#AND THE FACE KEN DOES AFTER TO KILL ME

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THIS! I SCREAMED SO LOUD WHEN NATE SAID THAT CAUSE SOMEONE NEEDED TO SAY! THANK YOU NATE!!

Succession 4.07 “Tailgate Party”

[morningsharksworld]

*coughs* *drops this and runs away*

~~something something hazard excitedly trying to recount a mission, visibly struggling as reader is, quote unquote, bouncing on it~~

Whimpering like a dog

Hazard x Reader [NSFW MDNI]

A/N: I’m sorry but I couldn’t pass this up, if you know me, I’m in it for whatever to make hazard the biggest fucking bottom because I’m a former believer THAT HE DOES BOTTOM. BUT what about if he gets desperate mid way? FAIR WARNING I got out of my comfort zone for this one. Anyway thank you for the request muzzle anon 👹✨.

Summary: you just couldn’t help yourself…could you? 🤨

Hazard’s bed had always been a sanctuary after long, grueling missions. Tonight was no exception. The soft sheets carried a faint hint of his cologne, mixing with the scent of gunpowder and adrenaline he hadn’t fully washed away. He’d collapsed onto the mattress not long after walking in, but the moment you joined him, his weariness melted away.

Your head rested against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into a sense of peace. His arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you close as if afraid you’d slip away.

“And then—oh, Hen, ye should’ve seen it—I pulled this mad move where I flipped the bloody turret right back on ‘em” Hazard was saying, his voice animated despite his exhaustion. His words carried the unmistakable cadence of his homeland, warm and lilting even as he recounted the chaos.

You loved how his eyes lit up when he talked like this, how even the smallest victories seemed monumental in his retellings. But tonight, your focus wavered. As he spoke, your hips subtly shifted, your thighs pressing together as a warmth bloomed low in your belly.

Hazard’s voice faltered the first time you shifted against him, though he tried to continue. “So, anyway, I ducked under—ach...” A soft gasp escaped him when your movements became deliberate, your hips pressing gently against his growing arousal.

“Hen…” he whispered, his tone wavering between a plea and a warning.

You looked up at him with feigned innocence, your hands splayed across his chest. “What’s wrong?” you asked innocently, your lips curving into a playful smirk.

His cheeks flushed a deep red, and his gaze flickered away for a moment before returning to yours. “Ye ken exactly what yer daein” he murmured, his voice breathy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied, your movements slowing but not stopping.

Hazard groaned, his hands moving instinctively to your hips to still you. “Ach, I just got back from a mission” he said, though the protest in his tone was weak. “Ye’re supposed tae be helpin’ me relax.”

Your grin widened as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “And I’m doing just that” you whispered, your voice dripping with mischief.

Hazard shivered beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening. His resolve was crumbling, and you could see it in the way his eyes darkened, his breathing growing heavier. “Yer bloody impossible” he muttered, though the way his hands began guiding your movements told a different story.

“Maybe…” you teased, leaning down to press a kiss to his neck. “But you love it.”

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Hazard’s cheeks flushed a deeper red as your fingers traced lazy circles over his chest, your hips bouncing with deliberate slowness. His breathing grew ragged, and he couldn’t suppress the soft whimpers that escaped his lips. “Ah- H-Hen, yer killin’ me here” he murmured, his voice trembling every time he moaned. You could feel him twitching every time you got him inside of you fully.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence as your hand slid up to cup his jaw, tilting his face so he couldn’t avoid your gaze. “Killing you?” you teased, leaning closer until your lips hovered just above his. “I’m still listening to you” Hazard swallowed hard, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as though they were the only thing grounding him. “Aye, but I-I cannae focus when ye’re ridin’ me like this—Fuck!” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“but you look so pretty like this, all flustered and needy.” you replied, your lips ghosting over his. You could only smirk at him, but that smirk would quickly be rubbed off of you as soon as mistimed thrust slams into you with enough force to make you cry out, your hand instinctively clawing at his forearm in protest.

He seems oblivious—or had gotten more desperate—his pace now unrelenting. His head falls back, his arms now wrapped around your waist tight as you feel his chest heaving as he continues, driven by raw need, treating you as little more than an outlet for his desire. You tried to protest but you could only let out incomprehensible words and whines.

He growls in response, a harsh sound torn from his throat as his grip on your thighs tightens, the pressure teetering on the edge of pain. He bites your shoulder, Hard.

It stings obviously, the ache sinking into your skin, but your thoughts betray you, screaming for him for more—harder, harder, harder.

Your hand smacks against his shoulder, nails dragging down his skin in a futile attempt to regain some control.

Hazard reacts instantly, sitting up with you still in his grasp, his strength unyielding. The sudden shift sends your vision swimming, colors and shapes blurring together as he positions you squarely on his lap.

You barely have a moment to process before he’s lifting and lowering you, his hands guiding your movements with relentless determination. His face presses into the crook of your neck, his ragged breaths hot against your shoulder as he chases his own release, using you without restraint.

“Love, I cannae—” His voice cuts off with a low groan, his hold tightening as his rhythm becomes erratic.

The sensations come in a rush—your body feels swollen and overstimulated, electricity crackling under your skin. Then, in an instant, your body jolts as a wet heat fills you, his release leaving everything slick and sticky as he buries himself deep.

Both of you are left trembling, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his breathing slowly evens out. “Fuck, Hen…” he murmurs hoarsely, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you close as the moment lingers.

Hazard’s breathing gradually slows, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you as though trying to keep you anchored to him. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment, the warmth and tenderness of the gesture a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just passed.

“Yer alright?” he asks softly, his voice low and rough, the concern threading through it despite his own exhaustion.

You nod against his chest, your body still humming with the aftermath, but a comforting heaviness settling in as you rest against him. “Yeah” you murmur, your hands trailing absentmindedly along the planes of his chest, finding solace in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Hazard shifts slightly, his movements slow and careful, mindful of your comfort. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head. “I’ve got ye” he whispers, as if reassuring both of you, and you can feel the protective, possessive energy settle around you like a blanket.

The silence lingers for a moment, then his lips curl into a teasing smile as he brushes a hand over your back, his voice just above a whisper. “Shut ye up earlier, did I?”

You swat at his chest, half-amused, half-flustered. “Shut up” you mutter, burying your face in his shoulder to hide the embarrassment creeping across your face.

He laughs again, his voice soft but teasing as he nuzzles into your hair. “I’ll make sure I remember that, Hen. Next time, I’ll keep ye screamin’ for hours, aye? I’ll not let ye get quiet so easily.”

[gojo-enthusiast]

Kento Nanami ~

Wake Me Up

*Sleep Sex* MDI, 18+ Only! Kento wakes you up to a sweet surprise *😉* after working a long day fighting curses. Do not read if it triggers! Anyways, enjoy my first piece 😈

Word count: <2200

PSA: did not proof read, honestly I’m always horny for JJK men, so beware and stay tuned for more disgusting pieces. Also are we gonna talk about how fucking hot Nanami is in season 2???? Follow me on X (Twitter)

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You had stayed awake until midnight, taken your shower, exfoliated, & shaved.

"Ken should be home anytime soon" checking your phone seeing the time

6:00 PM

Getting yourself all prepped and ready for him to come home to a sweet surprise. You had been aching all day long, this morning he had been loving on you, slowly caressing your thighs, and right when he was going to put his hands into your heat, his phone starts ringing,

“Fuck. Who is calling me?” He groans grabbing his phone, “What the fuck does Satoru want.” He groans once again. Your husband was not one to cuss often, only when he was upset, (usually at Satoru) or when he was fucking you.

“What is it Gojo-San?” Nanami ask begrudgingly,

“Nanamiiiiii-“ Satoru says in a shrill

You didn’t hear all that was said, but the moment the called ended, your husband stood up and kissed your forehead.

“So sorry my love, but I have to leave. I promise we will finish what we started when I get home.” He says smiling faintly.

“Everything okay?” You ask, wrapping the sheets around you as he gets in the shower to get ready to leave for another day of killing curses. A job you hated so much, but you knew that him working his office job, was only making him feel suffocated, and had no meaning to his life.

“Yeah, just some curses. Nothing to be worried about. Satoru is out of town, I have to take the new kid Yuuji Itadori with me today.” He says washing his face, you see the bubbles of the soap form, and sink down his skin to the drain. You look down, and see his member hard as a rock, he looked frustrated.

“You sure we can’t fix that before you go?” You smirk, “Don’t tease me, or you’ll regret it later on.” He groans, you watched as he slightly stroked it in the shower, you watched, knowing he was about to burst any second. He wanted to fuck you right then and there, but he knew if he did, he would be late, and he wouldn’t stop. And then there it was, he had finished all over his hand, the water washing it off.

“Fuck. I wish that was in me right now.” You moan, “Get out before you tempt me anymore.” He says as he looks away from you. You do as he says, you already know how hard working your husband is, that’s why you spent the whole day pampering yourself, getting a facial, getting your nails done, everything that would make you feel and look done up. You knew how much your husband loved to see you all dolled up and manicured. I mean he didn’t work so hard for nothing. He always wanted you to be able to feel spoiled, and go definitely spoil yourself with his money.

But little did you know, your husband would be working overtime today. And you would be passed out by the time he got home.

Hubby🩵: Baby I'm running late today, I promise I will be home as soon as I can. I love you. - 6:02PM

Your husband is always home by 6PM, so you knew if he wasn’t, it was definitely something a little more serious. But you know your husband, he’s a grade 1 sorcerer, he will be home in no time.

As you lay in bed, watching some trashy reality TV, trying to stay awake. You look over at the clock

11:46PM

You feel your eyes getting heavy, the red wine you had drank during dinner finally hit you. And next thing you know, you’re cuddled under the blankets to a pillow, asleep, wishing it was your husband.

It was 1 in the morning, and Nanami finally made it home. Walking inside the house, feeling sluggish, and ready to lay in bed next to his wife, and feel her warmth.

“I need to shower.” He mutters to himself. He steps into the guest bathroom, which he usually does after a mission, because he doesn’t want to get your shared bathroom dirty. Washing off his day, feeling his muscles finally loosen up.

His phone rings again, it’s Satoru;

“What the fuck do you want Satoru?” Nanami hisses, “hey hey calm down Nanami-San, I just wanted to thank you for taking Yuuji, and taking care of those curses. Get some rest, and some ass. Ijichi told me how grumpy you were today. Take the day off tomorrow.” Satoru giggles to himself, “Was planning on it, now leave me alone.” Nanami says back, hanging up.

His phone beeps, showing that he received a text message,

Satoru Gojo: YOUR WELCOME, have fun😼

Nanami: 🖕🏻

Satoru Gojo: 🫶🏻

He finally turns his phone off, wrapping the towel around his waist, walking out the restroom down the hall, to your shared bedroom. He knows you’re asleep, there’s no way you stayed up this late for him. He walks into the bedroom, and your bottom half is under the blankets, while your top half is completely nude, and you’re sprawled out.

“Fuck, where is your clothes?” He mutters, feeling his cock stiffen, becoming erect. He climbs into bed, leaning in kissing your lips, then kissing your cheek, to your neck. “Damn it, I can’t do this while she’s sleeping.” He groans.

You had always told him how you would love to wake up to him in between your legs, but Nanami was such a “consent” man, which you loved about him, he was so respectful to you, and treasured your body, but you sometimes just wanted him to take charge and do something that wasn’t so good boy / gentlemen behavior. He remembered the conversation as he stroked himself next to you, “fuck it.” He says to himself, taking the blanket off your body.

Seeing your white laced panties, his cock at this point was throbbing. “Such a pretty little thang aren’t you?” He whispers in the crook of your neck, climbing on top of you, placing kisses down your neck, going down to your breast, starting the suck on your nipples. Placing his teeth in between your nipple, slightly biting it. Causing a moan to come out of you, while you were asleep.

