#and this is not some “ohhh then go there if you like it some much” thing

[lowdownlolo]

ohhh my favourite fred fluff scenario please i need to see your take on it PLEASEEE

fred and reader have been in a secure relationship for months, they're so healthy and so trusting and comfortable. there's a gryffindor house party that fred most definitely goes to, though reader stays in their dorm (homework or just tired or whatever reason).

some other girl has polyjuiced herself into reader and tries to make fred jealous by making out with other guys or trying to break up with him, all the while posing as the reader.

fred sees through it immediately cause wtf this is not my love? whomst are you and how quickly can you run because when they find out about this you better have left the country.

fred is possessive of them, obviously, but he also knows that they are just like that about him. there is not a force in the world that could drive the two apart, especially not some random person at a party.

feel free to change anything you wish oh but PLEASE i wanna see your spin on this so badly pleaseee

꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝒸𝓀ℴ𝒻𝒻 | 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓁ℯ𝓎 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥?..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮(𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!💋), 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝’𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬! 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, (𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨!) 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @kisses4fred 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 💋💖

Fred Weasley had been in high spirits when he left your dorm that evening, the usual buzz of a Gryffindor house party calling his name. You’d waved him off with an indulgent smile, telling him to go enjoy himself while you stayed back to catch up on your homework—or possibly just to enjoy a quiet evening without the noise and chaos.

“Try not to blow up the common room,” you’d teased, glancing up from your parchment.

Fred had laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead before pulling back to study you with a warm, fond expression. “Blow it up? Love, I’d never leave you homeless. I’ll keep the chaos contained.”

“Sure you will,” you’d replied dryly, your lips twitching into a smile.

Fred had left reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder one last time before closing the door. He didn’t particularly want to go to the party, not when you weren’t there, but George had insisted. “You’re already an old married man,” George had teased. “Come on, live a little.”

The party was as wild as expected. Gryffindors packed the common room, music blaring, butterbeer and firewhiskey flowing freely. Fred, as usual, was in the center of it all, orchestrating pranks, laughing with friends, and keeping George from getting them both banned from the tower. But no matter how much fun he was having, a part of his mind always wandered back to you. He wondered if you were still working or if you’d fallen asleep on your books, and he caught himself glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until he could sneak away and return to you.

That’s why, when you walked into the common room, Fred’s heart stuttered for a second.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You’d said you were too tired to deal with the noise, too swamped with work to join. But there you were, standing at the edge of the room. Fred’s initial surprise melted into confusion as he watched you move. Something wasn’t right.

You didn’t carry yourself the way you usually did. Fred was used to your quiet confidence, the way you moved like you belonged anywhere you chose to be. But this version of you was stiff, hesitant, almost awkward. It was subtle, something most people wouldn’t notice—but Fred did. He always noticed you.

Then came the real blow: you sauntered over to some Ravenclaw bloke and laughed at whatever drivel he was saying. It was a loud, shrill laugh—one that didn’t belong to you at all. Fred frowned, his hand tightening around the butterbeer he’d been nursing. His confusion deepened, but he didn’t feel panic. He trusted you implicitly, knew that whatever he was seeing couldn’t possibly be real.

And then you kissed the Ravenclaw.

Fred didn’t feel heartbreak or betrayal. Instead, he felt something colder, sharper. He set his drink down slowly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the scene in front of him. The way you moved, the way you kissed—it was all wrong. Whoever this person was, they weren’t you. They didn’t know how you leaned into Fred when you kissed him, or the soft little sigh you made when you pulled back. They didn’t know you well enough to even pretend to be you convincingly.

Fred’s lips curled into a smirk, dark and dangerous. Whoever had done this—whoever had dared to steal your face—was about to learn why you didn’t mess with a Weasley, especially not his person.

He pushed through the crowd with purpose, weaving between dancing students until he stood just a few feet away from the impostor. His towering frame and piercing stare were enough to draw attention, and the room began to quiet as people noticed him.

“Well, well,” Fred drawled, his voice carrying easily over the muffled music. “What a surprise, love. Didn’t know you’d decided to master time travel and personality swaps tonight.”

The impostor froze, their back stiffening as they turned to face him. Their expression faltered for the briefest moment before they forced a bright, nervous smile.

“Fred! I—uh, I thought you’d be happy to see me!”

Fred tilted his head, his smirk widening as he stepped closer. His eyes were sharp, glittering with something that made the impostor shrink back slightly. “See, I am happy to see you. But there’s just one problem.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “You’re not her.”

The impostor blinked, their smile faltering completely now. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m—”

Fred laughed, the sound cold and humorless. “Please. You think I wouldn’t notice? I know every inch of her, every look, every move. You? You’re a cheap knockoff.” He leaned closer, his tone darkening. “Whoever you are, you’ve got about five seconds to explain yourself before I make you wish you’d never set foot in this tower.”

The impostor’s eyes darted around the room, clearly realizing they were cornered. The real you wasn’t here to see this, but Fred knew you’d be livid when you found out. And Merlin help whoever had done this, because Fred was possessive of you, sure—but you were just as protective of him. There wasn’t a force in the world that could drive the two of you apart, and anyone foolish enough to try was playing a losing game.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the impostor stammered, but their voice wavered, betraying their panic.

Fred didn’t even blink. “Run,” he said simply, his tone low and menacing.

The impostor didn’t need to be told twice. They bolted for the door, nearly tripping over themselves in their haste. Fred watched them go, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and fury. He’d deal with the details later—figure out who they were and how they’d managed this stunt. For now, all he wanted was to see you.

When Fred reached your dorm, he knocked lightly before stepping inside. You were exactly as he’d pictured: curled up in a blanket, your quill in hand, looking up at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Fred? Back so soon? What happened to the party?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the room and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. You let out a soft laugh, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

“Fred, what’s going on?” you asked, your voice muffled against his jumper.

“Nothing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Just missed you.”

You pulled back slightly, your brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay? You’re acting… weird.”

Fred smiled, his usual playfulness returning as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Weirdly in love, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile softened. Whatever had happened at the party, you didn’t need to know all the details. Fred was here, with you, and that was all that mattered.

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taglist is open if you wanna be added loves! 💖💋

[elliee3e]

‘primal needs’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ logan howlett x f! reader

thinking about logan in heat/with ruts x reader who’s ovulating … ohhh my god !!

content warnings ;

piv, size difference, heat/ruts, dubious consent but it’s very slight okay mentions of breeding kink but not really ?? it’s just cumming inside but it’s implied guys

author’s note ;

guys, i’m going through a slight writer’s block urgh . but it’s christmas & so i came up with this little idea !! merry christmas to everyone & hopefully i can also get something out before or shortly after new years <33 MWAH!

the air between you two is thick and heavy as logan’s cock stretches you to the hilt like nothing else.

the sloppy mess and smell of pure, primal driven need also clings to the air — as well as the lewd, squelching sounds of him pounding into you: pulling delicious moans from both your bodies.

even after going like this for more times than you can count, both you and logan are anything but tired. and the reason for that?

logan’s in heat. all you could feel all week was him pressing up against you, whether from behind or in front, anywhere, anytime — just trying to get some friction. and as much as it pained you to shove him away each and every time, you didn’t want to risk anything in public.

however when he gets you to himself in his room, you two are all over eachother like rabid animals. he’s biting at your neck, big hands pulling at your clothes and nearly tearing them apart; not that you cared — all you wanted was to get dicked down, as your sex drive had spiked all week too.

and logan could tell. his already heightened senses only peaked when he was in heat: causing him to sniff you out from far away even, the sweet scent of your pussy dripping for him was enough to drive him to find you no matter where you were. and when he did, best believe he’ll drag you somewhere just to toy with your pussy.

“ah, look at her. always a sloppy mess for me, ain’ she?” he’d tease, lips hovering right over your neck as his hand had started to make it’s descent to slip into your panties, fingers already dragging lazy circles over your clit.

it was always a messy combination.

even in the mornings, when logan would wake up first, he’d notice you still asleep and slot his knee between your thighs and up your little short nightdress — nudging you awake by rubbing his knee against your clit through your already damp panties. by the time you’d wake up, you’d feel his warm cock already pressing against your folds, wake up to the sight of him on top of you, his arms pressed on either side of your pillow. “this okay, doll? m’ sorry, i couldn’t wait..” he’d grunt, voice still rough and tired, but you nodded in silent agreement — needing this just as much as him and feeling as he then sunk his cock into your wet, eager walls no problem — a groan leaving both him and you.

when you would wake up first, it was a little different, as you’d find yourself spreading your thighs to get onto his with a little whine. you rocked your hips against his thigh needily, awaking the man easily. he’d wake up to feel your heat rubbing up against his thigh.

