#i'm imagining that they had no idea she was there

[nephynes]

now we need a pt.2 where she tells sunghoon that she stopped taking pills and then all hell broke loose

it really did need a part 2 (just with a little twist)

MDNI

part 1 here

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You noticed the first time when the pack only had three left. It was a quiet morning, you were still tucked in your sheets, barely awake, your body sore in that sweet way that meant he'd had you up against the wall the night before. He was still asleep, arm flung lazily over your waist, head nuzzled into your neck like always.

And you remembered.

You blinked at the tiny foil circles on your nightstand and whispered, "Hoonie, can you go by the pharmacy this weekend? I'm running low."

"Mhm," he hummed into your skin, lips brushing your shoulder. "I'll go tonight."

It didn't seem like a big ask. He always got them for you. The pharmacy was one town over, weird prescription rules, out-of-stock chains nearby but he never complained. If anything, he insisted on doing it. Said he didn't like the idea of you going alone. Said he wanted to be the one taking care of you.

You liked that. You really liked knowing he was the one who kept you safe. That he knew your cycle better than you did. You never questioned it.

Until it started happening again.

You brought it up two days later. Then again three days after that. Each time, his answer was the same — a little nod, a "don't worry, I'll get them," followed by a kiss to your forehead or a squeeze of your thigh, and that was that.

But the pills never came.

And now you're sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, blanket wrapped around your waist, legs trembling from how hard you just came against your own fingers and nothing feels like enough.

Your body's hot, worse than usual this time. Your nipples ache, your thighs twitch, and your skin feels like it's crawling with need. The kind of need only he can fix. And you already know why.

Because it's day 14 of your cycle, you're not on the pill.

You're ovulating and you’re sure he knows it.

You stare blankly at the empty blister pack in your palm. The pale blue foil catches the light, mocking you.

Something's off. You know it. He hasn't forgotten. Sunghoon doesn't forget. He's meticulous, always ten steps ahead, always watching over you, always running that hand down your back in bed and whispering, "You're safe with me, baby. I've got you."

You're not scared. Not really. But something coils tight in your chest as you pad out into the living room and see him on the couch, lazy in sweats, one hand resting on his chest, the other on his phone.

He looks up the second he hears your footsteps.

"Hey," he says gently. "You okay?"

You hold up the empty pack, voice tight. "You still didn't go."

He doesn't say anything right away.

Just sets his phone down.

Sits up.

"I meant to," he offers. "I just... forgot again."

You stare at him. Waiting for a smirk. A tell. Something. But all you see is that calm, steady gaze, the same one he gives you when he's watching you undress. Or when you're riding him and don't realize he's memorizing every whimper.

"You don't forget," you whisper.

He sighs.

Runs a hand through his hair.

"No," he says finally. "I don't."

The words hit you like a pin drop in a silent room.

You blink. "So... you didn't forget?"

His throat bobs. He leans back slowly, knees spread, eyes on you like he's already imagining you falling to them.

"I kept meaning to. But the longer I didn't... the harder it was to go."

You don't move. You don't breathe. Because you're starting to understand.

"You knew I was almost out."

"I knew."

"You knew I'd ovulate this week."

He nods.

"And you didn't go."

He doesn't answer.

The air turns heavy. You can feel it pressing down on you. All that need swirling low in your belly flares — not just arousal now, but disbelief, betrayal, want. So much want you think it might break you.

You cross the room slowly, blanket still wrapped around you, and straddle his lap without a word. His hands don't move. Not yet. They sit at your hips, thumbs stroking your skin softly, reverently.

"Tell me why," you breathe.

He looks up at you like you already know the answer.

"Because I wanted you like this," he says, voice hoarse. "Wet. Needy. Desperate."

You let out a shaky breath. Your body's already betraying you, pressing into him, grinding slow circles against the half-hard bulge in his pants.

"That's fucked up."

"I know, baby." He sighs out the words, "I didn't want to."

There's a snap in the air between you. Like something invisible just cracked clean in half.

"You wanted this," you whisper.

He doesn't even pretend to lie.

"I did."

You stare at him, stunned. Heat surges down your spine, your core clenching without permission, like your body's already made the decision your mind hasn't caught up with yet.

Sunghoon notices.

Of course he does.

His hands slide up under your shirt, slowly dragging the hem higher until it rests above your hips, baring your soft thighs in his lap. He breathes in sharply when he sees there's nothing underneath.

"Fuck."

You shouldn't do this. You know you shouldn't but you feel too full of want, too fogged with hormones. You should get up. You should fight him.

Instead, you lean in, grip his jaw with both hands and kiss him so hard your teeth knock. He groans, mouth opening under yours, tongue sliding in deep, desperate. His hands clamp down hard on your hips and pull you flush against his cock, grinding you over him once, twice, until you're gasping.

"Let me," you beg against his lips. "Let me ride you. I—I need it."

His eyes flutter shut. His voice comes out strangled.

"Fuck, please don’t say that."

"I do."

"You don't."

You rock against him again, dragging your bare cunt over the thin fabric of his sweats, soaking him through. He bites back a moan.

"I'm not wearing a condom," he warns, but his hands are already tugging your shirt off, dragging it over your head.

"You never put one on."

"I haven't replaced your pills."

"I know."

He freezes.

His eyes search yours, mouth parted, breath uneven.

"Say it again."

"I know I'm not on the pill," you whisper, trembling. "I know what I'm doing."

His voice breaks.

"Fuck—"

In a second, he's lifting you, maneuvering you under him, kneeing the sweats down just enough to free himself. His cock slaps up against his stomach, thick, hard, flushed red and leaking at the tip and you whimper at the sight of it, eyes wide.

He doesn't tease. He doesn't drag it over your folds or play with you like he usually does. He just lines up and presses in, slow, steady, impossibly deep.

You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. He groans low in your ear, arms caging you beneath him, breath ragged.

"God, you're always so tight—"

You're already clenching around him, your walls fluttering from the stretch. He holds himself still once he's fully inside, trembling.

"I shouldn't," he pants. "I know I shouldn't. But you feel so fucking good." “Doesn’t matter how many times I fuck your needy little cunt op—” “Oh fuck! Baby stop clenching.”

"Don't stop," you plead.

He pulls out halfway, then slams back in.

You choke on a moan.

He does it again.

Again.

Harder.

"You feel that?" he growls, voice guttural. "That's me, filling you raw."

You sob, nodding.

"And you're gonna let me, aren't you?" His hand cups your jaw, forces you to look at him. "You're gonna let me stay inside. Gonna take everything I give you."

"Sunghoon—"

"You want me to cum in you?" he asks, eyes wild. "Want me to fill you up and not pull out?"

You cry out something that sounds like yes. Or maybe please. You don't know anymore.

He groans a dark, possessive sound and fucks into you harder, deeper, panting between words.

"I'm gonna ruin you. You know that, right?"

You whimper, nodding frantically.

"You're mine," he growls. "And if I get you pregnant... good."

You moan, high and wrecked, your back arching as he drills into you.

"Good," he repeats, snapping his hips forward. "You were made to take me like this."

His hand slips between your bodies, finds your clit and rubs tight circles until your legs shake, and that's it, the pressure explodes, white-hot and overwhelming, your orgasm tearing through you like a dam breaking.

Sunghoon curses under his breath, buries himself to the hilt, and finally gives in knowing he’s made you cum, he moans your name as he spills into you, hot and deep and endless.

He doesn't pull out.

Not for a long time.

Not even when you start to come down and blink up at him, dazed and dizzy, your thighs still twitching around him.

He just kisses your temple and mutters, "We'll talk about pills later."

