#“Hold up that’s like actually really smart”

[billysgirllol]

“yeah, i understand it,” already getting it right away— children are a lot more scattered with their attention span than older children or adults are, “you was just a little darlin’ at the time, that had a lot of things on your mind.” lucy gray figures, smiling sweetly. there’s lots of things that keep a child so bubbly and anxious. “that’s real sweet of you to say… i was singin’ a tune.” she confirms, nodding her head. “right, you just wanted the best for them,” the brunette is nodding again, letting him know she’s listening while she’s slicing her veggies. “i have to side with you though and say that was a very thoughtful idea, how beatin’ him up was the right thing to do. that man deserved it.” usually, she wasn’t the one to condone violence but she’s smart enough to see when it’s actually needed; that certainly sounds like a time where it was needed. his poor mama. “that’s kind of you.” lucy gray compliments, glancing up from her carrots to gift him a sweet smile — genuinely trusting him on that, the admiration displaying in her eyes. can tell how that man his mother was with really bothered him, can also tell he doesn’t want to be anything like that which makes him officially the safest male she’s ever been around. “you’re right, it is because of that lake.” she softly laughs, “oh, well i’m glad you like it,” brows raise as he compliments the table then her words are followed by another laugh. “you got more talent than me at peelin’ and we’ve both been doing so since the same age . . . think it’s because your hand is bigger and stronger so you can keep a better grip on the knife. it’s really not fair.” amusement in her voice but a pout on her face, slicing hers completely opposite of him, taking the slowly chopping the carrot and potatoes into quarters by pressing the knife against the table rather than holding the vegetable in her hand route.

"that's exactly why i was thinkin' it'd be good to teach you." he already read her mind, she was thinking it could be useful when he sets out on his own. a shy smile spills over kind visage at being called sweet, of course she remembered. and of course each time he says another sweet thing, it flushes her in a warm sensation of love. fills that void and all the hurt that being talked down to by the preacher that has carved a hole in her chest with, a little at each time. "course i think so. poem's are beautiful. poem's are a lot like songs... and i do love writin' songs." speaking fondly, smiling affectionately. "well, for some reason i think that's cute," lucy gray laughs, the part about bossing his brother around because he wanted to take good care of him. "and at least you listened to your mother." so safe to say, she finds that cute too. putting a cute grin on her face because it's adorable he was stubborn but still so respectful to his mama. "i'm just playin' with you, billy. i don't think you would." a gentle expression softens her features as she peers up at him, after handing him his armful of vegetables. "you're a sweet potato." since they're holding potatoes, small laugh emitting.

hand reaches up to gently pat his cheek, he's so cute, he's gotta stop being that cute in personality and his eyes are too big and pure for her heart to handle. "it's best i do that, anyway. she really is picky with that. she might really try to bite you if you grab on her udders." the brunette laughs, but genuinely feels bad for shamus for being scarred by men. "i'm hungry." amusingly replying, scooping out an armful of carrots next before shutting the lid back. "alright, let's go." grabbing a pan, she leads them back out of the house and off the porch and climbs onto the picnic table's seat before dumping her vegetables on the table top and sitting the pan down. she's got a knife sitting in the middle, she goes ahead and grabs that and starts cutting.

[lostinlovingrevery]

how much of a lovesick gentleman do we think he really is when he’s found someone he sees himself with for a long period of time

(in my mind he’s like perfect but if we’re being fr because men are men unfortunately)

Oh I think he most def is going to be the most lovesick gentleman on earth. Hes not perfect. But we just love that about him don't we?

Lets see if I can really put my thoughts out about this! I wanna be realistic here, but I also really do think logan would be the biggest sweetheart

Logans rough around the edges

but that doesn't mean he can't love!

I mean if we want to look at his history, comic-wise, when hes in love hes devoted to them.

The one lady he married after WW2, he absolutely adored her and still loved her even decades and decades after her murder. (i seen comic pages where he had a shrine to her. older comics)

Obvs he did move on when he met Jean, of course that was more unrequited

and you got the occasional timelines with Storm! They're really cute

theres a page of her asking him if he would really tear the world apart for them to be together

take a wild guess on his answer

and then theres Kayla(gag) in origins! I mean, Logans a big sweetheart with her.

Anyhoo we aren't talking about logans other timeline lovers

I truly think logan is a lover boy

I think, depending on what his history looks like since hes' got a lot of different versions (i like to pick and chose when I write my fics lol)

he would probably be a little rough around the edges at first. not in a way where he's a dick to you. I think he would just be nervous

Hes been stuck in a cycle of violence for so long

im mixed between him being scared of stepping out of that cycle, out of fear of getting you hurt, but also him being so desperate to just love

like how he liked jean so much and so quickly in the trilogy movies.

god just talking about that makes me irritated

anyhoo

SO

I think

When Logans in love, he's still that sarcastic, anger-proned, alcoholic we all know and love. But I think he's the type to want to become better for you

he's not going to be fake but he's going to be softer around you. he wants to love you. make you happy. take care of you.

He's thinking about you all the time

so much so i think he'd get himself physically ill because he loves you so much. he just needs you :( <3

I think you'll be spared of his smart mouth (for the most part...). He won't cease it when talking to other people around you tho.

He's happier when youre around. holds his head a little taller

hes going to make perverted comments. hes going to look at your butt. hes going to squeeze your boobs. maybe even name them

hes a man in that sense

but i think hes old enough (lol) that he knows how to treat people.

people tend to act like logans super arrogant (hell i even think of him like that) but i actually think he's the most open to criticism and being wrong about things

i think he can be very wise

anyhoo, honestly I think once he gets over the complication of having feelings for you and the mortifying ordeal of being percievied, hes going to be the softest boy over you

sweet kisses just because

he'll bring you flowers, he'll write you love notes even, they may not be full of fancy love language, little things like hes misses you, loves you, in his own logan language

hes traditional in that sense. hes from the 1800s. he remembers the original ways to woo someone

I think acts of service is def one of his love languages.

get you groceries, fix the leaky pipes, fill your car up with gas, he doesn't think you should be lifting a finger

he'll tear the world apart for you

his feelings run far and deep- even if he makes it seem like that's not the case. its merely to protect himself

but believe me that barrier is gone when he finds you.

maybe it's me, im a sappy romantic (even tho i have no love life lol) but I think Logan would just adore you

hes the type to get on his knees and worship you straight UP

will defend you to the death. you could straight up being going insane and threatening to kill everyone and hes like "leave my girl alone :(" (X3 Logan im looking at you)

he'll keep pictures of you in his jacket and wallet

looks at you with those big puppy eyes UGH

BABY LOOK AT HIM

probably has told scott to shut the fuck up bc he teased him over how he turns into a lil puppy dog when you're in the room

hes going to be all about learning about you. your career/job, special interests, your quirks, your goddamn favorite soap

In the beginning, logan may try to be mr.cool guy but only bc he doesn't want to scare you off.

he likes the small touches between you both. brush of the hands, holding pinkies, playing footsie under the table

when you're alone though it is required that you are in his lap

an absolute rule

hes gonna get pissy over it

he will respect you in any way, with any boundaries I truly believe this honestly

i think if logans got a good feeling, ain't nothing going to bother him when it comes to you other than the fact that if you're not together he can't show his love for you

no relationship is perfect. You and Logan will argue, misunderstandings, such and such

but once again with logans age and experience, it makes him a very mature partner

he knows the little things aren't worth sweating, and hes smart to know when to really sit down and talk things over

i think different variant logans (which in some ways are just different stages of his life) would form different relationships based on their experience./lifestage but all of them are love boys once you get over the tough parts

just for example bc i love him, I think trilogy Logan would be so in love with you, but I think with not remembering his past at first, he may struggle to pursuing anything serious

its not that he doesn't want to, and hes not going out and flirting with other girls. its that maybe he thinks you deserve to have someone steady, someones who knows who he is, someone whos built a foundation for themselves

he prob thinks pretty low of himself. he gets cranky and sarcastic. he was cage fighting to get by. hes lonely. he probably sees you as someone amazing and hes...well, him.

but if you get over that hump, maybe when he gets his memories, or maybe you're just able to uplift him enough where he can see that you adore him for who he is, he'll be all over you'

I actually this would be fun to write about in deeper context so may make another post one day tweaking my thoughts on this but this is just what i'm thinking so far!!!

[silversodas]

Is Season 2 Set Up For Vox To Eat Shit?

I don’t know about you guys but it really seems like everything is set up for Vox to eat shit in Season 2

Like let’s take that weapons deal he was going to make with Carmine and was so sure he was going to land, that he advertised it before he even had anything set up with her

Yeeeeaaahhh I get the feeling she is not gonna wanna work with the Vees thanks to Velvette.

It doesn’t end there. Once Vox finds out Alastor is alive and is still living with Charlie and possibly Lucifer. He is most likely going to try and get in Charlie’s good graces.

Because while he is powerful, he seems to like people handing over power to him willingly (most likely another reason Alastor said no to his partner proposal). But hey in any case, that’s actually a really smart way to do things. Never take the money and run, make sure you can take the money and walk out.

Buuuuuttt thanks to Val that might be a problem

And she may not hold Vox responsible for what Val did to put himself on her black list but Vox is a major control freak. When he hears about Val pissing off the Princess of Hell, potentially landing their image in hot water he might have a come apart. Causing major friction between him and Val, perhaps even causing Val to lash out and brake his screen? And it being a rude wake up call to Vox that he doesn’t have as much control over Val as he thought he did.

[taelophone]

Surfer Boy! Luigi headcanons

trigger warnings ─ himbo . mentions of blood . fwb . nothing else I don’t think …

Surfer Boy! Luigi . playlist (spotify) . moodboard

You know when the weather starts to get warmer and the seagulls at your pastel-colored beach house begin to increase in volume, a certain man is gearing up to pop up inside your house at ungodly hours of the morning.

Squeej: how did he stumble upon your companionship?

When you first met Luigi, you probably found him outside wayyyyyy past twelve in the morning. He looked cold, his jaw was literally clattering, but he had the biggest grin on his face as he ran after the ride with his blue marbled surfboard.

You stopped him to ask if he was okay and if he’d like to come inside and settle down for a bit, as you had never seen him in your life. At first he refused, explaining through cold chatters that the tide was the highest it’s ever been and he was really having fun, but after pointing out that he had no shirt and would have to stay in his swim trunks until the morning if he didn’t at least get in his car— he decided coming inside wouldn’t be so bad.

You learned very quickly that he was from Maryland and liked to visit this particular beach because it was quiet and rather clean compared to other beaches. Plus, the coastal line featured some pretty big rocks, so it was kind of his favorite spot to come during the summer.

Keys: how did he become your “roommate”

Do not get it twisted this man is not paying rent. After around two summers of Luigi staying at your house during the summer, you gave him a spare key to use in case of emergencies as he loved staying out on the shore until long after dark. You were INCREDIBLY tired of him waking you up with a loud knock at your door.

He’d be standing there all cold and shivery, a little hermit crab in his comically large hand as he struggles to fit the board through the door a little. That’s when you told him then and there you’d have a key made for him so he didn’t have to wake you up every night.

And he uses that key for anything BUT emergencies my god���� if the tide is low or he’s sore from over surfing, he’s sprawled on your couch like he owns the place while twirling the keys around his pointer finger.

“OH—! My god, Luigi, where did you come from?” ”Oh good morning! Yeah the tide is way too low today so I’m just gonna wait until it picks back up again.”

Sometimes you threaten to take his keys whenever you catch him outside In the FREEZING COLD sitting on his board in the middle of the ocean lmfao

Surfers Salt: What’s he like?