“mm.. well look at my pretty princess, grindin’ like a lil puppy all over me—..” his tired voice would finally speak up as he registered the situation in his mind, his cock already starting to strain against his boxers. it made you whine for more, as his big hand shamelessly pulled your hand onto him to palm his cock — the beginning of a morning you two knew would last all afternoon.

and when i mean anytime, anywhere, i mean it. the man’s practically a dog, a dog in heat if you may. he’s absolutely rabid when in heat and will look for any excuse to get you someplace private just to get some release.

sometimes, you feel like you can barely keep up, with the way he’s manhandling you and shifting your position so he can get the best friction on his cock — for example, you could be on your back and this man, with his godforsaken huge hands, will shamelessly turn you onto your stomach and hold your head down against the pillow, slipping into your sweet pussy from behind to slam his cock against that spot he knows has you seeing stars, from the way your words turn into jumbled whines and moans.

and from that, he could also easily turn you back over into a mating press. his favorite. he’d most likely be like that for a while, until he empties his cum into you and has you doing the same all over his cock, before sitting back and starting to pull you onto his lap to ride him for another orgasm, a repeat of all week all over again.

[your-hockey-mom]

could you plspls do an imagine about cooking breakfast for/with quinn? <3

The blankets were warm, weighted, and the room dark. 

Quinn's breath tickled your neck as he laid right up against you, arm anchoring you to his side as if you would try to leave. You had been awake for only a little bit but it didn't matter. Mornings like this meant the world: ones where he got to stay home for just a little longer. Any morning you got to share with him were not to be taken for granted. You would let him sleep until he decided to get up. It was still early enough. 

Several minutes passed before Quinn started to stir. The feeling of his facial hair against your bare shoulder made you giggle. 

"Mmmm, good morning, sweetheart." His morning voice was dangerous. Would make you sin in an instant if asked. You would restrain yourself this time. He was just saying good morning; a genuine good morning. 

"Morning, baby." You linked your fingers with his, still being the little spoon. He was so warm; he was always your little heated blanket. Thankfully, Quinn didn't mind that you got clingy when you were cold. It always seemed like you were cold. 

"Been up long?" His voice was low and his words ended in a whisper. It made your heart race. 

Your eyes had fluttered closed again. You could have easily drifted back to sleep. "I don't think so."

"You should have woke me up," Quinn nuzzled into you, somehow pulling you closer into his body. 

"I wanted you to get some sleep. Especially after last night." The game had been a rough one; another OT loss, and he had come home under a raincloud. What he needed most was some cuddle time and a good night's rest. You preferred to have those moments with a happy Quinn, but a defeated Quinn needed just as much love if not a little more.

"I'm fine, baby, but thanks for thinking about me." 

"Of course." You both lay there quietly; your breathing still synced. The feeling of his flushed skin against yours had your whole body on fire. You were going to need a cold shower if you laid here any longer. "Want me to make you something to eat?"

"I'll help you. Not fair that you always do everything." 

"But I don't mind!" You whine, feeling like he was somehow not happy with how you had been doing things. 

"I know you don't mind, but it makes me feel bad. Let me hop in the shower and I'll be your cooking partner." He kisses your shoulders several times, so thankful his lip isn't still in stitches. 

- - - 

"So, what were you thinking?" Quinn asks, locking his arms around your waist as you both stand before the open fridge. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at the selection with eager anticipation. You always kept the kitchen stocked during the season, so he really had no idea what there was to work with. 

"Omelets?"

"Ohhh, let's do that. I was thinking French toast, but that sounds better."

You lay your head against his, "Are you sure? I can do either."

"We can do either." Quickly, Quinn lays a kiss to your cheek before he reaches for the carton of eggs off the shelf. 

"You're such a brat," you say through laughter, but Quinn disagrees with you.

"Are you sure you aren't talking about yourself?"

"Quinny!" You playfully pout, popping him lightly with a dish towel you grabbed from the sink. However he's quicker and grabs it from your grasp before it makes contact with his back.

"Wanna play?" He teases, eyebrows raised. "I think you'll lose!" 

In one quick movement, he puts his hands on your hips and shortens the distance between the two of you. You fall into him; palms against his chest. 

"I just wanna make breakfast," you mumble, trying to keep up the act of being pouty, but it doesn't last long. The moment he leans in to kiss you, you melt. 

"Then we'll make breakfast. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you do the eggs? I'll chop all the other stuff."

"Fair." His hands fall from your waist to give your bum the softest squeeze before he turns back towards the island. 

"Brat!" 

- - - 

"I've got mushrooms, onions, red bell peppers, cheese, and ham. Am I forgetting anything?"

Quinn's digging around in the cabinet for the right pan when he looks over at you. He's just admiring the view when you finally catch him, having not gotten an answer from him. 

"What?"

"You're beautiful," he says lovingly with a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "But no, I don't think you've forgotten anything.

You just shake your head, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. He knew just how to make you flustered, but secretly, you loved it, and he knew it. He'd never take it too far where it hurt your feelings, just until he'd make you lose your ability to use your words. Normally, all it took was a well place compliment. 

"Will this one work?" He asks, producing a (hopefully) large enough skillet from the cabinet. To be honest, he had no idea what he was doing, but he was trying. 

"Mhm! Should work just fine."

Once the pan was heated through, you took charge pouring Quinn's eggy mixture into the pan while he stood at the ready to put in the filler.

"What do you want?" He asked, putting a section of hair behind your ear, standing beside you, 

"This one is yours! What do (you) want?" 

"Yours first, sweetheart." He touches your face, turning it towards him for a kiss. 

You just shake your head after. "This is too much for me!"

"Baby, I can wait."

"And so can I!"

Quinn's turn to shake his head, smirking as he does. "Compromise? Can we put it all in at once and just...share it?"

"Do you know how cute you are when you don't try?" You say, almost sidestepping his offer. "Yes, we can do that."

- - -

"Is that enough cheese?" He asks, worried he's going to somehow ruin breakfast. 

"Little more!"

"Wait, you're not supposed to have cheese! Baby~" Quinn's voice drops off towards the end, remembering your lactose intolerance. 

"Oh, I'll live!" Your voice is the complete opposite of his. It's playful, almost excited. 

"If you just want an excuse to lay with me on the couch all day, you don't have to put yourself through a painful stomach ache to do so." He sounds sad, or at least worried for you. 

"Baby, it's just cheese! I'll feel bad for a little bit and then I'll be fine! Happens all the time."

He just sighs, stepping back behind you. He's always wished that you cared as much for yourself as you did for him. No matter how much you reassured him that you were always fine, he still worried. 

"I never want you to be in pain." He whispers, close to you again; soft kisses from your ear to the curve of your shoulder. 

"Quinny, baby. I promise I'll be okay!" You touch his cheek as he leans into your hand. "I promise."

He breathes deeply, burying his nose in your hair. "Okay, if you're sure."

"I am,"

- - -

"Are you sure you got enough?" Quinn asks seeing how full his plate is in comparison to yours. 

"Yeah, I think so, why?"

"Are you sure? I don't need all of this." His brows are knitted together as you come to the table. You kiss the top of his head to soothe his current wave of worry. 

"You fuss too much over me."

"I do not. I love you." He sticks his lower lip out slightly. He hadn't had a good pouting episode in a hot minute. You forgot how much you both loved it and how much it could annoy you. The annoyance was only when he was being unreasonable. 

"I love you too, babe, but you're being a booger."

This breaks him: he smirks then laughs. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

"That's what I thought!" You give him a wink before taking a seat next to him at the island. Once you're seated, he spins you away from your plate and towards him. "Quinny!'

His thumb presses against your lips, fingers resting just under your chin, stopping any further whining for the moment. You let your fingers wrap around his wrist lightly causing him to smirk. There was the slightest flicker of mischief in his eyes but it faded as quickly as it appeared. 

"This was fun."

You nod, his thumb now gliding across your bottom lip. His eyes were flipping between your eyes and your mouth like he was struggling to decide what to focus on. With much anticipation, he'd kiss you deeply, letting his hand rise up through your hair. His ability to take your breath away wasn't fair, but the way it made you feel made you yearn for such moments. 

"Can we do this tomorrow morning?" He whispers, his forehead touching yours. 

"Anytime you want to."