“Mmm dreaming about me baby? You should wake up so you can catch the live action.” He says swirling his tongue around your areola and nipple. He started the bring himself down to your heat, sliding your panties down swiftly. “Oh how I have craved to taste you all day.” He says opening your folds with his fingers, gently placing his tongue on your clit immediately. He knew your body more than you did, and he definitely knew where you liked it the most. He quickens the pace of his tongue, sucking on your clit, you’re moaning in your sleep. Dreaming of your husband in between your legs, he doesn’t stop, wanting to taste your juices all over his tongue. He starts to rub his index and middle finger on your clit, rubbing it up and down quickly, as his tongue dips into your hole, tasting you deeply. Your eyes start to flutter open, and you’re moaning loudly now, seeing your husband in between your legs. “Ken-kento. What are you- what- ugh yes.” You try to ask what he’s doing, but he has no desire to respond back to you, his only desire is to make you cum over and over until you have melted into him. That knot in your stomach has finally snapped, and your finishing all on his tongue, he flicks his tongue up, tasting every drop coming out. “Ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkk” you groan bucking your hips up, practically humping into his face. “Yes baby just like that.” He says, still rubbing your clit, and abusing your hole with his tongue. He had one of your legs pinned down with his free hand. And the other one, was pinned down by his elbow, as he was still flicking your clit. As he continues to abuse your poor clit into overstimulation, you feel yourself about to bust. And there it was, exactly what he was wanting. You to squirt all over him, “KENTOO-!” You loudly moan, “stop, oh my god.” You cry out in pure ecstasy. You look up and see his face dripping with your liquid.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He says licking his lips, wiping his face with his towel. “Nanami-“ you pant, “yes baby?” He says, moving up to you, positioning himself to enter. “I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he brings his head down and starts to kiss you, sticking his tongue in your mouth. “I missed you too baby.” He kisses down your neck, sucking on it, leaving hickies all over. Because why not?

“I tried staying up,-ugh, Kento I tried staying awake.” You moan, as he starts to slide himself inside slowly, he was big, not only did this man have a long cock, but the girth was the size of a coke can. So he always had to slowly go in, never forcing himself in too fast. “I’m sorry baby I was late- ugh, today was so-fuck, - it was- so-s-so stress-stressful.” He moans, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing cock, he felt like he could burst at any moment possible.

“Damn baby you feel so so good.” Kento says finally pushing that last inch inside of you. Stretching you out at full capacity. “This sweet pussy has been on my mind since this morning. Can’t believe I went the whole day.” He pants, starting to thrust faster, “yes Kento, just like that.” You’re moaning into his ear, “fuck me baby.” You say looking into his eyes.

And that was it, that was the string that kept your husband in control, once it snapped, he and you were done for. Your pussy was about to be his flesh light. He starts pounding into you, kissing your G-spot with each thrust, you had came 3 times in the last 30 minutes from his cock alone. He kept edging himself, you knew he didn’t want it to end. He would fuck you fast and hard, and as soon as he felt like he was about to bust, he was slowing down. “Kentoooo- cum inside of me.” You moan out, “not yet baby, I’m not ready to finish.” He groans, feeling himself overstimulating himself. “Baby you feel so good. We fit perfect for each other. You belong to me, do you understand?” He says, you know it’s not a question, it’s a fact. You are his, and he is yours. And he will kill anyone who tries to get in between you two. He even thought about killing Satoru, for calling him before he was supposed to even be up getting ready to leave.

“Kento, I love you.” You moan into his ear, cumming again for the 4th time, “yes princess, cum for me.” He moans, finally about to reach his high. He’s pounding into you, with no desire to stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes-yes, I’m gonna cum in you, princess.” He whimpers, groaning in your ear, “yes baby, cum in me.” Your moaning, and that’s when he finally does, shooting his hot cum deep inside of you. Feeling your chest go up and down. The sweat from his forehead dripping down.

“Damn, that felt amazing.” He pants, staying on top of you, not yet taking himself out of you. “It was.” Your panting in union with your husband. “I just showered too.” He laughed, finally rolling off of you, pulling you to him, to kiss you.

“I’m sorry I was so late today, today was long.” He sighs, kissing your nose. “That’s okay baby. I understand.” You say nuzzling your head into his sweaty chest, not a care in the world.

“Princess, let’s take a shower before bed. I’ll change the sheets when we get out.” He says lifting you up, seeing his cum drip from your core. “Fuck that’s so sexy.” He whispers to himself, caring you to the shower, turning it on.

“Princess?” He looks at you, as you step in the shower,

His cum is dripping down your thighs, and your cheeks are red. He felt his cock twitch in excitement, I mean you guys usually go a couple rounds, so what would hurt if you both went again.

“I know you’re tired, and I’m tired. But, I’m going to need you to bend over and hold the shower rail.” He says, you look over and you see his cock rock hard again.

“Yes daddy.” You smirk, you silently thanking the universe you told your husband to give you head while asleep. It was going to be an exceptionally long shower & long night.

[cheriecoke]

RYLIE . . . no cuz tbh i had a thought HEAR ME OUT 😇😇 ermm semi nsfw . . .

vampire bf! kento who hates sinking his teeth into u cuz he does need a little bit of ur human blood to keep him going . he thinks it hurts u too much , but after finding out u like the way his soft tongue runs against ur neck n sharp of his teeth meet ur skin , nanami' s chuckling to himself . his pretty, innocent girl likes when he uses u to his disposal ? he's more than happy to comply ><

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BLOODLUST — nanami kento

YUYU I AM HEARING YOU OUT !!!! I AM LISTENING I AM ALL EARS OMGOMGOMG umm kinda nsfw ?? minors dni ig !!!

it starts out weeks before, when the two of you are making out on the couch. you’re sitting on his lap, your smaller hands resting against his chest as he kisses you over and over again.

the inside of your mouth tastes so good already, and kento can’t help but wonder what your blood tastes like too. he’s wondered about it a lot, recently, but he promised himself he wasn’t going to be that kind of vampire. he wasn’t going to kill humans, and he certainly isn’t going to drink from the girl he cares about so deeply. 

but you’re just so pretty on his lap, and you smell so good. the blood under your sweet skin pumps through your body, and you’re so warm, it’s such a distraction, such a contrast to his cold palms. 

you squeeze his shoulders and let out a little breath of air as kento takes his lips from your own, kissing down your jaw before his mouth is right over the vein of your neck, the tendons that flex every time you move your head. 

“kento,” you say, your voice high-pitched and soft. it’s the most angelic sound he’s ever heard in his life. really, he’s not sure if he ever had control of the situation; if, maybe, that sharp little addiction to human blood would start to come back with you so close to him all the time. 

he grazes his teeth over your neck and inhales, before biting softly, letting your sweet blood flood into his mouth. nanami moans, straining, and he nearly comes in his pants at how good you taste. 

you let out a gasp, your hands threading tightly through his hair as he licks the blood softly into his mouth, savoring the taste. 

it doesn’t last long, though. he realizes, quickly, he’s made a mistake, and he pulls away at your sharp little sound, because it must hurt so bad. 

“oh god,” he says, hands running all over your cheeks at your dazed expression, an shaky touch caressing your face. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. shit. i’m sorry.” and he really is so sorry, because he’s an old vampire, and he shouldn’t be losing control so easily. especially not when he’s around his girl, the one person in the entire world he doesn’t want to hurt. 

“ken—“ 

he kisses the two little punctures on your neck.

nanami remains gentle, even though something animalistic possesses him, then, at the very obvious evidence that you’re his. 

“i’m sorry,” he says again, but it’s a little weak, less apologetic than he meant it to be. but you’ve already moved on, kissing him with a renewed passion as you slip his shirt off. 

he starts to notice, after that, you push his face into your neck a lot. 

still, it doesn’t hit him immediately, what you’re getting at. nanami gets so lost in you that a part of his logic switches off, and things that normally would’ve been obvious to him just aren’t anymore.

so, he kisses you more on your neck, leaves gentler little love bites, even if he'd much rather tear open the skin and let that sweet nectar pour into his lips. 

this time, you’re under him, spread out for him on the bed in the little black lingerie set you'd pretended to be too shy to wear.

he wants you more now than he ever has; ever since he got that little taste of your blood, it’s been all he thinks about. 

nanami loves you, though, and he’s not that type of man. he’s not going to ask you if he can have a tiny little sip of your blood again, because he refuses to put you through any pain for his own pleasure. 

but its almost impossible to resist you when you keep pressing your face into his neck, making those sweet little sounds as you writhe beneath him. 

“kento,” you say, a breathy moan leaving you, and he hums against you as a response, his fingers skimming across your body. “i want…” 

you don’t finish your sentence, but press his face into your neck again, tightening your grip on his hair. nanami laughs against your throat. “what do you want? gotta tell me, pretty.”

your cheeks grow hot, but you arch up into him as his fingers slip inside of you. “bite me,” you say, unable to look at him, too embarrassed by your desire. “like you did before. please, please.” 

nanami stops for a moment, glances up at your with a wrinkled brow, confusion locked in his irises. “bite you?” he hesitates, then lets the pearly fangs slip over his lips. “you mean…”

your eyes widened, gloss over with lust as you nod slowly, trying to get him back in your arms. but nanami laces his fingers with yours, pins you to the bed, his eyes darkening as he laughs. 

“oh,” he says, swirling his tongue along your vein as you whimper, squeezing his hand. of all the requests you might make, that, somehow, didn’t cross his mind. “you like it?” his fangs scrape over your skin, the smoothness of his tongue against your neck driving you wild. 

you whimper, and squeeze your ankles around his own, the desperation answer enough. 

nanami grins, breathless, and really, he shouldn’t have been surprised. you’re so desperate, hungry for him sometimes, his sweet girl who turns into such a fiend for him when no one’s looking. “you should've just told me," he licks a smooth circle around your vein, "don’t have to be embarrassed about it, sweetheart."

nanami pierces the skin, the hot, warm liquid flooding his lips, and you cry out again, but this time, nanami senses the pleasure in it rather than pain. the way that you fall apart, let him take you completely under control, and enjoy it.

"you're mine," nanami says, his voice horse, blood coating his teeth and his lips, the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. "no one's ever going to taste you but me, understand?"

you nod, whispering a string of incoherent syllables that nanami, in his drunken mind, can't be bothered to decipher.

he groans against your neck, truly believe that even if his damned soul could reach heaven, it wouldn’t be any better than this. 

[brotherwtf]

Fem!Jhon sounds absolutely delicious!!! I imagine she would be the one to pursue Gale but Gale would be so head over heels for her 🔥 will treat her like queen

FEM JOHN FEM JOHN GIVE IT UP FOR FEM JOHN (a singular person starts clapping)

shoving this into a modern au bcs it makes the most sense to me, but she would totally be the baddiest of baddies, tall and curvy with thick thighs and great ass, thinking she's very athletic and strong so she's just a very large woman in general

maybe she's a soccer player or smth like that, imagining Gale as a bartender or barista or smth, and Bucky (we're calling her that idk what her name should be) and she runs into him after practices, instantly makes it her mission to get this guy to fall in love with her

she's flirting with him any chance she can get, being obnoxious and stupidly charming as always, and she can tell that Gale is already hopelessly smitten with her

Bucky doesn't want to make the first move, so she plays it out until Gale finally folds and asks her on a date, goes back to her team triumphantly with Gale's number in her phone

their first date is classic romcom shit, Gale is literally speechless when he sees Bucky in a dress and heels, simply cannot tear his eyes away from how damn hot she looks

their relationship dynamic is very "she's everything and he's just ken" bcs Bucky is very outgoing while Gale just watches everything she does with heart eyes and the stupidest lovesick impression on his face at all times

Gale loves to worship her body, takes his time kissing every inch of skin he can find, leaving beautiful red marks on her breasts and thighs, loves to make Bucky slowly come undone beneath his touch, until she's arching into him with a prolonged moan

Gale is such a goddamn munch though, would spend hours between Gale's thighs if he could, is one of those guys that basically begs their girlfriends to sit on their face. Bucky's like "what if I kill you" and Gale's like "what a helluva way to die, amen" and Bucky can't help but smile

Gale spoils Bucky so much, even when she doesn't ask for things. Makes her breakfast, helps with her hair, kisses her every second of the day when he can. He just loves his girlfriend so much :((

might write a drabble for this, lmk what y'all want to see for fem!John !!

[misshoneyimhome]

Hello lovely!! Hope you had a fab time at the game🥰

I have been thinking a lot about our lil slutty Willy interview and have some thoughts swirling…I love a good oblivious Will and that’s why it cracks me up that he said he’ll know when he finds someone worth spending time on! My thought is you and Will have decided not to label anything, started as friends then FWB, but now you’re towing the line of needing to have that what do we want conversion. Then Will does that interview in Sweden and with all the media you start believing that it is in fact a one sided thing plus he’s obviously coming back even more famous, the thought of him wanting you is laughable so you distance yourself - as he said himself, if he found someone he wanted to be with he would know. So Will gets back from the long roadie to your belongings removed from his apartment and it kills him to know you’re hurt by him and your presence in the flat gone, at the next game some of the other WAGs give it to him and it sparks some realization about his words and there’s some feelings he that need to be expressed so he doesn’t lose you so he immediately sets off to your place post game…

Oh bb, thank you, it was so amazing! I absolutely love it 🥰 omg, oblivious!Willy is one of my favourites - and your idea… absolutely mad for it! Let’s face it, Willy’s the most adorable manly man, but he might not always be the sharpest when it comes to feelings - especially his own (I of course have no idea, I don't know him, and this is obv all in my head) 😉 So, of course I had to write a piece, and I really hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I did writing it ❤️

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I Needed To Lose You To Love Me I William Nylander

William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius - the handsome Swedish lad with multiple names and an incredible talent for hockey.