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• a/n: well sunghoon’s definitely gonna be a daddy now 🤷🏽‍♀️

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor

The fact that he was not only able to devise a decent narrative on the spot, but also delivered his idea in a compelling way managed to astonish him and fill him with contentment. In the past, it was nothing out of the ordinary as he'd practied those same skills day to day, mostly at the ministry and frequently before and during their secret missions when he served the Dark Lord. Critical thinking was required in both of those roles he'd taken up on himself as it was usually him suggesting an approach, a strategy which they'd carried out, so it really shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that despite not having been forced to come up with a plan within seconds - without giving himself long hours to consider and second guess his every decision - he was still able to pull it off; and do it with ease. It was evident on her face as well that she'd been impressed with him, proud of him even, although he felt that could've easily been a stretch, his own desires seeping in and clouding his judgement as he regarded her, drinking in her graceful movements as she sat back with ease - clearly, she was as relieved to actually have a logical plan they could stick to as he had been. "So?" He inquired with a knowing smile, unable to help himself, although, he hadn't addressed her to have her hurry up and to emphasise that, he'd went back to his breakfast, sliced off a bite and lifted it to his mouth, chewing carefully while he waited for her answer. His brows lifted up expectantly as he looked up at her and he gave her a warm smile, flattered by her compliment and enthralled by the smirk that spread along her lips. As much as he tried not to look overly joyous or smug for that matter, he'd lost it when she'd pointed out that the plan was very much like him as he let out a warm chuckle and shook his head. "I'm glad it earnt your approval" He gave her an appreciative glance as he started to slice another bite, however, he was soon captivated by her mesmerising gaze that, combined with her musing about those two weeks, made his breath catch in his throat and his movements to still. "Do you think we could get away with two weeks? Surely, Celeste would notice our absence" He surmised, not meaning to burst her bubble, still, he wanted to remain reasonable with their plans. Giving her some time to think it through, he'd finished the remainder of his second pancake, then took a sip of his tea as she'd moved on to a lighter topic and asked him for a specific detail of another part of their plan. He grinned against the rim of the cup at the formal way she'd addressed him. It's been so long since he'd heard her utter his name in that flirtatious manner. "Hm... Where have you been lately?" He asked instead of giving the cliché answer of 'anywhere you'd like to' or coming up with a suggestion right away, wanting to figure out whether she had a specific country or place she would have liked to visit.

She set the teacup down slowly, precisely, and folded her hands over the linen napkin in her lap, taking a moment to let the question settle in the air like perfume. “Where have I been lately?” she repeated, as though tasting the words on her tongue. “Hm. Figuratively, I suppose I’ve been in survival. Literally…” she trailed off, her gaze drifting toward the far window, where the morning light broke in quiet strips across the tiled floor, “mostly Paris, in truth. I spent a handful of months in the Marais. Rented a narrow little flat with drafty windows and the creakiest floors you could possibly imagine. It was nothing grand. Quite the opposite, in fact.” She looked back at him then, something wistful but fond behind her composed smile. “And yet, it was peaceful. Anonymous. I could walk down Rue de Turenne at dawn and no one turned to look. No whispers. No name. Just... a woman buying apricots and coffee.” Her fingers played absently with the edge of her napkin. “But that’s not where I want to go.” She leaned forward, her tone lightening with subtle playfulness, though her eyes held something deeper.

“I was thinking… Hungary. Do you remember that estate outside of Pécs? The one built into the hills, with the mineral springs tucked behind the vineyards?” Her voice softened with the memory. “We stayed there for three days. You booked the entire property without telling me. I thought we were just stopping to rest before moving onto our final destination. But instead, you saw how exhausted I had been even when I told you I was fine. You brought me pastries in bed and told me that for once, politics could wait. And we just like that, extended our vacation." Suddenly a memory occurred to her and she let out a chuckle after she popped another strawberry into her mouth, "You spent the entire afternoon fussing over which herbs to steep in my tea, swearing you’d mastered healing brews after one weekend with Severus to help me regain my energy. I was certain you were going to poison me.” Her voice softened further, “There was no one there but us that weekend. And I don’t know if I’ve ever heard the world be that quiet again.” She paused, watching him with something gentle in her expression. "I think that's the kind of silence I'd like again...with you. Somewhere free from secrets." She watched him then, as if waiting to see whether the man who’d once charmed her in the smoke and polish of ballrooms could still meet her there—just the two of them, stripped of their legacy, their name, and everything they'd been expected to carry. “It’s not grand. Not polished. But I think we could disappear there for a little while. The world will keep turning without us, Lucius. And Celeste—she’ll wait. We’ll return to her not just armed with truth, but with something she can see. A bond she can’t ignore.” Then, more softly, “Let’s go where there are no expectations to rise to…just each other.”

Bones of Contention

[transformers-spike]

Hi, @squibsformers here-

For your consideration: Human taking their Car alt-mode partner to a car show to make a lil money. I could so see this going so many different ones having different reactions.

Like there was the one ive seen of a similar thing with Bumblebee where he would be loving it (loved that one, v good) But can you imagine the Hell it would be for Knock Out who LOVES attention but thinks humans are Icky. You would have to be like "Listen. You're gonna get all shiny and pretty and im really sorry but people are gonna touch you." And KO would be all "Pfft. I can deal with disgusting fleshy fingers.... No Offense." But then when it comes down to it hes like SOOOO zoned out bc this is Nice and he lives the attention and the people complimenting him and saying hes pretty... but he's silently tallying how many people have touched him and is probs gonna give you that many swats later or smth. Its a number.... that will very much suck.

Jazz?? Could you IMAGINE Jazz at one of these?? People would be all over him and also like, i feel he would be bumpin some GREAT music the whole time. He feels like its both a spy mission and also a day off so hes just like "fine by me lmao." He's gonna get worked up though. And by the time you make it home he has mass displaced in your garage and is like "Alright! Now for my end of the bargain, bend over-"

Arcee??? Hello arcee at a motorcycle show?? People would LOVE how sleek and slick she looks.

.....Hot Rod/Rodimus at a show. First off if he lost he would be salty for like the next DECACYCLE- But man. Rodders has had so many different paint styles and stuff and all of them would be so eye catching at a show. The two from Cyberverse, of course the two from MTMTE, he has so many options for "Hello 4s a 10 has arrived". And he would eat up all the praise and compliments about his paibt and how he looks like SUCH a strong car. But then when he gets alone with you, the only compliments he eats up are from his sweet little mate.

(Note: If this was TFP and the human for KO was taking him to a car show, I feel like Starscream would be staring at his human like "Well????" as if they could just. Take him to a Jet Show. He has to be let down Gently)

Anyways yeah Yappin

nghhhhhhhhh peak car show ideas omg

TFP Bumblebee is loving it and behaving himself so well, but if it's TFA he's going to transform into a bot just so he can get even more attention (whore).

Smokescreen should definitely participate even if there's a 5% chance he fucks up and blows his cover somehow (yes your car is talking. No don't worry about it)

BRO - I'M DYING OVER JAZZ RAILING HIS HUMAN AFTER THE SHOW

Listen - Rodimus being needy and desperate for comfort is peak. Please pet his giant ass head and call him your specialest little boy

KO is going to fucking ruin you if you try this with him. Yeah, he knows you're going to leave your fingerprints on him - but you're special. He can put up with you (even if sometimes he'd love to punt you), so being stroked by all those human hands is doing a number on him

Especially since he operates on exchanges. He did you a favor, now it's your turn to pay him back. Realistically it would be by buffing him and cleaning up all those nasty fingerprints. But there's a chance the second part of the deal involves overstimulation until you fall into a coma

Bro - if you bring Starscream along to watch a jet show (which he cannot participate in for obv reasons) he will be rolling his optics at the "sluggist" and "uninspired" maneuvers the pilots are pulling. Most of the show involves him hate-watching it

[quesocheeso]

*At this point it's your fault. Hello my friend from the other side of the darkness.*

Now this is just a funny idea.

Who do you think is shadowpeach biggest fan?

Nezha? Xiaoxing? MK? No, definitely none of them. It is actually Macaque's doctor.

Hear me out.

He is an old man who had his fair share of poor demons being taken advantage of then thrown away when they couldn't give birth to a powerful child. He loves kids and became a doctor hoping to save as many as possible or at least help the mothers.

At first he hated Wukong and tried to give Macaque a headstart for when Wukong got rid of him and the magicless baby.