Despite the fact that every time you talk to him it seems like he’s just saying random bullshit, he is extremely smart! When you walk the shore with him, he’ll point out the washed-up jellyfish and tell you exactly what kind it is and how to properly get it off of the coast.

He always smells like light sea salt and some sort of nautical conditioner, but he wears a light and “clean” scented cologne like Dolce and Gabana Light Blue. When the boardwalk gets too crowded, he’ll lead you around by your wrist or waist and you notice how calloused his hands are. They’re rough, glazed over with years of scraping wax on and off of his board, but somehow manage to feel like delicate little angel kisses when they hold onto yours.

Is so unseriously serious. Like is deadpan with all of his jokes, dry, sarcastic, corny, lame ass humor that occasionally gets interrupted by the most jaw dropping filthy double entendres and sex jokes you’ve ever heard in your life. He says them, then will gasp and look at YOU like YOU said it!

“So wait, when you ride your board, how do you keep-“ “You can ride my board.”

And suddenly he’s shouting ew and pointing at you in BROADDD DAYLIGHT.

But other than being a quiet menace, he actually brings you back something every time he goes surfing or visits the board walk by himself. He’s found you an actual pearl, several full seashells, a sand dollar, some lost insignificant jewelry, a couple hermit crabs, a baby turtle, and much much more.

At random times, he’ll suddenly talk in the most corny surfer accent and go “woah, GNARLY!” In your ear when you’re doing something. He thinks it’s so fucking funny

Relationship: What’s going on?

I feel like with Surfer Boy Luigi SPECIFICALLY, you’ve known him for a little bit. Like 4-5 years. After literally housing him for the summer, staying in contact the whole year to make sure his spot is still tendered for his arrival, you’ve grown relatively close.

How close is close? This close. After around a year or so, he’s randomly started laying on you after coming in from surfing. He’s literally SCORCHING, he’s laying ALL his body weight on you, and he’s talking about a cute little baby seagull he took a picture of on his disposable camera because he’s a sustainable man.

He DOESN’T WEAR SUNSCREEN, which is such a problem because when he sprawls around and accidentally lays on it, he bitches about the pain. Will only wear it if you put it on for him— he claims it’s because he “can’t reach” but it’s really because he doesn’t want to nor does he like the feeling of it lol. It’ll stay on if you do it tho!

Your relationship with Luigi is kind of ambiguous…? Transactional..? Idk I haven’t decided yet. BUT, I can say in full confidence that you’ve hooked up with him a couple of times. You still can’t even answer that. all you know is one day he came inside earlier than ever (like 4PM) panting and giggling, tossing himself on top of you like usual and SOMEHOW things escalated.

anyway, besides that, he has actually bought you a fair bit of jewelry! I did say he doesn’t pay rent, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried/doesn’t pull his weight around the crib lol. He gets you a lot of things and does a LOT of housework, you just never see him do it because he’s just extremely active at 3-4 in the morning.

Like you won’t see him do the dishes, but you’ll wake up to the dishwasher all unloaded and everything neatly put away with a little box of earrings on the coffee table with a little note.

“Waves. Got u this :) - Pep”

If he ever gets an injury, like scraping his knee or bloodying his nose, he’ll bolt through your front door whining like a child for you to help him. He’s PERFECTLY able to do it himself, he just doesn’t want to.

That’s it, you can stop reading now <3

Taglist ; @lorelaisg1lmore @flaca335 @7luvrs @fancyyanci @f4b111 @born444u @4ngelv4l

[midnight---hollow]

Im probably gonna go into more detail on this in the future but its been tisming in my mind and i cant draw rn cus im waiting for my new drawing tablet so imma just drop this know and maybe sketch some cute designs when i can

So ive been think of after nrc cus i saw abunch of cute fanart of azul and floyd (weirdly not much of jade) and i started thinking of what my interpretation of after nrc would be and here are my thoughts

This includes abunch if my own headcanons but i try to stay close to the actual game and my hcs are based off of ingame quotes and implications

Jade 100% is gonna be the twin to take over the family business. I think jade and floyd would have equal power but floyds not gonna help unless he feels like it leading jade to do most of the work. Im my version of the coral sea the leech family owns the largest territory in the deep sea area so most days would be doing daily care for it and bossing people. I do think he would work extremely close to azul but that will be talked apon in azuls bit

Floyd is floyd. He does what he wants and goes where he wants. He helps jade then he gets bored and annoys azul. He disappears for a week and hes traveled the world in that time span and learned how to do the cha cha slide. He is literally floyd he can do and be whatever he wants though usually thats around azul cus azul is azul

I love mafia aus with octivenelle they are so good so yummy i eat that shit up, but in trying to keep this more ingame logical based and not completely biased (its still heavily biased) i dont think after book 3 azul would make a mafia. There is a quiet but still present shift in how azul handles business before and after book 3. We literally see him tear his own contracts in glomas and while yes he is very stingy and smart and conniving, he is not like how he once was.

This might be silly but its my favorite idea and makes me giggle and kick me feet alot. I like the idea of azul just buying an island and making his own tourism town from the ground up. There is a mostro lounge x his moms restaurant collab there, a classic tourism dock, a club owned by the leech family, and those cool shop towns. I imagine there would be shady back deals (hed build it in the leech family’s territory) but i think the general idea of it is more genuine with a bonus of fish mafia black market if it should so be. Idk i like the idea of him making something that ties humanity (the thing he clings to since its probably still a bitch hard for him to truly be comfortable in his mer form) with his merside (something he loves but was ruined for him because of the bullying). Maybe its cheesy but i really like the idea of it

Like i said the island would be build in the leech territory. I dont think they are gonna split up, i dont think im being delusional because i hold them all close to heart no i think they are all oblivious liars, they can not fool me with the “well drop him so fast” shit if that was the case they would have dropped him when he overblotted or threw his tantrum or during his dream. The twins are not the type of people to give three chances to someone azul is just built different in their eyes and i think they would still stew and plan together cus you know azul cares for them and wants them to stay. You heard the “floyd jade! You came back to me” these are some of the only people to give him a chance and show him affection (even if they 100% made him worse) they are sticking together.

In my other post i mentioned how i think the leech family business would be about giving into your desires based on how the twins both act, i think they would run a casino and or club on the island. Its a way to siphon money in their pockets, pour unfortunate souls who just need a bit more money to azul (who would still do contracts obviously just not as crazily impossible to win against as before) and entertainment for them. I think a successful tourist island would kinda be like a flex on the other territories because not that many have proper human connections. Its a power boost and the start of potential more leech family properties in the future if it takes off well.

Bonus round is my oc veeyuu (im prob changing the name but it makes me laugh which is why i havent yet). They would continue to stay by azuls side. Even with the contract being destroyed back in book three and veeyuus debt to the ashengrottos being paid off, they wouldnt want to leave him. I think they would work on the island with the more brighter peaceful side of things, helping shop owners, bringing in tourists, maybe even making their own crafts and pastries to sell though they would be bad at the money aspect of owning a business. They give azul all of the information he needs from around the island and doesnt mind getting their hands dirty again but i think veeyuu enjoys finally being at peace

These are just my thoughts from today cus it’s become my obsession immediately. I need to rework it and rethink it and make sure its accurate but thats my take and i want to draw them how I think they would look in 10 years to cus it makes me happy and i think jade would go a bit more punk and vee would have a cute hat and floyd would have tattoos and azul would have a more peaceful face. No more tightened eyebrows (he has them when floyd comes back from his trips)

[hunieday]

9th Anniversary story - Chapter 8 : The climax begins.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Chapter 8: The Climax Begins

Izumi Iori: Sigh…

Izumi Mitsuki: Ehehe! I totally surprised you back there.

Izumi Iori: Nii-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: Don’t worry. I’ll still win fair and square even if you don’t hold back.

Izumi Iori: …Haha… Alright.

Izumi Iori: No, actually, I won’t lose today. I’ll take back victory.

Izumi Mitsuki: I won’t lose either! I’m gonna win the whole thing! See ya later!

Izumi Iori: Fufu…

Nanase Riku: What was that all about?

Izumi Iori: That awkward story we mentioned the other day.

Izumi Iori: Nine years ago, Nii-san and I received a pair of sneakers from our grandfather.

Izumi Iori: At the time, I was eight years old while Nii-san was twelve.

Izumi Iori: Back then, I was growing fast, intelligent, and athletic.

Nanase Riku: You really just said that about yourself?

Izumi Iori: It was around that time that people started comparing me and Nii-san.

Nanase Riku: …

Izumi Iori: I never really wanted to beat him. But…

Izumi Iori: Seeing him struggle to smile when people compared us bothered me to no end.

Nanase Riku: Oh wow… So even the "better" one worries about that sort of stuff huh?

Izumi Iori: Of course that’s the case.

Izumi Iori: Rankings are nothing more than a way to estimate where you stand in a given field.

Izumi Iori: This fitness test is the same. It serves to compare yourself to others, to see if you're higher or lower.

Izumi Iori: Understanding your own value helps determine how you move forward in life.

Izumi Iori: It’s so simple, that’s all there is to it, and yet it still greatly affects human relationships. I find it incredibly bothersome.

Nanase Riku: Because ranking low hurts, doesn't it? Wouldn’t it hurt you?

Izumi Iori: If you're bad at something, just give it up and find another way to win.

Nanase Riku: So what did you give up on, Iori?

Izumi Iori: Being cute, charming, or making lots of friends. Things like that.

Nanase Riku: Wow, you’re completely detached from the situation.

Izumi Iori: Nanase-san, you’ve given up on being smart in favor of focusing on being cute, haven't you?

Nanase Riku: No I did not!

Izumi Iori: You should do that then. It’s more efficient to focus on your strengths than dwell on your weaknesses.

Nanase Riku: Who cares about efficiency… So, is that how things got awkward with Mitsuki?

Izumi Iori: Nii-san and I were both fast runners.

Izumi Iori: We had just received sneakers from our grandfather, so we used to run a lot.

Izumi Iori: Because of that, Nii-san’s friends found out and asked us to race each other seriously.

Nanase Riku: …

Nanase Riku: …Did you win?

Izumi Iori: …

Nikaido Yamato: So, did Ichi win?

Izumi Mitsuki: …

Izumi Mitsuki: W…No way, of course not. I was twelve and he was eight.

Nikaido Yamato: Yeah, makes sense…

Izumi Mitsuki: But, I think he believed he could win. So, he held back a little.

Izumi Mitsuki: He slacked off at the start and I got a huge lead on him.

Izumi Mitsuki: And then I realized he wasn’t taking me seriously, so I went all out and completely crushed him.

Izumi Mitsuki: Haha… He looked so frustrated back then. Honestly, I kinda enjoyed it.

Nikaido Yamato: …You enjoyed seeing Ichi frustrated?

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s not that… It’s hard to explain, but it felt good to actually beat him for once.

Izumi Mitsuki: It wasn’t like a "Hell yeah, I won! Woohoo!" kinda thing.

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s just… a competition isn’t something you gotta hold back in.

Izumi Mitsuki: Losing sucks, obviously.

Izumi Mitsuki: But getting fired up and thinking, “I gotta do this! I won’t lose!” is the best.

Nikaido Yamato: Hmm… Yeah, maybe I kinda get it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Really?

Nikaido Yamato: Onii-san over here usually hates competing. And I’m obviously terrible at sports.

Nikaido Yamato: But I’m kinda having fun right now. Haha… Like, I actually feel like saying, "I’m not gonna lose!"