There he was, flashing a massive grin on his stunning face while casually appearing on a Swedish talk show during the Global Series tour, where the team had been fortunate to play two NHL games in William's hometown: Stockholm.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself, hearing his laughter and noticing his effortlessly cool choice of attire: a white tank top that accentuated his toned torso and showcased his sculpted arms, almost resembling an ideal Ken doll. Oh, the audacity he had to look like that, you thought. If you hadn't had the privilege of touching and feeling his skin and physique, you'd think he was photoshopped.

Yet, despite the pleasant sight of the Swedish hockey star on TV, a tight knot formed in your stomach.

_

Several months back, you and William had transitioned your cherished friendship into something more.

It wasn't initially the plan, but amid the laughter, playful teasing, and banter that sometimes pushed boundaries, it was impossible to ignore the subtle flirtation and electric chemistry between you.

You both had a deep understanding of each other, and with your bond quickly evolving into a close relationship, it came as no shock when you eventually gave in to the enticing temptations and ended up spending a night together. One of many to follow.

And without a doubt, there were no regrets about it.

William wasn't just the most stunning and attractive man with his Greek god-like physique that you'd ever been intimate with; he was also the most attentive and considerate person during sex.

His primary goal was always to ensure your pleasure came first before his own – a non-negotiable rule. Rule number two: if he had the chance to make you reach several orgasms, he'd eagerly pursue it. And as for rule number three, no surface was off-limits for a passionate session. Though it all began in the bedroom, after a couple of months, nearly every available flat surface in both your homes had felt the touch of your skin. And the back seats of his car. Even one time, you almost did it at the rink, but strange noises had interrupted, and you’d decided it was too risky. And lastly, rule number four, arguably the most crucial – there was no room for shame.

Never once did William make you feel self-conscious about your body or anything else. He consistently praised your curvy figure, mentioning the elegance and strength of your legs, complimenting your soft skin, and offering sweet words about your captivating eyes and inviting lips. Even on your most challenging days, William had the knack for making you feel like the goddess he truly believed you were.

God, that Swede sure had a way with words.

But as much as you loved him for it, there was an equal measure of frustration building up within you.

What had started as a close-knit friendship with mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex was beginning to stir up other emotions. Despite the mutual understanding that both of you had repeatedly mentioned – how comfortable it was to have a close relationship without defining it – you couldn't shake off what it had become.

You spent so much time together that your connection almost naturally transformed into something akin to a relationship. Yet, it never quite crossed that line.

Despite your unwavering support for him after every game, win or lose, staying over at his place several days a week, talking on the phone while he was on the road, the relationship between you seemed to stall, never progressing beyond its current state.

And one day, you realised you had to address the issue head-on.

Though you understood the risk involved – what if William didn't share the same thoughts? Yet, you also acknowledged that avoiding the topic wasn't the solution. You needed clarity about what this was between you and what aspirations, if any, you shared for its future.

You tried once to bring it up.

Softly and tentatively, you had asked, "Hey Willy, do you think maybe we should have a talk about this?"

"What talk?" he replied, clearly unaware of what you meant.

"You know, about where we're at and what we mean to each other?"

"I thought we agreed not to label anything?"

He gave you a puzzled look. There was no anger, annoyance, nor rejection in his expression. The thought just merely hadn't occurred to him.

Feeling disheartened, you withdrew your intentions.

"Oh... yeah, right. Forget I said anything."

And so, once again, you found yourself in emotional turmoil.

So tonight, watching the TV show was definitely emotionally draining.

Throughout this tour, you couldn't help but notice the immense attention William was receiving, and it became increasingly evident how much more famous he would become upon the team's return to Toronto.

Though, you'd always admired how effortlessly grounded and laid-back William remained, the nagging thought persisted that this newfound attention might alter things for him, and perhaps between the two of you.

The mere idea of confessing your deep feelings for him felt almost comical. How could he ever feel the same for you when he was who he was? With everyone competing for his attention, why would he choose you?

And as your mind grappled with its own conclusions, William's words tipped you over the edge when he was questioned about seeking a relationship.

"I'm not actively seeking one at the moment. I'm fully focused on the season ahead. It's a big year, and my attention is solely on that part. When the right person comes, it just happens and I’ll know; it's not something I'm stressing about."

‘When the right person comes.’

Right person.

Those words hit you hard, sinking your heart deep into your chest. You felt a sharp pang, your veins constricted, and your throat tightened.

In that very moment, it became painfully clear – you weren't the right person for him.

_

The Leafs had a fantastic run in Sweden during their Global tour, and naturally, you were ecstatic on their behalf.

However, after hearing William's remarks during the talk show, you made a decision to take a step back and give the both of you some space.

Besides, if he wanted more from your relationship, he would have shown it by now – right?

So, while the team was away on a roadie, you took the opportunity to gather all the items you'd left at his place over the time you spent together. Your clothes in the drawer, bathroom essentials, the line-up of shoes in the hallway – all your belongings.

You chose to create some distance, minimising contact to nearly nothing, allowing him to focus on hockey and whatever else he needed. Simultaneously, it gave you the opportunity to take care of your feelings and your own well-being.

However, your sudden lack of communication didn't escape notice, especially not when William walked into his condo and immediately sensed something was missing.

His bathroom now appeared empty without your items occupying space on the counter. The absence of laundry piled next to the bed, a discussion you'd previously had about who would take care of it, was noticeable. His fridge and snack cupboard stood empty since you hadn't restocked them.

In essence, every little hint of your presence was gone.

William immediately sensed that you were hurt. He knew you well enough to recognise that whenever you felt hurt, you tended to withdraw and focus on sorting through your thoughts.

However, he wasn't entirely certain what had caused it.

Suddenly, all your regular interactions – snapping, texting, sharing Instagram reels, and worst of all, the phone calls – were missing. He hadn't heard from you in almost a week, and he started to worry.

Moreover, he deeply missed you.

It wasn't just the fun you shared; he missed his dear friend and the person he looked forward to seeing at his home. The one he always yearned for after every road trip, the person he longed to touch, kiss, and hold in his arms. You were the one he could open up to about anything, from the highs and lows of hockey to personal talks about his family.

However, you weren’t there.

Understanding your need to seek space when something troubled you, William also maintained his distance. He didn't want to disrupt your need for peace and solitude, yet his thoughts were consumed by the question; what had happened during the tour to prompt your current behaviour?

In fact, he thought about it for the following days, until the next home game against the Panthers.

The game itself ended on a high note with a 2-1 victory, and William had a stellar performance, scoring a goal and adding an assist.

However, despite the positive outcome, his thoughts were elsewhere. You were still absent, not there to cheer alongside the wives and girlfriends as you typically would.

After the game, he still found himself unable to comprehend your behaviour, and as the players exited the locker room to meet their partners just outside, Stephanie couldn't help but notice the distant look in William's gaze.

However, when she asked him about the situation, he was utterly clueless, prompting her to let out a light chuckle.

"You really don't know, do you?” Stephanie offered him a friendly smile.

"What do you mean?" William remained completely unaware.

"She likes you, you dumbass,” Tessa chimed in with a laugh.

"What?"

"Yeah, she's totally into you... can't you see that?" Stephanie explained.

"No... I mean, maybe - I don't know..." William was bewildered.

Sure, you had mentioned something about discussing your relationship, but hadn't you both agreed a long time ago not to label anything? Or had things evolved without either of you realising it?

"Come on, man, she's crazy about you - and let's be real, you're head over heels for her too," Mitch chuckled in agreement.

"But then why distance hersself like this? She's been avoiding me for days…" William questioned, genuinely puzzled.

"Well, maybe it has something to do with what you said on that Swedish talk show - that you weren't seeking a relationship and that if you had met the right person, you'd already know," Stephanie explained, her tone hinting at the underlying issue.

The gears in William's mind were spinning rapidly.

"So, what she heard was…" Tessa tried to drop yet another hint.

"…that I wasn't interested in her because… I would already know," William breathed out heavily.

How could he have been so oblivious?

All this time, you had had feelings for him, wanting more from your relationship, and he hadn't picked up on it.

Moreover, by saying those things, he had inadvertently pushed you away, which explained your recent distance.

It all started to make sense.

William could feel his heart pounding as he dwelled on thoughts of you. He realised just how much he missed you and how deeply he longed to have you close to him. No, he simply couldn't afford to lose you like this. And he knew he had to do something.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath before hastily gathering his belongings and practically storming out of the arena.

_

Across the city, you had watched the game alone at home, still grappling with your heartache. And to lift your spirits, you pampered yourself with an indulgent at-home spa and self-care day.

While relaxing on your sofa with your favourite snacks and drinks, you attempted to distract yourself by watching your favourite comedy TV show. However, just as the episode was hitting its peak, it was abruptly interrupted by insistent knocking at your front door.

Despite not feeling up to seeing anyone at that moment, curiosity got the better of you, and with each successive knock, you reluctantly dragged yourself up from the sofa and walked steadily towards the door.

Swinging it open, your eyes widened in surprise as you found William standing there, slightly leaning against the door frame with one arm.

There was a moment of pausing between you, with you being taken aback by his unexpected appearance and William grappling to find the right words.

This was his moment to express his true feelings, to keep you from slipping away. However, before he could gather his thoughts, you broke the silence.

"Willy, what are you doing here?" Your voice quivered slightly, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, as you struggled to contain your emotions.

William's expression portrayed nothing but sincerity and concern, his eyes showing genuine worry as he gently parted his lips to respond.

"I... I can't lose you," he whispered almost inaudibly.

"Willy..."

Interrupting you, he took a step closer, gently cupping your cheeks with his large hands as he drew nearer, your breaths mingling despite the difference in height.

He stood there, pulling you close, your gazes locking in a deep blue ocean.

"I'm sorry, I fucked up – I... I want you. I want us to be more than just friends."

"But you said –"

"I know what I said – but I was an idiot... I was too blind to see that you were right here, in front of me... y/n, you're everything I've ever wanted."

Initially hesitant to trust his words, as he continued to hold you tightly, showing no indication to let go, you began to believe in the sincerity behind his words.

Your eyes darted around, seeking any signs of dishonesty, but as they remained locked onto his, you found no trace of falsehood.

William was speaking the truth from his heart, and you wholeheartedly believed him.

In that moment, the only thing left to do was to lean up, meeting him halfway. Closing the distance between you, you connected your lips in a heartfelt moment filled with love.

[hadesoftheladies]

one thing the barbie discourse really highlighted for me was how men equate having humanity as being dominant, hence, whenever women are dominant and men subordinate, men insist that men are being persecuted, hurt, or oppressed.

that's why they think that matriarchy would be violent. that's why they're so offended and vitriolic when women dare to assert themselves in any way (or denounce femininity and subjugation). to be a human man is to be dominant. there can be no other definition. so if a man isn't dominant then he is suffering and his humanity is under attack.

women cannot suffer in subordination because that's what being a woman is. so if women are beaten, raped, humiliated, barred from education, women cannot feel injustice because to be woman is to be inhuman. like animals, we do not recognize or feel things like suffering. we do not crave things like dignity. so men haven't done anything wrong by subjugating us. not really. they can't do anything wrong because we don't have a developed sense of morality, so their morality cannot be applied or meaningful to us.

but what men fear isn't women dominating them, they fear men dominating them. because they know what dominance does to a man. it may complete him, but it also makes him dangerous to his competitors. that, and their entire world is male-centric. so when they view women in power, they view them not as women, but as women becoming men.

that's why barbies ignoring kens is egregious and the idea of matriarchy frightening. they cannot imagine it outside patriarchal and masculinist culture. they cannot believe that a woman would not want to rape or kill or pillage once in power. human, after all, means male, so if a woman became human, it would have to mean she thought, acted, dressed and behaved as men did.

they are too afraid to admit to what that would mean about themselves. if the woman, the animal, can feel and have a moral sense, if they can understand and experience suffering, then the humanity of the man is in question because as someone with a supposed moral sense and enlightenment, he has been the one oppressing them, cruelly cutting them down without thought (that is mind). he is the inhuman one. now the man must question god, he must question his integrity and sense of innocence and identity, he must begin to wonder if he or any man is truly even redeemable.

and then they'd have to face guilt. and with that guilt torment. and with that torment, they would see that the only way to begin to live with themselves is rebel against the system, side with women, and that would mean marking himself as woman, as animal, to other men.

as viable for the slaughter

for if he is rejecting dominance, he is rejecting male humanity, divinity and authority, he is forfeiting his right to be treated as human by other men.

and not many men in history have ever been willing or brave enough to do that. so instead, they insist that animals are bloody and violent and mindless (despite the fact that there are no animal-created human farms) and that women would be just as bad, just as wicked, once they had power, once they became human.

in other words, once they became men.

