa seems much more grounded. Of course, they’ve known each other for a long time, and they certainly have things in common, but what makes it so easy for them to stay together?

And why wasn’t it that easy for you and Hajime?

“I’m not gonna ask about you and Iwa,” Hanamaki’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, “but I will say this: sometimes, it’s best to just go with the flow. Shit happens, y’know? I mean it’s not like Issei and I always get along. We just keep trying. So, just see where this takes you.”

You let that sink in for a moment. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You give him a small smile. “Thanks, Hanamaki.”

—

On the frigid morning of December 24th, you stand on the front step of Iwaizumi’s childhood home. He had moved back in with his parents when he returned to Japan six months ago, hoping to save up money and move to Tokyo.

You feel your heart squeeze in your chest as you knock on the door. The ensuing silence is almost suffocating despite the winter wind chilling your cheeks. Your breath catches in your throat when you hear the soft scuffing of socked feet on the wooden floor inside.

The door opens to reveal Hajime in a faded UC Irvine hoodie and dark grey sweatpants. The hoodie was one you had given him for his birthday two years back, and the sight makes tears rise, unbidden.

“Hey, Hajime,” you whisper. You wear a ghost of a smile, your eyes drinking in his form.

He says your name, obviously confused. “What are you doing here?” His eyes are wide, and he ushers you in from the cold. He takes your jacket and hangs it on the coat rack. “I thought you said you were going home for Christmas?” You can see the concern in his dark brown eyes.

Your voice is thick as you reply, “I am home.”

Hajime stills for a moment before his face crumples and he cries, pulling you into a warm embrace. You bury your face in his sweatshirt, comforted by the familiar scent of his cologne. When he finally pulls away, he asks, “How long are you here for?”

You slide off your shoes, answering, “I go back in two weeks.” He nods, leading you into the living room. “Hajime.” You call. He turns to look at you, your hands held firmly in his.

“Yes?”

“We need to talk about what happened,” you say firmly, but not unkindly. He nods silently, walking to the couch. It’s plush and comfortable, and the two of you sink down into the cushions, a safe distance away from one another.

“I know you had your reservations about this, but I’m going to move to Japan.” You squeeze his hands. “I told someone recently that I would chase my dream. And I meant it.” You look into his eyes, hoping he could feel your sincerity. “I’m going to be here for this Christmas, and every other Christmas after that.” A shaky breath. “If you’ll have me, that is.”

“You know I want that too.” His eyes are watery, and his hands hold yours in a firm grip. “Of course I do. But I can’t ask you to uproot your whole life for me. That’s just not fair.”

“Hajime.” You pull a single hand out of his hold and guide his face to look at you. “You’re not asking me to give up anything. I’m telling you this because it’s what I want.” He leans his face into your hand. A stray tear makes its way down his tan skin and you gently wipe it away. “If I didn’t want this, I’d be sitting on my shitty green couch in California, not here right now with you.” You press your forehead against his and close your eyes. “Don’t ever think I don’t want you, ok? I want to be with you—I don’t care if that’s here or California, or anywhere else in the world. And that’s my choice. Not yours, not anyone else’s—mine.”

Neither of you say anything for a while, simply sitting and basking in the other’s presence.

“You know,” Hajime’s voice cuts through the silence and you open your eyes to see his dark brown ones staring at you intently, “I happen to really like that ‘shitty green couch,’ thank you very much.” A teasing grin sneaks on his face and you can’t help but laugh.

“Not really sure why, but whatever.” You shake your head, grateful the atmosphere lightened up. Your hands are still intertwined, and though his palm is a bit sweaty, you’re grateful for the reminder that he’s really here with you. “So, will you let me stay?”

His smile grows. “Nothing would make me happier.”

[sonnet009games]

Demonology: Incubus Master Post & FAQ

AVAILABLE CHAPTERS

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

EXTRAS

Chapter 1.5 | Chapter 2.5 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4.5 | Chapter 5.5 | Chapter 6.5

Flea Q&A

Playlist

FAQ

Q: How many chapters is Incubus going to be?

A: Probably around 10.

Q: What's the release schedule?

A: The plan is to release each chapter no more than 1-2 months apart.

Q: When will the final chapter be released?

A: 2025 sometime at the earliest.

Q: Will Incubus be released as a complete game with all the chapters in one?

A: No, almost certainly not.

Q: Will there be a discount if I wait to buy all the chapters at once?