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s great. You’re finally enjoying your youth, old man.

Nikaido Yamato: Now of all times…?

Izumi Mitsuki: Everyone’s cheering for us too.

Audience: Kyaaaaaa…!

Audience: He waved at us!

Audience: Do your best!

Nikaido Yamato: This is peak youth.

Izumi Mitsuki: Right?

Nikaido Yamato: Lemme knock down the Mitsu fan that guy’s holding. Bang!

Izumi Mitsuki: Stop it! Don’t lay a hand on me!

Audience: Kyaaaaaa…!

Mido Torao: Alright, we’re one point ahead!

Yotsuba Tamaki: That plan went super well, Toracchi!

Mido Torao: Yeah! That was a solid game!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Let’s high five!

SLAP!

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: Hell yeah!

Sougo shows up behind them…

Osaka Sougo: …

Yotsuba Tamaki: Whoa!! You scared me!!

Mido Torao: How long have you been standing there!?

Osaka Sougo: You guys sure got closer.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uh… yeah…

Mido Torao: Is that a problem…?

Osaka Sougo: No, it’s not. Tamaki-kun is my partner and Mido-san is an acquaintance of mine.

Osaka Sougo: Watching you two pull off such perfect teamwork to take my tail… it just felt a bit strange.

Osaka Sougo: But you did a good job.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Osaka Sougo: That’s all I wanted to say.

Mido Torao: Oh uh, thanks…?

Osaka Sougo: Well then.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: …

Mido Torao: So…did he just compliment us?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Or get angry…?

Osaka Sougo: I’m not mad. You did a good job.

Yotsuba Tamaki & Mido Torao: Th-thank you very much…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Here, sports drinks.

Yaotome Gaku: Thanks.

Kujo Tenn: Thank you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: The third match ended in a flash.

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah! That was insanely fun!

Yaotome Gaku: I thought I wanted to lose against you, Ryuu, but once we got going, I just couldn’t let myself lose.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Haha! That’s how it is.

Yaotome Gaku: But it’s not like I want to see you lose either.

Kujo Tenn: The competition is complicated and interesting. I don’t like being forced to compete, but I love being able to.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Whether we’re rivals or teammates, we’re still all friends here. Let’s give it our all in the second half!

Yaotome Gaku & Kujo Tenn: Yeah!

Reporter: Now, for the fourth round… The Three-Legged Relay!!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Reporter: The participants are already prepared for this event!

Reporter: Each pair will tie one of their legs together and run!

Reporter: If you might trip and fall if you’re out of sync, please be careful!

Reporter: After completing a full lap around the track, you must pass the baton to the next pair. Be sure not to drop it!

Reporter: Both the red and white teams will compete with four pairs, making it a total of eight runners!

Reporter: The teams decided the pairs and running order among themselves. Will their choices lead to glory or disaster?

Yotsuba Tamaki: We gotta be in perfect sync to win this!

Natsume Minami: It’s easier to run with someone you’re familiar win than with someone from another group.

White team: Yeahhh!

Izumi Iori: The most important thing is how similar your physical build and statistics are!

Osaka Sougo: We used the results from our fitness tests to match partners, so we should be fine!

Red team: Yeahhh!

Reporter: The audience watches in suspense as the relay is about to begin!

Reporter: Speaking of teamwork, the two Nana Sports executives have also worked together for years, right?

Nana Sports President: Well yes, I suppose.

Reporter: Any advice on how to succeed in a three-legged race?

Nana Sports President: I wonder… Don’t blame your partner if they fall?

Nana Sports Vice President: And apologize when you fall down!

Reporter: I see! So falling is an inevitable part of the process!

Nana Sports President: If you assume you’ll never fall, you won’t have a plan for when you do.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Makes sense!! What do we do if we fall!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Maybe we should fall once on purpose!?

Nanase Riku: Let’s practice then!

Osaka Sougo: Wait, Riku-kun…!!

Riku falls to the ground, pulling Sougo with him.

Reporter: The participants have started tumbling before the race even started!

Iori and Haruka stand up from the ground.

Isumi Haruka: Ugh… It’s hard to get back up!

Izumi Iori: Good thing we practiced.

Audience: This is so cute for some reason…!

Audience: Come on, stand up, don’t fall!

Audience: You can do it!

Momo: All sixteen idols are just squirming around…!

Natsume Minami: It’s quite a bizarre sight.

Kujo Tenn: Haha! That’s what makes a sports festival fun, right?

Reporter: First runners, please walk to the starting line!

Yaotome Gaku: Let’s do this, Yuki-san!

Yuki: I’ll do my best.

Audience: Kyaaaaaaa…!

Osaka Sougo: Let’s go, Riku-kun!

Nanase Riku: Yes!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaa…!

Audience: Go, go, red team!

Audience: Go, go, white team!

Nana Sports President: Go, Go, Reeeed!

Nana Sports Vice President: Go, Go, Whiiiite!

Reporter: On your mark… Get set…

Reporter: Start!

Beep!

Yaotome Gaku & Yuki: …!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: ….!

Audience: Gooooo…!

Yaotome Gaku: One, two! One, two!

Yuki: Gaku-kun, Gaku-kun, you’re too fast…!

Yaotome Gaku: Huh!? Then you set the pace!

Yuki: One……two! One….… two!

Yaotome Gaku: That’s too slow! We’re gonna lose!!

Yuki: But we’ll fall if we rush it!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: The red team is in the lead! Their synchronization is flawless!

Kujo Tenn: Keep going, Nanase-san! Osaka-san!

Inumaru Touma: That’s it! Keep it up!

Nana Sports President: Riku-kun and Sougo-kun are in the same group and had similar fitness scores! No wonder they’re so stable!

Nana Sports Vice President: Gaku-san and Yuki-san are both leaders, so they should work well together…! Come on, white team…!

Yaotome Gaku & Yuki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Oh! They’re starting to sync up! The white team is gaining ground!!

Osaka Sougo: …Okay, should we go for a final sprint? Do you think you can handle it!?

Nanase Riku: I can do it! Ready… go!

Nanase Riku & Osaka Sougo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Whoa!! The red team is accelerating!

Nana Sports President: See that? That’s what Sou-chan and Rikkun can do.

Nana Sports Vice President: You’re getting a bit too loud, President.

Nana Sports President: IDOLiSH7 is the best! Go, red team…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: White team, stay calm and push through…!!

Isumi Haruka: Nice, nice! Keep going…!

Iori Izumi: Pass the baton to me! Don’t drop it!

Nanase Riku: …Iori, Isumi-kun! It’s up to you now…!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Reporter: The red team has successfully passed the baton to their second runners!

Izumi Iori & Isumi Haruka: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Mido Torao: Hang! Just a little more…!

Natsume Minami: Get ready to take the baton…!

Yaotome Gaku: …I’m counting on you…!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa…!

Natsume Minami & Mido Torao: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: They’re super fast…! The white team is closing the gap so quickly!

Isumi Haruka: Oh gooood, they’re catching up!!

Izumi Iori: Don't look back!

Isumi Haruka: I don't wanna lose to them!!

Izumi Iori & Isumi Haruka: One, two! One, two!

Natsume Minami & Mido Torao: One, two! One, two!

Nana Sports Vice President: Catch up…!!

Nana Sports President: A tie!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Keep going…!

Inumaru Touma: Just a little more…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Go, keep going!!

Nikaido Yamato: Good pace!! Don't rush! Don't trip!

Isumi Haruka: …Ugh…!

Natsume Minami: …Hah…!

Isumi Haruka: I'm counting on you…!

Inumaru Touma: Leave it to me…!!

Natsume Minami: Please…!

Nikaido Yamato: Alright…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: It's a tie…! Almost a complete tie…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Nana Sports President: This is crazy…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: This is unbelievably exciting…!!

Audience: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Audience: Go! Go! Whiiiite!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Reporter: Both teams are neck to neck!! They’re in sync and side by side…!!

Nana Sports President: This is scary… What if they fall…!

Nana Sports Vice President: Please, don’t fall…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Keep goiiiing!!

Momo: Watch out for the corner!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: One, two! One, t-!!

Nikaido Yamato & Yotsuba Tamaki: Whoa…!!

Reporter: Ahh…!! They've fallen…!!

Audience: Ahhhhhh…!!

Nana Sports Vice President: …Keep going…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: …Shit…!

Nikaido Yamato: …Guh, it's okay! We practiced getting back up, remember!?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah! Ready…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: And they're up again…!! The White team has restarted quickly!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: One, two! One, two!

Momo: Good pace! Good pace!

Kujo Tenn: Keep going…!

Reporter: The Red team is already preparing for the baton pass…!? The anchor is coming next!!

Inumaru Touma: …I'm counting on you…!

Momo: Okay!! Ah…!

Reporter: Are they having issues with the baton pass!?

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Inumaru Touma: Ughhh…!! Sorry…!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Don't worry about it!!

Momo: It's okay! I caught it…!!

Inumaru Touma: Amazing catch!! You saved us!

Kujo Tenn: Let’s get going…!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke & Inumaru Touma: Do your best…!!

Kujo Tenn: Let’s go, Momo-san!

Momo: Yeah!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Nana Sports President: Keep going…!

Audience: Goooo…!!

Reporter: The Red team’s anchor has started running! The White team is making an incredible comeback too! The baton pass is happening now!

Izumi Mitsuki: Keep going, keep going…!

Rokuya Nagi: Good job! Nice fight…!

Nikaido Yamato: Just a little more! Hang in there!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uwooooohh…!!

Yotsuba Tamaki: We’re counting on you!

Izumi Mitsuki: Leave it to us…!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: The White team’s anchor has started running!

Reporter: Will the Red team hold on to the lead!? Will the White team catch up!? This is a crazy intense battle…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two! One, two! One, two!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two…!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two…!

Audience: Momo-chan, Tenn-kun, keep going…!!

Audience: Mitsuki-kun, Nagi-kun, catch up…!!

Audience: Keep going! Don’t give up…!

Audience: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Audience: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Nana Sports President: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Nana Sports Vice President: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Ryuunosuke, Touma, Riku, Sougo, Iori & Haruka: Go! Go! Reeeed!!

Gaku, Yuki, Yamato, Tamaki, Minami & Torao: Go! Go! Whiiiiite!!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: One, two! One, two…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: One, two! One, two…!!

Momo: Final sprint…!

Izumi Mitsuki: Catch up…!

Kujo Tenn & Momo & Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: …………!!

Reporter: Goaaaaal…!!

Whistle blows

Reporter: By the slightest margin…. the Red team was faster!! The Red team wins…!!

Kujo Tenn & Momo: We did iiiit…!!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki: Ahhhh…!!

Nanase Riku: Yay!! Momo-san, Kujo-san, you did it!!

Inumaru Touma: That was nerve-wracking!! But we did it…!!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Congratulations! Everyone did amazing!!

Osaka Sougo: We worked hard!

Isumi Haruka: Yay! We woooon!!

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t mind, don’t mind! That was amazing! Seriously awesome!

Yaotome Gaku: So close! But everyone gave it their all!

Mido Torao: Are you okay from that fall?

Yotsuba Tamaki: I'm good!

Natsume Minami: You got up so fast. That was amazing!

Reporter: Everyone in the audience!! Please give a big round of applause for these brave participants!!

The audience starts applauding.

Audience: Yaaaay…!!

Momo: Let’s shake hands!

Izumi Mitsuki: You got it!!

Kujo Tenn: Nice fight!

Rokuya Nagi: It really was!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

More applause…

Reporter: The anchor runners are shaking hands firmly! What a beautiful scene!!