[upslapmeal]

Rogue

Hey did you know this episode is going to be a bit Bridgerton? Not sure if the trailers ever mentioned it

gotta love an ep that starts with a bit of murder

just realised this is only the second non-RTD ep

I guess a shorter series means fewer eps for other writers :/

Fifteen and Ruby looking excellent!

‘try not to get engaged’ yeah you’d know about that wouldn’t you Doc. don't go giving anyone cocoa

‘does not-a-lord have a name?’ getting the Ken accent out

lmao they’re even doing the Bridgeton thing of playing covers of pop songs

surely going to send the Doctor Who Is A TV Show theorists wild

as well as Susan Twist being ‘just an actor playing several roles’

(RTD you absolute liar)

I haven't really been following the theory other than being vaguely aware of its existence but can you imagine if 'it's the only actor we could get' ended up as the in-universe explanation for her

‘you travel in a shed? why isn’t it cloaked’ get rekt

getting sad Captain Jack vibes

‘my name’s bond. molecular bond’

‘was that a wee smile from the most serious man in history?’ och aye

all the doctors!!!

shalka doctor???

‘come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination’ Ncuti said he wanted to be Wonka or the Doctor!!

Fifteen: we've both lost everyone we've loved. hot.

Doctor bit of advice. your sad comments about losing everyone are slightly undercut by going :DD that's my best friend!! when asked about the person you're with lol

('I lost everyone. everyone I travelled with. ok the last one I just kinda told to go away because I was changing my face but yeah)

you know given that the jukebox is literally the only bit of furniture Fifteen has it would be nice if it was used like……ever

‘we can’t kill it so we’ll send it to a random barren dimension to die a slow isolated death!’ good old Doctor logic

‘tv signals beam out across the stars’ ok I genuinely have only come across the tv theory in passing but 👀

it is…interesting that they’ve gone for a kinda Bridgerton-style casting after last week’s ep…

if the chuldur had been wearing the duchess longer I’d have imagined it was engineered to look like Bridgerton but that’s not the case

Cameca in the distance like oh no not again

‘start wars with anyone who doesn’t look British!’ tbh I think they were managing that without the chuldur

oh no… Emily is going to be one of them isn’t she

that explains her just explaining social rules to Ruby earlier instead of being surprised she was even asking! that struck me as odd but I thought it was just the writing being a bit clunky

RUBY NO!!!

oh Doctor :( jinxed when you made that promise to keep her safe

‘your…birdiness’

wait wait oh no

ruby’s going to be pretending isn’t she

it’s why she’s the only one who still looks human

it'll have been interference from the earrings or something

yesss it was the earrings!

oh Ruby so willing to go :(

Doctor now is not the time for smooching!!!

well. that was a simpler fix than I expected

Fifteen: I’m fine!!!! ((((:

gotta love a big ol' hug

Fun! Silly! What other tv show could have serious thread villains with bird faces talking about cosplaying the world to death. Excellent. (In honesty not as good as the last few eps but enjoyably ridiculous with a decent dollop of heart)

[ceilingfan5]

it's gotta be arcade carpet, I will start a fight and I do not care if I win that fight, even though I will win that fight. I want to draw blood, and Taako

"I hate him," Taako says, with feeling. "I hate him so bad. I want him to be naught but purple viscera traumatizing onlookers. You get me? Like, am I being clear enough?" He dips his pretzel passionately into the communal cheese and gets that succulent plastic nacho sauce all over the tray and his hand. He scowls and sucks his fingers loose and Kravitz thinks, not for the first time, him, huh? This is where I've laid my affections?

"For sure," Kravitz says calmly instead. He slides Taako a napkin.

"His strategies are garbage from a toilet, he has no flair, he cheats, I fucking know he does, I don't know how but I Know he does-" Taako huffs and chews his pretzel. Kravitz props his head up on his hand, looking at the jewelry store behind them, and the poster in the jewelry store with the deliriously happy gay couple, and he like, knows, okay, he knows all the diamond things and the capitalism things and the marriage things. And targeted advertising and rainbow bank icons. But listen. What if, is the thing.

"You could find another place to play?" Kravitz suggests, already knowing the answer. But Taako is in a ranting mood, and wants to get the magma out of his system. Kravitz is happy to divert the flow. It's certainly more interesting than going back to work in fourteen minutes.

"Obviously I'm not going to run, Krav," Taako scoffs, mouth still full. Nasty <3. Kravitz has it bad. It might be infectious, how bad he has it. Limbs falling off. In twenty years they'll be like how did the zombie apocalypse start? And no one will answer, because everyone will be gone of zombieism. The end. "I'd rather kill him."

"Noo," Kravitz says, laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah, really!" Taako almost manages a straight face. Usually he's so good at locking it down. Perfect stupid asshole. "I'd kill him good. I'd uh, I'd. Uh. If he beats me at Dance Party Castle again, I'm gonna start a fight."

"A fight? With what, your beefy fists?" Kravitz laughs. He knows Taako could hold his own in a scrap. But also.

"I will start a fight!" Taako declares, maybe a bit too loudly, but the empty food court just echoes dimly about it. "I will start a fight, and I don't care if I win, but I will win. I will win that fight. I wanna draw blood."

"Blood on the dance floor?"

"Boooo!" Taako breaks up into giggles. "Blood on the arcade carpet!"

"Oh no! Think of the blacklights!"

"Think of the Jenkins meat getting fed into the- what's the- Polybius!"

"You said Jenkins meat out loud with your mouth and now you have to go to the Phantom Zone forever." Kravitz shakes his head so sadly. What a loss. Taako cracks up.

"Noooo, I wasn't thinking!"

"That's it, you never think." Kravitz folds his arms, and gets cheese sauce on his suit jacket. "Wait, aw, fuck…"

"Are you sure you don't want to watch me defeat Dance Party Castle one mo gain?" Taako teases. He slides the nakins back over. What a loss!!!

"Only if there's an arcade massacre."

"Beb, I'd commit all kinds of crimes for you."

"Murder?" Kravitz pretends his cheeks aren't heating up, even after all this time. The classic Ken doll of a dude proposing to the slightly more racially ambiguous Ken doll in the glossy jewelry store ad almost winks at him.

"Easy."

"What about tax evasion?"

"Peasy, even."

"We got 'im, boys! Lock him up!"

And as Taako pretends to get dogpiled by a number of invisible undercover tax assassins, he has at least gotten less righteously incandescent about the fucker ruining his favorite thing. So Kravitz wins.

Just not at Dance Party Castle.

[onceuponastory]

raindrops on windows - court gentry x reader

Plot: In the aftermath of another agent's betrayal. Y/N and Court rethink their feelings for one another. Pairing: Court Gentry/Sierra Six x Agent!Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death/reader almost dying, violence (nothing graphic though), reader and Court doubting themselves and their feelings. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: I swear I've been listening to Ryan singing I'm Just Ken at the Oscars on repeat since it happened, so it somehow led to...this. But I also missed writing for Court :)

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Apart from the rain pelting down outside. Y/N rests her head on the window, watching as the raindrops race each other down the window. She’s only just calmed down after the horrible events of the night, since she came face to face with death. Sniffling, she rubs her eyes. 

How could she have been so stupid? 

How could she not have known?

“You alright?” Court’s husky voice asks as he gets in beside her, the sound making her jump. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay. And yeah, I’m fine.” She lies. He raises a brow. 

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” Dammit. He’s good. Court sighs. “You almost got killed by a double agent tonight, Y/N. Nobody expects you to be fine. You don’t need to pretend, least of all to me.” Usually, Court teases her about how he knows her better than anyone. Most of the time, it’s about his constant snarky and sarcastic comments at her expense, and how much he knows she likes them, despite her insisting otherwise.

But this time… she notices there isn’t any snark or a sarcastic comment building.

No. Court Gentry genuinely cares about her feelings for the first time in well… forever. 

“I know. I don’t need the reminder.” She snaps, a little harsher than intended. Each time she closes her eyes, the agent’s face looms, poised to take her life. At the last second, Court came in and rescued her, beating the agent to a pulp. She owes her life to him, yet here she is, snapping at him when he’s being nice to her for once. “Shit, sorry, just…. It’s been a horrible night.” She sighs, and Court nods.

“It’s alright.” He smiles. 

“No, it’s not. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed. You really saved my ass, and I should be more grateful.” Y/N sighs. “So, thank you for saving my life. Really.” He cracks a grin at that, one which drives her crazy.

“Let me take you home.” He suggests, and she nods, glad to not be alone right now. Although there’s not really another alternative, save for Court dragging her back to the car the second she tries to leave. So, the drive continues in silence. Court glances at Y/N every so often, concern filling his gut. This isn’t what he’s supposed to do. Care for someone else. Or at least, it’s not what Court does. He works alone, he always has. He can’t let anyone else into his life.

Especially not Y/N. The agent he just loves to tease, the one he frequently snarks at. And the one who snarks right back at him, too. 

The one he’s so irrevocably in love with. Honestly, he probably has been in love with her for a long time, but tonight was the first time he actually realised it.

When he found out she was in danger, he almost ripped the door to the warehouse off its hinges to get to her in time. That agent was lucky the others got to him before Court. Because Court would have killed him for daring to hurt a hair on Y/N's head. Honestly, he’d burn the world down for her, and she doesn’t even know it.

But he’s always such a pain in the ass to her, annoying her when she’s just trying to do her job. If he told her the truth, how much he loves her… she’d probably just think it’s a joke, or tell him to fuck off. And maybe he deserves it, after the shit he’s been through in this life. Another bad thing to add to the many he’s already experienced. He glances over at Y/N, who's still avoiding his gaze.

Yet, he saved Y/N. That’s one good thing he’s done.

In fact, in Court’s eyes… That's the best thing he’s ever done.

“It’s not your fault.” He murmurs. Y/N shakes her head, not even looking at him, still watching the raindrops as they batter the car. He hates seeing her like this. Usually, she’s so outgoing, ready to take his sarcastic, witty remarks and fire them right back. He’s never seen her so quiet before, so upset.

And it scares him to death.

“Yes, it is. I worked right next to him. I should’ve seen something was wrong. I could’ve stopped this!” she insists. “I’m smarter than this.” Court shakes his head.

“I met him too, remember? We all did. And none of us spotted him.” He points out. “Stop beating yourself up. Please.” His voice carries a hint of begging, an urging she’s never experienced from him before. It’s strange, realising he cares so much about her. But…she likes it.

“I’ll…I’ll try not to.” She says, and Court nods, going back to driving. Y/N looks over at him. He’s focused on the car in front of them at the stop sign, so he doesn’t notice her staring. The street lights illuminate him slightly, and her breath catches in her throat.

God, he's so handsome.

The silence continues, but this time, it’s more awkward, with each person suddenly realising that the feelings they hid for so long, the ones they ignored, might actually mean something different. Y/N gulps. What would happen, if she laid her heart on the line, admitted that she might be falling for the Sierra Six himself? She opens her mouth, wanting to speak.

“I think you should take some time off for a while.” Court says.

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts.” He cuts her off. Y/N sighs, deciding it’s best to stay quiet than argue with Court.

And besides, if she does, she doesn’t trust herself not to admit that she might be falling in love with him. And that’s not a chance she’s prepared to take, to admit everything. After all, maybe she only feels that way because he saved her life? Surely she doesn’t actually love him…

Yet, she can’t ignore the way her heart twinges when she thinks that. 

Court soon pulls up outside her apartment, turning to say goodbye. In an instant, the scent of Court’s cologne, mixed with his sweat, hits her nostrils as he leans in closer, and it sends her senses ablaze. “Think you’ll be alright? Want me to walk you inside?” He asks, his voice husky. Y/N’s cheeks heat up. Court raises a brow at her, something else that sends her heart into a frenzy. “Hm?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll be okay.” She murmurs. “Thanks again.” He looks her up and down, and she gulps. Now her heart is beating so much she swears it could break free from her chest. 

Just tell him. What’s the worst that could happen?

Everything could crash down around you. That’s what.

“Night Court.” She murmurs. For a moment, his face falls. But before she can dwell on it, wonder if it’s because of her and if he feels the same way about her, his smile is back, and he nods.

“Night Y/N.” Y/N reaches for her door handle. A strange feeling builds in her gut, as if she wants him to tell her to stay. But she pushes it down and opens her door, stepping out into the night. With one last wave, he drives away.

And Y/N is alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[katsona-the-katsequel]

Ken Amada's Infantilization Plan

Next up is Ken's story!

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"It's fine! It has nothing to do with you, Junpei!"