A: The chapters will probably be collected into a itch.io bundle and sold with a $1 discount once the final chapter is released.

Q: I don't like to read/play unfinished stories. Should I wait for the final chapter before I start?

A: I completely understand--I'm the same! However, Incubus is a long-form narrative and was never really intended to be consumed all at once--though, of course, you can! Here's how the arcs play out chapter-wise: Chapters 1-3 = first arc Chapters 4-5 = second arc Chapter 6 onward = all standalone chapters So, hopping onboard after Chapter 3, Chapter 5, and then every chapter after that should provide enough satisfaction and closure for most players.

Q: Will you be releasing Incubus on any platforms other than as a downloadable for PC/Mac?

A: There are no current plans to do this while the story is still being released. I may evaluate my options at a later date, but this is no guarantee.

[jin-jamm-desu]

Internet key! Gojo Headcanons

!!!- alternative history, not at all canon (of course), color coded for people who read fast or can't read at all.

(based on the latest artwork by @saterise, the one with a bleeding Geto holding up the phone to his face with Gojo's eye on the screen.)

He has been trapped since his creation in the 90's and keeps getting updated for use in undercover internet society today.

Was nearly taken down by an internet cult society that wanted to disrupt the social order of the undercover internet policing society- the Jujutsu Sorcerers of Online Peace (JSOP)

JSOP is a small unknown government organization that was created and based in Japan, but is extended thinly worldwide. It clears out or rather, "exorsizes" bugs, malware and worms from popular online sites, forums and the like.

Internet Key! Gojo is actually called the Six Eyes Eliminator Program. The programe, called Gojo for some odd reason, was made alongside other programs like itself- yet excelled in all aspects of online protection.

The second best program was called the Malware Manipulation and Demolisher Project, also coined the 'Geto Program'. The Geto Program was created to buffer the Eliminator Program should it go haywire- which it did do in it's earlier renditions.

The most impactful JSOP program to boot was the Dissector and Dismantling System. In the early days of the internet, hackers, online scammers and the like ran rampant on the internet. The DDS ran like water on a smooth hill from its first rendition. That was until sometime later, the creator of the system found a bug in it, the entire programme collapsed and became corrupted in under a day. Nearly $10B were lost in the week after, and what they started reporting in the following month was horrifying.

An identical copy of the system (or was it the corrupted DDS itself?) was being run through the dark web, snatching up more than portfolios, bank details, and until then, well kept secrets from a certain local internet police group. Hell it was even being used by hackers and malware subscribers to corrupt other people's devices and services.

Within 3.5 months, the corrupted DDS was vanquished- nicknamed the 'Worst Program in Existence'. It was repossessed by the JSOP and broken apart across the internet of Japan. (It didn't get broken apart worldwide because it would harm the integrity of the organization).

10 years after the termination of the DDS, the Gojo System, The Six Eyes Eliminator Program was created. There were some good bug destroying projects during that decade for sure, but the Gojo System was something else. Investors and government officials with insider information flocked to see what it could do; salivating at the idea of getting something to hide their discrepancies and horrible search histories.

The Internet Key! Gojo is used nonstop today, able to see and protect all types of networks and devices around the world. Currently- it trains and advises new types of technologies each year.

[ejzah]

A/N: I was thinking about potential conversations Deeks and Sam could have had early on in the series.

***

Assumptions

Deeks has never missed Kensi more than he does right now. It’s not often that they’re split up, and even less likely for him to be paired up with Sam, yet that was what happened today. While Kensi attended a training and Callen handled interviewing some witnesses, Hetty had sent Deeks and Sam on surveillance duty.

They’d been in the Challenger for an hour and twenty-one minute, during which Sam had said approximately ten words. Clearly, something was bugging him, and Deeks’ presence hadn’t improved his mood. So, they sat outside their suspect’s apartment, waiting in near silence.

Deeks straightened up as the front door opened suddenly and the guy they’d been watching emerged. Sam shifted to get a better look, making a disapproving sound.

“What a waste. He could be making something of himself and instead he’s throwing it away on petty crimes,” he observed.

“I mean, I get what’s it like,” Deeks said, pausing to take a picture of the man walking to his car. Man didn’t seem appropriate since the guy was barely nineteen. “Sometimes it’s hard to find your way out of a rough childhood. When you’re surrounded by people who aren’t afraid to steal, hurt, and cheat their way through life, it takes a lot to not follow in their footsteps.”