Nana Sports President: Congratulations to the Red team!! The White team was also fantastic!!

Nana Sports Vice President: That was an amazing match! Both teams were incredibly cool…!

Reporter: And now, we’re finally at the fifth and final round! The scores are tied 2 to 2, so this will be the final showdown!!

Reporter: The event is… a cavalry attle!!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!!

Reporter: Players, please prepare yourselves!!

To be continued…

[badassxbirdy]

Matt. Poor fucking Matt… “Whose first pick was he? Or is this just more of your cryptic bullshit?” If he didn’t last long… well, to be honest she can’t decide if that outcome was better or worse than the alternative. A question occurs to her then, something that she hasn’t given enough thought to before. “Why Lance? You had a whole crew of people to— why him?”

His shins really hurt, you know.

Her expression finally falters, just for a moment, but it’s too obvious to hide. It’s not because of the way it snarls at her, not it's anger, but the one thing that’ll always give it the upper hand: How scared she is of her friend getting hurt. How scared she is of being the one to cause it.

“Oh, I ‘get it’ just fine. Why else do you think I haven’t evicted your ass? Doesn’t make you any less fucked by the time I’m done. Seems like you’re the one who doesn’t understand yet. For somethin’ so smart, you really are an idiot.”

Despite that brief waver in her glaring, her anger hasn’t faded in the slightest. The cambion is actually smiling a little while she stares at it, letting herself picture all the ways she wants to hurt this thing. She knows oh so many methods of inflicting pain on demons. It’s just a shame she doesn’t have her powers. They would make it so much easier to hurt this thing and not him…

As for the thought of Lance liking his parasite, she is very much in favour of continuing to ignore that, convinced that it’s a fucking lie anyway. Of course Lance is afraid of it, who wouldn’t be? But then there’s that little voice of doubt that reminds her of some of his past comments. That it had saved him. That it had kept him safe. How he’d inadvertently scared her with his talk at the motel, even before the creature inside him had decided to have a little chat with her itself… All things which she shoves to the back of her mind, conveniently ignoring them, just as it said. Lance didn’t enjoy it, he was just scared of what would happen without it. That was all it was. That was all it was. The parasite wasn’t worth listening to.

Its reaction to her anger is unexpected, that sniff far more unsettling than anything else it’s done thus far. She freezes for a moment. It’s so close that she can barely bring herself to breathe, and she’s fairly certain she’ll lose her lunch all over his shirt if she even tries, but that somehow doesn’t stop the little sound of disgust that escapes her. Nor does it stop the shudder that runs up her spine.

Her extremely limited self-control is stretched far beyond its limit. She just barely holds onto it when his head moves lower, but it slips entirely when it twirls her hair. The cambion grabs Lance’s wrist, harshly shoving away his hand.

Beast.

She’d be offended if most people, if most things, said something like that to her. But coming from this asshole? When she’s this angry? Oh, that’s just fine.

“I can think of a few people who’d tell you how much you don’t want to see that. Too bad they’re all too dead to fill you in.”

@dcmcnsinmymind

"No, she did not" it laughed, the gloves off entirely now. "None of them did, you're right" it went on because frankly....it was true. None of them had hit quite the spot. "Well. Dear Matt was the most promising, actually. Was even their first pick. I'm afraid he didn't last very long though. Oh no. I was always all eyes for this."

This being the chest rising and falling far more steadily by now, far more pronounced. Lance, but a minute or so from being back altogether.

"I'm the one that's holding it together, Tyler. That's the detail you still don't seem to quite get, do you?" Azathoth said with a dismissive snort, though the laughing and grinning had gone by now, replaced with something else. That glint in its eye again. "Do you want another showcase? I'm sure if I withdraw right now he'll be quite the show for you still. Though I'm not too fond of another rerun just so you finally get it" it went on, the last bit turning into a sudden and harsh snarl, eyes burning with disgust and rage already. What followed was another short stretch of tense silence, a true staring match by now.

"His shins really hurt, you know. Who knows what he'll bump into next. We don't want that, do we?"

Shortly after, it was back again. Another laugh. Barking, but without the smiling or grinning now. Mad and furious instead, but ending just as abruptly as it had come. Only to be replaced by an almost soft, velvety voice instead. Sounding so pleased with itself. Relishing that truth thoroughly.

"He's not scared of me, Tyler. Add that to the list of many things you chose to ignore - so conveniently I might add. Because that'd only lead up to the next uncomfortable question for you, wouldn't it?....'Why?' Why, oh just why is our dear friend not scared of me? After everything he saw and sees me do, hm?" it asked her, giving her a theatrical pouting face and but a second to answer, followed by a distinct fingerpoint at her.

"And there lies the problem for you, doesn't it? You don't like the answer to that question. The fact that he likes me. Likes it. Enjoys the benefits more than he can bring himself to care about consequences. Just as he always has by the way...way before me" it reminded her with a wink.

When she got right in its face, it met her with another incessant stare and a genuine smirk at last. Lopsided and barely there, but enough to make it clear - just a hint of respect and interest in it. It gave her a long, hard and unblinking look for a good minute or more, only to lean in closer and give her a deep and long sniff.

"You know..." it muttered while moving Lance's head closer and to the other side of her neck, lower still, to her chest. "I think I actually like you like this" Azathoth went on, followed by a sickening little chuckle. "The shivering scared-y cat can only do so much for you" Leaning back a little again so they can be face to face again, it meets her with a wicked grin. "Especially when we both know it's just a mask that hides the beast inside." It starts twirling her hair like the strings of a harp as it bares the teeth it's currently in possession, almost playfully so - if it weren't so grotesque to look at.

"Yessss...I can't wait for you to show me more of your teeth."

[loony-binz]

okay my last post was like super negative and I don’t want my only contribution to the spiderverse fandom being a rant- so I’m just gonna throw it out there and say, whoever’s idea it was to ship Margo and Earth 42 Miles deserve a slice of cheesecake and a kiss on the mouth.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Sometimes I have actually insightful and interesting things to say about w101 and other times I say useless things like I want to carry around Wizard101 NPCS under my arms like exhausted and surrendered cats while I swing them around and slap their backs and shoulders like I'm proudly showing them off to strangers

[starofthesea37]

ok, do not feel at all obliged to read all of this because i am aware its a lot, but this is kinda just how my brain works 😭

this is just my rambling about them as a ship

PETIMKON STUFF:

Redsuperspider? Petimkon?

Peter and Kon both have super strength!

I feel like they both have issues with being scared that they’re going to hurt the people they love if they accidentally use too much of their strength, but when they’re together they don’t have to hold back as much.

They can give each other more substantial hugs. Although this also goes for everyone else they know who has super strength (Casssie, Clark, Jon, Kara etc. for Kon).

However, Peter does not have invulnerability like Kon. This means that where Peter can pretty much use his full strength with Kon, and doesn’t have to worry about hurting him at all, Kon still has to be careful with Peter. However², I don’t think this would be much of a problem, as Kon has lots of other people in his life (again, Casssie, Clark, Jon, Kara etc.), who he already has this dynamic with and doesn’t have to be careful with.

I think it would just be a very important thing for Peter specifically to have in a relationship, as there’s not really anyone in his universe that he has this with, and it would be a huge relief to have someone he doesn’t have to hold back with. All his other relationships, whilst very fulfilling and important to him, have been with people who he always had to be careful with (MJ, Tim, Ned, May, Tony).

The fact that Kon is invulnerable would be such a huge relief for Peter. He has such a big fear of the people around him getting hurt because of him, but Kon? He’s stronger than Peter in the way that only people like Thor or Hulk are in Peter’s universe. He’s not breakable. 

I cannot emphasize enough how much weight this would take off of his shoulders. And like, obviously he knows that Kon can still get hurt (he’s literally died before), but it’s so much less likely, and it’s very unlikely that it would happen because of Peter.

Peter and Kon are both self sacrificial idiots.

This one is self explanatory really. Anyone who knows the bare minimum about either of these characters could draw this parallel. It’s a pretty much universal trait in all superheroes, but I think they have a very similar brand of it.

They’re all huge nerds who like to quip and tell dumb jokes.

I think the ‘star wars fan vs star trek fan’ thing would be a hilarious dynamic. A little bit of minor conflict over something that doesn’t actually matter, to me, feels like a very healthy thing to have in a relationship. They agree on the things that really matter, but they can disagree on the small things.

Peter and Kon both love Tim.

They’d definitely bond over being stupid for this boy, and just rant at each other about how pretty and smart and perfect he is (they do this in front of him. Tim has a love-hate relationship with it). 

At first they thought it would be difficult, but they soon realised that having another person who loves your boyfriend just like you do is brilliant, and they didn’t get even a little bit jealous over it, they just found it adorable and relatable. 

Peter and Kon both have a history with SA/grooming.

I don’t want to go too deep into this here because it’s a heavy subject, but basically:

Knockout and Tana, and Skip.

Peter and Tim are the first to get together when Tim ends up in Peter's universe. They have a few sex-related issues.

Peter is ace and Tim has a pretty high sex drive.

Peter isn’t sex-repulsed, and is pretty sex-positive, but he doesn’t want to do it as much as Tim does.

This causes a few issues. Tim obviously wants to accommodate Peter and absolutely doesn’t want him to do anything that he isn’t comfortable with, and is very understanding when Peter isn’t up for it, but he also gets quite frustrated, because sex is something that’s important to him in a relationship, and he’s not getting what he needs. Because of this, Peter feels really guilty for not providing what Tim needs in the relationship. He can see that Tim isn’t happy with that side of things.

They’re both trying really hard to create a balance that works for both of them, because they’re really happy with pretty much every other aspect of the relationship, and they fit together really well. But it’s still causing problems and creating a rift between them.

I feel like there would be at least one instance where Peter fakes being into it when he’s really not just to make Tim happy, and then Tim realises and freaks out. 

It’s just like there’s a missing piece of the relationship… 

And then when they go back to Tim’s universe, Tim freaks out because he realises he still has feelings for Kon. And then when they eventually all get together, they realise that Kon was that missing piece. He slots in so perfectly, filling that need that Tim has, and meaning that Tim can get what he needs without Peter having to force himself to do anything he’s uncomfortable with.

Everyone ends up happy :)

Family!!

Tony and Pepper would get along absolutely amazingly with Tim.

I’m just imagining Pepper and Tim talking for hours about being CEO’s and getting along way too well and it terrifies Tony and Peter.

Kon would be so good with Morgan, and she’d love him. He’d be such a fun brother in law. He can FLY!!! Imagine how much fun that would be for a five year old.

May would fucking love Kon.

Peter is obviously Bruce’s ideal son in law. Only problem is that Tim won’t let him adopt him because “dude we’re dating you can’t make him my brother that’d be so weird.” Or even

Bruce: “I’m going to adopt Peter.” 

Tim: “NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT!”

Bruce, and everyone else: “Why not?”

Tim: “Umm, well, you see…” (either they don’t know he’s crushing on Peter yet, or they’re dating secretly).

Clark and Lois would also adore Peter. Maybe Lois is who looks at Peter’s photography skills and goes “you should do that for a living. Like, as a journalist.” And then she mentours him in Journalism and he finds that he actually really loves it, especially the photography aspect.

Ma Kent would also absolutely love Peter.

Peter and Jon would absolutely team up against Kon. Poor Kon, betrayed by his own boyfriend in favour of his baby brother.

Tim and Peter absolutely bond over their shared passion for photography.

Especially when they realise that they both photograph vigilantes (even if Tim’s is more stalking…).