[r4fe-cam3ron]

CHRISTMAS STORY SEVEN | SCOTT STREET — ex!r. cameron x reader

w; this can be read as a stand-alone but i made something that COULD connect to it and be considered as a ‘part one’ - link here! angst, ooc rafe, ambiguous ending, perhaps room for just one more chapter - still on the fence about it.

an; this is honestly the one that sparked this whole christmas story themed oneshots i won’t lie :p

It’s a stupid thing to tense about - the scene from the Christmas movie playing on the television. 

Over How The Grinch Stole Christmas. 

Rafe is tense at the scene of baby Grinch, the small, very un-real…monster? He wasn't sure what that thing was, but the way his fingers clenched the glass in his hand before bringing the cup to his lips, downing the rest. 

He blinks and stares at the empty cup before glancing over, watching as he goes into school. 

He remembers how you used to cry at the scene and he’d laugh at you, making you push his shoulder. Sarah glances over at him, brows lifting slightly. 

“Why do you seem so…” She thinks of a word, but they fall short. “I don’t know.” 

“I don’t seem like anything,” He quickly fires back, shaking his head. Wheezie glances over at the two, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder. Her and Sarah were wearing matching pajamas - they even bought Rafe a pair of matching bottoms that he, regretfully and reluctantly, had on with a sweatshirt. 

Ward and Rose were gone at a business party. Rafe didn’t want to go, he’d been slacking off more recently with his work. Ward had noticed just how much, yet, stayed silent about it - for the time being. 

The doorbell catches Sarah’s attention, pushing herself off the couch and jogging towards the door. Rafe tries to glance over the couch to see who it was, but he realizes quickly it was John B when he steps in - the same pajamas on. 

Rolling his eyes, he stands from the couch, muttering to himself. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” He walks to the kitchen, putting his cup in the sink before grabbing his keys and wallet that rest on the counter before stepping back out. “Wheezie, let’s go.” He motions towards the door. 

John B glances at Sarah who frowns. “Why? Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to get some food,” He slips on his jacket. He waits for Wheezie as he stands by the door. “Don’t get in trouble or go anywhere.” He points towards John B, eyebrows lifting slightly. 

Wheezie walks out, leaving the door wide open. Rafe sighs and follows behind her, slipping into the car, quickly turning it on. “What are you going to get?” 

“I’ll find something at the store. Buckle up,” He motions towards her. She rolls her eyes and pulls the belt over her chest. He lightly taps the back of her head. “Your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.” 

She dismisses his statement with a hum, eyes looking over at him. “Why did you seem so angry when we were watching the movie?” 

“What?” His eyes cut over towards her as he slows to a stop. 

“Ohhh,” She smiles softly. “I get it.” 

“Get what?” 

She says your name and he almost breaks too hard - instead he grips the wheel, clenching his teeth so hard they feel as if they might break. 

“She used to cry at that movie - specifically that part,” Rafe says nothing, so she continues. “Why don’t you…oh, I don’t know, man up and text her?” 

“It’s not that easy.” He shakes his head. 

“I’m sure she wouldn’t just leave you—”

“She has every right too and I’d still feel angry if she would leave me on seen, Wheez,” He sighs and rubs his palm over his head as he slows to a stop, staring at the red light. “It’s not easy. It’s difficult. You’re young and it might seem like it would be easy - but our situation is…” 

“Complicated.” She offers. 

“That,” He nods, puffing out his cheeks slightly with air before letting out a big huff. “Or ridiculous - either one. I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s a stupid thing to think about,” He scoffs, pressing on the gas once the light turns green. 

“There’s other things to worry about.” 

Wheezie stays silent for a moment, looking away and at her hands that rest in her lap. She misses you, truly. She remembers when she was about five - or six - when you helped her with a scrape she had gotten from falling off her bike. 

She wasn’t even supposed to be riding by herself. 

Then you walked up the driveway, pink bag in hand. She remembers you dropping it on the way over to her sobbing form, quickly squatting next to her to look at it better. 

Wheezie had cried about not wanting Ward to find out that she had been doing exactly what she wasn’t supposed to be doing - you’d promised her, walked her around the back of the house after grabbing your bag from the ground, and stepped into the bathroom to clean her wound. 

She remembered that you’d also brought her favorite candy, pulling the chocolate from your bag and handing it over to her with a finger pressed to your lips. A secret. Her tears had dried up quickly and she remembered hugging you for the first time that day. 

“I miss her,” She finally says. Rafe parks, eyes glancing over at Wheezie. It’s weird seeing emotion from her - besides the built-in sarcasm that the Cameron’s all seem to share. “She treated me like I was her friend. Especially when Sarah had her old friends over - she was the one to include me even when they didn’t want me around,” She shrugs a bit. 

“Sometimes she’d even just hang around me instead when they were a little too mean,” She nods and looks over at him. “She was the only one to fight for Sarah when she was pushing away. Did she fight for you the same way?” 

Rafe stays silent, lips pulling into a tight line at the question. He didn’t want Wheezie to be more upset or angry because then he wouldn’t know how to console the teenage girl. 

“Uhm,” He didn’t want to lie either. But he also didn’t want her to be angry with you - you didn’t deserve that. “She deserved better than me, Wheezie. She has too good of a heart to have the last name Cameron.” 

The younger girl frowns and deflates at his words, eyes pulling away from him. “Yeah,” She mutters. “Who would want to spend time with us anyway, right?” She reaches for the handle, pushing the door open before slipping out and slamming the door shut. 

Rafe sighs and closes his eyes for a moment. Shaking his head, he grabs his keys from the ignition and slides out himself. He walks around the truck and towards the entrance. Wheezie follows behind with her hands stuffed into her blue jacket. 

“If you want to get any candy, or something, go find it. I’ll be at the frozen section,” He motions towards the aisle. Wheezie nods and begins to walk towards the candy. “Candy then back to me.” 

She waves her hand in the air, turning the corner. He sighs and turns the opposite way, walking towards the produce first. He grabs some fruit - strawberries, kiwi’s, and some grapes. Even some of those tangerines Wheezie and Sarah enjoy so much - he might even eat one. Or four. 

He reaches for the pre-shredded lettuce, dropping it into the cart, wincing as he turns and the wheel squeaks. He steps into the FROZEN MEALS aisle. 

“Rafe!” He flinches but quickly turns when he hears Wheezie’s voice, eyes landing on her as soon as she turns the corner. “Look who’s back!” 

He feels as if someone had placed a brick against his chest before standing and applying all their weight to it. It was you. You were back from college and he didn’t even know. 

Did Sarah? 

“Hey.” You smile. It’s soft, a bit awkward. But he remembers when he first saw you smile at him like that. It was endearing at the time, truly — especially since it was the first time he had admitted to liking you.

Now it makes him feel heavy. 

“Hey.” He nods a bit, eyes trying to dart away to look at the pizza’s but they seem to continue to land on you each time.

Wheezie looks between the two of you, a pack of sour gummies in her hand. She walks over to the cart, nudging him slightly with her elbow as she passes to drop the pack into the cart. “Oh! We’re out of ranch,” You both quickly turn your gaze to the girl — desperate and pleading. She ignores it. 

“I’ll go get some.” She points over her shoulder, turning and walking away. You watch her quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

“She’s growing up.” You finally say, eyes drifting back to Rafe who continues to stare at the empty aisle as if Wheezie was still there. He finally turns and glances at you, nodding with a small smile. 

He scratches at his neck. “Yeah. It’s crazy how quick she’s growing. Teenage years are awful,” He shakes his head, opening the door and grabbing two boxes of pepperoni out. “Have you talk to or seen—”

“Yeah,” You nod, cutting him off. “I saw Sarah yesterday,” Something about that makes him drop the boxes a bit more aggressively than necessary. You frown a bit. 

He still has the same tendencies when he’s angry. Taking it out on objects now, rather than people. But the way his head twisted slightly, fingers balling up into fist before quickly shaking out his hand as he tries to be discreet stays the same. 

“I…I like your…” You motion towards your own head, eyeing the buzzcut. 

“Oh,” He nods and rubs his clammy palm over the short, prickly hairs once again. “Yeah. Wanted to change it up. Dad wasn’t happy about it, but…” He shrugs a bit as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it?’.  

You nod a bit. “How are you?” He quickly looks over at you. “I mean, like…at work and stuff. How’s work?” 

“Sales are going through the roof,” He lies easily, pursing his lips and he nods. His hip lands and the side of the cart as his hand comes down to hold it - ring twisting around his finger slightly. “How’s college? Meet any new friends or anything?” He’s trying to be nonchalant. It’s cute, really. It has you wanting to break out into a smile - you clear your throat and shake your head. 

Or anything? he had asked. 