But a few visits later he could clearly see how loved the baby and the mother are. Wukong would keep notes of all the things related to them and wouldn't ask twice about any type of treatment. The baby was clearly happy and the mother was very well taken care of.

And so they became his favourite couple.

Now for the fun part:

Macaque and Wukong had a fight before going to doctor and he clearly noticed:

Doctor:"Well, as far as I can see Mr. Macaque, your tests are improving smoothly however the rapid heartbeat is very concerning." (His ass is lying.)

Wukong immediately switching from angry to absolutely concerned:"What? But he's been taking his medication and eating healthy, why would he have that?"

_"I need to do more tests to be sure but just in case, was there any reason for Mr. Macaque to be stressed these past few days?"

_"We had a fight... Why? Is that why he's getting sick?"

_"That's my best guess. I do need to remind you that even though he looks fine, he can still get very sick very quickly, he is not in the safe zone yet." (Macaque has been luxuriously living in the safe zone for a while now.)

Macaque:"So what do I do? Do I need medicine for it?"

Doctor:"I'd like to avoid that if possible, we don't want to exhaust your body. Let's try talking things out first and..."

_"And what?"

_"Well, physical relations are very good to release pent-up stress. I'm just saying to keep that in mind. If you don't want that then I'll have to prescribe you some more medicine."

Wukong:"We'll try talking things out first."

Doctor:"That's wonderful to know. Please speak to the secretary about rescheduling a new appointment to check on the mother and the baby later."

Even though he lied a lot, he was still very professional and kept an eye out for his patient. But these two walked into his office without holding hands and he took it personally. It would be a tragedy in his book to let these break up.

Imagine his happiness when he knew there's another baby on the way. As the shadowpeach fan club president, he was overjoyed and made sure these two would not be one second apart during the pregnancy.

*Imagine it for a second and tell me it's not hilarious. Anyway, have a great day! I'll excuse myself into the darkness.*

Girlypop I let out the loudest ass laugh ever possible when you said Macaques doctor was these two biggest fan, brooooo that old lady HATES their asses (affectionately) lmaoooo

She’s actually the side character the next 3am comic features and I lover her to bits, she is straight to the point and close to being vulgar while at the same time trying to kick these youngsters from her office at all times, she was Macaque’s midwife for Xiaoxing’s birth, and consequently the midwife to the rest of his kids

Although I do love the concept of her grudgingly caring about the youngsters and helping them work out some of their problems, because of the type of relationship she’s seen in her days with powerful couples, and how different the monkeys are.

She did think Wukong was a dead beat dad during Macaque’s first pregnancy since he was out of the picture, but that did change when he broke into the delivery room to be there for the birth and then stuck around for everything else, specifically to make sure Macaque was alright,,,,, you know that video of the dad who keeps looking for his wife and her health through the hospital doors while his family fawns over his child, that’s Wukong fr lol

[sturnboos]

going nuts in Buc-ee’s

boyfriend matt with subby undertones if you squint hard enough, fluff/suggestive, inspired by their recent video.

It was supposed to be a quick stop. Just a bathroom break and a few snacks.

The second we walked into Buc-ee’s, Nick was already analyzing the fudge like it owed him money, chris went and ordered everyone pulled pork burgers and Matt found the shopping carts. “Babe, watch this,” he said, grinning like a five-year-old hyped on sugar.

“Matt!” I half scolded, already giggling. Too late. He kicked off and started scootering through the aisles, using the cart like it was his own personal scooter. His hair flopped effortlessly as he zoomed down the main aisle, nearly crashing into a display of beaver branded blankets.

I shook my head.

“Look at her! She’s jealous of my skills,” he said, spinning the cart in a circle. Matt came to a dramatic stop in front of me, grinning wide, cheeks flushed from the ride. “Rate the performance, babe. Be honest. Was it sexy?”

I leaned in, looping my arm around his waist. “You almost hit the blankets and the giant stuffed bucee beaver.”

“Exactly. I live on the edge” he whispered, brushing his lips against my temple before grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the candy aisle. “Come on. Time to get you something sweet” As if he wasn't already sweet enough.

We barely made it past the sour gummies before Matt dropped into a dramatic pose, grabbed a pack of candy, and without warning started dry humping the air. Right there. In the middle of Buc-ee’s.

“Matthew Bernard!” I gasped, trying not to laugh while also glancing around for witnesses. I hissed and gently push his shoulder. “There are children here!”

“What? I'm just showing you what happens when I think about you and sugar at the same time,” he said with zero shame, biting his lip in that way that made my knees feel a little too weak for a gas station.

Chris nearly choked on the peanuts he was eating from laughing. “can’t take them anywhere… right nick?”

Nick just kept walking. “I’m not responsible for any of this.”

Eventually, we made it to the slushie machines, which felt like a miracle. I was filling mine when I turned and caught Matt slowly, sensually rocking against the cart this time with full eye contact.“Matt…” I whispered, feeling heat creep up my neck. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” His voice dropped a little lower, eyes dark with that teasing glint I knew too well. “I’m just imagining this cart is you.”

My jaw dropped, and he smirked like he won the lottery. “You’re gonna pay for that later,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to smile as I shoved his shoulder.

“I’m counting on it,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear, fingers just barely grazing my lower back as he walked ahead leaving me flustered, blushing, and very ready to get back on the tour bus.

Buc-ee’s had no idea what hit it and honestly neither did I but despite the chaos and the secondhand embarrassment I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Buc-ee’s may never recover, but it was definitely a trip to remember.

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[growth-opportunities]

Common wisdom is that you shouldn’t practice high yield growth in the shower, as it can get very cramped, very fast.

Those globes of fat, those jiggling cheeks... The way her gym shorts disappeared deeper and deeper between them... Growing and growing until pears lost their title and an entire category of woman would henceforth be called Rosie-shaped...

The cold water that pelted down on Helena, running over her curves and matting her dark hair to her head, did little to quell the arousal inside her. The image of watching her best friend (and crush) grow like that had seared itself into her mind. It didn't matter if her eyes were open or closed or if she forced herself to think of something else; she always came back to seeing her friend's tanned backside swelling and threatening to rip clean out of her athletic shorts. Helena did her best to focus on actually washing herself, cleaning off the stench of growth practice, but running her hands over her own curves, her palm-overflowing breasts and her own wide hips, just put her in mind of Rosie's softness.

"This is stupid... Fuck... I never should have done this..." Helena's fist slammed against the tile wall of the locker room shower as she muttered chastisements at herself. Joining the Growth Team had been Rosie's idea and, as she had done for almost the entirety of their nearly decade-long friendship, Helena followed after. The idea had intrigued her, both the general idea of competitive growing and Rosie growing specifically, but she had no idea how impactful it would be until she got there, until she saw Rosie's generously sized ass surge in size, doubling in heft and wobble.

Helena gritted her teeth. "That's it. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. Tomorrow, I'll tell Coach Carr I quit and that'll be that. And then Rosie will think I'm a quitter and we'll grow distant and someone else will get to watch her fat fucking ass grow until it rips out of those tiny shorts and-" Her tirade dissolved into a pathetic whine as she leaned back against the wall and let herself slide down until her ass hit the floor with a wet plap!

As Helena looked down at herself, she grabbed her tits, kneading them in her hands. Rosie probably doesn't even think about me like that... I can't make my tits grow the way she can... I've only ever managed a few cup sizes... Fuck, at this rate, I'll get kicked off the team anyway... Thoughts swirled around inside Helena's head, her eyes shut as she continued to grope herself, feeling her flesh spill out between her fingers. As she idly played with herself, rubbing her thumb over her sensitive nipples, she began to imagine what it'd be like if Rosie did see her like that. What if Rosie felt that same warm arousal when looking at Helena's tits? What if Rosie's breath caught in her throat and her cheeks turned pink when watching Helena practice, her tits making her gym shirt tight?