“What would you know about that?” Sam scoffed, dismissive and scathing all at once.

“Excuse me?”

“Deeks, I know where you went to school. Just because you spent a couple years going undercover in the rough part of town and you’re “method” does not mean you know what it’s like.”

Deeks didn’t say anything, momentarily stunned by Sam’s comment. In the last couple of months, he’d thought they turned a corner. Sam didn’t seem to hate the sight of him quite as much and occasionally seemed to actually consider him an equal teammate. Then there were times like this.

“You know what they say about people who assume,” he came up with, which wasn’t his best, but hey, he hadn’t planned on having this particular conversation today.

“I think I know your type pretty well. You grew up thinking you were something pretty special because you weren’t like everybody else. The class rebel. That might have worked at LAPD, but it won’t work here.”

Deeks huffed a laugh, licking his bottom lip.

“Oh man, you are so far off the mark.” He turned and gave Sam his most smart-ass smile, knowing it would piss him off. “I got into on a merit-based scholarship. If my GPA dipped below a 3.5, I would have lost my scholarship permanently. In undergrad, I worked two part-time jobs to pay for my dorm room and then a stunningly crappy apartment. Law school was worse.”

Sam’s expression shifted from perpetually annoyed to vaguely concerned. “You were a scholarship kid?”

“Yep. Probably wouldn’t have gone to college otherwise.” Deeks paused a beat, letting that sink in. He kept up the peppy attitude, even though he felt a little nauseous at sharing so much of his truth without embellishments. As far as he knew, Kensi, Hetty, and Nell were the only other ones on the team who knew significant parts of his past. “And hey, that’s not even getting into my dad being in jail.”

Deeks purposely looked out of the window, not wanting to see Sam’s pity or judgment. Whichever one the revelation brought.

“I didn’t know that about your dad,” Sam said eventually. He sounded subdued, so he’d gone the pity route. “What’s he in for?”

“Use your imagination. I’m sure you can come up with a likely scenario,” Deeks told him, and he flashed another quick smile. Sam didn’t need to know all the dirty details. Sam didn’t need to know Gordon Brandel was the kind of guy he might want to punch a few times. Sam hadn’t earned that knowledge yet; maybe he never would.

“I guess there’s a reason you never mention him,” Sam commented weakly, and Deeks almost chuckled at his discomfort.

“Yeah. The point is, I have more in common with this kid than you might think.” He leaned forward, snapping another picture. “And he’s on the move.”

That effectively ended the conversation, which Deeks was completely fine with. He didn’t need Sam to dig deeper, and hopefully, his general irritation with Deeks would keep him from following up later.

***

A/N: This little story occurred to me when I was thinking about how much of Deeks’ history Sam knew pre “Descent/Ascension”. Since we never have any scenes with Deeks sharing this information with Sam or him finding out in other ways, it’s always fun for me to explore.

[ragana62]

Homeslice! What are you Beetress headcanons?

Salutations new chum!

I have way too many, pretty sure Tumblr might actually institute a post character limit on me if I tried listing them all. But. I will list many.

1: I’m a die hard Autistic Wiress truther (even if I will also accept the SOTR version of events, because she’s still clearly autistic and it’s clear that whatever other effects the torture might have had it might just be a little easier for her to get overstimulated and shut down after it which is fair. When I have chronic pain flare ups, I’m absolutely way easier to push from functional to ‘I’m not saying anything, if you touch me I will literally lose my shit because I can’t have literally any additional sensory input right now or it will be a problem’). This isn’t fully beetress but it is 100% how I view her so it’s an important starting off point.

2: To that point, Wiress and Johanna are actually friends. Beetee is the only person who gets it (mostly because he’s the only person who recognizes half of the things they say to one another that everyone else is reading as insults as jokes, despite the fact they say all of them with a completely straight face and deadpan tone. The Nuts nickname isn’t an insult, it’s an inside joke (I’ve actually got a one shot fic planned for that bit of headcanon tbh)).

3: It comes up in Hum, but I don’t think Wiress is the only one who has a hard time finishing sentences/thoughts. I think it’s very much a both of them thing, where they’re just so used to not having to because they work together more often than not so they know that ‘can you’ with a certain gesture in a certain direction means ‘please hand me the 3/8 inch wrench from over there, I can’t find mine right now and I can’t set this down or the whole mechanism will fall apart’.