Tim and Peter are both geniuses, but in different areas. Their genius does overlap a lot, but mostly Tim is more of a detective, and Peter is more of a scientist.

theres definitely more rattling around in my brain but thats what ive got written down so far

I’m on my hands and knees BEGGING for more Peter Parker/Tim Drake PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FIC WRITERS I NEED THEM INJECTED INTO MY VAINS AGAVBWJANAJSNDN

[ulmus-spellook]

Just me venting about printer stuff

I'm out here creating notes on articles and collecting ones I want to use for notes, all on my computer (my book collection is a whole other thing) and so I have long ass word doccuments (I can never spell that word correctly -_-) that I need to organize and tabs open with articles that let you print them and the need to figure out how to turn ones you can't into a doc you can print (easy with wikipedia, so text dense, but when it's something with a lot of pictures that creates it's own problem) and I just have so much stuff I plan to print out and put in my binder-grimoire (as opposed to my notebook ones. The binder is nice because I can stick all sorts of stuff in it and keep re-organizing it afterwards), but I have a problem. I bought a new, relatively cheap, printer because the one I had been using broke and I had limited access to it (It was not my own) and setting it up keeps feeling overwhelming, but I have so much stuff that I'm like

^me going through articles online and trying to keep track of everything I need to print.

[kavehayati]

Lord give me energy today eueueue

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami who drops to his knees the moment he arrives home, the feeling in his chest; indescribable because he knew his wife was upset… so very upset…

He loathed the guilt that clung to him as he had to work late and miss the date they planned just a few days prior. The front door creaked open as you heard him tiredly shuffle in, tossing his keys onto the counter with a bit more force than he intended. He rolled his neck side to side, in a futile attempt to release some of the stiffness in his muscles. He kicks off his shoes, not bothering to bend down and untie the laces, before commencing his walk of shame to your shared bedroom. 

Each step felt heavier, causing his heart to only beat faster every second. A thin sheet of sweat began to form on his brow as he approached closer and closer to the room. His fingers, diligently thread into his tie to pull it undone, tossing it mindlessly on the floor. A few buttons of his shirt came undone but it did nothing to relieve the growing tightness in his chest. He hesitantly reached for the door knob, and with a deep breath he opened the door as slowly as possible. 

And there you were. The soft light of the room revealed your silhouette as you sat up on the bed, your arms crossed over your chest tightly, as your eyes bored into him like daggers. No, you weren’t actually upset and he had obviously a good reason for his absence, but it was the first time he missed something like this– and the sting of it lingered in the room. 

He tentatively stepped closer to you, his expression full of guilt and desperation, like a puppy who had been scolded. The weight of an unspoken apology creeping on him. 

“Darling… I’m sorry," he whispered, barely audible. But he knew it wasn’t enough. No reaction from you, you wouldn't even turn to look at him, the silence between the both of you was suffocating. His fingers graze over your hand as his knees buckled, threatening to give away under the weight of guilt.

He falls to his knees before you, taking your hand in his. “Please, look at me, honey…” pleading eyes looking up at you, raw emotion in his voice as he presses a soft kiss on your delicate hand. His fingers intertwined with yours as you finally grace him with your gaze, the eyes he so dearly loved finally on him. His grip was soft yet pleading, almost as if he was afraid you’d let go. 

“I feel terrible…” kiss “It will never…” kiss “happen again…” kiss

Each one of his kisses had you in trance and you truly believed him, Nanami wasn’t the man to tell you empty words. You look down at the mess of the man on his knees for you, your hand comes to his cheek, caressing it. 

“I forgive you…” You utter, as you look at him, into his eyes of honey. 

Those three words…

That was all he needed to hear. His breath was caught in his throat and for a moment he just stared at you before taking a deep breath. Relief washes over him and all the guilt slowly disappears. His head drops into your thighs and rests there a moment, still holding your hands. 

“I will spend an eternity making it up to you…” he finally speaks up. His statement makes you smile. You thought he was joking but he wasn’t. 

“Starting now,” he declares, a spark of confidence returning to his body. 

Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head down, his lips brushing softly against your knees. His kisses are tender and calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing. His lips trailed along your thighs, the warmth of his breath sending soft shivers up your skin. 

You sighed softly, your fingers threading through his hair, delicately pushing it back from his face. You wanted to see him, to really look at him, at the man you loved now between your legs. 

His kisses trailed higher and higher. Nanami was a smart man. He knew just what to do and how to ease the weight of the situation from your mind, to make you forget. 

“You’re so gorgeous” He mumbles in between kisses. A red tint creeping up on your face at those simple words. “But you know that already, don’t you?” he presses a kiss just below your navel. “I tell you everyday…” He whispers, right into the heat between your legs. Your back arches up off the mattress and he knew he just had to have you already.

“May I?” he asks, his pointer finger hovering right over where you needed him most. You gave him a quick nod and that was all he needed. He slowly slides your panties down your legs before begging to devour you, entirely. 

Nanami learned everything that made his pretty girl feel good, and he planned to do everything tonight. Every flick of his skilled tongue had you in a chokehold, the way he held your legs open with his strong arms all while still on his knees. He explored every inch of you, lapping up everything you gave him, his fingers joining in to only make you feel that much better. 

Orgasm after orgasm had your mind hazy but Nanami had to make sure you knew he was sorry. And he did make good on his promise. He never ever forgot again. 

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: HUNGRY FOR MORE

✩ ‧ ˚. serial killer!gojo x detective!reader: fucking the serial killer you're supposed to be arresting might be the best (or worst) decision you've ever made. PART 2 | NSFW

contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, public sex (in an alley), p –> v, orgasm denial, fingering, he cums inside, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, lil' bit of dumbification, hair pulling, squirting, dirty talk, manipulation/coercion, mentions of murder (he's a serial killer what did u expect), non-sexual mentions/usage of guns, probably more. 3K words.

author's note: wrote this instead of writing my research paper and studying for my math final. if this flops i will actually become the serial killer /j. anywaysss tagging @satoruhour @screampied @satorena.. and yes, the "season 2 coming soon" in the banner means something ;)

“looks like your little killing spree’s gonna have to come to an end,” you muse, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow at the man across from you. he grins back at you, and it’s almost unsettling—he looks a little too smug for a killer who’s just been caught.

“i don’t think so, sweetheart,” the man responds dryly, leaning back against the alley wall, features relaxed and at ease. he—satoru gojo—has been your target for a couple weeks, and now that you’ve finally cornered him, you find yourself feeling a little… unfulfilled. usually, when you caught criminals, they begged for mercy and showed a little more emotion than what satoru’s shown so far. 

also, the criminals usually weren’t this good-looking.

you maintain eye contact with satoru while you carefully reach into your coat’s pocket, withdrawing your phone and unlocking it. unexpectedly, satoru doesn’t make any move to stop you from dialing the number to your boss, instead smiling coyly as you do so.

“so, you’re one of those guys who don’t care what happens to them?” you ask, tilting your head as you hold the phone to your ear. satoru shrugs and his grin only widens the longer your phone rings. ten seconds pass before your phone tells you that the number you dialed is currently busy, and satoru’s muffled laughter becomes unbearably suspicious. you narrow your eyes and involuntarily take a step back. “what’s with the smile?”

satoru scoffs and dips his head, pushing himself off the wall and taking a step towards you. “y’know, you’re rather brave, comin’ out to catch a serial killer all by yourself. and in the middle of the night, too.” he stops advancing when he sees you pull a gun out of your pocket and hold it up threateningly, a look of warning in your eyes. “okay, okay, relax. i’m not gonna do anything to your pretty face.”

“what did you do?” you ask suspiciously. satoru widens his eyes in mock disbelief, as if he’s completely and utterly shocked that you’d ever accuse him of anything.

“besides the fifteen separate counts of murder? not much, really.”

“i’m not an idiot,” you snap, cocking the gun and aiming it at his head. “you’re not the one in control here, satoru gojo. spit it out before i put a bullet through your skull.”

satoru laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “fiesty, aren’t we? it’s alright, i like my girls with a little fire in them.” he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes lingering on parts of you that suddenly make you feel naked, despite the coat covering most of your figure. “put down the gun, sweetheart, then we can talk.”

you wait a second, scanning satoru’s overly relaxed face before cautiously lowering the gun. “what are you hiding?” you ask again, eyes hardening.

“a lot of things. but i think you’re talking about what i did to your boss, right?”

“you have five seconds before i shoot you.”

satoru makes a face and then rolls his eyes dramatically. “fine, since you’re bein’ so pushy about it. i killed him, obviously. you’re a smart girl, shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?” when you don’t immediately answer, satoru sighs and shakes his head. “and here i thought that the girl who’d been tailing me for the past week would have a little sense in that pretty head of hers. looks like i was wrong.”

“shut it,” you snap again, re-dialing the number and letting your phone ring for fifteen seconds. when nobody picks up, you internally curse and think about what to do next. dialing 911 would be worth a try, but the look in satoru’s ice-blue eyes makes you think otherwise. despite the gun in your hand, something about him makes you entirely certain that he could overpower you, even if you landed a shot on him. and even if you just shot him right now, he’s been shown in the past to be able to function fine with a bullet through his chest. that’s how two of your subordinates lost their lives to him—by underestimating your city’s notorious killer.

so you decide to bide your time.

“ran out of options?” satoru asks smugly. he raises an eyebrow when you slide your phone back into your pocket and exhales a laugh. “you gonna wait for a big, strong man to rescue you? ‘cause i’m right here, honey, and i could be your savior.”

“that was actually the shittiest line i’ve ever heard,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at the self-satisfied look on his face. “are you seriously proud of that one?”

“well, it worked.”

he pushes himself off the alley wall and towards you so fast that you hardly even have time to process it, and before you know it, you’re the one pressed to a wall with a gun to the side of your head. satoru’s other hand grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head, and his face is close enough to the point where you can feel his breath—which is unexpectedly minty—on your cheeks as he grins down at you. “you really think i’d use a line as shitty as that if i didn’t know it’d make you lower your guard? tch, you really shoulda known better.”

you use every curse word you’ve ever heard in that moment and grit your teeth, rapidly thinking through all the possible ways you could get out of this situation, but nothing comes to mind. you’re quite literally stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with a gun pressed to your head and with your limbs out of commission. 

satoru clicks his tongue and widens his eyes at you, leaning in closer. his lips are uncomfortably close to your own as he traces the gun down the side of your face, cold metal brushing against your heated skin. “not gonna fight back? that’s no fun.”

“the fuck you want me to do?” you snap irritably, glaring up at him and curling your hands into fists. satoru tightens his grip on your wrists and cooes a sarcastic apology to you, taking his time looking you up and down again. if you didn’t value your life, you probably would’ve said worse, but seeing as you were the only person in this ridiculously isolated alley, it wouldn’t be worth much. 

“i dunno. didn’t that detective academy or whatever teach you anything?”

you roll your eyes again, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you consider the possibility of your eyes getting permanently stuck in the back of your head just because of him. “y’know, you’re not giving me a whole lot of options.”

satoru laughs. “if i did, that’d defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it?”

at this point, death would be preferable to hearing his idiot talk any longer.

“so, i’m gonna be the one asking the questions from now on,” satoru continues, clicking his tongue disapprovingly when you scowl. “if you behave, i won’t hurt you that badly, ‘kay? keep that in mind.”

“thought you liked your girls feisty.”

“oh, that’s true,” satoru muses thoughtfully. “yeah, never mind, you can be a little bratty. i need a reason to fuck you stupid anyways,” he grins after a moment of consideration.