“Friends, yes. And…anything?” Your brows lift and watch as he realizes that you knew exactly what he meant, cheeks slightly flushing a pink color. You’ve only ever seen him blush twice with you - and it’s a pretty pink color against his pale skin. “No.”  

It looks as if his shoulders release the tension that had made them seem rigid, a slight breath leaving his lips as he nods. It’s quiet then - the small tapping of Rafe’s fingers against the cart and the music that’s playing at a low volume. 

“I should—”

“You look nice,” He quickly says. His fingers stop tapping the cart, opting to wrap around the metal. “Good. Pretty — well, you always look pretty, but—”

“Thank you,” You smile softly, nodding a bit. “I’ll see you around, Rafe, okay?” He watches as you turn away and turn in a different direction. Rafe begins to step forward, but stops. 

“What are you doing?” Wheezie looks at him. There’s no bottle of ranch in her hand. “Are you seriously chickening out?” 

Yes. Yes, he is. Because that’s what he always does. 

He backs away, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He begins to walk quickly towards the registers. 

Wheezie has to jog slightly to keep up, stopping when she bumps into his arm. “Oh, come on! She still loves—”

“Wheezie,” His feet stop suddenly, voice raising slightly as he looks over at her. “Will you just…stop interfering with something that doesn’t involve you, please? You’re just a kid — there is not anything you could tell me about being in a relationship. So, drop it.” 

Rafe had been trying to do better, get better, with both Sarah and Wheezie. He realized that they truly only had one another. With a present father that’s emotionally unavailable, and a step-mother who follows him around as if she were a lost puppy. 

But he’s snapping again and he hates it. He hates the look on Wheezie’s face. He stares at her for a moment before sighing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” He shakes his head. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just…” He trails off and gives her a look before looking away. 

Wheezie nods in understanding, though she still seemed upset. “Let’s just hurry and get out of here, please. I’m tired.” She begins to walk towards the registers. 

Sighing deeply, Rafe follows behind. Wheezie holds everything in her arms, watching as Rafe pays. He takes a couple of bags from her arms, walking outside towards his car. She stands in behind him as he unlocks the door, putting everything inside. 

Once he grabs the rest of the bags, Wheezie steps towards the passenger door. She glances over her shoulder and spots you in your car, buckling up. You look up and pause when you notice her staring. 

Giving her a small smile, you lift your hand and wave. You watch as she does the same before climbing into Rafe’s truck. Chewing at the inside of your cheek, you watch as his truck pulls out of the parking lot before you finally decide to pull out as well. 

Once at home, you step inside and place the bag of groceries onto the counter before putting everything into its rightful place. Your home for the holidays - yet your parents are not. At least, not until Christmas. 

It’s the 22nd. 

Glancing around the empty home, you decide not to stay inside any longer, even though you just got home. Walking up the steps, you quickly change into some comfortable clothing and grab a blanket. Slipping on slippers instead, you make your way downstairs and back outside to your car. 

Parking once you hear the crashing of the waves and the smell of ocean water, you smile to yourself. You reach over and grab the blanket before making your way towards your usual spot, spreading it out and sitting down. 

You pull your feet up to your chest and rest your chin on your knees, arms wrapping around your legs as you stare out at the water. 

It’s dark already, a few scattered lights from houses and small condos and passing cars, but that’s it. The breeze makes you slowly close your eyes and shiver slightly. 

You didn’t realize how much you missed it here, shockingly. 

You wouldn’t exactly call it home. It hasn’t felt like home in a while. It’s strange, really. Calling some place your home when you’re a child, feeling at home. Yet, when you grow and realize there’s more places, home never truly feels like home. 

You’re not even sure if there is home. 

“Are you by yourself?” 

You flinch when you hear the familiar voice, looking back to see Rafe’s tall figure looking down at you as a blanket hangs over his arm. You smile a bit, though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “We both had the same idea, I guess.” 

He glances at your blanket, nodding. It’s the one he’d gifted you on your birthday one year. He was nervous you wouldn’t like it, but ever since then, you’d slept with it in your bed. It’s faded in color and worn out, but you still love it all the same. 

It came from Rafe. 

“I can just…” He begins to turn. 

“Rafe,” You say, watching as he stops. “You can stay. I don’t mind, really.” 

He nods a bit, spreading out his own blanket and places himself next to you. He leans back on his hands, long legs outstretched. His feet touch the sand and you know he’s internally screaming by the way it feels. 

“How have you been?” You ask. 

“You already asked me that.” He lets out a small, quiet laugh. 

Leaning back into the same position as him, you look over at him as you tilt your head, cheek pressed against your shoulder slightly. “How have you been? Honestly.” 

You put emphasis on the question and one word only. 

He stares at you, chewing on the side of his cheek as he shakes his head slightly. It’s strange to him how you can still read him perfectly after being away for almost a year. 

“I lied about the job,” He says finally. “We aren’t doing so great. Well, I’m not doing good. Not like I was.” 

“Rafe,” You frown. “I’m sure you’re doing—”

“No. I’m…slacking off. My sales have gone down a significant amount and I know dad sees it, he just hasn’t said anything to me about it yet,” He shakes his head. “I’m physically sick waiting for what he’s going to tell me when he finally decides to talk about it with me.” 

Your eyes remain on the soft waves crashing over, a frown pulling at your lips. He makes no move to look your way either. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can say. Your nails dig into your forearm slightly when you start to feel guilty - you have no reason feeling guilty when you don’t even have to speak to him. 

Rafe shakes his head, dropping his head slightly as he clears his throat. “How’s your folks?” 

“Mm,” You hum softly, a soft smile appearing on your face although it’s quite sad — the glimmer in your eyes giving you away. “I’d like to know too.” 

He glances over at you, lips pulling into a slight frown. “What do you mean?” 

“It means that…” You sigh and straighten your back as your legs straighten out. You lie down onto your back. “they’re not even here. I called them three days before I even came down and they were…excited, I guess - you know them,” You motion with your hand before dropping it over your stomach. Rafe watches quietly before laying back beside you. 

“Then when I get here, they’re gone. The luggage they usually carry on family vacations are gone. And there’s a note on the counter with a hundred dollars,” You let out a scoff. He turns his head to look at you. Your eyes remain pointed towards the sky. “‘We’ll be back on Christmas. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.’”

His frown deepens. He watches as the back of your hand lifts and wipes away the tears that had fallen, letting out a sullen laugh with a small shake of your head. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. I knew it was going to end up this way.” 

“It’s still sad even if you know they put work before you.” 

Dropping your hand away from your eyes and onto the blanket, your fingers brush against his. Neither one of you makes a move to pull back. Your head slowly turns to look at him, eyes tracing over his figures as if you’d forgotten what he actually looked like. 

He looked older - not in a bad way, but in a good way. The buzzcut was definitely something he could pull off that most could definitely not. 

You smile a bit. 

“What?” His own lips betray him when they quirk slightly at the corners. 

“Nothing,” You shake your head, the smile still pulling at your lips a bit. Your fingers slightly shift over his. “You just look…different.” 

He’s suddenly worried. “Good different or bad different?” 

You could keep him waiting for the answer, but decide against it. “Good different.” You nod. 

Rafe feels like he should scream out into the open, but he decides against it. “You seem different too,” He nods. Your brows lift slightly. “Good different.” He quickly clarifies. 

You smile then, soft, a bit sad. “Thank you,” Your eyes drop down to his lips before your head turns away from him once again. He stares at you for a moment longer before doing the same, eyes staring up at the sky. “Wheezie’s already looking into colleges.” 

You hum softly. “She’ll do good. Tell her to think about it though,” You nod. “Maybe take a year or something — do something in between. There’s no rush.” 

He doesn’t reply immediately. He waits a moment, contemplating over his next words. 

“Is that…” He pauses, tapping his fingers against the blanket slightly. “Is that what you were doing? Rushing into something?” 

“Yeah,” You answer honestly. “Now, I’m kind of roped into this whole college thing,” You smirk, huffing out a small laugh. His mouth pulls into a small smile. 

You tug your bottom lip in between your teeth, clearing your throat. “I’ve missed you,” You say truthfully. It’s hard without Rafe and sometimes you want to drive back in the middle of the night just to see him and to see if things could work again. Rafe turns his head to look at you once again. 

“But you hurt me a lot, Rafe,” He stays silent, gulping slightly. “A lot. There were times where I didn’t know if I’d ever forgive you — much less picture us like this right now,” You sit up now, picking at the loose threading of your blanket. 

“It’s…these thoughts that I have constantly about you make me so…angry and I don’t know why,” You shake your head. “Because you’re…you’re doing well without me.” 

He slowly sits up. “You think I’m doing good without you?” 