The fantasies replaced Helena's negative thoughts, moaning softly as she pictures looking down into Rosie's big, blue eyes as her full lips tugged on one of Helena's nipples. In the real world, Helena pinched and tugged on her nipple, making the fantasies all the more real. In her mind's eye, she saw herself swelling, her tits forcing Rosie's lips to stretch and her cheeks to bulge outward. It felt so real, Helena's moans echoing through the locker room. In her fantasy, she pushed past her personal best, her tits growing until they covered her torso, taking up so much space that Rosie had to move back, in awe and clearly turned on by Helena's extreme size. They swelled bigger by the moment, outgrowing Helena's reach entirely, putting the team captain to shame. A new personal record. A new school record. A new league record!

The feeling of something pressing against the sides of her tits threatened to pull Helena out of her fantasy. She tried to reconcile it with a mental image of Rosie reaching around her bust, but there's no way Rosie's arms could reach that far. With the immersion broken, Helena's eyes peeked open.

At first, she was confused. She was still in the locker room, right? When she did turn around to fact the wall? And what wall was this tan-pink color? And why did the wall have this dark line down the-

Helena's eyes shot open.

She tried to stand, but the shower walls held her gargantuan bust in place. Everything was wet and nothing provided the kind of reaction or leverage she'd need to get out from under her own bust. She shoved her face into her cleavage and screamed in frustration.

"H-help! Hey, anyone out there? I'm stuck in the shower! I need help!"

Helena strained her ears, listening for any sounds of someone nearby, only to lean her head back against the wall in defeat. Fuck. It would be hours before she went back to normal. She'd be stuck here for-

"Helena? You in here?"

ROSIE!

A fearful chill ran up Helena's spine as her friend continued. "I saw your car was still in the parking lot, so I thought you might be here. Everything alright?"

Helena's heart thundered in her chest. She didn't know what to do. Finally, she cleared her throat.

"Hey, Rosie. I'm, uh, I'm in the showers! I... I need a little help."

Helena didn't know what would come next. But she certainly had hopes.

[elwenyere]

thots on the “fact” that there’s a deleted, never filmed, scene where it’s revealed Perrin knew the whole time about Mon’s rebel activities, was interrogated weekly by the ISB, and never gave her away? That she could have trusted and leaned on him but didn’t and now it doesn’t matter?

Hello Anon! Thank you for the ask.

I did hear that there was news of such a scene floating about. I don't mind knowing it was a possibility because I think there's enough already in the season we got to suggest that Perrin has a sense Mon is in trouble of some kind (that look on the dance floor) and that something in their relationship has shifted (maybe especially after Leida is married) to allow for a more companionable sharing of social duties (strategizing about their dinners, etc.). There's the moment with Krennic in "What a Festive Evening," when Mon and Krennic are clearly getting into a standoff, and Perrin sort of unobtrusively tries to diffuse the situation: I think it's quite possible to read that as a moment of stepping in when he has the idea that attracting the ire of someone like Krennic could be dangerous.

All in all, though, I personally prefer the story without the cut scene, for two primary reasons. One, I think it makes most sense to me that Mon wouldn't take the risk of widening the circle with someone from home again after what happened with Tay, even if she thought she had good reason to trust them. Mon is a character who feels the moral weight of collateral damage very heavily, and I imagine she might feel enough guilt about Tay's death that she would decide not to put anyone else in Luthen's crosshairs who wasn't there already. In my reading of the scene where she confronts Erskin that's part of what causes her to send him away: she does feel betrayed, but also she cares about him, and I can see her wanting to push him away as a way of trying to protect him from the fallout of what she's about to do (now that she knows he's on Luthen's radar).

Two, I think having that scene in the narrative would suggest that one of the season's notable tragedies is that Mon missed out on a deeper relationship with Perrin, and (*some* apologies to Perrin) I wouldn't like that for her as much as what we get: the version where it's a painful and high-cost decision to leave her life behind but also one that allows her to emerge into a new way of inhabiting the world. Instead of the opulent, silent dinners at home, there's the breakfast mess at Yavin. The elaborate layers of costuming and coiffure that kept up her required appearances at the capital are gone, and she's adopted habits that deliberately discard the binary gender imperatives of Chandrila. And it's important to me personally that the family she shares this new life with is Vel, who became a confidante in part because neither of them had ever felt free in their old lives, and who has a few years' more experience than Mon in making herself change, as Cinta said.

So I think it's interesting as a path-not-taken, insofar as it offers an extra-diegetic layer for a reading of Perrin that I think is already implicit in the show; but in this case I'm happier with what we got. (Pretty torn on the last Perrin shot in the montage though lol.)

Thank you for the ask!

[tiaglare]

Sinners oc!!

Meet Esther!

She is the oldest sister of Sammie and the oldest daughter of the preacher

She's around Smoke and Stack's age

She's very quiet and reserved but she is actually very engaging once you get to know her

Can get stressed easily but she doesn't show it. She'd be internally screaming on the inside

She mainly spends her time working as a sharecropper and she has a habit of overworking herself a lot only to stop to catch breaks or go to church and after all that she'd go straight back to work

With Sammie she's very supportive of his passion for music and encourages him to keep playing. She loves him lots since he's her baby brother and she's always looking out for him and always there to help him with anything. However, she mainly supports on the sidelines and a bit silent with her encouragement because she doesn't want their father to think she's putting any sort of influence or ideas into Sammie's head. Despite this, Esther genuinely holds high hopes for Sammie

With her father its a bit tense for her. When Esther was younger she actually had a great voice and dreamed of preforming at places but of course her father wasn't very supportive and its what kinda made her become doubtful of herself, then lose confidence in her voice then later give up on her dream and spend her youth away doing work. She's still very attentive to her father always showing up to church, listening to him and she doesn't outright rebel or is hostile to him but she is very desensitised to him now.

This is just a concept art of her outfit since I'm kinda struggling with it but you can just have this for now.

Esther also didn't really want to go to the Juke Joint at all and I hilariously like to imagine that Stack would of kept pestering her to come over and then Sammie starts to plead her to come.

Esther ends up going but only so she could keep an eye out for Sammie. She helps the others with setting up the whole Juke Joint and mainly stays in the kitchen with the other ladies

Another Hilarious moment I like to think is that when the vampires pull up and shit goes down, Esther would of turned to Sammie and be like "I told you I didn't wanna go to this fuckass party"

And yeah I kinda ship these guys but it ain't that serious because its going to be VERY chaotic. Especially when Sammie is Esther's little brother and she's finding out that some white vampire wanna take him 😭👏

[waitingandwishing]

since prom season is here, i was wondering if you could write romantic headcannons for the SBG kids with f reader at prom?how they ask, what they wear, and generally what they do and how they have fun at prom

ooh yes!!

-> context: Prom, prom, prom

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: none?

ASHLYNN:

Oh my lord did this girl overthink things. She spent days thinking about it before eventually asking, "Would you go to prom with me?" Fortunately, you said yes, and her parents were so excited when they found out you were her date to prom!

Honestly, she's pretty nervous. She didn't really think this far since she was so sure you would say no, so she had no idea what she was doing. Thankfully, you didn't know either.

For Ashlynn's outfit, she wore her hair up in a high pony tail and wore a suit. (Like that one art that Red posted I believe!)

She's not really a big dancing person, especially with the loud speakers and stuff like that, but if you asked her too she'd do it for you. She's actually really light on her feet (Obviously because she did ballet) and you too had a great time together! "Thanks for... Doing this with me."

AIDEN:

This one’s not subtle. He goes big. Tbh, I'm just imagining Aiden show up at your house with a loud speaker playing that one song that goes, 'What is LOOOVE baby don't hurt me' or something like that with a huge sign with puns like “Out of All the Fish in the Sea… Will You Go to Prom With Me?” or “I Know This is Cheesy, But I’d Relish Going to Prom With You!”

Even though he seems pretty excited, that's mostly because he's nervous. You're just so charming and stunning, what if he passes out?!

He probably wears a suit, much to his dismay. His tie is loose, his hair is messy, but he still looks much more put together then usual. You're not used to seeing him clean up well so it's a surprise.