3.5: I also think they’re both just kind of the sort of people where they get very caught up in ideas and then the second the inspiration goes away, they drop them, so they’re very much in the habit of doing similarly with half abandoned projects they each have. It’s why they actually share more patents than they have individually. Of course a lot of people who bought into the ‘Wiress is crazy’ narrative think it’s because she’s just his assistant at this point, but it genuinely is that they go back and forth in terms of ‘oh I had this idea, drew up some drafts for it, started working on a prototype, realized I didn’t have that one specific part I needed, and then forgot it for six months’ vs. ‘I found the drafts and vague start of that prototype in a drawer in the workshop while looking for something else and liked it so I just finished it up, here are my notes on what I tweaked to improve it somewhat’.

4: Pure fluff one: Beetee likes being the small spoon. Which is great, because it means Wiress can just kind of roll away if it gets too hot or she’s getting touched out or whatever else. It’s just comforting for him, and he knows it’s easier for her and at the end of the day he’s just a bit of a cuddler so he’s not going to say no to cuddling in a way that works better for her.

5: They have no mirrors in their house. Any mirrors that they do have because the Victor’s Village came pretty standard built as is are covered. Wiress may not have completely lost her mind in her games like some of the others, but mirrors still freak her out sometimes if she’s in the wrong headspace when she catches her reflection in one. It actually contributes to their images as ‘absentminded/scattered genius’ types because unless their stylists insist on the matter, they’re not spending any time at all fixing their hair/checking to see how their outfit looks in the mirror before going out, it’s just about functionality.

6: Similarly, Beetee hates thunderstorms. To the point where even heat lightening or the sound of thunder in the distance is enough to set his anxiety off. If there’s a storm, he can’t be in a room with windows, because more than hearing it, it’s the sight of the lightening. So on nights when there is a storm, they usually just stay up and hunker down in their workshop together, because it’s the one room that has absolutely no windows and isn’t a bathroom, and they can just tune it out together.

7: They never had kids of their own, but they did functionally (and fully unintentionally) adopt a bunch of local strays. It started with just bringing broken machines they found in shops while out back home to fix because ‘this toaster looked sad’ type logic. By the time it had escalated to Wiress luring in local stray cats during storms because she didn’t want them getting hurt in the flash flooding that was projected and Beetee needed extra cuddles, Mags was already issuing vague warnings that they ought to get spare rooms ready because that’s always how it starts. They didn’t listen. But their house absolutely is the local ‘I need help with my homework or project/I’m hungry and can’t go home for whatever reason/my parents don’t get off their shift at the factory until 8 can I hang out here until then it looks like it might snow/etc.’ house.

8: Beetee made their wedding rings. They look a bit shit compared to the nice Capitol fancy ones some of the other victors have because he’s really not a jeweler by any stretch of the word, but it’s okay. They were always going to be a bit rough on them anyway, and you can’t even tell anymore which scuffs or burn marks were on them originally and which came from getting too close to a soldering gun or the like while working on a project.

9: They both made it out of their games pretty much uninjured. That being said, they have more than enough scars on their hands specifically to give any of the other victors a run for their money. Burns from getting a little clumsy with a blowtorch, scratches from fiddling with unfinished scrap metal, just daily life stuff for them. It’s a bit of a game with the other victors, making up horrifying stories to tell the newest victor as to why they have so many scars, because when they’re all dressed up for mentoring it’s genuinely hard to tell that the rest of their bodies aren’t just as scared as their hands. The current winner is Finnick, who started a rumor that Wiress won her games by wrapping her hands in barbed wire and just punching everyone to death, mostly because the fact he actually convinced someone that that was a believable possibility was genuinely the most surprising thing of all.

10: They both swear like sailors. Like sailors in punk bands in fact. Not even to be edgy or daring or cool like some of the other victors do. They just are both ‘words are meant to be used precisely’ people, and sometimes the right word for a situation is ‘fuck’. It’s actually a problem for their media teams/escorts, because they will fully be halfway through an interview about their latest invention only to realize that the answer they gave Caesar about how they came up with the idea in the first place was ‘it was a real mind fuck, I’ll tell you, but sometimes this shit just comes to you in the weirdest ways’ and their escort is actively bashing his head against the wall off camera because they can’t say that on daytime Capitol TV.