“what the fuck?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” satoru cooes, feeling his pants tighten as he watches your eyes widen. your “tough” demeanor drops for a split second, and satoru can’t help but want to fuck it off again when it returns. your scowl deepens and you frantically think through all your options again, but there isn’t a whole lot you can do at this point.

“if you wanna stay alive, you’ll be a good girl and you won’t scream,” satoru murmurs, leaning in closer and pressing his lips to yours. you grit your teeth and try to shove him away with your shoulder, but it doesn’t do much. satoru smiles against your lips and hums softly, pulling away with an almost affectionate look on his face. it’s so at odds with who he is and what he’s done that you drop your guard again, wanting to believe that he really will keep his promise not to hurt you.

satoru sees the shift in your features and smiles tenderly, all traces of his borderline-sadistic look gone. he studies your face for a moment and kisses the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger for a second before he pulls away again. “i’m gonna let your hands go now, m’kay?” when he drops your wrists, they fall limply on his shoulders as you warily study him, eyes wide with confusion. it’s jarring, the way he just… changed personalities within the span of a couple seconds. “i’m not gonna hurt you, pretty,” he breathes, dropping the gun and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thwak. “this’ll be a lot more fun for me if you don’t resist, yeah?”

oh, fuck it.

“okay,” you murmur, ignoring every siren going off in your head. you don’t really have any other options, and honestly, nobody was going to walk by and get you out of this sticky situation anytime soon. and satoru was pretty attractive… and you could just arrest him afterwards, right?

as if he read your mind, satoru smiles and promises, “you can handcuff me after i’m done with you. just let me have a little fun one last time, baby.”

yeah, it’d be a stupid decision to believe the sweet-talker towering over you. there’s no way he’s just going to let you drag him off to jail, but there’s a reason he’s stayed out of the grasp of the law for so long. it’s hard to live a life as on-the-edge as being a serial killer, but the reason satoru’s survived for this long is because he knows how to use his words. he knows how to make a person go against every warning in their head, and he knows how to get what he wants.

which, for tonight, includes you.

“you have thirty—no, twenty minutes,” you mumble, knowing damn well that this would be the end of your career as a detective. whether or not you dragged satoru in after all this, you could never continue your work knowing you had sex with the biggest serial killer in the city.

satoru laughs and kisses you again, lips trailing down your face and settling on your neck. “haven’t i already made it clear that i’m the one in control here?” he muses as he slips his hands under your coat and tugs it off. it falls to the cold ground and bunches up around your feet, leaving you in a button-up shirt and flowy, dark pants. “c’mon, let’s get these clothes off you.”

within a minute, the rest of your clothes save for a black lacy pair of undergarments join your coat on the floor, and the chilly nighttime air nips at your skin. “i’m cold,” you mumble, feeling yourself involuntarily tense up everywhere but where satoru’s hands cloak your skin. satoru laughs in response and presses his knee to the spot in between your thighs, and something in you snaps at the point of contact. 

“you really are an idiot, aren’t ya,” satoru scoffs, hand sliding down to your waist. his fingers latch on the waistband of your panties and he tugs them down, exposing your already-wet pussy to the cold evening air and his eyes. “lettin’ a serial killer fuck you in a dark alley… what kind of detective does that?” satoru spits on two of his fingers and slips them inside you, instantly groaning when he feels you clench around him. “fuck, you gotta be the tightest pussy i’ve felt in a while,” he mutters, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down shamelessly. “do you not have sex with other guys?”

“don’t have time,” you swallow what would’ve been an embarrassingly loud moan as his fingers go deeper and deeper. how long are this man’s fucking fingers?

“aw, look at you, you’re so cute,” satoru cooes, smiling down at your scrunched up face. you look back at him through squinted eyes, hips starting to roll against his fingers. it’s true—you really haven’t had time to have sex given your already-insane schedule. it’s almost like you spent more time tracking the man who’s now knuckle-deep inside you than sleeping, but the slutty part of your head tells you that it paid off.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whine pitifully, squirming around satoru’s fingers as he curls them inwards, making you clench around him even tighter. a shiver runs over your body, starting from in between your thighs and spreading all over you as satoru’s fingers move back and forth inside your soaking wet cunt. “g-gojo—”

“call me satoru, baby, and you’re not cumming until i say you can.” with that, satoru withdraws his fingers from your pussy with a pop! and grins at the way you glare at him sullenly. he mockingly pouts and licks his drenched fingers clean, tongue lapping up your essence. “heh, don’t worry, i’ll make you cum more than you knew you could once you’re stuffed with my cock.”

although you’ve determined satoru’s “promises” to be dubious at best, he fufills this one after he’s spread your legs wide open and positioned his cock at your entrance. “this might hurt, baby, but remember, no screaming.” after you nod in acknowledgement, satoru slips his tip in and watches, amused, as you try to close your legs on reflex. “uh uh, keep ‘em nice and wide f’me,” satoru tuts disapprovingly.

and true to his word, it hurts—a dull ache spreads throughout your legs as his dick goes farther and farther inside you, reaching places you hadn’t felt in a long time. satoru’s hands settle somewhere on your waist as he pushes himself deeper, ignoring your gasps and pleas for him to slow down a little. your shaky hands move to his hair and you unwittingly pull on it, somehow eliciting a soft groan from satoru’s lips, and somewhere in the back of your mind you think that of course a serial killer has a hair pulling kink—it just makes sense. 

“s-satoru, it won’t fit,” you whisper, feeling satoru hit an especially tight spot in your cunt. even with how wet you are, it just feels like you can’t possibly take any more of him—he might as well be ten feet inside you, given the pain in your hips. but, as expected, satoru only smiles tauntingly down at you and murmurs words of encouragement as he somehow pushes past the barrier and gets all the way in amid your pained whimpers.

“yeah, that’s it, knew you could do it,” satoru says sweetly, voice coated with poisonous honey. now that he’s all the way in, the ache from your waist down starts to fade into pleasure, especially as satoru starts moving himself in and out to get you used to the feeling of his dick. “just like that, pretty girl. jus’ like that.”

soon enough, he sets an unexpectedly harsh pace that makes your back arch off the cold, brick wall behind you, and even as satoru tries to keep up his “cool serial killer” act, you can hear his quivering breaths as he gets close to cumming. “shit, i forgot how fuckin’ good it felt to fuck a cunt this tight—” he mutters through gritted teeth. “‘m gonna cum inside, ‘kay?”

you nod breathlessly, chasing your own pleasure and not actually listening to the words satoru murmurs in your ear. at this point, it didn’t matter—all your pathetic little head could think about was satoru’s dick, and somehow, you forget that he’s a killer when he cums inside you. it’s hot and thick and it almost knocks you over—when was the last time you felt this good, if ever?

the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum with him, nodding along to satoru’s praises on how well you’re taking him. you squirt all over his painfully hard dick and suck in a sharp breath as you do so, body trembling from the force of both of your orgasms.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” satoru murmurs when you both come down from your highs, stroking your hair almost tenderly. you bob your head in response, face warm and eyes unable to properly focus. he stuffs his fingers back inside your puffy cunt and scoops the cum dripping down your thighs back inside, mumbling something about not letting a single drop go to waste. “who knew the pretty detective i’d had my eye on would be this good to me?” he cooes, grinning snarkily.

satoru’s earlier promise floats through your head and you force yourself to look him in the eye. “y-you said you’d let me arrest you after,” you breathe, back still pressed to the wall as satoru surveys you amusedly.

“oh, sweetheart, you’re in no condition to be giving orders,” satoru says condescendingly, pulling up his pants and grinning at you. his cheeks are still flushed red, but whether that’s from the cold nighttime air or from the heated sex, you don’t quite know. “we should do this again sometime,” he continues conversationally as he picks up your coat for you. despite the fact that you’re still naked and trembling, satoru drapes your coat around your shoulders and helps you button it up.

“but you said—” you protest, but satoru cuts you off with a raised eyebrow.

“you didn’t seriously believe me, did you?” satoru tuts, shaking his head. “i’m a serial killer. i’m not gonna turn myself in just ‘cause of a detective’s pretty pussy, baby. you should’ve known better, doll.” satoru wraps an arm around your limp shoulders and tugs you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against your own for a couple seconds before he pulls away with a satisfied smile.

he leaves you with a promise to see you soon.

[aliyahwritings]

ARE YOU JEALOUS?

Summary: Sassy!Kook!Reader gets jealous when she sees Rafe Cameron close with another girl...

Content: neck sucking (?), childhood friends to lovers, kind of mean!rafe in one scene, bullying lol, suggestive towards the end but just a tiny bit.

Words Count: 5.5k ... i don't know what the fuck happened...

Aliyah's talking: IDK if i fw this or not but i hope yall will lolz <3 Thank you so much for the love on Protective Instincts btw!!!! I am so grateful and surprised that many of you all enjoyed it. Hope u'll enjoy this one too 🩷

Sunlight streamed into Sarah’s room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space as you lounged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine. You both were sprawled across the plush, yellow covers, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and scattered makeup palettes—evidence of an afternoon well spent. Sarah was perched by the vanity, trying on different lip glosses, all of which looked beautiful on her, but she insisted on which one was the best.

“So, tell me again,” she started, holding up a tube of shimmery pink gloss and squinting at it thoughtfully. “Why don’t you go for Jake? I mean, he’s cute, he’s smart—”

“And boring. He is boring,” you interjected, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “Come on, Sarah, you know how I am. I need someone with a little more… edge…? Someone that could handle me but also play the game, you know?”

Sarah smirked, setting the lip gloss down and turning to face you. “Edge… Handling your attitude… I’m afraid that weirdly sounds like someone we both know.”

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” you said, shooting her a mock glare.

She laughed, completely unbothered. "What? I’m just stating the facts!" She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, my brother definitely fits both criteria, so…”

You were listening to her but stopped when your phone buzzed. Out of habit, you unlocked it and opened the notification from Instagram; Topper posted a new story and you watched it. The screen was filled with a shaky video of the beach, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over everything. You recognized some people, but your attention zeroed in on Rafe, right in the center of it all. He was grinning, his arm slung around a girl who was laughing and pulling him closer, like they were the only two people on the beach. 

You felt a quick, unwelcome pang in your chest.

“Hey, what’s got you so interested?” Sarah’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced back at her, masking any hint of emotion with a casual smirk.

You locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. “Nothing. Just Topper’s beach parties and Instagram stories.”

She gave you a skeptical look, folding her arms. “Don’t lie to me. I know you better than yourself, what did you see in that story, Y/N?”

You hesitated, but then shrugged, trying to play it off. “Rafe was at the party with some girl. A new girl. It’s not a big deal.”

“Ah, I see,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “You know he’s always messing around with someone new. But… I thought you didn’t care about what he was up to.”

“I don’t,” you said, a bit too quickly, crossing your arms. “He can do whatever the hell he wants.”

“Right. So, you don’t care at all?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Look, I just don’t get what’s so special about him that girls keep falling over themselves to be around him. That’s all.”

She nodded with a giggle. “Yeah, no, I definitely—”

“And doesn’t it bother anyone that he’s got a new girl every week? I mean, if I were one of those girls who actually liked him, I’d be furious. Wouldn’t you, Sar?” You barely paused before continuing, not even waiting for her answer. “It’s honestly just sad because Rafe really isn’t even all that. Sure, he can be fun and nice sometimes, but he’s also a huge asshole with a big fucking ego. Is it just me, or is everyone blind to that?”