This was the first floor of the Iwatodai dormitory, a facility for Gekkoukan High School. A loud voice could be heard from the lounge and everyone turned to look in confusion. The voice belonged to Ken Amada of Gekkoukan Elementary School. Beside him, Junpei was sporting a nasty grin.

"No, it does have something to do with me. Listen, Amada. You're still a kid, but I can totally understand your desire to act like an adult. I remember that too."

"I'm not trying to act like an adult or anything...!"

"Well, listen. If people don't get to enjoy being a kid as much as they can during their childhood, they end up becoming distorted."

"Like Junpei-san?"

"Ugh, that's not what a kid would say!"

Apparently, in response to Amada's usual mature attitude, Junpei was acting like a kid.

It seemed like trouble.

"To begin with, I think Junpei is too childish. Shouldn't I learn from Sanada and Mitsuru's calmness?"

"It's fine. I mean, I'm just really worried..."

"Worried?"

Amada had turned his face away in a sulky mood at Junpei's unusually serious tone, but he finally seemed ready to listen and softened his tone.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you always come home straight after school without stopping anywhere, and when I thought you'd gone out somewhere, you went to the shrine by yourself. Normally, someone your age would hang out with friends, right? I'm starting to get a bit worried."

"That is...·"

Amada himself understood Junpei's worries. It's true that right now, he didn't have the mental space to lose himself and play with his classmates. This was because of his stoic resolve to make the cherished wish he swore to his late mother a reality. But he couldn't tell Junpei about it. That's why...

"There's no need to worry about me."

Amada had no choice but to say that, but Junpei still did not give up.

"No. That's not right, kid!"

"Wh-what is it?"

"You always act like an adult, but you're still a kid when it comes to that sort of thing."

Click.

Those words stirred something in Amada's heart.

"...I understand. It's not because I was told I look childish or anything. And besides, I don't care if someone says I don't look childish. I'm not so childish that I'd get upset over something like that. But, if you say so, I'll try to look my age. So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"

In the lounge, Yukari whispered, "That's quite childish, isn't it?" and Fuuka and the others nodded in agreement, but their exchange didn't reach Amada and Junpei. And then...

"All right! Well said!"

Junpei shouted, standing up from his seat. A look of resignation crossed his face. A chill ran down Amada's spine.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

"You can't tell a man apart, can you?"

"Ugh."

It was a little too late to turn back. Amada's premonition had come true in the worst possible way.

"So... what is this?!"

"Heh heh heh, it suits you well~"

Amada was completely exposed in the middle of the lounge. Childlikeness starts with appearance. So Junpei insisted, and Amada did as he was told and got changed into these clothes. He was wearing a pure white running shirt, shorts with a slightly outdated design, and a straw hat - the fashion of a country boy from the old days. For some reason, even optional accessories such as a butterfly net and a kneecap bandage had been cleverly prepared for him.

"Well, actually, the other day when I went back to my parents' house I dug up a bunch of clothes I used to wear. I was wondering what it would look like if I dressed Amada in them."

"So basically... this is just a way for Junpei to kill time, huh? Hmm... are you satisfied? Well, I'll take off the clothes then."

Letting out a deep sigh that was truly unchildlike, Amada turned around to get changed back into his original clothes, but someone grabbed him firmly by the arms.

"You're being too persistent, Junpei... but Yukari? Fuuka? Huh?"

The hands trying to stop him were unexpected: Yukari and Fuuka. Their faces were slightly flushed, as if they were holding something back, and they both let out a shriek in unison.

“So cute!”

"Huh? Huh? What?"

Amada was completely at a loss for words at the unexpected reaction. However, the two excited girls' tension continued to rise.

"Try this one, next!"

"No, this one suits you better, Yukari-chan!

"It's a blazer that makes you look like a young master!"

"Oh my, where's this pink thing you were wearing when we were in high school? I need Amada-kun to wear it!"

"Yukari-chan, look! Black high socks!"

"W-w-w! Don't make me take off my clothes without asking."

"T-Takeba... I'll throw away this long-sleeved high-necked thing. I think it would be a shame..."

Before they knew it, even Mitsuru had joined in.

"Seriously... women just love dress-up dolls, no matter how old they are."

"Eh... What!?"

Of all people, Amada was treated like a doll by Sanada, whom he admired, and a sense of despair flooded his heart. However, it was a bad time to lose his strength. With Amada's resistance weakening, the women seized the opportunity to crowd around him and start matching his clothes with theirs.

Perhaps out of consideration for Amada's personality, they didn't strip him down to his underwear, but as he was put on and stripped of clothes one after another, Amada was beginning to feel a sense of resignation and think, "That's enough."

"Hey, wait a minute."

With that, Fuuka ran off at full speed towards the stairs to the upper floors. It was the biggest mistake of his life for Amada, whose thinking ability had been dulled, to not realise the danger. Shortly after, Fuuka returned, carrying several paper bags.

"Th-this! Try this on!"

And then, the gears in Amada's brain finally started to click.

Fuuka is a woman → Fuuka brought the clothes → I have them. The clothes are probably women's clothes → I'm going to wear those clothes → I'm a fine boy~☆

By the time the neural circuits were able to transmit that much information and send out signals to move the limbs to avert the worst-case scenario, the situation had already ended. "So, so, so cute!"

"Wow... it really suits you..."

"Ah, Amada... can I take a picture?" He was wearing a light blue blouse with a slight Lolita flair, and a flared skirt of the same color. A large ribbon was attached to the waist, and the hem, sleeves, and other parts were decorated with frills all over; it was a dress that could only be described as cute. "Wow..."

"Whoa, seriously?"

"Yamagishi...good job."

Apparently, he was well-received by the men as well, but that was no consolation. And then, Aigis's words dealt the final blow to Amada, who was trembling in silence.

"It really suits you."

"Waaaaaaaaaaah!"

It was a magnificent escape. You could almost see the afterimage.

With that momentum, Amada ran off to his room on the second floor. Unaware of what he was doing, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh... that's bad."

"Maybe we got a little too carried away?"

Everyone there, including Yukari and Fuuka, who had regained their senses after hearing Amada's wailing, exchanged looks of dismay at having gone too far, but it was too late now. The only one who was still laughing was Junpei, the root cause of the whole situation.

"Hey, Junpei. Don't laugh so much."

"Hehehehe... How can you not laugh at this? Amada ran away crying! Wow, seeing that kid in his childish form is a bit of a relief."

"What an immature guy... I don't care if Amada gets his revenge on you."

"Well, I don't know how to get revenge on a child, so it's fine. In fact, if he's going to play pranks on me, doesn't that mean I'm more at ease knowing he's getting his age?"

"Is that so...?"

Despite the concern of those around him, Junpei showed no remorse and seemed to believe that he had done a good deed. However, Junpei underestimated him. He had no idea how terrifying an elementary school student who lived with the revenge of his mother in his heart could become if he were to get serious.

"...What is this?"

The next morning, Junpei's screams echoed throughout the dormitory. His cry was so heartbreaking that the students, who had already finished their morning preparations, gathered in front of Junpei's room, wondering what on earth had happened.

"Junpei? Can you open it?"

Sanada opened the door on behalf of the group, revealing Junpei's messy room before them. And what they all saw there was...

A scribble making a mockery of Junpei in colorful pens all across the dorm walls.

It was a pitiful sight for Takeba. In an instant, everyone remembered Amada's frustrated, crying face the other day.

"Haha! He's already getting her revenge!"

Yukari was the first to burst out.

"Don't laugh! This is no joke.... He wrote it all in permanent ink."

Junpei cried out in complete despair as the graffiti wouldn't come off no matter how much he wiped it. The graffiti included words like loser, coward, pervert, incompetent, and more, using a high level of vocabulary for an elementary school student. An arrow had been drawn pointing to his trademark beard, and the word "mold" had been written on it. The sense of it was quite good.

"Heh heh heh, isn't it normal for children to get revenge? You weren't the only one who didn't go apologize to Amada-kun last night, right? I won't apologize for you.''

"Ugh! Amada! Where is Amada?"

"He's already at school. As should we. I don't have time to bother with that idiot Junpei. Let's go, Fuuka."

As if those words were a signal, everyone dispersed to go to school. Junpei was left alone in his room, scrubbing his face frantically and muttering bitter words to himself about Amada.

"That bastard... I'm going to punish him after school!"

Junpei declared this with a hint of resentment, but his words were never put into action. Yes, the real deal was about to begin.

"Are you alright, Junpei? It seems like your soul is gone."

Lunchtime - Just as Yukari had said with a worried look on her face, Junpei looked completely exhausted. After the commotion of that morning, the various traps that Amada had set had fallen on Junpei one after the other.

First, when he put on his clothes and tried to pick up his bag, it was glued to the desk. He put on his shoes to leave the dorm, but when he put them on, there was mayonnaise stuffed in the toes.

When he got to the station, he saw a notice on the lost and found board that read: "Mr. Junpei Panties Iori," was written on the wall, causing female students and office ladies to burst into laughter. When he got to school and changed into his shoes, this time they were filled with ketchup and the mechanical pencil was stuffed with wire disguised as a lead. When he opened his textbook, naughty photos sandwiched between the two pages fell out, and the gym clothes were rigged in such a way that they would tear apart if hit on the butt.

Just now, a girl from another class whom he didn't even know was confronting him.

"Hey, can you stop sending me these creepy letters?"

"This is really bothersome," he said, not remembering saying it at all regarding the love letter. After being bullied, Junpei finally gave up.

"I can't take it anymore... I want to die."

The fact that the child looked a little like Chidori only added to Junpei's depression.

"Um...Iori-senpai, are you there?"

The mastermind himself, Amada, appeared from the front entrance of the classroom.

"Ah, Amada! You...!"

Just as Junpei was about to stand up, Amada took the initiative and said:

"I-Iori-senpai... I-I'm sorry!"

"Eh?"

"Please don't be mad! I bought some bread... so... sniff"

"Yeah?"

Amada had tears in his eyes. Junpei was panicked by the unexpected turn of events, and the gazes of those around him pierced him.

"Eh? Maybe he was bullying him?"

"You're kidding me, a little kid like that?"

"Iori, you're the worst."

No matter how you looked at it, Junpei just looked like a bad guy. Junpei panicked and ran over to Amada, whispering to him.

"I get it! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I won't be able to come to school tomorrow..."

Junpei had promised to punish him, but now he pathetically begged for forgiveness.

"I... I was really hurt."

"Uh, I know. I'm really sorry."

"There's a game I want."

"What?! Hey, are you trying to scam me?"

"Sorry! Don't mess with me!"

"W-wait, stop, hey, I get it!"

Junpei was completely at Amada's mercy.

"Damn it... you're getting so serious... you're being so childish!... Ah."

With a triumphant look on his face at Junpei's slip of the tongue, Amada said with a smile.

"I'm just a child."

That smile was truly childlike, and therefore rather frightening.

Conclusion: It's best not to make Amada angry.

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Tag List: @kerto-p

[keepmovinjunior]

as a continuation of my princess tier list, here is my disney heroine tier list. so i can talk abt MY GIRL and also give these ladies their deserved love! honestly, i was never a disney princess girl as a child in the face of these characters who, for the most part, i always vibed waaaay more with. (but obviously i love and appreciate the princesses too!)

honorable mentions to mulan and pocahontas, who i think belong in this tier list as well, but since they are officially part of the disney princess line up, they're not ranked here. also i'm including nala and the anthro animal ladies because, even though they are animals, they're also hard to place and i think enough of disney heroines to be here with the gals. they deserve it.

megara : obviously. do i even need to get into this. i ramble enough about her on here for you all to know why i love her. ok moving on

esmeralda : i almost tied her with meg, which should tell you something about how much i love her. and for a while she was my favorite, but ultimately, meg won out, and has just the tiniest fraction of an edge over her, simply because meg was the first one to hit a nerve with little me so i have more of the nostalgia for meg. however, i love them almost an equal amount yet for different reasons. esmeralda is such an amazing character. i understand disney's handling of her depiction / romani people in general is very problematic, and has not aged well, but this aside, esmeralda is just an amazing woman, and i can't help but love her. she is gorgeous! fierce! beautiful, inside and out! she doesn't take anyone's sh*t, and her wit is FIRE. and she's hot, and not ashamed of it! she doesn't feel pressured to act chaste, and yet she knows she owes men around her nothing despite how flirtatious she is. she's so kind too, and is one of the only characters in the film to have the bravery to stand up for another person in need, even though it truly could have cost her her life (and almost does). that humanitarian unyielding streak has me WEAK. she is such an icon and inspiration for me in general, and i only hope i can one day be as tough, brave, and just amazing as she is. also "i ask for nothing, i can get by, but i know so many less lucky than i?" wtf esme. i'm sold. you're a gem for the ages. truly a woman irreplacable.

