#the rest of their fucking LIVES will be double dates and they're going to LIKE it. probably. mostly.

[bravewolfvesperia]

🌙 Transgressor Yuri moodboard. 🌙

#{ muse info + headcanons } #/ i think abt him. a lot. so if any of u have a crestoria verse. please. write with me. #let him free. release him into the world. #i am also keeping the lower quarter in this verse generally speaking hence its place here #aaaand also to be clear on the exact weapon in the bottom left it's his Second Star #versus the implication of getting a blood sin weapon on the right #both placed on the sides of the respective relationships bc Second Star #canonically relates to his relationship with flynn and blood sins can only be acquired through vicious #which is perfect bc i intend for yuri to be working with vicious (and kanata and co) indirectly #it all fell together very nicely n_n #and aside from any threads with any vicious-muns since it's not my place to determine how they write their muse with my muse #(and they can do this with me too if agreed upon!) i do plan to have vicious heavily integrated into yuri's story #will also be chaotic and beautiful bc two emotionally intelligent fuck-alls who are here to cause problems on purpose #while also calling themselves the worst possible things ever while continuing to be awesome stand up ppl #also you can't tell me flynn and vicious don't have this lawful versus lawless thing going on here #you don't even need tug o' war when you have tug o' yuri #believe me if i had enough energy to write a damn fic for this verse for yuri and those two i WOULD #feat aegis. bc. the lawless chaotics require their knightly boyfriends for a double date. lots of double dates #the rest of their fucking LIVES will be double dates and they're going to LIKE it. probably. mostly. #anyway namco threw this perfectly wonderful opportunity away and it's mine now im not giving it back >:/

[satoruwiki]

Are you over stripper gojo?

i am… NOT 👹

☆▒ DOUBLE LIFE!➜ ★

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

cw: afab!f!reader; suggestive content; not proof read.

w.c: 2.3k

Satoru always had a cover response.

"So, what do you do for a living?" The blonde girl asked, sipping her cocktail— a little too bitter for her taste.

"I'm a teacher, a private teacher, to be exact," he replied, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

The possible reaction would be bemusement, laughter, thinking he was joking, followed by something along the lines of "didn't think you would be a teacher; you seem more like you work as a model or somewhere in the fashion industry," Satoru had it all memorized.

The most skeptical would narrow their eyes and stare at him like he just said the earth is flat confidently. Satoru would then pull out a white business card, with his name, phone address and 'job' written in Times New Roman font, all uppercase in platinum colour - because Satoru was cunning enough to order himself business cards for these occasions - and hand it to them.

People after that would not question him further; what is there to be asked? The teaching profession is not the most exciting of all— maybe ask him what he teaches, but beyond that, there is nothing; it's the perfect job to cover up his... nocturnal activities.

His cover-up was perfect, steady, almost unbreakable, almost.

Until you came into the picture.

—

"Now, I think I can kind of see you as a teacher, though I'm surprised no talent scout or casting director has ever contacted you to be part of a fashion magazine or commercial," you said, scanning him head to toe. The man before you was a total adonis, tall, handsome, charismatic, charming blue eyes with a smile that could melt any girl's heart; it was hard for you to believe he hadn't ever been the face of a brand or a high fashion's magazine cover, perhaps he worked as a high-end host as a side gig?

"Oh, believe me, I have," Satoru answered, taking a swig of the colourful cocktail, his face contorting into a slight grimace afterwards, "It's just not really my thing, y'know. I don't know if I'm ready to be People's hottest man alive."

"How humble," you snort, taking a swig of your drink yourself. Satoru chuckles in return; the sudden buzz of his phone interrupts your conversation, and he gives you a shy smile. He gestures with his right hand for you to hold on a second, to which you nod; holding his phone with his left, he gets up from his seat and walks away to take the mysterious call. 

After a few minutes, he comes back with a sorry look on his face. You get the vibe that something happened, and the date's probably over. "Sorry, as much as I'd like to stay longer, I can't," he says, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair, "y'know, private teacher things, one of my students needs me for an upcoming competition, gotta teach him to master twinkle twinkle little star on the violin."

Now, you don't like to overthink; however, the thought that the phone call could've been a fake emergency call lingered in your mind after he left, even though he did apologize again through text and supposedly 'hoped' you guys could reschedule for another date, you still thought his sudden departure was weird.

—

"Oh, that sounds like he didn't like you and faked a rain check," Utahime said through the phone.

"You think so?" you replied uncertainly, sounding somewhat sad and disappointed, the corners of your lips forming a pout. "Fuck, this is why I don't go out with guys who know they're cute. They have it over their head and think they're the big deal."

"Well, I told you he looked like a prick when you first showed me his profile."

"All men look like idiots to you, Uta'," you rolled your eyes, putting the call on speaker as you opened your freezer, "That's why you're single."

You heard Utahime gasp through the phone, seemingly offended by your teasing, which made you chuckle a little. "I'm single because I chose to, in case you forgot- What's that sound?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just going to drown my sorrows in ice cream," you replied casually, closing the freezer door and opening your ice cream, "and watch some mediocre rom-com to distract me from how mediocre my love life is."

"Girl, no. Put that back and start picking an outfit; we're going out."