Sarah was quiet for a moment, studying you with a thoughtful expression before she finally spoke up. “You know what? I think we could both use a break from overthinking anything about the opposite sex. How about we get out of here and grab some smoothies? I heard there’s a new spot by the marina.”

You nodded, grateful that she didn’t talk about your little moment. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Sarah grabbed her bag, giving you one last teasing smile. “Smoothies and maybe some retail therapy afterward?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, letting the idea of a carefree afternoon replace the lingering thoughts of Rafe. Whatever he was up to, it was his business. You weren’t about to let it ruin your day.

The soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic clinking of silverware filled the kitchen as you, Sarah, and Rafe gathered around the island, your weekly routine as ingrained as the family photos lining the walls. The night was settling in, casting a cozy stillness over the room. You were only half-listening as Sarah rambled on about her weekend plans, your attention instead focused on pushing pasta around on your plate, not particularly hungry.

Rafe sat across the counter, leaning back in his chair with an ease that always seemed to irritate you. He had been quiet, too but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, he broke the silence.

“Alright,” he began, raising an eyebrow at you, “what’s up with you tonight? You’re awfully quiet.”

You didn’t look up, keeping your tone purposefully casual. “Nothing’s up,” you replied, hoping he’d let it go. But you knew better.

“Come on,” he pressed, tilting his head in that infuriatingly smug way. “Where’s that feisty attitude you always have? Usually, by now, you’d have already made at least five smartass comments about my shirt or something.”

You let out a short, unimpressed laugh, finally meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe I just ran out of things to say about you, Rafael. Ever think of that?”

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Nah. You’ve got an endless supply of attitude, Y/N. I’d be shocked if you were ever actually out of material.” He took a sip from his glass, watching you over the rim with that familiar, infuriating smirk.

Sarah shot you a look, her mouth twisted in a tired smile as she mouthed, here we go. She had seen this routine a thousand times before.

“You really think I spend that much time thinking about you?” you fired back, folding your arms over your chest and fixing him with an unimpressed stare.

“Oh, I don’t think,” he replied smoothly, leaning in a little closer, “I know. Admit it. I’m in your head, aren’t I?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in your chair as you tossed him an indifferent look. “Right. You’re the center of my world, Rafe. Can’t you tell?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. “You know, when you’re this quiet, it’s like a fucking flashing neon sign saying, ‘Something’s up’. Might as well tell me now.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew that engaging with him like this was a slippery slope—once you started, he never let up. But for some reason, tonight, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Honestly, I don’t have the energy for your little mind games tonight,” you said, trying to sound as bored as possible. “So, if you’re expecting me to entertain you, you’re gonna be disappointed.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t believe that for a second,” he shot back, leaning back casually in his chair as if he had all the time in the world to wear you down. “You love this. Sparring with me? It’s basically your favorite hobby.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Didn’t realize my silence was such a tragedy for you.”

“Oh, it is. I mean, where else am I supposed to get my daily dose of attitude?” He leaned back, feigning a pout. “Come on, you’re no fun like this. Did something happen?”

You rolled your eyes, twirling your fork in the pasta as if it held your entire focus. “Why would you care? I’m sure you have more important things to worry about. Maybe more girl—”

Sarah let out a sigh, interrupting before Rafe could respond. “Honestly, do you two ever get tired of this? We’re supposed to be having dinner, and it feels like I’m watching some sort of weird rom-com.”

You shot Sarah an exasperated look. “There’s nothing romantic about this, Sar. It’s called surviving.”

“Right,” Sarah said, clearly unconvinced. “But could you maybe survive without the constant bickering? Just once?”

Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed by Sarah’s comment as he turned back to you. “I don’t know. I think she secretly enjoys it. You should see how she lights up when she gets going.”

“Fuck off,” you muttered, taking a long sip from your glass and hoping it would mask the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks.

He watched you with an amused glint in his eye, clearly picking up on your discomfort. “A little defensive, aren’t we? I mean, I’m just stating the obvious here. You’ve been on edge all night. Care to share with the class what’s really bothering you?”

You set your glass down with a little more force than necessary, fixing him with a glare. “You really think everything’s about you, don’t you?”

“Not everything,” he replied, shrugging casually. “Just the things that involve you. Because, for some reason, every time you’re in a mood, it usually has something to do with me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again, unsure of how to respond without giving anything away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hit a nerve, even if he had.

“What’s the matter, princess?” he continued, pushing his plate aside as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “Did something happen between you and Jake, huh? I thought you two were casually talk—”

You groaned, frustrated that he’d brought Jake into it. “There’s nothing to say about Jake. I’m just tired, okay? Not everything has to be about some guy.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Rafe replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. “But I’d say you’re a little more…on edge than usual. So, it has to be about that guy, right…”

“Jake’s got nothing to do with this,” you said, your tone steady. “Unlike you, he actually knows how to mind his own business.”

Well, you’re just lying because you’ve never taken the time to actually learn about Jake and what type of person he was. As bitchy as it sounded, you were using him as a distraction.

You stared at him, hoping your silence would be enough to make him drop it. But, of course, he didn’t.

Rafe crossed his arms as he studied you, his gaze never wavering. “So, you’re saying you prefer a guy who lets you get away with whatever you want, then?”

You scoffed. “No, Rafe. I am saying I prefer a guy who doesn’t feel the need to stick his nose into everything I do. You know, a guy who’s secure enough to let me be without constantly needing to provoke me.”

“Yeah, I see,” he replied, nodding softly. “So, basically, you’re looking for someone boring. Someone who doesn’t challenge you, who just lets you coast by. Am I right?”

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “You think you know me so well, don’t you? Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron. I can find someone else to annoy me if I really wanted to.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, but that infuriating smirk stayed in place, like he thrived on every bit of tension between you. He cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward, his voice a low, taunting whisper. “Oh yeah? Who, exactly? Jake? He’s perfect for you—goody-two-shoes, never steps out of the fucking line. Because, let’s be honest, you’d crush him. He’d never call you out, never push you.” He paused, and there was a bitterness beneath his words, hidden but unmistakable. “He’d be safe.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips, the pain creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. “At least Jake knows how to be respectful. He wouldn’t stoop to tearing me down just to get a rise. He wouldn’t need to.”

Rafe scoffed, his amusement tinged with a hint of anger. “Respectful? Fuck that. You want someone to play nice and tell you what you want to hear, go right ahead. But I think we both know that’s not what you really want.” He took a step closer, his gaze fierce, challenging. “You think I’m the bad guy because I’m not afraid to tell you the truth. I don’t play pretend. I’m not here to tell you sweet lies—I’d rather see who you really are, even if that means pissing you off.”

You narrowed your eyes, fury blazing in your chest. He was looking right at you, like he could see through every layer you tried so hard to put up. But there was something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of something that made your heart race even as anger burned within you. And you hated that he could do that—make you feel so exposed, so raw, yet so alive all at once.

But to him, this was just another game. He thrived on your frustration, on the way he could get under your skin with just a few well-placed words. It was a twisted power play, a battle neither of you were willing to lose. And for a moment, the air between you was charged, almost electrifying, the tension so thick it was nearly suffocating. 

You wanted to hate him, but a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right—if he really did see through to the parts of you that no one else dared to touch.

But that only made you angrier, and you felt a surge of resentment rise within you, pushing you over the edge. With a sudden flash of fury, you slammed your fists onto the table, the sound echoing through the room, your voice sharp and cutting. “You know what? Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.”

Without another word, you turned and stormed out.

The sound reverberated through the Cameron household, leaving a heavy silence. Rafe stood there, fists clenched, trying to swallow down the mix of anger and something else—something that felt dangerously close to longing.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at her brother. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

Rafe shot her a look, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “You don’t get it, Sarah. She’s… She’s infuriating.”

But then he hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the door you had just stormed out of. The edge of his lips twitched in a way that was all too vulnerable, too honest. “But there’s something about her,” he admitted, his voice softening. “She’s fierce and passionate. When she’s angry, it’s like she’s alive in a way I can’t help but be drawn to. It’s frustrating, but… but she’s not afraid to challenge me, to call me out.” He paused, searching for the right words, his heart racing.

“And so that makes it right for you to annoy her to that point?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t help it. I want her to see the real me, too. It’s like I can’t breathe when she’s around and then—when she leaves? It’s like the air just… disappears.” He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and desire etched across his features. “She challenges me in ways I never expected, and it drives me insane, but I can’t help but want more of her.”

“Wow,” Sarah said softly, her voice full of surprise. “I didn’t think I’d see the day Rafe Cameron talked about someone like this—but mess around with her like that one more time, and I’ll hurt you.”

The sun spilled into your bedroom, casting a warm glow that felt inviting. But you stirred, still brimming with the tumult of emotions from last night. Rafe’s words echoed in your mind—his teasing, the way he pushed your buttons, and the way your heart raced despite your annoyance. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over your head, hoping to drown out the memories.

But then laughter broke through the haze of your thoughts. It was bright and carefree, drifting in through the open window. Intrigued, you tossed off the blanket and slid out of bed, your curiosity piqued. A quick glance outside revealed the source of the joyful sounds: Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe were out by the pool, splashing water and playfully throwing each other around.

Rafe, wearing nothing but swim trunks that hung low on his hips, was the centerpiece of the scene, effortlessly drawing your gaze. His tanned skin glimmered, accentuating the muscles that rippled as he dove and surfaced in the water, laughter spilling from his lips, infectious and buoyant.

You caught yourself ogling him, eyes roaming over the way the water dripped from his hair, the way his body moved with ease and confidence. It wasn’t fair, really—how could someone be so effortlessly captivating? The sun caught the edges of his grin as he tossed Wheezie playfully into the pool, the sound of her laughter ringing out like music.

You were lost in the moment, so caught up in the heat of his gaze that you didn’t even notice the way your thighs clenched together, craving the contact that felt just out of reach. All you could think about was the overwhelming desire to touch him—everywhere. You imagined your hands gliding over his toned chest, feeling the hard flex of his biceps beneath your fingertips, tracing the lines of his powerful arms as they wrapped around your body, waist, and ass pulling you closer.

You wanted him. God, did you want him.

Why did he have this effect on you? Why was he constantly invading your thoughts, even now?

A sudden buzz from your phone pulled you from your reverie. You grabbed it from the bedside table and saw a message from Sarah: “Get your ass out here! We’re in the pool, it’s fun! You’ll want to join us!”

A smile tugged at your lips at Sarah's enthusiasm, but a moment of hesitation passed as you remembered the tension of last night. Still, you didn’t want to be the odd one out. With a determined sigh, you pulled yourself away from the window and began to get ready.

You rummaged through your drawers, searching for that one bikini that made you look stunning and earned you a handful of compliments every time you wore it. Finally, you found it: a deep emerald green that contrasted perfectly against your skin tone. It was cut high, accentuating your legs, the top was daring, showing just enough to leave to the imagination. You paired it with a pair of denim shorts.

You headed towards the back door, nerves swirling in your stomach. As you stepped outside, the head of the sun hit you like a wave, and the sounds of laughter grew louder.

“You’re awake!” Sarah exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful. “I thought we’d have to drag you out here!”

You laughed lightly, feeling a playful energy surge within you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” You shot back, trying to keep your tone light as you made your way toward the pool.

Wheezie exclaimed, eyes wide of admiration. “Wow, Y/N! Look at you!”

“Thanks!” you replied, trying to play it cool but secretly loving the attention. You glanced at Rafe, who had turned to face you, and your heart raced at the sight of him leaning against the pool’s edge, water cascading down his toned body.