captain amelia : from treasure planet. obviously. a ken duncan lady, just like meg, and you can tell by their cheeks <3 her design and all around characterization is just amazing and so much fun. she's hilarious, she goes head to head with all of the guys... she's so friendly, funny, and confident, and you just can't help but fall in love with her. god what a (cat)woman. she makes me very happy.

jane : when tarzan came out and jane was introduced, i was obsessed with her for a brief moment, because besides meg, i think she's probably the most relatable one to me. she's a scientist, interested in animals, but she's not logical to the point of insensitivity and she holds such an emotional intelligence and respect for nature; she's truly a beautiful person. and she is a damsel in distress, but it makes sense as to why she would be: she's a victorian woman who has never been in the elements / is limited by her society, so it's a truthful, not offensive depiction of one, imo. she is just so adorable and funny, ken duncan has such a way of making cute ladies look so in love. that face after tarzan kisses her? the best. also "you stay away from me, like a very good wild man" KILLS ME she's so funny!!!

alice : i loved her as a kid. she's so likable as a character, and, like jane, just has that lovable curiosity about everything around her. also her wit is fast af, i found her quite relatable as a child. more so than a lot of the princesses (just personally).

maid marian : honestly why is she not a princess. i guess because king richard is her uncle? anyway, like captain amelia, she's an anthro fox lady, and also like captain amelia, she's chatty, charming, adorable and so lovable. another lady with class and a ton of personality. she's underrated. she'd probably be higher on my list had i grown up with robin hood, but i didn't, so i didn't get to know her until later.

nala : queen, funny, sassy, strong as hell; she holds the film together and is such a hero for bringing simba home. we didn't get a lot of time with her, which is very sad, but i love how good of a friend she is to simba, and she's so brave, too. she also takes no one's sh*t. here for it. we stan a lion queen.

wendy : my spouse loves wendy the most so i love her a lot more for that reason. she really had a thankless role in keeping all of those boys alive for the whole film and everyone was so mean to her, wtf. the way she was about to walk off the plank though like a boss? girl bye. you're amazing. freakin' STAN wendy.

nani : another gal with a thankless job, and i absolutely loved her relationship with david. also the fact that lilo was such a difficult child and made nani's life so hard, but nani never blamed lilo for anything, and never showed her the side of her that was frustrated and blamed her. actual girlboss.

vanellope : she reminds me of a kid version of someone i know so i like her for that reason, and her story is quite tragic. i also really like her relationship with ralph. and it cracks me up when she's like stop crying TAFFETA, lmao.

mirabel : she was cute but i didn't love encanto. i liked that she had to jive with... not having a power, and also was the family misfit, but other than that i didn't feel very much about her.

kida : i've only seen atlantis one time and i barely remember anything about it. kida was pretty cool from what i remember, and an original idea for sure, but yeah, i don't really have any thoughts about her otherwise.

tinkerbell : sorry but i gotta put her down here for not being a girls girl. i get it, she's tragic and all, and i do feel for her by the end, but i can't deal w/ the internalized misogyny she has. but i appreciate why other people like her and find her fun!

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What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

Sierra Six (Courtland Gentry)

AO3

Length: 4,252

Summary: Six goes to a support group to make Claire happy. Senanigans ensue.

In which Six has a sexuality crisis, Ken is a being of pure sunshine, Driver would kill to protect his loved ones, K is tired of everything, Richard and Henry are messy as always, Barbie is intimidating as hell, and Claire was probably right the whole time.

Content/Warning: Sexuality Crisis, PTSD, Brief description of flashbacks/panic attacks, Brief description of abuse, Awkwardness

Authors Note: This all started bc I thought too hard about how Lloyd never unearthed every man or woman Six ever slept with and I concluded that he's asexual (bc I say so lol). Then he joined the group of goose boys I also headcanon as ace and, well, this happened.

Title is from "It's Only Sex" by Car Seat Headrest bc Jesus Christ that song hits HARD

Shoutout to the Goosecord as always, especially @ken-f-cker and @hollandstrophyhusband for beta-reading!!

Six had jumped off of high rises and not even blinked. He’d gone undercover in every major mob without even a raise in his heart rate. Hell, he’d even gotten shot multiple times and only huffed in annoyance. But this? Knocking on the non-descript doors of a high school gym? It was enough to make him want to turn tail and run for the exit, memories of awkward teenage years and repressed childish fears nipping at his heels.

He steadies his heart by telling himself he’s doing this for Claire. As student body president, she was aware of the multiple support groups that used the school’s gym after hours and had insisted he join one.

(“Setting aside the fact that you desperately need someone to talk to in your life, it’s a good look for me if my Da- Guardian participates in school functions, even if it’s after hours.”

Claire stood with one hand on her hip, the other firmly shoved in Six’s face with a paper containing a list of social groups. He didn’t let his face show the flip-flop his heart does at her almost-slip-up.

“For the love of god, I’m not lonely , how many times are we going over this? I’m literally trained to be alone!”

“I’m tired of you brooding all over the house all the time, you need to go talk to other adults that aren’t the delivery guy or that old lady who runs the laundromat.”

“Claire it isn’t safe for me to be out in public, you know this. One slip up and Carmichael or his cronies come for us both”

“I’m not asking you to go on live television , Six, the groups are literally just in the school gym and you drop me off there every day anyways. You need to get a life.”

Eventually, he chose the Gender, Sexuality, and Alternative Lifestyles and Families Support Group. Lord knows his “family” certainly isn’t exactly typical.)

Six takes a deep breath,  then knocks on the door. The group starts in half an hour so the gym doors are closed still, but he wanted to get there early to do a complete surveillance check (can’t have any wannabe Lloyds finding Claire). He hears a Very excited voice from the other side of the door yell out.

 “Be right there!”

A second later the doors swing open to reveal possibly the most energetic man Six has ever met. This guy has platinum blonde hair, an outfit straight from Malibu, and a bigger grin than Six thought was physically possible. The man sticks out his hand for a handshake.

“Hi, I’m Ken! Are you here for GSALFS?”

Six blinks, then composes himself, shock from this man's exuberance still clinging to his nerves. The man in front of him - Ken - was definitely not a threat, but in Six’s history, when people had been excited to meet him, it usually spelled trouble. He grabs Ken's hand.

“Yes, I know I’m early, but I wanted to get here with time to fill out any forms if I needed to.”

He’s not fully lying, he knows he’ll have to join a sign-up sheet or something, but really he’s here early to carefully scan the entire interior of the gym; both to assess his safety at this meeting and Claire’s safety in general. Can never be too careful.

Ken nods his head and opens the doors wider to let Six in.

“Well, you’re in luck! We just set up the chairs so I’ll give you the forms now while we set up the food, that way you can grab a bite once you’re done!”

He beams as if this is the best news he’s ever announced. Six would be irritated if it wasn't so begrudgingly cute. They both walk in and Six takes the time to scan the room, noting entry points, hiding spots, anything that would be useful in an emergency. Ken quite literally bounces away, returning only a moment later with a clipboard and a pen. Six takes them, quirking an eyebrow at the feathery pink pen attached to the forms, and nods a thank you at Ken.

“If you have any questions about what to fill out just ask, most things are optional but the more details you fill out the better, it’ll help us group you with the right people!”

Six scans the form. There’s basic information, name, age, pronouns (don’t see that every day), how did you find out about the group, etc. He pauses briefly at “preferred name”. Six might not be his legal name, but then again legally he didn’t exist anymore. And “Courtland” felt wrong coming from people's mouths now. He just puts “Six” down as his preferred name and leaves the other line blank, hoping no one makes a fuss about it. 

He moves on. He has no emergency contact and almost scoffs at the “triggers to avoid” line. Like he would give anyone anything that could compromise him.

Then there’s the next part of the form. 

“What group would you like to join today? If unsure, here is a list describing each group”

Alternative Lifestyles and Families is explained first. Apparently, it means more “people in polyamorous relationships, people in the Kink/BDSM world, etc.” and less “on the run from the CIA and most other major government organizations with a newly acquired teenager who’s the niece of your now-deceased ex-handler”. Whoops.

Not wanting to waste the trip out (or risk Claire’s wrath), he looks at the other options.

Gender identity is irrelevant to him, he’s never questioned being a man, but Sexuality? Six pauses again.

He never had crushes as a kid, on girls OR boys, and he went to prison too early to have any sort of normal teen experimental phase. Sure, he’s hooked up with women (and occasionally men) while in training or between missions, but those were mostly due to peer pressure or simply stress relief. Does he… know his sexuality?

Ken must see his frozen confused face because he subtly hands him another form after glancing at where he’s stuck on the paper.

“If you’re unsure of where you fit in here, this might help clarify a few things.”

Six sheepishly takes the new form. It’s some sort of self-assessment, questions and answers that tally up to different identities. Skeptically, he fills it out.

“Who have you felt romantic attraction to in the past?” 

Mostly the same gender

Mostly the opposite gender

Both opposite and same gender

Neither opposite nor same gender

Six blinks. Romantic? Is that different from other attractions? And “Neither” is an option? He circles “D”

“Who have you felt sexual attraction to in the past?” 

Mostly the same gender

Mostly the opposite gender

Both opposite and same gender 

Neither opposite nor same gender

Six circles “D” again, more confident this time. He continues through the quiz and finally adds up the numbers. He has 2 results.

“Based on your results, you match best with Asexual . Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity. It may also be categorized more widely, to include a broad spectrum of asexual sub-identities.”

And the second.

“Based on your results you match best with Aromantic. Aromanticism is a romantic orientation characterized by experiencing little to no romantic attraction.”

Six blinks. Then rereads the descriptions. That’s… a thing? He isn’t just broken or built wrong? The words slot into a place in his heart, filling a void he had ignored for so long he’d almost forgotten it was there. Asexual. Aromantic. There are words to describe who he is and an entire community around them. He suppresses this newfound sexuality crisis for later; right now he has to bare his soul to strangers or something.

He hands the forms back to Ken who’s still arranging the (extremely sugary) snacks. Ken looks over the forms and smiles widely.

“Well Hello Six! It’s nice to put a name to the face! And I’m glad the quiz helped clarify things for you. The Ace group could use a new face, they’re always so existential.”

Ken pulls a sticker pad from seemingly nowhere and hands it to Six.

“Here, put whatever you want to be called on this, and pick some pronoun stickers, however many you want. If you want to add any we don’t have, just write them down on the nametag!”

Six groans internally at the nametag. He’s not used to people readily being able to identify who he is. Part of being the Gray Man was being untraceable. But he shakes the thought out of his head. Those days are over (hopefully). Now he’s just a paren- guardian taking an interest in his child’s community. He takes a breath, steadying his resolve. He once flew a helicopter one-handed through a snowstorm while escaping Siberia. He can deal with talking about himself for a couple of hours.

He thanks Ken and writes down “Six” on the purple, black, gray, and white name tag, adding a “he/him” sticker to it. He hands them back to Ken who is now on the phone, talking animatedly to someone. (No way it’s with someone named Barbie. He must’ve misheard.)

He sticks the nametag on and picks a chair in the back of the room (close to the nearest exit, with plenty of improvisable weapons close by) to sit down on and watch everyone slowly trickle into the room. He takes note of all of them, assessing their appearance, demeanor, and threat level.

A blonde man in a white jacket and driving gloves, holding hands with both a blonde woman in a sundress and a Latino man with a shaved head and work clothes. The woman and shorter man greet Ken with a hug and lively words, but the blonde man just smiles at him,

A bleach blonde man in biker gear with tattoos peaking out wherever skin shows and a sad smile that hides the slight edge of danger Six senses from him. Six identifies several prison tats but doesn’t judge. He might even have matching ones. 

A brunette in a perfectly tailored suit and immaculate grooming who greets Ken with a kiss on both cheeks

Two women, one feminine and one masculine who enter in a heated debate but holding hands

A dirty blonde man in a suit who only stops humming some old jazz song to greet Ken

A thicker, nervous-looking man in a winter coat (why?) with a nicely trimmed mustache who doesn’t do the usual hug-greeting with Ken but still waves at him

A silent, almost vacant-faced man with an eyebrow slit, who refuses to make eye contact with anyone

Three people that Six honestly couldn’t tell if they were male or female (he chastises himself for thinking in binary terms in a group literally about gender diversity, but hey, it's habit)

Two men, one with a trashy mustache goatee combo and a cast, the other with a harsh face and slicked back hair, both looking like they stepped straight out of the ’70s

A greasy-looking kid with long hair falling over his face that must be old enough to join the (18+) group, but only barely

A model-gorgeous woman and younger-looking person who both are dressed like they stepped out of a catalog and who greet Ken with squeals of excitement and kisses before helping him with some last-minute preparations (must be the co-runners of the group)

A tall built man with blonde highlights and a goofy grin to counter the muscles Six can make out from under his tight t-shirt. Six would consider him the biggest threat in the room if not for how clumsy he seems and the last person to enter.