11: On the subject of them being ‘words are meant to be used, language is meant to be precise’ people, Beetee refuses to call Wiress pretty/beautiful/etc on principle. Something that deeply upsets several of her friends and actively almost leads to a group of other victors running off to fight him on her behalf until she elaborated (everyone was a little drunk at the time, all has long since been forgiven). He insists on specificity in complements. It’s always some shit like how ‘her eyes contain the fire of a thousand suns’ when she’s rambling about something she’s passionate about or the like. Alternatively, he has also just walked right up behind her at a Capitol Party and in front of several of their friends said ‘Your style team should know better than to put you in that shade of blue by now if they want the dress to be worn by anything other than the floor’. Finnick did in fact steal that line, despite joining in the general horror everyone else reacted with because ‘wtf Beetee it’s like 5:30 they haven’t even brought out the canapés yet, we aren’t drunk enough for this shit yet’.

[kelpietheshifter]

Introducing My 1950s Housewife Life

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶

Abt me ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: Alice Lexington <33

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 19 years old <33

˚୨୧⋆𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: Childcare, Ballroom dancing, Dancing, Crocheting, Cooking, Cleaning, Baking, Sewing, Fashion Designing, Horseback Riding, Snow Skiing, and Horse Dressage

˚୨୧⋆𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: American

˚୨୧⋆𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: English, Spanish, Italian, Patois, German, Chinese, Tagalog, French

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑵𝒆𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉: 3.5 Billion Dollars

Relationships (mostly family) ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 42

We married 2 months ago, but we dated a year before that. I am this man's PRINCESS. He is the CEO of the biggest oil company in the world (It's generational) and he's an amazing man, whom I love dearly. This man basically created Princess Treatment. When he's not working on business deals and such he's at home being a great husband and father. He loves the piano, collecting vintage cars, and yachting. He's the whole package and I love him.

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝑳𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 15

Deborah and I are 4 years apart, we went to the same high school and we were friends, but not extradionarily close since I was a senior and she was a freshman when we met. We get along well and now that we're family we're the best of friends.

𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 22

Frances and I are best friends because of our husbands but that doesn't mean we love each other any less. Our husbands (Charles was my boyfriend at the time) introduced us to each other at a Charity Banquet and we hit it off immediately. When we're at our homes in the suburbs we talk shit about the other moms, bake, drink, and dance together. This woman is my other half.

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 26

This is John, He's Frances' husband and a very close friend of Charles. Charles considers him as his little brother. He inherited his father's spot in the Lexington Oil Company so he's very wealthy and highly ranked amongst the families. This is man can DANCE. When we all go dancing if I'm not dancing with Frances or Charles I'm dancing with him. He's such a gentleman, he's into pottery and swimming. I actually scripted a scenario where he teaches me pottery. I love him. Frances bagged herself a GREAT man.

𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒓.

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 5 months

I LOVE MY GODSON! Me and Charles are the godparents of Frances and John's beautiful baby boy. Whenever me and Frances are hanging out in our houses in the suburbs we watch him while tidying up, baking, or watching movies. He's my pride and joy I love this kid.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑨𝒈𝒆: 1 year old and 4 years old

Scruffy is Charles' German shepherd and Pepper is the poodle he surprised me with when we first started dating. They're best friends and you can NOT separate these two I swear. They have such different personalities, Scruffy being a rough-housing hooligan and Peppers being this proper and polite baby. I love them both dearly and they mean the world to me.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼⋆𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼⋆

ᡣ𐭩 Racism is not a problem in this reality

ᡣ𐭩 The Lexingtons are the richest family on earth while the Williamsons are the twenty-first richest

ᡣ𐭩 We own 3 houses the Lexington Villa, Mansion, Beach house, and then a whole bunch of miniature properties that I did not take the time to memorize

ᡣ𐭩 All the wealthy families get together for banquets, fundraisers and balls a few times a year

ᡣ𐭩 The world is always like the 1950s-60s even as time progresses

[matti2k2]

16 Days 1 Year Expanded

No preview this time, sorry.

I've made a small change (other than name changes I substracted 1 toddler year and added it to the child stage, also tweaked a bit the pets lifespan) to my 16 days 1 year Lifespan originally posted here and also edited some existing mods to make the experience even better. I've put them all in a SFS folder so you can pick whatever you want to download. Always remember to use Age Correct.

All details below the cut.