I swear he's everywhere at once. His energy is slightly overwhelming, but never boring. He drags you onto the dance floor IMMEDIATELY and even afterwards he WILL try to dance with you every 10 minutes. But you two enjoyed every minute of it because what was better then spending time with someone you love? "This is better then I imagined it to be, y'know?" (Platonically or romantically)

LOGAN:

He overprepared. Runs through a whole script in their head and still forgets half of it when the moment comes. But he did give you an adorable bouquet of flowers from his grandparents, “I-I made this… it’s okay if you say no, I just thought maybe… You would go to prom with me?" It was awkward, but so genuine that it was impossible not to smile and say no (Not like you were planning to anyways).

Obviously he was nervous, who wouldn't have been? He wasn't sure why you said yes or why he even asked you in the first place! Well, he knew why. You were kind, breathtaking, and so amazing it was hard to NOT ask you!

He wore a classic suit that’s just slightly too big since it was his grandfathers from when he was younger (That surpisingly fit him). His hair was fussed with too much, then immediately messed up by nerve but you loved it.

He started the night super stiff and unsure of what to do. Kind of hugs the wall or hovers near the snacks. He's also very sweet and respectful and nervously offers his hand for slow dances. "I'm really glad you came with me.”

TAYLOR:

She didn't need a huge stunt, she just wanted to make you feel special. Probably does something simple but meaningful like bringing flowers and a handmade sign with an inside joke.

She likes you a lot. You're honestly the best friend (Maybe???) she ever had and she had been looking forward to asking you out for prom. She doesn't exactly know what she's doing but she wants to make sure you're having a good time with her as much as she will with you!

Probably wore a flowy dress, something that feels easy and bright. Her hair was probably soft and styled up in a low bun. She looked so effortlessly cute and sort of 'spring-themed'.

Greeted you with a hug and a compliment. On the dance floor, she knew all the lyrics and danced kind of clumsily (But you loved it anyways) with zero shame because why would she be ashamed when she was having a great time with you?

At some point, you caught her staring at you with a small smile while holding your hand. “This is a good night.”

TYLER:

Absolutely NOT the kind to plan a big promposal. They’d rather be set on fire. But it's you. And you're the best. So he'll try plan something (With Taylor's help of course). Of course, he got embarrassed halfway through and abandoned the fancy stuff and just handed you the gift instead.

He's trying to be chill but is definitely dying inside. He's definitely brushing off his emotions though since he doesn't know exactly what to do.

His suit is pretty minimalist, it was his dads (Bittersweet, I know), and he didn't know how his family or you were going to react. His mom almost cried but smiled and told him he looked just like his dad, his sister teased him all night. He says he's not dressing up for anyone but then proceeds to look amazing.

He pretends that his doesn't care about prom but he show up. On time. Looking great. On the dance floor, he makes comments about how stupid the slow dance is but will sway along with you during prom with a small smile on his face when you look away (He's whipped).

BEN

He's actually such a chill guy I'm not even joking bro. He'd give you a small music box, sheet music, or a handmade card that says something like: “I can’t say it out loud… But will you go to prom with me?” (Yes Aiden pushed him to ask you out) or play a song on the guitar beforehand (And yes Tyler had to teach him)

Probably would wear a classy suit of course but would match whatever color your wearing as well. There's a sort of soft elegance that Ben has whenever you see him.

Prom is a sensory experience for him. He feels it deeply. The music vibrating through his chest, lights pulsing like a heartbeat, people laughing and dancing.

He'll tap you on the shoulder and point at the dancefloor. You'll gladly dance with him, and sway with him. Your practically glowing in his eyes, laughing and smiling and looking at him. Your here for him.

(A/n: I really liked doing this one for some reason lol)

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Mr. Barnes Pt.2

Bucky Barnes x reader [pt.1]

The new guy at Sam's meetings is still a hot topic among the library staff, Mister Barnes finally gets a first name.

1.3k A short one this time but this was the best place to divide the story into chapters

Single dad Bucky, librarian reader, Sam still has his counceling job. Imagine John didn't absolutely fuck up and is currently being a decent Cap somewhere in the background.

You felt relieved when the day was over and you could free yourself from the endless begging. Sadly it didn't stop once you stepped back into the building the next day.

"Come on, pleeeasee!" Your coworker had her upper body hanging across the table as she pleaded with you to talk about what you heard during the meeting. Not that you were going to share. Why would you? It wasn't even planned that you caught someone speaking when you brought the food over, which was already an exception. Everyone knew the rules that were set in place during the meetings due to privacy reasons.

The whole ordeal lasted a week, all the way up to the next meeting when, as usual, all the staff was huddled and 'working' in the main area to catch a glimpse of the Sergeant walking in.

Except he never showed.

Sam had come in to start setting up, but his friend was not with him. Neither was he among the veterans that came trickling in, enjoying a fresh cup of coffee or just chat among each other before the meeting. Ten minutes after the start of it all your coworkers had disappeared back to actually doing work seeing their eyecandy wasn’t showing up today.

After the meeting ended Sam passed by to say hi and went on his way like he alwayd did, but with the object of everyone's obsession not being around, no one was near the front desk to say hi back besides you, who had taken the spot because no one else wanted to.

Of course they didn't. There was no pretty ex-soldier to drool over for all but ten seconds, so they all rather busy themselves elsewhere.

It wasn't until three weeks later that he showed up again and the whole place was in shambles over it.

It was also the first time Sergeant Barnes truly acknowledged the gaggle of women obsessively staring at him.

A look in their direction and a soft smile was all it took to have them stumbling over words, dropping books and tripping over air in his presence.

Truly, it was hilarious to see grown women turn into mush from one simple smile, but you weren’t immune to it either. The words you were so profesionally typing into the outgoing email had turned into gibberish when your eyes fell on the handsome Sergeant and his magazine cover worthy smile.

"Buck,” Sam fell into step beside him. “please do me a favor and keep the usual charm hidden. Don't give them ideas." He put a hand on his friend's shoulder when the meeting had ended and they found themselves in the main area once again. "Don't get me wrong, it's good to see you're out of the house and interacting with people. I just don't want them stalking you even more than they already do."

"They're stalking me? I think I would have noticed.." Bucky shrugged at his friend's advice as he hung his bike helmet over his forearm, giving his friend a sceptical look.

"Oh believe me.” Sam raised his brows and nodded toward the women now suddenly very busy in their respective corners. “They spent the last three weeks glued to the entrance waiting for your leather clad ass to show up and later on whining to me about where you were, like they were concerned for you instead of just missing their eye candy." He made his point clear by giving Bucky a once-over, looking him up and down.

"Really? I'm home taking care of Maxie and the librarians are asking for me?” To say Bucky was confused would have been an understatement. “They know why I'm coming to these meetings, right? I mean, they'd probably run off the second they hear me talk in there."

Sam and Bucky shared some laughs before making their way out of the building. This time Bucky listened to his friend and only nodded kindly at the women who waved them off as Sam bid them a good day with grand gestures.

You were crouched behind the front desk when the bell above you chimed, announcing a person needing your assistance stood on the other end. With a groan you made your way back up slowly and were met with the bluest eyes once you made it back to a standing position.

"Oh.” Shit. “H.. hi Sergeant. What can I help you with?" Lords, that was a dumb question to ask. He had a book laying on the counter, ready to be checked out.

A copy of The Hobbit sat before you, mocking you.

"The Hobbit, huh." You quickly mutter to distract from your previous question. "You like fantasy novels?" God that was stupid, of course he did. He’s checking out The Hobbit, for christ’s sake.

A soft hum and a nod was all you got as answer while he was busy fishing his card from a worn leather wallet attached to his belt loop by a silver chain. The wallet was a simple one, nothing fancy or fashion-forward. It was purely practical, probably because of his soldier background he felt that functionality was mkre important than looks.

"Here." Sergeant ...James, according to his library card, sighed quietly at the sight of the piece of plastic.

"Thank you, James." You tried to stay professional with the handsome soldier before you, taking the card from him and holding it to the reader. It beeped as the screen displayed his account, having you furrow your brows in confusion.