The last man is perfectly nondescript (as if on purpose), but Six can feel that he’s…different. Military haircut, scars peeking out of his long overcoat, perfect posture, perfectly neutral face, and most condemning, he's subtly scanning the room for threats. The same way Six had. Six tenses slightly, on edge but no alarm bells are going off in his head because this guy doesn’t give off any aggressive vibes. If anything he’s acting… submissively? He’s acting strange either way.

Done with his threat assessment he turns his attention back to Ken and the two others that have joined him at the front of the room. Ken claps his hands to gather attention, exuberant smile never wavering.

“Hello everyone, and Welcome to GSALFS! For our newcomers who aren’t familiar with how this works, on your entry form you indicated which group or groups would be best suited to your needs, and that’s who you’ll be talking to tonight. If you fit into multiple groups don’t worry! You can choose another one to join next week. Take a look at your nametag and sit in the circle with the flag that matches the colors. We try to stay on topic during discussions but encourage the conversation to flow naturally. Have fun!”

Six looks at his nametag colors and searches the room for the chair circle with the corresponding flag, smiling a bit when he sees that it’s towards the back of the gym, right next to an exit. He grabs a snack (giving in to his sweet tooth) and makes his way to the chair with the best view of the room. He sits and takes in the other people arriving. 

The man in the white jacket and gloves sits first and Six examines his expression further. He seems calm, if not a bit aloof, but Six can tell that underneath the boyish looks and gentle face, something is hiding. His name tag is… blank? Is that allowed? The man still has pronoun stickers (he/they), but instead of a name he just has a crude doodle of a car. The “car man” (or whatever his name is) nods his head as the next person sits. 

The second man has short, cropped hair, an eyebrow slit, and the build of a boxer. He has none of the swagger of a fighter though, instead moving slowly, as if in a dream. Unlike the man in the white jacket’s calm, composed expression, this man’s face is entirely blank. He doesn’t nod his head back in greeting, instead slowly raising a hand in a halted wave. His name tag reads “Julian” in scratchy handwriting and he also has a “he/him” sticker.

Six watches curiously as the two men start gesturing to each other in presumably sign language. Their hand movements are slow, but he can see the man in the jacket quirk up the corner of his lip, and the other man’s shoulders seem to untense a little as they communicate. They keep “conversing” and Six is desperately trying to remember the little ASL he knows when the third man approaches.

Six straightens up automatically. The military (?) man walks up and Six knows for a fact now that he’s not a civilian. The man walks with precision, every step calculated and efficient. Six is bigger than this man, but the tight shirt under his coat lets him know that this other guy is nothing but muscle. He can’t help himself (the CIA drilled situational awareness into the fiber of his being); he does a quick room scan. There are 3 major exits, 2 potential ambush spots, 23 potential weapons within a couple of steps, and 42 ways to defend himself (both lethally and non-lethally) if he needs to. The newest group member sits down with his hands resting perfectly on his thighs (huh, interesting) and Six takes the opportunity to read his nametag. 

“K”. That's it. Okay then. Not like Six can judge someone for not using their real name. K makes eye contact and Six, never one to back down from a challenge, locks his eyes right back at him. The other man isn't combative, but he isn’t backing down either. Six crosses his arms. K blinks, and a slight twitch of amusement flits across his lip, but his gaze never wavers. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Julian and Car Guy have stopped signing at each other and are waving at K, probably saying Hi. K waves back, eyes still fixed on Six, and Six could huff out of annoyance if the double doors don’t creak open at that exact minute.

 A slightly scrawny-looking blonde kid no older than 20 with a smarmy-looking grin slips in, presumably late to the meeting. Six darts his eyes toward the sudden movement, then immediately curses himself for seemingly backing down in front of a potential threat.

K smirks (granted, it’s not unkindly), and turns his head to greet the other two men in the circle. He signs something at Julian and Six quickly realizes he either will need someone to translate for him, or he needs to start taking ASL lessons if he wants to communicate in this group effectively. Thankfully, when K turns to Car Guy, he speaks aloud, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. His voice is soft, steady, and deliberate. As if he thought over each word individually before speaking.

“Did Standard or Irene draw that this time, Driver?” he asks, gesturing to the name tag with the car doodle on it. 

Was this guy’s name Driver? Ah well, again, not like Six could judge. His name is just a goddamn number.

Driver lets a shy smile creep onto their face.

“Benicio. He wanted to feel included.”

Julian finds this amusing, letting his facial features relax a bit. (Maybe he’s not deaf? Or he can lip read- but no, he hasn’t looked at anyone's face yet. Just mute?)

“Friend of yours draw that?” Six asks, trying to be friendly.

Driver’s smile lessens at his words and Six suspects he may be unwelcome in this apparently tight-knit group that’s formed.

“Kid, actually.”

“Oh, you have a kid?” 

He really is just trying to break the ice, he swears. But Six can see Driver’s jaw clench, his gloved fists tightening, and he realizes he chose the exact wrong thing to ask this man. Casually, he moves his arm towards his waistband, not liking the alarm bells this guy is setting off. K must notice what he’s doing, and, muscles tensing, he reaches for his waistband. Julian notices the energy shift as well, but he’s not poised to defend himself, instead, his head is hung low, and he’s slightly trembling. 

Six takes a breath and before he can dart for the exit, a shout cuts through the quiet gym, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“What the FUCK are YOU doing here?!”

He nearly draws and fires right then and there, but it’s immediately obvious the yelling isn’t directed at him.

The greasy, long-haired kid is standing right in the face of the blonde guy who slipped in late to the meeting. He has tears in his eyes as he pokes the chest of the shorter guy, who looks nervous but isn’t backing down. 

“You really think you can just show up here like nothing happened? How fucking stupid do you think I am , Richard?”

All eyes in the room are on the two men arguing. The tatted guy Six eyed earlier is glaring at Richard with his hand in his pocket, and Six can tell he’s fidgeting with some kind of knife. The mustached man in the winter coat looks close to tears himself, and the equally broad but muscular guy with highlights is gently soothing him. The two men in suits (one immaculately groomed and the other that had been humming Jazz) exchange glances, vaguely amused by whatever drama is being played out.

“You blocked me everywhere, how else was I supposed to talk to you?” Richard’s words are just as angry, but he slowly backs up as the taller man stalks towards him.

“Obviously you weren’t supposed to talk to me.”

Across from Six, K sighs, slumping back into his chair, while Driver rolls his eyes.

“Henry, come on, you’re overreacting, I never-”

“I’m OVERREACTING?!”

“Okay, let's all take a breath before we do anything we might regret,” Ken interjects, stepping between the two men and placing a (surprisingly muscular) arm on each of their chests to keep them apart. “That includes you, Luke”

The tatted man — Luke — scoffs but stops twirling his knife in his pocket.

“Now Richard” Ken starts, turning to the seething blonde, “you know you’re on probation from this group, let’s calm down and talk about this outside”.

Richard seems like he’s going to protest until the blonde woman who helped Ken earlier steps up. 

“Either you and Ken talk things out together outside or you and I can. Your choice.”

A flash of nervousness flits across Richard's face, but he grumbles out a “Fine” and lets Ken escort him out, muttering the whole way.

The tension in the room dissipates.

Six lets himself relax slightly, the brewing conflict between him and the other group members now forgotten in the chaos. K seems weary, Driver looks vaguely irritated, and Julian-

Julian is still frozen in place, trembling, eyes somehow more distant than before.

Six frowns.

“Is he OK?”

Driver’s face hardens again, but before Six can ready himself for the venom about to be spat in his direction, Driver turns to Julian and softens. He takes one of Julian's hands, squeezing softly before gently rubbing a gloved thumb over his skin.

Six isn’t an idiot (despite Claire’s insistence). 

He’s seen plenty of guys have panic attacks in prison or even full-on flashbacks during CIA training. For a moment he recalls the countless nights in his cell, unable to breathe from the crushing weight in his chest, he feels himself being restrained and berated by his commander for blacking out and mistaking an officer for the enemy because he beat him just like his dad would-

Six squeezes his eyes shut for a beat.

Inhales.

Exhales.

Not now. He can flashback all he wants later when he’s not in front of a bunch of strangers.

Distraction time.

He turns to K, who’s staring at Julian mournfully. He clears his throat.

“Ahem. So, uhhhh, what was that whole fight thing about? Richard and Henry, was it?”

K hesitates, but when he notices Six dart his eyes pointedly at Julian and Driver, pursing his lips, he nods almost imperceptibly and slowly opens his mouth to explain.

Good. If he is ex-military or whatever like Six suspects, he probably gets it too.

“Richard and Henry, yeah,” he sighs, sounding almost disappointed.

“They met at this high school and started dating in college. Henry has a history of… Issues.” 

(He’s trying to be gracious, Six can tell) 

“Richard exploited Henry’s, uh, instability , convincing him he'd never hurt him. Then Richard’s best friend lets Henry know Richard’s been cheating on him the entire time with him and even sends him a videotape of it. Apparently, Richard secretly records all his ‘conquests’.”

K’s lip curls in disgust.

“Anyways, Henry was shattered, and word got back to Barbie, Ken, and Allan. I’ve never seen them so angry before; Ken had to calm them down before Allan got into another fight they couldn’t win, or before Barbie eviscerated him.” K smirks.

Allan must be the other person running the group, but then — 

“Wait, hang on, they’re actually Barbie and Ken? Are those just stage-names or…?”

K smirks again and Six can hear Driver huff out what could be a laugh next to him.

“Yeah, everyone has that realization once they join. I swear those are their real names. Apparently, they were raised together too?” K shrugs.

“Huh, wild. But yeah, that Richard kid seems like an asshole.”

K chuckles and Driver lets out another huff of laughter. Julian exhales an almost-giggle and signs something that makes Driver honest-to-god snort , while K has to put a hand over his mouth to cover his slowly widening grin.

Six’s grin falters a bit, wishing once again he had paid better attention to his ASL lessons during training.

“Sorry. I, uh, I don’t know signs all that well,” he admits, flushing with embarrassment.

Julian just nods and before any other group members can interpret for him, he opens his mouth and translates for himself in a cracked voice:

“Bitchard.”

Driver snorts again, hiding his head in his shoulder.

“He’s not wrong.” K smiles.

Six takes a breath. Biting the bullet (heh), he extends his hand out to K for a handshake.

“We got off on the wrong foot. I’m Six.” 

K takes his hand. His grip is strong but not too tight, the kind of handshake businessmen swoon over. 

“K,” he replies.

He elbows Driver slightly, who nudges him back, as if irritated, but he still turns toward Six. He hesitates, then sticks out his gloved hand. Six takes it, more gently, and is surprised that his grip is almost as strong as K’s. Driver’s shoulders tense, but he relaxes them and flashes Six a small smile.

“Nice to meet you”

He doesn’t introduce himself, but K calls him Driver and he responds, so that’s what Six’ll stick with.

Julian doesn’t extend a hand, but he does bring his head up to look at Six’s face. No eye contact, but Six is just flattered the man trusts him enough to even just look at him. He doesn’t say anything but nods his head in greeting. Six nods back, smiling.

Maybe Claire was right. It was nice to feel like he belonged.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Creeping Man pt 3

Look, the only logical explanation for this one is demonic possession.

That's not true, but it does add nicely to the Sherlock Holmes Urban Fantasy Universe I have been building in my head all year. The Truth Behind the Mysteries! The Conspiracy Uncovered! It's been magic and supernatural beings all along and Watson has been lying to us!

“I don't think you have anything to fear now for a week at least,” Holmes answered. “I am a busy man, and Dr. Watson has his patients to attend to."

This definitely wins the prize for the story that gives the most fucks about Watson's day job. It keeps being mentioned. Do you think an actual doctor sat down with ACD at some point and said 'excuse me, but your character is unrealistic'?

“He heard from his London correspondent to-day. There was a letter and there was a small packet, each with the cross under the stamp which warned me not to touch them. There has been nothing else.”

Oh, okay. So he's on drugs that he gets from this mysterious London correspondent every 9? days and then he takes them and he gets super high and crawls around on the floor and climbs pipes up to second floor windows.

"...it is necessary to hold the professor under observation. I would suggest, therefore, that you remain awake and on the lookout. Should you hear him pass your door, do not interrupt him, but follow him as discreetly as you can. Dr. Watson and I will not be far off."

Verily, it is time for the sneaky-sneak.

"...that he is in secret correspondence with a Bohemian dealer in London, who presumably represents someone in Prague, and that he received a packet from him this very day, all point in one direction. What he takes and why he takes it are still beyond our ken..."

So yeah, drugs. I caught onto that quite late. I'm ashamed of myself. I allowed myself to get too distracted by the demon of it all.