The main scope is the lifespan itself. The changes I've made are:

New Sim Lifespan V1

Baby - Age 0 (1 year: 16 days) Toddler - Ages 1 to 4 (4 years: 64 days) Child - Ages 5 to 11 (7 years: 112 days) Teen - Ages 12 to 17 (6 years: 96 days) Adult - Ages 18 to 64 (47 years: 752 days) Elder - Starting from age 65 (min is 5 years: 80 days; max is 40 years: 640 days - if you download my edit of Lamare's mod they can live up to 45 years) New Sim Lifespan V2

Same as above, except: Child - Ages 5 to 12 (8 years: 128 days) Teen - Ages 13 to 19 (I gave it two extra years to decide if the Sim is going to college so 7 years: 112 days) Adult - Ages 20 to 64 (45 years: 720 days)

New Pets Lifespan

Small Dog Puppy - Age 0 (1 year: 16 days) Adult - Ages 1 to 9.5 (8.5 years: 136 days) Elder - Starting from age 10.5 (min is 2.5 years: 40 days; max is 4.5 years: 72 days)

Large Dog Puppy - Age 0 (1 year: 16 days) Adult - Ages 1 to 5.5 (4.5 years: 72 days) Elder - Starting from age 6.5 (min is 3.5 years: 56 days; max is 5.5 years: 88 days)

Cat Kitten - Age 0 (1 year: 16 days) Adult - Ages 1 to 9 (8 years: 128 days) Elder - Starting from age 10 (min is 3 years: 48 days; max is 10 years: 160 days)

The mods I edited to fit my lifespan are:

Piqiwi's Mood Swing + Midlife Crisis and Anniversary

Lamare's Random Elder Death/Longevity/Sickness (DL post here)

Nopke's College Dependant Adult Stage Days

Pick N Mix's Ask Age Social

I also edited Tunaisafish's Enthusiasm Overhaul's core package to edit hobby gain. Note that I made it faster than skill gain! I just think it makes sense.

In addition to that, I've decided to also add a list of recommended mods - they're not edited so I didn't include them in the folder - that would go great with this lifespan, too.

EvelynnMama's Shorter Seasons (duh!)

Inge's University Break (if you're interested in my 6 day semesters, otherwise skip this mod and download the original length from my MTS post)

Phaenoh's School Break (now your Sims get multiple breaks in their child/teen stage instead of just one)

Lamare's Lower Job Promotion Chance (10% version, although I haven't played as much to determine it's balanced enough for this gameplay)

Nopke's Fitness Decay and Fitness Threshold Changes (I was going to edit this one but I couldn't do the math properly and my mind blew up. I use the slow version)

Simler's Slower Fitness Gain (same as above, and at least in my version of SimPE every string was blank so I didn't know what I was editing)

Amura's Expensive House and/or Apartment Bills (I haven't played long enough to see which is the best fit but I use the 500% for house bills and none for apartment bills)

Smonaff's Period Hack (not as necessary but the fact that periods are every 4 days and every season is considered a month by Piqiwi's Anniversary mod, I think they'd go well)

Not as recommended (I know some would go crazy with a longer lifespan alone) but still worth noting a couple mods for slower days:

Chris Hatch's Time Controller

Lazy Duchess' Motive Decay Mod

Also see this guide to configure them properly.

Phew, that was a lot of links. (_ _) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Here's what you came for:

DOWNLOAD

SFS only. No MediaFire link this time, sorry for that too.

[camficdiner]

Hi Cam! Can I please order, [1.3] [2.17 Exes forced to share a hotel bed] [3.5] [4.2]? I’m so excited to see what you come up with! Many thanks 💗

☕️ Cams fic diner — order 076

🍒 thank you to the girlies who crave tension so thick you could slice it. exes. hate sex. soft hands after hard words. this one’s yours.

P.S this was the last request on my inbox, so submit more!!

love you, thanks

Cam's Fic Diner

💬 “Fuck You Means I Miss You” 

✨ description & prompts:

character: Luke hughes

prompt: you try to set him up with someone else, but it backfires you

type: jealousy, possessive smut! 

wc ~1.6

additional prompt: exes forced to share a hotel bed

✨🧁🍒🛼

You hadn’t seen Luke Hughes in five months.

Not since you walked out of his apartment, coat soaked in rain, mascara streaked, with his voice echoing down the hallway: “You don’t get to leave and act like it doesn’t fucking hurt.”

You hadn’t answered. You didn’t know how.

Now, five months later, you’re standing in a Bauer PR room in Chicago, smile frozen in place while some rep talks about unity and gender integration and how great it is for the sport to see the WNHL and NHL collaborate for this year’s ad campaign.