You glance up at him. “You haven’t messaged me once in over a year, Rafe. I think you’re doing fine.” 

“Yeah? Well, what about you?” He lifts his brows. “You’re saying you miss me, yet, you haven't done anything to prove that. In over a year.” 

“I don’t want to argue—”

“Then don’t point out my mistakes when you do the same!” He throws a hand up slightly in indignation. “The only reason why I never messaged you is because you never messaged me — I’m not going to beg someone to stay with me just.” 

“Yeah, Rafe,” You begin to stand, yanking the blanket up from the ground. “Trust me, I would know.” You turn and walk off the beach as fast as you could, the sand proving more difficult to walk around in. 

Rafe stands, pulling his own up and following after you. “Hey!” He calls after you. You finally step onto the pavement with bare feet, trying your hardest to get away from Rafe. 

He finally catches up, grabbing your hand and spinning you around to face him. 

“I came.” 

You stare up at him, face morphing into confusion. “What?” 

“I came the day you left,” His hand pulled away slowly, returning it to his side. He wasn’t ever going to tell you this — he didn’t even know why he was. Maybe it was in hopes that you’d be happy he was at least there, right? That he thought about moving with you. “I had all my bags packed and in the front seat. Then I just…” He trails off. 

“I stopped myself from pulling into your driveway and before I knew it, you were leaving,” You stare at him, lips parted. “Your dad let me in when you left. I sat in your room for a while.” 

You continue to stare at him, the breeze picking up suddenly. He could usually read your expressions well. But, at this moment, he truly couldn’t tell when you were thinking. 

“Are you…are you serious?” 

He nods. “Yeah.” 

You let out a small laugh, though it sounds more like a scoff instead, looking away from him. Tears sting at your eyes, teeth pushing into your bottom lip for a moment.

“And…you just expected me to feel so relieved that you were…thinking about going and, instead of coming to tell me bye, you watched me drive off? Then sat in my room after I left?” 

Rafe opens his mouth to speak. 

“Because I’m not relieved about that,” You shake your head. “If it were you going to college, I would’ve dropped everything in a heartbeat to say goodbye to you, Rafe. Even if we haven’t spoken, and you beg me to come, I’ll be there for you because I love you,” 

Rafe feels his breath hitch in his throat. He hasn’t heard that from anyone in months, let alone you. 

“But clearly…” You motion towards him, sniffling. You wipe at the tears that had fallen from your cheek, shaking your head. “Clearly you don’t share the same mindset that I do.”

He says your name, reaching out for your arm but you turn away from him, shaking your head. “I’m…just going to head home. Goodbye, Rafe.” You turn away from him, walking the rest of the way to your car. He stares, watching as you leave, and he wonders if you felt the same way he does, in this moment, when you watched him leave that day. 

The headlights to your car blind him and he turns away quickly when you drive off. It felt as if he was moving in autopilot now - realizing he doesn’t even remember exactly when he had started driving. 

He steps inside quietly, making his way towards the kitchen but pauses when he sees Sarah looking through the refrigerator. She stops rummaging, looking back at Rafe who stares at her. 

She tilts her head. “Are you okay?” 

He suddenly blinks, tears pooling in his eyes. His hand pulls out from his pocket as he rubs at his chest when he feels his heart constrict slightly, hoping it would help easy — even for the slightest moment. 

“I…” His breath shudders. He’s crying — again. Only this time it’s worse because it’s in front of Sarah. Her face softens when she hears the hitch of his breath, slowly shutting the door of the refrigerator. She makes her way over and stops in front of her. 

He’s too shy to glance at her no longer than a second, eyes darting back and forth between the floor and her face. She waits because she’s patient and she’s hoping that he knows it’s okay to talk to her — cry to her — about anything. 

They’re family. 

“I miss her,” He nods hesitantly, eyes finally landing on Sarah once again. He nods once again, more firm with the movement. “I should’ve…I should’ve gone with her.” 

“Rafe—”

“No, Sarah. I should’ve done something. Anything,” He begins to pace back and forth on the kitchen floor, rubbing an open palm over the top of his head. “I should’ve…I should’ve told her how much I love her, that I want to do whatever she wants to do — as long as she’s happy,” Sarah watches silently as he spirals, knowing she’ll have to calm him down soon. 

“I should’ve followed her. Instead I was jealous over something so stupid,” He lets out a small laugh. Sarah inches closer, deciding it’s about to become too much. “I never get jealous over something so—”

He pauses when Sarah’s hand grips his forearm. “Rafe, breath.” 

He realizes just how much he’s worked himself up over something minuscule - once again. He nods slightly, taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment before slowly releasing it. Sarah watches him quietly, nodding her head ever so slightly. 

“I was proud,” He nods. “I never…I never told her I was. And I don’t know if I’ll ever…” His voice dips at the end at his own words, a small sob getting stuck in his throat as he tries to hold it down. Sarah frowns and pulls him into a hug. 

His own arms wrap around her. He just needed someone to tether him down, tie him back down to reality. “You will,” She whispers softly, nodding a bit. “You’ll be able to.” 

He nods a bit and clears his throat after a few tears have slipped out. Pulling away, he wipes at his cheeks quickly, turning his head so Sarah wouldn’t see. She looks away to give him some sort of privacy. 

“I’m going to bed,” Rafe nods, clearing his throat again. He turns and begins to walk away. “Night, Sarah.” 

She watches as he walks around the corner. “Night, Rafe.” She says softly, turning to walk back to the refrigerator. Rage pauses at the top of the steps, dropping his head slightly. He turns and walks back down, peeking into the kitchen. “Sarah.” 

She pauses again and turns towards him. “Yeah?” 

He looks at her for a moment. “Thank you. For…listening.”

Sarah’s lips pull into a soft smile, head nodding a bit. “Yeah…Of course. I’m always here if you need me.” 

His lips pull into an awkward, closed lipped smile. “Uh, you too.” It was small, but she’ll take it. When there’s nothing left to say, Rafe turns and begins to walk back up to his room. 

He falls down into his bed, grabbing his phone and clicking the envelope icon, thumb pressing your name. 

His lips pull into a frown when he sees the last messages he ignored from you — the ones where you wanted him there, even if it was just to say goodbye and not go with you. 

He should’ve gone with your plan after it had left your mouth. Yet, he waited. 

| I’m sorry. 

| About night and everything else. I know words mean nothing - but I truly am. 

His fingers type out ‘I am so proud of you and I’m sorry I never told you sooner’ before his thumb quickly presses the backspace button. 

You deserve to hear those words in person. 

Instead, he settles for; 

| If you still are alone on Christmas, you’re more than welcome to spend it here with us. Wheezie misses you. Sarah does too. 

| I miss you. 

| Goodnight. I love you. Sleep well. 

He wonders if you still sleep with the small pink night light. He drops his phone onto the nightstand, rolling onto his side as he stares at the soft pink glow on his wall, just above his curtain.

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THIS CAME TO ME IN MY DREAM... CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT THE READER BEING NANAMI'S LITTLE SISTER AND GOJO HAS A CRUSH ON HER OR SMTH IDK 🤭🤭🤭

A/N: Gojo art credits go to @tayatimiko

GOJO that jumps in his seat startled af, eyes wide as saucers behind his blind fold when come up from behind and cover em w/ both hands. "Baby, why haven't u called me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You quote, a sensual whisper in his ear. He jumps to his feet, bumpin into his desk clumsily, offering a nervous chuckle at ur joke. "Hey, y/n.. Was just omw out. Sorry. I Gotta, um.. Uhh, u know-," Stutters some lame excuse and flees the classroom. Just like he does whenever u catch him alone after hours. "What the actual fuck?" 🤨 Fuckin guy's been actin strange lately. Like even for Satoru's weird ass. You've been tryin to get him alone to talk about but it's as if he can't stand to be in the same room with u. Refuses to look at u more than a few seconds and its drivin u too the damn brink.

GOJO that's always been like kin to u. But you're not fuckin blind, how could you not notice the skyscraper is sex onna stick? Soiled 💦 plenty of ur pretty panties just from lookin at his pretty face. But he swats away ur school girl crush without a thought. As Nanami's lil sis, Satoru insisted on treating u like a sibling. But ur older now. And what u don't know is.. He can't deny you've grown into a lovely young woman. Smart, compassionate, brave. And GAWD, don't even let him start thinkin bout that fuckin body..