"Huh, that's strange.." Mumbling mostly to yourself as you are interrupted by James asking what was wrong, watching you with brows raised in wonder.

"I guess it must be an error. The system has your age set as one hundred and seven." The little huffed laugh at the end did nothing to mask the awkwardness, but luckily James shrugged it off.

"Oh yeah, ignore that.” His eyes didn’t meet yours as he spoke, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his glove. Shit, the gloves. She probably found them weird as hell. ‘Who wears gloves in summer, Buck? No one.’ “The lady who put in my account messed up so it's like that now." He hated it. He hated that when he got all his new cards they had his actual date of birth on it. He hated having to come up with lies to make it all sound normal. Luckily he was used to making up excuses about it by now, so he wouldn’t have to tell the pretty, kind librarian that he was in fact a world war two veteran slash ex-assassin.

“wait,” After a beat of silence you spoke up, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth as you looked at James’ eyes that were still avoiding yours like the plague. "I am technically allowed to give you senior benefits now.” Bucky’s eyes caught yours at that. Senior discount? No one else had ever mentioned that before. Then again, he never really went anywhere that required cards and accounts. So he listened to what the offer included.

“You know, longer borrowing times, extra email reminders.." You gave him a look, not believing he was convinced yet. "Free coffee whenever you're in here. Even outside of the meeting days." James nodded with raised brows, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Can't say no to free coffee." Bucky liked his coffee, more than he’d ever admit. And to be fair, the extra borrowing time would come in handy as well if he’d ever plan to read a novel to Maxie when she insisted on reading way too difficult books on her own. Maybe he’d read the Hobbit to her, share that first time reading experience with her.

"Well then, Mister Barnes.” You placed his card on the book and scooted it towards him. “You're all set, and enjoy your reading." Without thinking you gave him your best customer service smile, kicking yourself mentally once you noticed. You hoped he hadn't.

Bucky watched your little head tilt, squinting and smiling that practiced smile. Paired with that little tone shift in your voice it was clear you slipped back into friendly librarian mode.

It was cute, but he’d never admit that out loud. No, no way in hell he’d embarrass himself like that.

[maidragoste]

A part 2 to Worry? Maybe one where the reader and Frank take the boys on beach vacation after he is clean and sober form rehab and became an attending in the ED. The reader could also tell Frank she is pregnant with a baby girl…

Hi Anon, thank you so much for your request!. I'm so happy that someone is interested in Frank and this reader. I hope you like it, even if it's shorter than the first part.

As I always say, please don't hesitate to like, comment, and reblog. The interactions always motivate me to keep writing 🥰🥰💖💖

If you have any ideas, questions or headcanons you want to share, my inbox is always open 🤗💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you have a good reading!

You were sitting under the umbrella, watching with a smile as Frank played with the boys, pretending to be a sea monster while they splashed water at him, trying to scare him away. Minutes earlier, you were also playing with them until you started feeling dizzy while picking up Luke, your youngest son, so you decided to take a break.

Your eyes met your husband's blue ones. You knew he was worried about you, so much so that he almost canceled the beach trip, but you insisted that you were feeling fine because you didn't want to miss this day. You had planned it after Frank had completed another month clean, besides the kids were too excited and you didn't want to miss the opportunity to go to the beach, with Frank's job who knows when you'd have time to do it again? So this morning, you did your best to calm your nausea and tiredness. Carrying baby number three is really tiring you out. You still haven't told your husband about your pregnancy so he thinks you're just going to contrast the same thing Tanner had a week ago when he got infected by one of his schoolmates.

Frank must have seen something on your face because it's not even a minute before he calls the boys seriously and speaks to them briefly. You assume he's telling them not to get too carried away and to stay where you two can see them, before starting to trot over to you. He sits down next to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, hugging you. You can't help but smile when his hand rests on your belly. Maybe he subconsciously knows? Or does he know but is waiting for you to tell him yourself?

"I'm fine," you assure him, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“Are you sure? Your face is lacking color, and you're still tired,” your husband insists, worried. “We can go back to the beach another time. Your health is more important to me. We can stop by the hospital for a quick checkup.”

You decided to nip your husband's concern in the bud. You didn't want him to start running through the worst-case scenarios. Today was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day.

“Frank,” you placed your hand over the one he had on your belly. “It's nothing serious, baby three is just making me tired.”

Your husband's eyes widened in surprise, and a moment later, a big smile appeared on his face before he launched into your kiss. You could feel in his kiss all the infinite love he had for you and the family you were forming. You felt happy.

"Fuck, I love you," Frank said, breaking away from your lips and resting his forehead against yours. "I love you. I'm so lucky to have you and the boys, and now you're going to make me a father again. Thank you for giving me everything. Thank you for choosing me." As he continued, both his eyes and yours glazed over with emotion.

"I'll always choose you," you gave him a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you more," he declared, caressing your belly. "I hope it's a girl this time," he admitted, imagining a mini you following him everywhere.

“I can already see you having tea parties with her,” you smiled at the image of a little girl with your husband’s blue eyes asking for a tea party.

“I can’t wait,” he kissed your forehead, and hearing the children’s laughter, his eyes returned to the sea. “Do you think they’ll accept the idea of ​​being older siblings?”

“Let’s hope so.”

[thezombieprostitute]

Control

Summary: A big case puts Andy's life on the line.

Warnings: Guns, Mild violence, Talk of killing. Please let me know if I missed any.

Word Count: ~1.6k

A/N: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mafia AU Bingo. Prompts are: "Casually flashing a gun" and "Having a hit put out on you".

A/N2: Reader has no physical descriptors.

Andy was in a tough spot. A prominent member of the O'Donnovan family was on trial and, as Assistant DA, Andy was expected to play a big role for the Prosecution. Unfortunately that also meant increased security. The O'Donnovans were not going to make this easy for him and his team and were rumored to have put out a hit on him.

At least it was only him that was in danger and not his family; Laurie got Jacob in the divorce and left for Colorado. It was also a smaller space; he'd sold the house and found himself a simple apartment close to the office. In less than a year he'd gone from, what he thought was a happy family life, a loving home, to ordering takeout almost every night. Maybe he should look into those pre-made meal subscriptions YouTubers were always sponsored by.

His security detail walked him to his apartment building and left when he got inside, as per usual. His building was considered secure for several reasons. Security cameras at the entrances, walking (or running) distance to a police station. Building doors that required codes, not keys.

So imagine his surprise when he walks into his apartment and sees you on his couch, jacket open, casually showing off that you're armed.

"Have a seat, Andrew," you smile and gesture to his recliner.

"Are you planning on killing me?"

"Not at all," you shake your head. "In fact, I was hired to protect you."

Andy snorts, trying to hide his emotions, and enters the apartment. He locks the door behind him and hangs up his jacket, trying to appear casual. "And who are you?"

"Do you remember Father O'Leary?" Andy nods. Last time his life had been in danger, Father O'Leary appeared talking about favors owed to Billy, Andy's father. "I'm his protege," you inform him. "My methods are a little different, but they're effective."

"Is this really necessary?" Andy angrily sighs. "I've got protection."

"And yet, I managed to break in here without anyone noticing," you counter. "The MacAuley's have a vested interest in keeping you safe."

"The O'Donnovan's losing a lieutenant used to not mean so much," Andy muses, giving you a look. If he can get information from you, he might be able to use it to strengthen his case.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss matters," you smile, shutting him down.

"This is stupid," Andy asserts, his voice rising and his jaw tensing. "I don't need a babysitter!"

"I'm not so sure," you chuckle. "Tell me, when's the last time you had a home-cooked meal? How about the last time you got yourself some new clothes? You're at least taking care of your hygiene, but that's all because of work, isn't it?" Your smirk grows as you see the vein in his neck, the white of his knuckles as he grips the arms of his chair.

"You see, Andrew, I do homework on those under my protection so I can get a better idea as to the stupid things they might try that'll get them killed. You have the annoying habit of being a workaholic. You end up needing to order out and that opens you up to danger in more than a few ways. You're only ever at work or at home so you've got the same routine every day, making you easy to find, easy for a sniper to predict where you'll be and line up a shot."