He was clad in his dressing-gown. As he stood outlined in the doorway he was erect but leaning forward with dangling arms, as when we saw him last.

Oh boy, is this going to be some sort of devolution thing? Like he takes a drug that makes him regress back to being an ape? Is that what's happening here? I thought we were past the period in literature where that was a major point when we got to these later stories. That was a thing at the end of the 1800s - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and the like. I guess it hung around.

As we watched him he suddenly began with incredible agility to ascend it. From branch to branch he sprang, sure of foot and firm of grasp, climbing apparently in mere joy at his own powers, with no definite object in view.

Oh wow, yep. That's some monkey-ass bullshit going on there.

What the fuck kind of drug does that?

The professor squatted down very deliberately just out of reach of the hound and began to provoke it in every possible way. He took handfuls of pebbles from the drive and threw them in the dog's face, prodded him with a stick which he had picked up, flicked his hands about only a few inches from the gaping mouth, and endeavoured in every way to increase the animal's fury...

OK, yeah. Roy is the victim in all this. Poor Roy. He'd better survive this story, Watson. Don't go adding any more dogs to your kill count.

It was a very narrow thing for the professor's life.

Do not care about the professor right now. What about the dog? Don't you dare kill Roy, Watson. Don't you dare!

Bennett's voice and presence brought the great wolfhound instantly to reason.

Thank heavens. Good dog. Who's a good boy? Anyone would have snapped after having stones thrown at them like that repeatedly. Roy is an innocent victim in all of this and I am so glad that he's survived.

The sharp teeth had passed dangerously near the carotid artery, and the haemorrhage was serious. In half an hour the danger was past, I had given the patient an injection of morphia, and he had sunk into deep sleep.

People in these stories seem to survive having dogs try to rip their throats out quite a lot... well, at least twice. Which is more times than I'd expect.

Also, Watson, I doubt the medical decision to give someone drugs when you don't know what drugs they're already on. You don't know how those two things are going to interact with each other. Especially when the guy's already lost a lot of blood. You're lucky you didn't accidentally kill him.

At least you didn't kill the dog, though, I suppose.

I'm also surprised you didn't give him brandy. And a little disappointed.

“At present the scandal is confined to our own household. It is safe with us. If it gets beyond these walls it will never stop. Consider his position at the university, his European reputation, the feelings of his daughter.”

So are we assuming that the guy is dead before this is published? And also didn't Watson say at the start that this story was to set the record straight?

"Let us see what we can find in the professor's mysterious box.”

'It is possible that the serum of anthropoid would have been better. I have, as I explained to you, used black-faced langur because a specimen was accessible. Langur is, of course, a crawler and climber, while anthropoid walks erect and is in all ways nearer.'

This is just magic, right? Sufficiently ridiculous pseudo science is just magic. So the professor has been treating some unknown ailment by shooting up with... serum made from animal blood? And that's been making him act like an animal?

Totally reasonable science there.

Wtf kind of condition requires this sort of treatment? It is ye olde viagra? He was supposed to be marrying a younger woman. Maybe he was worried about satisfying her.

"an obscure scientist who was striving in some unknown way for the secret of rejuvenescence and the elixir of life."

OMG it is old fashioned viagra! I was kidding. I'm sorry... 'elixir of life'. That's just viagra. Istg.

“The real source,” said Holmes, “lies, of course, in that untimely love affair which gave our impetuous professor the idea that he could only gain his wish by turning himself into a younger man.

You do not know how much I am laughing right now at the fact that this whole elaborate story is just because the guy wanted to be able to fuck a younger woman. Seriously. All of this because of erectile dysfunction. (Yes, I know it's not stated outright in the text, but subtext people. SUBTEXT. We all know what he means.) I know it's a serious problem for people who suffer from it, but the fact that all these people were freaking out because he went off to Prague and got himself shot up with animal juice so he could get laid but it had the side effect of turning him into a monkey once every 9 days. It's so much. And it's honestly such a believable reason.

"The highest type of man may revert to the animal if he leaves the straight road of destiny.”

This is nonsense, though. Fuck destiny. Nothing is preordained. And straight roads are so boring. Trying to get it up when you're older doesn't make you an animal. He just got involved with an unethical scientist. He needed to stop and ask for peer review and some proper drug trials.

Don't take experimental drugs, people. Unless as part of a regulated medical trial. Don't do it. Not even for the sake of sex. It's not worth it. You'll turn into a monkey and upset puppies.

I don't even think he ended up with the girl after all this. Tragic.

"Consider, Watson, that the material, the sensual, the worldly would all prolong their worthless lives. The spiritual would not avoid the call to something higher. It would be the survival of the least fit."

Rude. I get you're all about the cerebral, Holmes. But that's just rude.

And that's it. No confrontation with the professor. I assume that they stop him from taking the drugs after that. Pity he wasn't born a century later, then he'd have had access to something that worked. No idea if he got the girl in the end. Or how he was expecting it to work if he did marry her and every 9 days he turned into a monkey. That's something to learn about your new husband.

But oh wow, the pseudo science in this on. It's so much. I don't even know what to make of it. Injecting animal serum makes you act like an animal. Injecting animal serum makes you live longer. Wow. just wow. I guess the emphasis on Watson's job was to remind us that he's a doctor so when he starts doing doctory things we don't get confused.

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: copium

imagine with me for a second that chrollo managed to return kortopi and shalnark's abilities before hisoka showed up.

this is your only warning: this is a long ass post

THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND (coping so hard)

like idk where this mf went after the fight, but it would have been in chrollo's best interest to immediately return their abilities (more copium).

so let's just say he does (COPE). could Black Voice and Gallery Fake at their maximum potentials actually take hisoka down?

For one, we know that Shalnark has the secret Autopilot ability that he only uses in desperate situations. And that taps into an OBSCENE amount of aura being released all at once and for all argument's sake, it's basically super saiyan mode. Meaning he can probably fly.

For two, we don't (officially) know what Kortopi is capable of. But we know that guy has a reserve of aura that is capable of supplying copies of, lets assume, 200 rare items that have been taken all across the city (assumed 472 square miles). and they last for 24 hours. that isn't any kind of nen curse or condition, that is straight up just raw power.

am i thinking about this fight in detail? yes i am. am i going to actually write it? maybe!!

how i think it would play out logistically.

assuming hisoka doesn't know about autopilot, shalnark has the best opportunity to one shot the clown. however, depending on how fast hisoka is able to adapt to autopilot (going to refer to it as shark mode for the haha), it will cost shalnark.

if the fight gets drawn out, it could potentially kill him anyway. put him in nen debt so deep he will never financially recover.

that being said, shark mode can overpower bungee gum just like we saw it get overwhelmed in the fight with Razor: if the thing on the other end of the gum is stronger than the thing holding it (hisoka's arm), then hisoka will either lose that arm or disengage. That, or the sheer amount of aura will make it impossible for bungee gum to stick to anything. shark mode is definitely stronger than hisoka's bones.

Shalnark can set elimination targets but can he also include conditions? because shal has two win conditions: 'eliminate' hisoka, or stick him with the other needle. One is arguably easier than the other: so can he set shark mode to deactivate when one or the other is fulfilled or not? who knows.

Kortopi on the other hand shows hisoka up in quantity of aura big time. He's only held back by his need to use the toilet during this fight.

he doesn't have a lot of weapons in his immediate utility while out in the open, but he is still very much a utility. I discussed this in an earlier post, speculating about kortopi's bigger copies being able to be dragged and dropped wherever he pleases before conjuring, but say he could and bro just starts copy and pasting entire plots of land on top of hisoka.

And while kortopi doesn't have a lot in terms of physical strength, assuming he's been trained like the rest of the troupe, he knows how to utilize the basic concepts and could probably survive a hisoka punch directly to the face if he used Ken. Because again, Kortopi has an absolutely insane amount of aura.

i also enjoy the idea of kortopi using a broken iron fence post and using it as a super charged javelin. i just think thats funky~~

he can also cancel bungee gum placements if it is attached to any of his copies. He has baggy enough clothes that if hisoka attaches to it, he has more than enough 'armor' to duplicate and then throw away.

on top of that, kortopi can copy shalnark's antenna using his own aura, which means it costs shalnark nothing, and disguise fakes to try and fool hisoka. it might work once but it could buy them time/warm up the fight.

that being said. this is a lot of assumptions and there are two ways hisoka clean sweeps shalnark. with kortopi i think he might actually struggle, just because of kortopi's proficiency at conjuration. he only outclasses kortopi in the field of experience and physical strength. With shalnark though, there's two ways to get rid of shark mode: remove the antenna from shalnark's body or destroy his phone.

Hisoka probably knows this because he's had experience with manipulators and if he's observant enough, he'll pick up on it immediately. The main question is, could his gum actually get through the aura barrier to attach to the antenna or phone. If yes, he wins as soon as he attaches gum to the antenna.

The phone is a harder question because we don't know if shalnark has to be holding it or not to activate shark mode. This isn't a question i thought i'd ask but im asking it now for the sake of the plot of this fight.

it would be an interesting restriction: "i have to hold my phone while in this mode" H O W E V E R i think shalnark is smart enough to consider that sometimes shark mode will overstay its welcome and end up with him in a nen debt. so i think he has an override installed on the device so someone else can shut him down if he goes for too long. It's a risk and a reward. so in this scenario i think he doesn't hold the phone at all and instead hands it off to Chrollo who is there because he just returned their powers to them.

which is a very big risk. because hisoka then has an opening to circle back and snatch the phone from chrollo and destroy it, cancelling shalnark's entire game plan, but i think he'll be thoroughly distracted for at least a while.

i just think it would be interesting. and hisoka is a changed man now, he wouldn't get any schwing out of fighting them because he's so dead set on making chrollo suffer for killing him.

who would win? that depends on a lot of things. Shark mode has a warm up timer and kortopi has to defend them both in the 1.5 seconds that takes. if hisoka successfully slashes shal in that time frame, then yeah. kortopi has to 1v1 hisoka and will probably lose purely because of their surroundings.

but, if they're all running at maximum capacity then my money is on autopilot shalnark. Bro outpaces, out punches and out aura's hisoka in every field. There is no escape. Unless chrollo presses the (not canon but canon because i said so) override, then shalnark will chase that motherfucker to the ends of the earth until he dies.

i think it will cost shalnark his life if he does win. but it's worth it and much more satisfying than if he'd been completely defenseless cough togashi COUGH TOGASHI YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT TO HIM. COUGH COUGH.

and kortopi gets to live.

[goat-charcoop]

Welcome to the new Oceanside Wellness

*Private Practice Season 1 Episode 1*

The moment the world met Charlotte King.

Looking back now, I have loved this character from the beginning. I've read about people who hated her at first but grew to love her as the series progressed, this thankfully did not befall me. I've always loved a badass, take no prisoners, speak your mind no matter what female main character with a soft heart hiding behind all the barb, and that my friends is Charlotte King.

The way she stormed into the series, telling Sam to get out of her way. Her face when the woman yelled, "I want Ken's sperm now!" Her "That dead man's swimmers are staying exactly where they are. You got a way to fight me on that? I'd like to see you try." Yes, queen! Her little smirk after she insults Sam's book, absolute Charlotte King at it's core and I am in love with it.

That lawyer also does not love his life. Raising his finger at Charlotte King, you are a brave soul, my dude.

Cooper is such a kid at heart. And I kind of love it, most of the time. That 'I'm just a baby' trend from a while back comes to mind when he acts all goofy.

After my rewatch he is now called Handsome Cooper, lol because when he greets Addison again he asks if she remembers him and says, handsome in such a wholesome 'how could you not, I'm a hottie' way and it kills me. Then him clutching Violet's stuff in the mall, him messing around with the fishing rod, such a boy *insert heart eyes* It also helps that everytime he's great with a kid on-screen I find him a little hotter than before.

Some other fave moments from this ep:

1. "That's a loud deposit." - Sam Bennett said something hilarious, who fucking knew.

2. I still like Pete this season, he also looks hot. Conceited but hot. Thinking Addison came back because of the kiss though, I mean, man bring down the ego a notch or three.

3. Where did Sam's dog go?

4. This interaction:

'How you doing there, Pete? ' -Addison

"Kicking ass and taking names. You? " Pete

"Ass kicking and name taking are on my resume." Addison (Fucking badass!) Also Addison last monologue, brilliant!

5. Eating a whole cake on the floor with your best friend, goals.

6. "Oh my god, when did my knees turn 80?" - Violet (feel you girl)

7. Midwiffery, is that even a word. 😂😂 I remember them joking about it on some interview too, hilarious.

Honourable mention:

The woman who played Violet's first patient did an absolutely phenomenal job, especially in her last scene. So heartbreaking.

And now the rambling is over, if you read all this I commend you.

Much love.