GOJO is startin to feel like a super creep cause he can't stop his filthy mind from day dreaming albout you, no matter what he's doin. Ur soft curly mane, shape of ur beautiful y/e/c eyes, curve of ur cute nose. The softest plush full lips.. They'd def feel otherworldly wrapped around his- 👄👅🍆"Fuuuck, baby, don't stop.." Satoru groans, abruptly wakin himself up from the lusty dream starring u. Scrubs at his tired features and glances at the alarm clock. 12:37 am. "Dammit, ma.. Can't even sleep without u on my mind." Spends the rest the night tossin and turnin, tryin to erase the vision of u gaggin on his cock from his pervert brain.

GOJO no longer believes in relieving his stress if it isn't inside of u, basically becomes a born again virgin. Really thinks the amount of nut he's savin for u gave him hyperspermia and now every time he cums, it can literally fill buckets. Even worse he just start havin the most intense nocturnal emissions. Though his body feels like it's on cloud 9, it's startin to get aggravating, goin to sleep w/ u on his mind only to wake up to his dick dischargin like a automatic. "Shitshitshit! Nooo, not again." Satoru stares at his inflated cock swelling fatter in disbelief, energy burstin from him uncontrollably when he spasms, whimpering for u again and again as the temple starts to tremble, cracks tearing through the foundation. "Y/n, baby, fuuuck- I need u! Ohhplease, be mine.. Jus lemme feed that pussy this big fat load. Please honey, 's all for u, all for -nghh.. ah, ah, ah, can't stop! I can't stop cummin for u baby." The lastest dirty delusional demo 🍆🍩 of u cloggin his brain and he's so helpless, grippin the thick throbbing base of his shaft tight, trying to stop the overwhelming flow, gut compressin as the next spurt shoots even harder. An detrimental earthquake cracks through the surrounding streets but Satoru's too busy cryin and shakin. "Oh fuck, I can't take it! T-too good, too much.. haaah! 'M gonna die, pleeease! Stopstopstop- no! Wanna stuff u princess, such a waaaste.." Delrious ass sweatin bullets while his nut shoots high in the air, splatter audible when it rains back down all over his face and chest. But he just sloppily jerks at his dick, head saggingon his pillow as he attempts to wring himself dry, nut coating his slender knuckles in the yummiest glaze. "H-help me sweet girl- ohhh y/nnn.." Can't stop gaspin ur name, thrashin in his king size bed, the last of his ooey gooey nut cascading down his dick and balls as thunder crashes up above, lightning hailing across the sky like electric arrows before a random bolt slices through the adjoining building. Fuck.. Yaga's definitely gonna be pissed.

GOJO despises staying away from u and misses the fuck outta ur clingy ass. Craves how u used bake him his favorite sweet treats when he came over, yummy body bangin in ur sports bra and lil cotton shorts. Backing it up on him, reachin back to grip his neck, twerking all on him to the nastiest playlist. Or how u used to slide to his place unannounced, usually watchin as he laid on his tummy and rocked out on the ps5 in only a pair of black briefs. You'd always sit on his naked back, playin in his hair, massagin the weeks tension out his broad shoulders as he shouted obscenities at his teammates, only pausing to groan in satisfaction at ur talented fingers. Satoru can still feel the heated print of ur cushy tush 🍑 and chubby puss 🍪 molded to his spine. Had to will his away his nut countless times as he laid atop a fat boner, tryin to concentrate on the game and not moan like a whore when u squish ur front to his back and hug him tight. "Yay, good job Toru, u won!" Ur weight puttin the most delicious pressure on his dick. Feels so slutty rememberin how the smallest softest kiss to the back of neck had his eyes glazing over, teeth diggin into his bottom lip as nut pours from his flushed slit.

GOJO can't accept his crush on his good friends lil sis. Needs space from u since he can't pin ur feet behind ur ears and slurp ur cunt till he's full, so he decides to be a grade A dick. "Y/n, we need ta talk." Folds his long arms and shakes his head when u stomp ur foot and throw a hissy 😡 after he says u can't come on missions w/ him and Nanami anymore under pretenses that he just tryin to keep u safe. "Seriously Toru? U been ignorin me for how long? No reason, not a text or call. Now this shit?" Lean frame reclined against the schools entrance doors beside ur perplexed brother, kissable lips thinning dramatically. Pussy ofcourse is lookin anywhere but u. "'M not gettin into all that, y/n. Lets jus keep it professional since we're at work, yeah?" Nanami quirks a blonde brow, so sick and tired of the odd tension. "Gojo, it's fine. Y/n's got us. It's never been a problem before. We can-," ur brother tries to interject but Satoru huffs and storms off without another word. "Just stay this once. I'll talk to him." Ur bother squeezes u in a quick hug when ur eyes tear w/ frustration, kissing the top of ur head before jogging after the idiot.

GOJO feels bad when Nanami scolds him the next day about makin u cry. "U were an absolute terror yesterday. More than usual. I don't care why. U need to fix this Satoru. Whatever it takes." Satoru is exasperated af atp. Wholeheartedly doubts ur brother knows what he's saying. He can't even be in ur presence w/ out wondering what ur perfect tits would feel like in his mouth. 🤤 "Look.. We just need.. Space rn. Its nothin." Nanami slits his eyes, poppin Satoru in the back of the head. "I'm not an idiot, like u. Can't just ignore how she feels bout u.. How u feel about eachother." Satoru definitely engages his infinity, always expectin this convo w/ ur brother to be rather unpleasant. "How long have u known?" "How long have u loved her?" Satoru's stumped. So he's not as subtle as he believes? Shocker. 😮 "Longer than I care to admit rn. Kento.. It'll change everything." Nanami nods slow. "Just don't hurt her."

GOJO that's the one who ends up hurt when he arrives to the school for class but sees u trainin real up close and personal with the new instructor. The fucker 🖕🏽is all in ur grill, leanin his weight into u as he helps u "stretch". Feelin up ur thighs while pressin ur leg above ur head, his bulge pokin dangerously close to the center between ur legs. "How's that feel, sweetheart? Not too bad right?" Its a dagger to his heart 😭that ur all smiles and giggles. Satoru doesn't even realize he's shoved em off u, wailing on the guy over and over. "Fuckin bastard! Swear if u EVER fuckin touch what's mine again, I'll rip ur fuckin arms off!" Pummels him to a pulp and the fuckin loser is unconscious by the 2cnd punch but he doesnt stop. "Satoru, stop! Ur gonna kill him!" Which he wouldn't have realize if it weren't for u usin the cursed technique u share w/ Nanami, the precise hit blastin him back so hard Satoru has to dig his nail into the ground to catch his footing. U gaze at eachother in the longest stare down, tense af, chests heaving, both brewing with fiery burst of cursed energy. Thoughts racing a hundred miles per minute and Satoru just can't take this shit no more. Teleports inches away, yankin u to him w/ both hands on ur ass and smotherin u inna a hungry demanding kiss. But ur still pissed, pushin him back before slappin him across the face. "I should rip UR fuckin arms off for thinkin u could ghost me then slide thru to defend my honor!" Feelin a bit of justice as he rubs his pink cheek. "I know, I'm sorry y/n. I-," But u interrupt him with another hard smack. "Just.. Shut up, dummy. Dick first, talk later." You snarl, dragging him to his office by his uniform collar.

[twiishaa]

twisha’s merry christmas event! a white christmas with portgas d. ace

ace x fem!reader, fluff! your boyfriend, ace, had always dreamed of a white christmas. It was christmas day, the whitebeard pirates were at sea, but a christmas miracle occurred-- it had been a snow day! Who can build the biggest snowman?

your jaw dropped in shock from the information you just got from your boyfriend, portgas d. ace.

“WHAT?! you’ve NEVER experienced a white christmas?”

ace chuckled a little. “yeah, when I was living with dadan there was never any snow, and I guess we haven’t landed on any winter islands during…. winter…”

you were both on whitebeard’s crew, and it was true—you rarely stopped at winter islands at all. marco walked past the two of you, joining in the conversation.

“yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a snow day,” he added.

you were speechless. how had the greatest pirate crew in the world not had a white christmas?

sighing, you got up and started making your way to your room, mumbling under your breath, “greatest pirates in the world living under a rock or something,”

but ace heard you.

“hey, you’re part of us, too!” he yelled from where he was sitting down.

—

a few days later and christmas finally rolled around. you had woken up a bit earlier than you usually did— something was off, why was it colder than usual? confused, you made your way to the main deck—but you got your answer right after opening the door.

“oh my god! it snowed!” you squealed in excitement. soon after, everyone else hurriedly came outside, to be met with the delicate white drops falling from the sky, creating a soft white blanket below.

obviously, the last one to get up was ace, still rubbing his eyes.

because of his devil fruit, he didn’t feel a thing since he was warm all the time. but that changed when you launched a snowball at his torso.