And you’re stuck doing it with Luke.

Your ex.

He walks in five minutes late, eyes flicking over the room until they land on you — sharp, unreadable, jaw tight. You feel it instantly. That low, aching pull in your gut. The one you swore you’d erased. He’s tanner now. A little bigger. Same stupid smirk when he finally walks over and mumbles, “Didn’t think you’d show.”

You don’t blink. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

Next to you, Sienna — your mutual friend, the one you invited to make it easier — coughs awkwardly. Luke shoots her a look, curious. Then amused.

“You brought her?” he mutters later, under his breath. “What are we, on Love Island now?”

“She’s a friend,” you snap. “And she’s single. You’re single. Just thought I’d…help.”

He lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Help? Yeah, right.”

⸻

The shoot is tense. You pose with the stick in hand, Luke passing you a puck. Your hands touch once — you jerk back. His eyes darken.

Sienna keeps trying to flirt. Luke keeps ignoring her.

And you… you keep checking your phone. Because Quinn texted you something earlier.

Quinn [17:42]

Miss you already. Hope you can still walk tomorrow 😉

It was a joke. Something dumb about the spin class you both took before the flight. But when Luke saw it?

He fucking snapped.

“Of course,” he mutters, grabbing your wrist after the shoot, dragging you into the hallway. “Of course you’re still fucking my brother.”

You freeze. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shows you the text.

You groan. “He’s not flirting. We took a workout class. It’s a joke—”

“You think I’m an idiot?”

You wrench your arm free. “I think you’re a jealous asshole.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he spits. “The girl who brought a puck bunny to set me up with, just so she didn’t have to deal with the fact she’s still in love with me.”

You slap him. Quietly. In the chest.

He doesn’t move. Just stares down at you with fire in his jaw.

⸻

The storm strands you there.

Flights cancelled. PR team panicking. Hotel overbooked. Only one room left.

Of course it’s yours.

Of course there’s only one bed.

You walk in first. Drop your bag. Breathe deep.

“I’ll take the floor,” you mumble.

But Luke? He just locks the door. Slowly. Loud enough that you turn to look.

And he’s already storming toward you.

“You know what pisses me off the most?” he says, voice low and raw. “You left me. You walked out without even looking back. And now you act like I’m the one who should’ve moved on? You don’t get to set me up with some girl who laughs like a dolphin and smells like glitter.”

You swallow. “Don’t do this.”

“You don’t get to do this,” he snarls. “I’m not Quinn. I don’t play nice. I want what’s mine.”

You back up until you hit the window. “I’m on my period.”

He stops. Looks at you. Breathes in.

Then says, low, hungry, “That doesn’t mean you can’t be used.”

⸻

His mouth is on yours before you can reply. Rough. Unapologetic. Tongue demanding entry. You moan into it, all teeth and want and months of denial cracking open.

His hands slide under your thighs and lift you like you weigh nothing. He lays you on the bed, rips your leggings down.

“You sure?” he mutters, voice trembling. “Tell me now.”

You nod. “Yes. Please, yes.”

He groans. Digs his face into your neck. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You guide his hand between your legs. “Here,” you whisper, breath hitching. “Just fingers.”

He slips two in with ease, thumb circling your clit. “So wet already,” he mutters. “God, I fucking missed this.”

You pant, arching. “Luke…”

But he pulls back.

“Turn over,” he says. “On your knees.”

You blink.

“Please,” he adds, voice cracked. “I just… I need to feel you. I need to ruin you again.”

You do. Slowly. Nervously.

And when his spit-slick finger presses behind you — careful, patient — your gasp echoes across the room.

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “You’re mine. No one else has ever touched you here. Right?”

You shake your head. “No. Only you.”

He groans. Loud. “Fuck.”

He opens you up slow, inch by inch, before guiding himself in — careful at first, then deeper.

“Too much?” he asks, teeth gritted.

“No,” you moan. “More.”

He pounds into you, hands tight on your hips, your name falling from his lips like a prayer and a curse.

“Mine,” he growls. “You’re fucking mine.”

⸻

You lie there, trembling, legs tangled with his, heart pounding.

Luke strokes your back, kisses your shoulder.

“I never wanted anyone else,” he whispers. “Even when you left.”

You blink at the ceiling.

“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you,” you admit, quietly. “I left because I was scared.”

He pulls you tighter. “Then don’t be scared anymore.”

You don’t answer. You just reach for his hand, lace your fingers through his.