"So you're saying I need a wife and a life?" Andy grunts.

Your face scrunches into a pained expression. "If that's your thinking it's no wonder Laurie left you."

Andy quickly stands up out of his recliner and yells, "don't you dare bring her into this! She broke my heart and you don't get to pin that on me!" You raise an eyebrow, unafraid at his outburst, and he feels the steam behind his anger dissipate into confusion. "I'm allowed to live my life however the hell I want. If it gets me killed, so be it. I've got nothing to lose. I'll be dead, but I'll still be my own man."

You let out some of the laughter you've been holding onto. "Oh, Sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

He wants to lash out, yell more, but he sees your gun, still in the open, and opts to sit back down, his face red with rage.

"Good boy," you coo, making him wince. "Now, if you really, truly think you need a wife to keep you fed and cared for, I can't imagine the pressure you were putting on Laurie. Seriously, have you ever been able to take care of yourself?" He starts to say something but you cut him off. "Of course not, what am I thinking. First you had your mother making all of your meals, cleaning all of your clothes. Then you met Laurie and got her knocked up, making it easier for you to convince her into marrying you and caring for both you and Jacob."

"Why are you doing this?" he rasps.

"To make conversation, help you make changes that will keep you safe and, of course, to show you I'm the one in control."

"If I don't accept?"

"You don't have a choice on the matter," you smile. "I've taken the liberty of stocking your kitchen with stuff even you can cook. No more ordering out. Your security team will be getting orders to start taking you different routes to and from the office. Do not get into your car until you get an all-clear from me or them."

"It sounds like I'm a prisoner," he grumbles.

"You are. There's a number of people out there eager to kill you for a good payday. You have no say in this situation."

"I hate losing control," he grumbles.

"You're not losing control so much as you're giving it up," you counter. "Similar to how, whenever you step on a plane, you're giving up control of your safety over to the pilot."

"But that's me choosing to do so."

"Then think of it like being trapped in a burning building," you shrug. "A firefighter shows up, you give them control over your actions by listening to their orders and directions. Or would you jump out a window just so you can hold onto your illusion of control?"

"I'm not that obstinate," he gripes.

"No, but your damn close. So scared that 'losing control' will turn you into Billy that you keep every aspect of yourself on lockdown."

Andy looks away, his anger turning to shame.

"You probably grew up using TV shows as your model for what a good person should be, but that didn't play out so well in real life, did it? You went into a career where there are clearly expressed expectations for behavior, where the rules are all that matter and the consequences clearly stated."

He grips the arms of his recliner again.

"To be fair, it works for you. You're a damn good lawyer, otherwise the MacAuleys wouldn't care if you were killed or not. Hell, if it were Loguidice, they might actually make it easier for the hit to happen."

Andy snorts, caught off guard by the compliments, before fixing his facial expression. "What do you know of it?" he weakly protests.

"As I said, Andrew, I do my homework."

He sighs in defeat. "So how is this going to work?"

Your smile grows and you get off the couch, heading towards the kitchen. "For tonight, I've got some dinner prepared for you. Wasn't sure how long this would take, so I figured it would be good to have food ready to go into the oven. During the day, you'll be with your security team or at the office. I'll be watching you and your place during the nights. And if you're a good boy, I'll also teach you how to cook for yourself so you don't have to rely on frozen pizzas and delivery."

As you walk past, Andy tries to grab you but you're too quick for him. You take his hand, pull him out of his chair, and twist his arm behind him, forcing him onto his knees. You lean in close and whisper in his ear, "trust me, Andrew. It'll be better for everyone if you just behave for me."

Letting go of his arm, you push him forward onto his face.

"You need me alive and unharmed," he growls as he starts picking himself up off the floor.

You walk back in front of him and grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you. "I've told you what can happen for you if you're a good boy and behave. I suppose I should warn you of what'll happen should you choose to be a baby who acts out."

Your hand never leaves his chin as you guide him back into the recliner. When he's sat down, you put your hands on the arms of the recliner, essentially pinning him in place.

"If you decide to throw a tantrum, to not obey the rules that are keeping you alive, you're going to get some lessons on the differences between losing control, giving up control, and having control stripped from you. Do you understand?"

You can see the struggle in his eyes, the temptation to act out. You give him nothing and it's throwing him off.

"Fine," he snarls.

You smile and pat his cheek. "Good boy."

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[archaeren]

Hold up, you have to delve deeper on the part of Kisa being an only child. Because then where does Tsuki fit in all of this.

I genuinely believe that Tsuki turned into the white furry animal with the moon symbol.

WHEW, I wish it was possible to give a short answer to this question, but it’s… not. I spent all afternoon cobbling together this messy theory essay for you. I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts on it!

Kisa route spoilers, Fumi route spoilers, bonus content spoilers, basically spoilers all over the place. Read at your own risk.

Okay so first of all, let’s take a look at their names.

Tachibana Kisa: 立花 希佐

Tachibana Tsuki: 立花 継希

The kanji for Tsuki meaning moon, which would be pretty normal to use for a name, is 月.

But as you can see, Tsuki’s name doesn’t use this. It actually uses a kinda weird combo of kanji used to make his name. And the second kanji in it, 希, is one that is also in Kisa’s name.

Now, it’s not like it’s unheard of to have siblings with matching names, it’s definitely possible their parents just chose names that would be cute together. But interestingly, there are actually a couple variations on ‘Kisa’ that do use the kanji for moon, such as 月彩 and 綺月. So if that were all it was, it would have been pretty easy to do, I imagine. But there’s also another possibility, which we’ll get into in a moment!

The game often translates references to Kisa’s name that use this word as ‘rare’, probably in reference to her rare talent or something. But this kanji can also be translated to mean ‘a wish, a hope/desire for something to happen’.

The first kanji in Tsuki’s name is 継 which can be translated to mean ‘succession/inheritance/continuation’. With those two kanji, we could infer that Tsuki’s name can be read as, ‘hope for an heir/successor’. This kanji can also be translated to mean ‘a connection/bond, to join or link together’ which is another thing I’ll come back to later.

The Tamasaka Troupe theatre legacy begins with Chuza Tsukihiko, the ancestor of Univeil’s current principal, Chuza Shuri. This is the deified figure to whom Himehiko Shrine is dedicated. I won’t get into it too much, but if you’ve played the Kisa route then you know there’s an ongoing power struggle over who will next inherit the Himehiko name and the Tamasaka power and legacy. Etc etc. So we know where this idea of ‘succession’ or ‘heir’ might be coming in.

In the beginning of the 'Moon Signpost' novel, a young Kisa (roughly 6 years old) is devastated after the death of her mother. She doesn’t eat or sleep and is basically catatonic from severe depression. The thing that finally draws her out of her unresponsive state is a strange experience with a mysterious woman who attempts to cheer her up—but this woman is actually her brother, Tsuki. (Or is it?)

You can read a translated copy of the novel’s first chapter here.

In case you didn’t click, I’ll pluck out a few relevant lines from those first few paragraphs, and you can judge for yourself. (The “boy” in the context of these quotes is Kisa, she’s playacting as a boy for parts of the scene.)

The voice was sudden. Within the darkness of her closed eyes, a faint white light rose forth. It was in the shape of a woman she found familiar somehow.

Something else was weird. With her eyes closed, the hazy pure-white ring of light suddenly took a clear shape in front of her. "Good evening." This person was a beautiful smiling woman-- but not really. It was actually someone Kisa had known ever since she was born, her older brother of four years, Tsuki Tachibana. Her brother looked at her with a face she had never seen before. It was as if somehow the moonlight that crept in through the window had bathed his back in light, surrounding him in a delicate circle. Who is this person? Kisa wondered. Who am I? Maybe, maybe I'm not Kisa and he isn't Tsuki? But then, who are we? No wait, the answer was there from the beginning.