“oh, you!” he started chasing after you, two massive snowballs in either hand.

—

needless to say, your snowball fight went on for a while, at one point become a full-blown war between the divisions.

tired from hurling snowballs at people, you tried to get rid of the snow on a bench and sat down on it.

“so, have you been enjoying the white christmas?” you asked, as ace sat down next to you.

“—and aren’t you cold? you’re literally not wearing a shirt,” at which ace gave you a toothy grin.

tackling you into a hug, ace said, “the cold doesn’t bother me that much, see—I’m really warm, aren’t i?” it was true. ace was basically your little portable heater.

he let go soon after, saying, “there’s one more thing I haven’t done yet, though,” you looked at ace, raising an eyebrow.

“oh yeah? and what’s that?” he’d been talking about a white christmas for ages, what else?

“well, I’ve always wanted to make a snowman…” ace started.

“ohhh! that’s easy, let’s make a snowman!” you cried, getting up excitedly.

—

“baby, look! it’s a snow you!” turning to look at ace, you saw the ‘snow you’.

a wonky snow-thing that looked like it was going to topple over at any moment.

“do you like it?” you could hear marco absolutely cackling in the background.

walking up to the snowman, you examined it—“why don’t I have a nose?” you questioned, glaring at ace.

“oh… I couldn’t find a carrot,” ace admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

some parts of it were cute, though—like how he used your favourite scarf as an accessory and copied your hairstyle.

“alright,” you huffed, “time to make a snow-ace to go with it.”

“really?” ace said, his eyes sparkling, before tackling you in another hug.

“you’re gonna make ME? as a snowman? this is the best christmas ever!”

—

but by the end of the day, the heavy snowfall had stopped, and you were all getting ready to get some sleep after a long day.

before you retreated back into your room, you asked ace,

“did you have fun today?”

your boyfriend beamed at you. “I had the best time! thank you for staying by my side for so long,” your heart sped up a little; sometimes, ace would say something really touching unexpectedly. despite dating him for a few years already, they always caught you by surprise, making your cheeks heat up and you stumble over your words like a high-schooler.

you rested your head on ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes; he put his warm arm around your waist. “of course, baby. I love you,” you whispered.

before going to his room, ace left a kiss on your forehead. following him, you also went to your own room.

and outside stood snow-ace and his slightly wonky girlfriend.

taglist @hearts4hansol

⋆⁺₊❅ and lastly, here's a link to the taglists! merry christmas~‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 37

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*Grian's pov*

Boogeyman calls you, well he calls Mother Spore, using Grumbot. How exciting, last time he was the one to call you it ended up being so much fun... you haven't done anything as Mother Spore in soooo long.

So you make your way to the lab, do the classic dramatic entrance by appearing behind him... this time around he doesn't look nearly as scared as when you appeared in his lab that first time, just a bit surprised and not even that much.

Oh no, you can't believe this is actually happening...it's too soon! Is he perhaps...getting used to Mother Sore dropping in unannounced? That just won't do, you'll have to change it up a bit- Oh right, he asked for you to come here for some reason so he was probably expecting you to appear like this. . . You are still going to mix things up just to be sure, you are going to be extra unpredictable.

... You should probably ask why he wanted you here.

"You asked for me?"

"Spore. I have need for you."

Ohhh just Spore? Not even the full title? That's new too!

"I see, and what is that you need me for?"

"I have another important meeting I would like you to chaperone."

Oh last time was fun, you could work with that again.

"Where?"

"Out of town. It's in a place called Las Nevadas, have you heard of it?"

...

You haven't actually, is that a new thing? Well, you can't exactly tell him that without losing the whole cool and threatening factor you have as Mother Spore... You'll have to figure it out.

"And when will this ...meeting take place?"

"...Do you have anything else to do in the near future?"

Oh he's paranoid huh? Is he worried you are working with other villains on the side? ... Well, technically you are but that's not the point.

"Depends."

He narrows his eyes, he stops it immediately but you notice, you definitely notice. Aha! Take that Pearl, you aren't blind!

"It's on the evening of the 26th"

"I see"

The 26th? Again? There is a difference between chance and this, some of the other gods are getting involved! That's exciting! ...but also very rude of them, not even saying hi... Well then, if the want to do it like this then you are going to give them quite the show. After all you are here to have fun and everyone loves free entertainment.

"Well?"

Right, Boogeyman, need to answer.

"I'll be there"

"As I thought... yes"

"Now I'll take my leave unless ...you have anything else to ask of me Boogeyman."

"There is something actually"

Wait, really? Why did he wait so long?

"Oh?"

"Why did you send those crooks to Cuteguy's inauguration?"

Ah, so Grumbot must have told him. You guess you should have predicted that since you didn't exactly tell the machine not to. Damn, you were almost getting excited too.

"That my dear Boogeyman is something that does not involve you."

"You used my artificial inteligence, the one I created to plan it, I should at least know the reason"

"Oh you don't understand, that isn't for you to know quite yet"

You caress his cheek, he freezes under your stare.

"If the time comes that it may involve you then I will reveal everything."

". . ."

He doesn't respond, you turn and just like that you are gone... You have a situation to deal with.

*End of Chapter 8*

[zenlesszonezero]

[spyres]

bootleg pokemon advent calender review

so my mom got me this pokemon-themed advent calender filled with a bunch of bootleg figurines earlier this month and i opened the first door at the time but i completely forgot about it until now. so with it being christmas eve i thought it would be fun to go through each figurine for funsies because i'm utterly fascinated with what i got.

day one: muk

this was the only one i had knowledge of throughout the entire month. at first i was thinking "well if you look at it as muk's shiny then it could be passable" before remembering that muk's shiny is green and not blue. regardless, congrats to muk on the blue goo and pronouns. 3/10

day two: reuniclus

i can never spell this damn thing's name. i was pleasantly surprised to see reuniverse though, as it was evident that this calender wasn't going to just be filled with gen one pokemon like i suspected. gen five was actually tied with gen one for the most figurines with six, surpringly! unfortunately there's nothing after gen six though, not even any regional variants.

back to reunicorn, this is definitely on the higher end just for being the correct colour lmao. the bottom part of reunionize does not look like that though. 8/10

day three: clefairy

one of the better figurines for sure! while it's still evidently of bootleg quality, it could feasibly pass as official just for being the correct colours. her doing the little metronome dance from the anime in her posing is a nice touch too! 9/10

day four: tyrunt

oh my god they poured tar on him. why are his eyes soulless. he looks possessed. this makes me sad i don't like this one. 2/10

day five: dedenne

she's a little confused but she's got the spirit, i think. needs to be more orange but i guess looking like you're made of cheese is fitting for a mouse-like creature. 6/10

day six: miltank

ohhh i really hate this thing. i'm not a miltank hater by any means but this one looks gross and mouldy to me. girl go have a bath. 1/10

day seven: arbok

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY GIRL!!!!!! SHE'S FUCKING NAKED!!!!!! sure they got the colour right but they stole her patterns!!! her most stunning feature!!!!!! she was proud of those patterns!!!! AND THEY STOLE THEM FROM HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hatred and anger/10

day eight: primeape

i don't want to make any comments about the eyes since i don't have strabismus, but i like that they kept his anger. the personality still manages to shine through here. the rest of the figurine is just. whatever. not the worst but not the best just completely average. 5/10

day nine: pansage

sorry the picture is ass i don't want to retake it lol. confession: while i don't really have any strong opinions on the elemental monkeys compared to a lot of fans, i do have a bit of a soft spot for pansage because i think he's adorable. rewatching the bw anime a few years back awoke that in me, and i think this one is pretty cute too! something about the :3 face just gets to me. despite missing its cream colouring, i think one is pretty solid overall! 7/10

day ten: victini

behold the extremely rare and powerful mythical pokemon victini! truly a marvel to witness! anyway i don't like that it's missing its teeth but it's okay i guess. 4/10

day eleven:

i don't really have much to say on this one tbh? i like that they gave it a stand since it would just fall over with those stubby little legs i guess but i just. don't see anything to really talk about here. 3/10

day twelve: grumpig

not as soulless-looking as tyrunt was, and maybe it's helped partially by grumpig already having some dark grey in its usual colour scheme so it doesn't look thaaat unusual, but it's still not a good one. 3/10

day thirteen: slowking

gives me the same gross and mouldy vibes as miltank but not as bad i think. i like the pose. i don't think i've ever seen slowking cross its arms like that in any official pokemon media or merch so there's some points for uniqueness. 4/10

day fourteen: darumaka

my son murngus who i fed a ball. i love this thing. this is peak. we're never getting any better than this. tpci should make this official merch. love and peace/10

day fifteen: swirlix

this is my daughter white boy. while i have criticisms with the lumps being too pronounced (they should be softer and more subtle imo) and the lack of feet, i honestly kinda love this one? it reminds me of those pathetic white dogs that look like they'll fall over if you breathe on them too hard, and while the big bumps don't give the image of candy floss like they're supposed to, this reminds me of a cloud in a way, which is still lovely to think about. 9/10

day sixteen: beartic

who hurt you beartic. the colours are right at least but. the face. 3/10

days seventeen, eighteen and nineteen: croconaw, totodile, feraligatr

i got the whole family one after another so might as well cover them together.