His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and appreciation playing across his features. “Well, well, if it isn’t the queen herself,” he teased, that infuriating smirk stretching across his face. “Nice of you to join us.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, feigning indifference as you busied yourself with anything but him. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, a heated clash that left you reeling and more than a little irritated. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Oh, so I get the silent treatment?” he drawled, his voice dripping with playful disbelief. “I’m devastated,” he added, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly irresistible smirk that always made your heart flutter.

Instead, you focused on Sarah and Wheezie, who were gleefully splashing water at each other. You couldn’t help but feel the pull of their energy. 

Hours rolled by and you settled onto a lounge chair, you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, the heat of his gaze igniting your skin in a way that both thrilled and annoyed you. He was still in the pool, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You didn’t know but you were driving him crazy with that attitude of yours, this whole ignoring thing and your fucking bikini. 

Sarah and Wheezie went inside the house to prepare some snacks and drinks for us because we were getting hungry and thirsty, leaving only Rafe and you. 

You pulled your phone, pretending to scroll through social media, anything to distract yourself from the way your heart raced at his presence. A notification lit up your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jake’s name flash across the screen. The excitement surged through you as you opened the message:

"Hey, gorgeous. I really like you, and I’d love to take you out sometime. You in?"

He was cute—way too cute.

A grin crept onto your lips, and for once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the attention from someone who wasn’t toying with your emotions. Someone who actually seemed genuine. No games, no mixed signals. Just interest. The kind that felt refreshing after dealing with someone who never seemed to know what he wanted.

You barely had time to revel in it before Rafe’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and demanding. “What’s got you smiling like that?”

Your grip tightened on your phone instinctively, and you flicked your gaze up to him, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, nothing. Just a friend,” you said, slipping your phone screen down against your thigh.

Rafe wasn’t buying it. His eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over his face. “Just a friend, huh?” His voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one you knew too well. “Funny, you don’t usually smile like that over friends.”

You felt his eyes burning into you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. “Really? Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” you teased, biting back the smirk threatening to break free.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “Who was it?”

“Like I said, just a friend,” you repeated, your voice smooth, but now you were teasing on purpose. You could feel his irritation rising, and part of you enjoyed it. “What, are you jealous or something?”

He scoffed, though you didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened. “Why the hell would I be jealous?” he snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. “I’m just asking a question.”

“Uh-huh.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and tilting your head, watching him closely. “Right. Just a casual question, huh? Totally doesn’t sound like someone’s jealous.”

His hands were now resting on the edge of the pool, gripping it just a little too tightly. “I’m not jealous,” he repeated, but the way his gaze darted to your phone said otherwise. “But if it’s someone trying to get at you, then yeah, I wanna know. Who is it?”

“Someone,” you said vaguely, enjoying the fact that Rafe was teetering on the edge of losing it. “Someone who’s interested, clearly.”

Rafe’s eyes flared, and the jealousy in his voice became impossible to miss. “Interested in what? You?” His lips curled into a scowl, his muscles tense. “What, you think some random guy’s gonna—”

“Maybe,” you cut in, your smile growing. “Maybe he’s actually straightforward, you know? No mind games, no drama. Just a guy who knows what he wants.”

His brows shot up, the implication stinging. “And you think I don’t know what I want?”

You shrugged, not backing down an inch. “Well, you never seem to make it that clear. Maybe someone else is going to take your place as my—”

The possessiveness in his eyes flared. He pushed himself up out of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders as he moved closer, his presence looming over you. “No one’s stepping up, got it? No one’s taking my place.”

You met his gaze, unflinching, even as your heart raced a little faster. “Oh? And what exactly is your place, Rafe?”

He leaned in, the heat between you practically crackling. “You know damn well where my place is,” he murmured, his voice low, daring, yet with a hint of uncertainty creeping in. “And I’m not about to let some bitch ass slide in because you think I don’t care.”

You smiled, tilting your head, savoring the tension. “Seems like you do care. Maybe more than you want to admit.”

“Because I do care, Y/N,” he murmured softly, swiping his wet thumb across your cheek. “I told you already that I cared way too damn much.”

Rafe’s thumb lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body despite the heat of the day. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldn’t quite say aloud. The air between you was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. “Your way of showing it is fucked, Rafe.”

Your words were meant to cut, but they came out softer than you intended, almost like a challenge. His jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back with some cocky retort, he stepped even closer. The scent of chlorine and his skin invaded your senses, and you couldn’t help but notice how his muscles tensed as he towered over you, dripping with water, his presence commanding.

“I care,” he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a growl. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes, like he was making a decision in real time. “I care more than you know.”

Before you could muster a reply, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, your breath hitching as his lips hovered near your ear. “I think you know exactly what my place is,” he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken desire. “And you’re not running from it.”

His breath was hot against your skin, sending a wave of heat cascading down your spine. He didn’t move right away, as if savoring the tension that crackled between you, the nearness, the inevitability of it all. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as his lips brushed, ever so lightly, against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of your shorts as your body reacted to him, heat pooling low in your belly. “Rafe…” you whispered, not quite a protest, but not quite giving in either.

But he wasn’t about to back down now. He shifted closer, his mouth grazing the curve of your neck, soft at first, then firmer, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse race. Your skin ignited under his touch, and a low moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his lips trailing lower, his voice husky and thick with need. “That’s not some game. That’s real.”

Your body arched toward him of its own accord, your resistance melting as his hands slid down to your waist, fingers pressing firmly into your skin, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his lips teasing, torturing, as they brushed along your collarbone. Every touch, every whisper was setting your nerves alight, and you were dizzy with the intensity of it.

“You’re such an ass,” you muttered, trying to keep a shred of control, but your voice lacked conviction.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Maybe,” he agreed, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear again, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. “But you can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”

You hated how right he was. You hated how easily he could unravel you, how even now, you were leaning into his touch, craving more of it. But there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.

“Stop being so cocky,” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the desire that coursed through you.

But Rafe wasn’t in the mood to stop. His hand slid to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his, the coolness of his skin mingling with your own heat. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling as his lips grazed your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, just enough to make you shudder.

“Admit it,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a deep, rough command. “You want this.”

You closed your eyes, fighting to hold onto your last thread of self-control, but the tension between you was overwhelming, suffocating. His lips moved lower, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your breath came in ragged gasps as your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.

“Rafe…” you breathed, your voice barely audible, as his hand slid down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips hovering just above the place where your pulse raced beneath the surface.

“I want you, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his voice raw, filled with the desire that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever. “And I’m not letting anyone else have you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could think better of it, your hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, your body aching for the contact you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Your lips collided with his in a heated rush, all the pent-up tension and desire finally unraveling between you. Rafe’s hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. His lips were demanding, rough and hungry, but there was a softness to the way he held you, like he wanted to savor every second. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, feeling the slickness of the pool water on his skin as his body pressed against yours.

The taste of him, mixed with the faint tang of chlorine, was intoxicating. It was all-consuming, drowning out every rational thought. He kissed you like he was staking his claim, like he wanted to erase any trace of doubt from your mind, and for a moment, you let him. Your body responded instinctively, arching against his as his hands roamed down your back, gripping you tighter.

When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for air, Rafe’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper—something more vulnerable. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “I like you, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I like you so much it drives me crazy. No more pretending.”

You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of the cocky facade he usually wore, but it was gone. This was Rafe stripped bare, no teasing, no arrogance—just raw honesty. It made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the kiss.

Your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he was saying. Could you trust him? Could you really let your guard down and give in to this, knowing how easily he could hurt you?

But before you could overthink it, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and all your doubts melted away. At that moment, it didn’t matter what had happened before, or what might happen after. All that mattered was how he made you feel right now—wanted, desired, seen.

Rafe pulled back, his thumb brushing gently against your bottom lip, his eyes flicking between yours. “Tell me you feel it too,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading. “Tell me I’m not the only one. Tell me, princess.”

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. There was no point in pretending anymore. “You’re not,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “You drive me crazy, Rafe, too—I don’t want to feel this way, but I do.”

His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but there was relief in his eyes too, like he’d been holding his breath, waiting for you to say it. “Good,” he murmured, his hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked your cheek. “Because I don’t think I can let you go.”

[tacagen]

just came back to this and realized i really formulated it vaguely so you cant even say what i actually implied. elaborating: his ASS was CONVICTED after his first fight with barry and 100% on all the news since 'nothing ever happens in this damn time'!! his NAME is DIRECTLY LINKED TO THE REVERSE-FLASH IN THE ARCHIVES RIGHT BEFORE F*NISH L*NE!! NOT MENTIONING HIS 21ST CENTURY HISTORIC ACTIVITY(tho idk how exactly that works considering there are variants where reverse-flash's identity didnt make it to 25th century but there should be SO much documentation in 1 iron heights 2 ccpd+court since there mustve been trials to put him there in the first place 3 flash museum as it already existed in 21st century, using the information from 2 other sources above (which well. above all must be completely digitalized by 4 freakin centuries after. like cmon TF were they up to for that entire time if it didnt include making the info easier to access/find/etc at least once) so i cant see how that could possibly happen except for eo throwin all that shit fuck outta window at some point to keep the mystery for his pre-reverse era but then again he still needs all that info to check his own history and all the changes and it was shown to be in the archives (collected by other people before him) so? man i wish timey wimey actually made at least some sense in at least 1 flash variant. is it really too much to ask.)!! NO WAY THE KNOWLEDGE IS NOT PUBLIC!! EVERYBODY KNOWS!! ESPECIALLY PEOPLE WHO KNEW HIM FROM HIS PRE-SPEEDSTER ERA!! NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE MUSEUM STAFF SOME OF WHICH FALL ON THE PREVIOUS SPECTRUM AS WELL!!!! AND NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT CAUSE THE ONLY PRISON CAPABLE OF HOLDING SOMEONE OF HIS SPECTRE OF POWERS AGAINST THEIR WILL WAS BUILT BY HIM FOR PARADOX SINCE APPARENTLY HE IS THE ONLY COMPETENT PERSON OUT THERE and, well. thawne is obvs not stupid enough to include in the design his own cell (btw. does this mean that thawne as a time travelling time altering genius TM could be the one responsible for the complete incompetence and poor anti-meta/speedster equipment of police/gov forces/etc and lack of means of detention around his time so that he can do his silly little museum work and scheming (AND get to be the hero in case some outside force attacks since again no other compenent people and actual means of defence but him//renegades created by him and hunter??) and well. generally existing peacefully without worrying about getting imprisoned here too considering that even 21st century iron heights does, in fact, have the necessary kinds of technologies and use it successfully on meena and august and whoever else (not mentioning it was PERFECTLY CAPABLE to contain thawne himself for some time) because there REALLY is no other fucking explanation on how THOSE of ALL things are lost and forgotten in 25th as well.). the central city of 25th century just has to live with the fact there is this murderous speedster that still works a normal job, can do pretty much anything with the city and time itself (but actually usually doesnt because hes hyperfixated and busy running his precious museum but yk threat is still there.) and no one can stop him from it and with being fully aware of it all. also if it wasnt enough at least PART if not majority of 25th century public actually thinks he IS a hero after the paradox's defeat. the internet arguments about him must be unmatched. also i think he (and his museum tours especially) is an obscure tourist attraction now. like cc's people at this point be like look at our local little deranged squeak squeak from the flash museum that basically owns the city and can do whatever he wants and also dies an unreasonable amount of times regularly. his appearance was foretold by flash's history because that rat can time travel and you can literally see him both on display and explaining all that including his involvemet live on his museum tours. so silly. so fucking insane. where else could you possibly have this.

typed some Thoughts in the tags but then realized it should be a separate post.