The woman beamed a smile, sang a song joyfully, took his hand and danced. The boy had seen this before. Just like.... Mom. The woman was just like her. The voice, mannerisms, everything. Like the boy's mother -- like Kisa's mother. No, it was just an imitation. Ever since her mother died, Kisa's heart had closed.

"Let's sing and dance together every day. I will be here for you." The woman smiled. Tsuki smiled. Even though Tsuki faced that same bitterness, sadness, loneliness. "In exchange for your mom who went to the moon, I will become a mom for you.”

The scene can be read in a couple different ways. It could be Tsuki is playing pretend at being their mother to cheer Kisa up, which I think is the intended surface reading.

It also could be that a spirit (in this case Tsukihiko) took on the form of Kisa’s mother to take her place (in the quest to raise Kisa to eventually become a suitable heir to the Himehiko name), but Kisa’s mind rejected the attempt as she could tell it was an imitation, and identified the spirit as her brother instead.

Kisa, canonically, can see and be possessed by ghosts, as evidenced by several events in the test of courage sequence in the game, but especially Kai’s variation. It’s possible that this is why she was not fooled by Tsukihiko’s attempt to act as her mother, if indeed that’s what was happening here.

(Editing to add: It's also possible that Tsukihiko has been guiding Kisa for several years at this point, and didn't realize that her ghost-seeing powers enabled her to actually see him prior to this and internalize him years ago as her 'brother'. ) (And in regards to Tsuki also facing 'that same bitterness, sadness, loneliness'... quick reminder here that Chui tells us in the Kisa route that Tsukihiko died from heartbreak.)

The figure left standing there was unmistakably her brother. It was late at night in an empty shrine where they had set their scene on the slide in the sandbox. The two of them stood on top of it, the place closest to the moon.

Interesting to note that this occurred on sacred ground—at a shrine. The same shrine that we know Kisa, Sou, and Tsuki will later always play pretend at, where Kisa discovers her love of acting. And Univeil itself is also on or very near sacred ground, because of its proximity to the sacred mountain, Mount Oodate. Because of this, as far as we know, it’s possible that Tsuki has never appeared anywhere that wasn’t sacred ground, or very close to it.

On the topic of Mount Oodate, Kai states that weasels like Tummy/Onaka are sacred animals who serve the mountain’s god. Pretty normal for high power spirits/deities to have smaller, weaker spirits serving them, and these smaller spirits frequently take on animal forms in Japanese folklore, so that all checks out. Also worth noting that the god of Himehiko Shrine (Himehiko aka Tsukihiko) and the god of Mount Oodate are not the same—as established by one of the townspeople in the game, the mountain god is much older and more powerful. Still, I think it’s not a stretch to think that the mountain’s sacred animals could be working with or have some other connection to the Himehiko Shrine god.

In the Sui Ishida art exhibition booklet, there’s an image of first year Tsuki and an accompanying scene (possibly cut from the game) that talks about him dancing a kagura dance. The story of the song is about Himehiko (presumably Tsukihiko?) calming the mountain god with a dance. (This might be related to the Himehiko curse in some way, but I don’t have the energy/resources to investigate that angle atm tbh) So we know there’s a connection here between Tsuki, Himehiko/Tsukihiko, and the god of Mount Oodate.

Kagura dance, by the way, is a type of sacred, ceremonial Shinto dance intended to appease and entertain the gods. So there’s a bit of a meta thing going on here: Tsuki, who might be Tsukihiko, is dancing a kagura dance depicting a Himehiko, who might also be Tsukihiko, dancing a kagura dance.

There are so few Tsuki scenes in the game (let alone ones with CGs!) that one has to assume this scene would have been intended to have some significance. Presumably, Tsuki is dancing for the mountain god here (though I suppose it would be funny if he were dancing for Himehiko!!) If so, what’s the significance of this scene? Maybe a reminder to the mountain god of Tsukihiko’s past loyalty? A request for divine aid in achieving his current goal to find a successor? If so, then Tummy’s presence would indicate the mountain god acquiesced…!

I don’t have them on hand, but there’s also a number of lines about Tsuki throughout the game that suggest something strange is going on. Fumi says that Tsuki never mentioned that he had a sister, and the conclusion that he draws from that is that maybe Tsuki believed that Kisa would attend Univeil herself and wouldn’t want to cause difficulty for her to do so by mentioning her (girl) existence. But honestly that’s a bit of an insane conclusion to draw. Why would Tsuki have ever assumed there was a possibility that Kisa would come to Univeil, and therefore he should keep his mouth shut? As far as we know, he didn’t talk to Kisa about the possibility or encourage her to try. So where would that assumption have come from?

There are also a few other things mentioned—Tsuki identifies Kai’s talent long before Neji does, and expresses to Fumi that he might be a good Jack Ace. Tsuki is described as having a strong affinity for animals, who tend to trust him. He’s also described as hanging back from social interaction and just watching his classmates with amusement instead of getting involved. When he’s on stage, he seems to prioritize having fun and making sure everyone else on stage with him is having fun too. All of these things could indicate he’s just a really cool senpai who’s super gifted at theatre… or that he’s the physical manifestation of a playful theatre god. It makes at least as much sense as the 'turned into a weasel' theory, imo!

Chuza Shuri also says (I believe this is in the Kisa route) that he felt like he was being pulled by a supernatural force to the shrine that led him to discover Kisa. It’s a quick, offhand line, but it’s not likely to be the kind of line you’d put in if it didn’t mean something. Tummy went to get Kisa, the spirit of Tsukihiko went to get his descendant, and the two of them met “by chance” at that shrine. Hmmm…!!

Okay, back to six-year-old Kisa for a moment.

"You are not 'my' mother." Kisa smiled as she spoke. "You are Tsuki Tachibana. My big brother."

How many times had her brother's name passed her lips, she wondered. "Tsuki, if I lost even you too, it would be horrible." Kisa gripped her brother's hands firmly. They were bigger than hers, but his small palms were far from the size of an adult's. She squeezed even tighter, to keep this from disappearing. As if melted away by the heat, the woman who danced so beautifully holding hands with the boy began to vanish.

Kisa is the one who says this person’s name is Tsuki, identifying him as someone with a name eerily similar to ‘Tsukihiko’. It’s interesting that Kisa also wonders ‘how many times her brother’s name has passed her lips’—why point that out specifically? Perhaps because this is actually the first time?

Names are of vital significance in the folklore of cultures all over the world, and Japan is not an exception. To manifest itself, we might assume that this spirit borrowed a kanji from Kisa’s name, 希, and combined it with the kanji for a bond, 継— creating 継希, the ‘wish for an heir’, pronounced ‘Tsuki’. Thus the spirit of Tsukihiko takes on human form (an akitsumikami, ���神, the physical incarnation of a god) and becomes Tsuki Tachibana—the brother that Kisa now believes she has had all her life.

In conclusion, though neither she nor anybody else knows it anymore… Kisa Tachibana is an only child.

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Bruce is a halfa. He became one before Dick came into the picture and hides the fact very well, surprisingly. (well, from anyone who isn't Alfred.) He researched extensively about ghosts and talked to every magic user about them to the point they got extremely suspicious that he has a ghost issue. Paired with the fact that some of them get ghost vibes from him, a lot of magic users suspect that he's been possessed (even though they've tried exorcising him multiple times and it didn't do anything.)

When Dani finally ran into Bruce, she'd gotten a hang of spotting disguised ghosts and halfas and started making a game of trying to figure out their obsession. Halfas' were harder to figure out since they didn't have the luxury of focusing solely on their obsessions. At first she thought it could be darkness or bats considering how he seemed to stick to the shadows and he had a thing about naming all his stuff bat-something. Then, she considered maybe his obsession was ghosts after learning that he'd gathered all the information he could on ghosts. She tested if his obsession was tech or information. While she was very nearly convinced that his obsession was information it didn't seem quite right.

Then, she saw him interacting with his family and it clicked. "By the Ancients, your obsession is family."

[mennany]

I did a thing

(Please tell me the fonts are readable. I spent probably 24~ hours on them just so I could use them in my art.)

Original by VioletMadness7 on Twitter/X!

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."