croconaw: the sniler...... croconaw manages to be the definition of both creepy AND wet here. it's unsettling a little bit but it gives it some personality. 6/10

totodile: i do not like that mouth whatsoever. what the fuck. 2/10

feraligatr: i have to question why feraligatr is a slightly different shade of blue than its younger siblings but that's neither here nor there. it's alright but the eyes are a bit unnerving to me. 4/10

day twenty: chimchar

the only gen four pokemon of the batch, which is sad for me as a gen four fan. it's fine but this one lacks chimchar's signature flame tail. unfortunate since chimchar canonically farting out fire is a key characteristic to me. 5/10

day twenty one: gothitelle

i look like this irl. not really much to complain about with this one side from the lack of a mouth and the face being white rather than purple. i like the complete and utter torment in her eyes. i could fix her fr. 7/10

day twenty two: grovyle

dedicating this one to my fellow pmd fans! they fucking peeled our lad!! the pose is kinda cool though. 6/10

day twenty three: aurorus

this one is a falls into the category of ugly cute to me. they used the wrong shade of blue but it's still fine imo. i simultaneously like the eyes but also don't like them. i'm very conflicted on how i feel about the finer details of this one but it's okay overall imo. 6/10

day twenty four: psyduck

ngl i was kinda hoping for something special for the last one. maybe delibird to go with it being for christmas, or another legendary/mythical, but i've been rewatching the anime again recently and they are so fucking mean to misty's psyduck that it's borderline unpleasant to watch at times, so you know what? psyduck deserves this.

it's pretty alright for a bootleg too. they got all the colours and key details right, even if it's rather shoddy, so i'll be generous with this one. 9/10

if you read all of this then thank you for joining me on this journey. i'm so glad i spent christmas eve deciding to review shitty knock-off pokemon merch rather than celebrating with my friends and family. and i'm very sorry that i released these beasts from their prison and have made them everyone else's problem now.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Rate all the popular dangitronpa ships out of 10

Komahina; really fun but also kinda overshadows other fun ships, along with the issue of characterization being a bit flanderized, but very fun in basically all forms 8/10

Oumasai; interesting fact the reason i call it oumasai instead of saiouma is because 1. Kokichi tops and I refuse to budge on this. and 2. to help keep it out of the much more popular tag when I'm complaining. Anyways 90% of it's terrible but that 10% can be pretty damn good though, please become less popular, constant bad characterization 3/10

Ishimondo; classic, maybe too much of a classic, way too hard to find other ships with these two, however ishimaru did in fact get mondo on his knees in that sauna so i can't exactly say they are wrong, alas i got into danganronpa at like 13-14 and i was too young to really appreciate this ship and has kinda made it not something i ever really reach for 7/10

Naegiri; also a classic, I love them, they are so cute, they love each other so much and the memes are great, genuinely amazing, plenty of room for fluff angst and crack. Adorable but also not something I tend to overly reach for over other ships however am more likely to casually see it and go "HELL YEAH" and read a 40k fic, 8/10

Kaimaki; long time fans know I am not the biggest Maki fan, she's grown on me over the year, but the more canon a ship gets the harder it is for it to keep my interest without some other detail, and Kaimaki, does not have that other detail, I don't mind reading it if it catches my fancy, though I think I prefer it unrequited on Kaito's end, is 'aight 6/10

Saimatsu; similar problem as kaimaki of thhe more canon the ship the harder to keep my attention HOWEVER saimatsu is also a fucking comedy because they both kinda bring out the unhinged in the other and also the angst does make me really sad, so its good even if its not what im reaching for. 8/10

Naegami; 14 year old me was fucking obsessed with this ship, I have since calmed down. Thank god. Honestly overexposure made it a bit stale to me I think, like it's FUN don't get me wrong, I love Togami being a fucking freak about this little peasant little guy, but it's a bit generic "soft with mean" shipping I feel, very much "baby's first rivalry ship" for me 6/10

Oumota; oh that's the good shit, that's the good shit, the angst, the drama, the competitiveness, the assisted suicide, the secrets taken to the grave, the totally for real kiss in the hangar, the, pun intended, amalgamation of them in the final trial. The fact their love hotels line up, the fact they balance each other out. The hilarity of Maki and Shuichi's faces if they found out these two are dating, Ohhh my god, ooooh my god 10/10

Fuyupeko; another classic that falls under "the more canon it is, the harder it is for me to get into it" also Peko just...isn't super interesting to me, like don't get me wrong she's still great, but she's definitely a character I don't think of as often. I love the art for it though, fanartist go HARD and i love it, it's just overall missing that friction or interesting twist I want with my ships, tends to lean too domestic. 6/10

Kamukoma; pretty fun! I kinda grew a bit out of this one as well but sometimes you want komaeda being the absolute fucking dramatic worst with his cringe loser emotionless emo boyfriend, and that's a lot of fun. Good for angst, especially more cracky angst at times. Very funny when Hajime after the fact is like "HEY W HAT" 7/10

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[allgremlinart]

the post-canon jetko dynamic I'm crafting is like. ok so these two men who both feel things WAY too much can function well when separated [either through distraction/hierarchy of priority/conscious refusal to acknowledge certain feelings about certain people (at least on Jet's end, Zuko isn't emotionally savvy enough to CONSCIOUSLY repress his emotions)] but when you put them in a room together its like splitting the atom. like you have a certain amount of time before they cant ignore each other any longer.

THAT or they just slot back together like nothing has happened or no time has elapsed at all. maybe they make a creepily professional and efficient duo. maybe the smooth working-together (a la "we made a good team" Ferry dynamic) is like. the Prelude to the eruption. What I'm saying is they both have the POTENTIAL to be incredibly possessive people but would also never admit to it so instead they'd just have to have crazy reunion sex all the time.

[birdmenmanga]

A while ago I received a beautiful painting of Eishi in the mail from @kitsoa!! I've been meaning to post pictures of it but I so rarely have physical objects I wanted a proper photoshoot to do it justice <3

When I first saw this I was absolutely blown away by the colors. These magenta-maroon hues aren't ones I associate with urban cityscapes at all and yet it's beautiful and dreamlike. There are a lot of poignant moments of loneliness in this series and this piece really captures that feeling, in my opinion. I almost feel like crying when I look at it sometimes. Kitsoa just has a way with color I can never hope of coming close to; I often look at her artworks and think, "Ah, her brain's just wired in a fundamentally different way from mine." (NOT a lamentation btw-- I consider it a blessing that we are put on this earth to show each other pictures of that which the other could not conceive of)

I have it up on my wall with sticky tack (didn't want to put tape on the front in case it got damaged when I inevitably have to move away) and I look at it all the time. I love it so much!! Thank you!!

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

the fucking things this discord exchange does to me

[parasitoidism]

ramblings of insane person

[brainbesplit]

warner brothers is taking the childhood of millions of people and treating it as a joke, the same way their parents and every other authority figure in their life has for years. We have to kill jack black

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS IS HUMANITIES 11TH HOUR I THINK KIAN WAS RIGHT. THERE WAS SO MUCH HE COULD HAVE DONE BETTER BUT HE DID IT FOR GREAT REASON. THEIR RELATIONSHIP MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. EVEN THE ECHO OF SOMEONE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND THE ECHO OF YOU LOVES THEM TOO. they COPIED A HUMAN DOWN TO THEIR BASIC CIRCUTRY AS A SURVIVAL INSTINCT AND THE VERY WIRES STILL LOVE YOU. ITS THE ATMOSPHERE. ITS THE DISCORDANT AND SAD YET YEARNING CORDS IN THE AIR AS THE SKY REDDENS. ITS A WISH FOR SOMETHING MORE, PRESSING AGAINST INEVITABLE GLASS, CLEARLY NO HOPE OF CONTINUING OR BLOSSOMING. A PAINTING OF A MEMORY THEY WANT TO BE MAKING WITH NO CONCLUSION.