"Uta, thanks for the invite, but I'm tired. I just had a disappointing date, I don't really feel like going-"

Utahime interrupted you abruptly. "No buts. We are going out. I heard there's a new club that does ladies' nights on Fridays, and it just happens to be Friday. Forget about that damn date, you'll have others coming. Let's go out, yeah?"

You thought about her proposal and, well, she was right, the failed date wasn't that big of a deal, not so much as to spend your night sulking on your sofa eating ice cream. You sighed, putting the ice cream back in its place, "Fine, at what time do we meet?"

—

"I heard the guys here are hot, so much so that some girl's blood pressure went up because of how sexy their dances were, or so I was told," Utahime said in your ear, her voice barely audible over the blasting music.

"You told me we were going to a club," you chided, averting your gaze from the scantily clad men. Geez, were they covered in... oil?

"Club, male strip club, what's the difference? You go to both at night, and there are men in skimpy clothing," Shoko joins and shrugs nonchalantly, not seeing the reason for your apparent embarrassment, "Come on, don't be such a prude, pick yourself a cute guy for a private routine. It's on me if that eases you up," she nudges you, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You sighed heavily; Utahime wasn't wrong. Some of the guys were kind of... hot, you suppose. But how were you supposed to ask for a private dance? Should you just come up to them and ask them? You've never been to a male strip club, and you don't know the 'unspoken rules' when interacting with a stripper yet.

Your anxious thoughts were interrupted when the crowd surrounding the main stage got suddenly louder, a pair of lights pointing toward it. You couldn't understand what the DJ was saying; the mic was so close to his mouth that it sounded like he was eating it, making his words unintelligible. Or maybe you had a bad hearing. Because the crowd, including your friends, started to cheer, wooing and lifting their shots in the air.

A song started to play throughout the club; you guessed that whoever was about to do his routine was the 'star' of the club because of how lively the crowd of girls was. The lights coordinated with the beat of the music, creating a surprise appearance of the long-awaited dancer on stage with his back turned. 

Your heart stopped, jaw-slacked and speechless, as he turned around, unbuttoning the top of the fireman's outfit he was wearing one by one. Holy shit, that was—

"Uta'! It's him!" You nudged your friend frantically.

At first, she frowned in confusion, but it was only in a matter of seconds that it dawned on her. Having the same reaction as you, Utahime gasped and nudged you back, "Oh my god, you're right! It's the idiot from the date! Hell, I knew that 'teacher' thing was too weird for someone like him," she folded her arms, "and he sure does like the attention."

You looked back to the stage; the white-haired man had now fully unbuttoned his top, flashing his incredible, glistening abs on full display - you kept doubting whether it was oil or sweat that made them glint under the lights - and swaying his body seductively to the sound of the music. 

Even if you tried, you couldn't exactly hate him for faking an emergency call or lying about his real job. Not when he looked this fucking hot doing it.

Satoru (if you remembered his name correctly) took off the jacket, tugging it down excruciatingly slow, showing off his ripped biceps and tossed it aside. Your eyes were captivated by the sensuality of his movements, his muscles tensing and rippling, making you swallow hard at the eroticism that carried his routine. And hell, with that frown and that sly grin, he looked so fucking hot as he danced to the beat of the music.

The more you watched it, the more doubts came to mind. Satoru could be famous; he had the charisma and appeal to be, so what brought him to this? Was it out of necessity, or did he enjoy it? Questions that would never be answered because you would never see him again after this.

Or so you thought before you were given a push (literally), coincidentally while Satoru was looking for a volunteer to pull up on stage. 

Call it bad luck, but Satoru took your hand from all those who begged to be chosen, helping you onto the stage. Satoru couldn't recognize you under the dim lights of the club until he was face to face with you. He felt his heart work twice as hard, his eyes wide as saucers for just a second, masking his panic with a toothy grin.

In full view of everyone, Satoru sat you on a chair as part of his routine and stood behind you, the pad of his fingers skimming over the skin of your arms, trailing down to your wrists, his fingers wrapped around them and lifted them into the air.

"So you're not a teacher?" you murmured, feeling your heartbeat in your throat at the proximity of his lips against your neck.

"You got me, I'm not; sorry for lying to you," he whispered back, a small laugh coming from him as he took your hands to run up and down his beefy torso, feeling his every muscle rippling under your fingers.

A gasp escaped your lips as gasps of astonishment from the audience. God, it was a miracle you hadn't fainted by now. You swallowed dryly, falling prey to his erotic dance and his very presence, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hard-worked thighs and then roaming up your neck, the heat of his skin making contact with yours as Satoru pressed himself against you. You knew this was part of his dance routine, yet it felt so intimate, too much sexual tension and lascive, like a moment that shouldn't be shown to the public and kept taboo.

"Want me to tell you a secret?" he breathed, his laboured breaths blending with yours.

"Another one?"

"I was thinking of doing this to you on our second date," he confessed, a seductive smile to your eyes peeking out from the corner of his lips, "but it seems fate wanted to bring it forward."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Nah, but doesn't it sound nice?" he huffed, tilting his head playfully, his white locks tickling your cheek, his hips sensuously grinding across your lap.

Satoru could sense your uncertainty in touching him and how much you wanted to do so. You moistened your parted lips and startled at every brush of his bare skin against yours, your hands tensed and trembling, refusing to explore any more of his anatomy. "Touch me," he instructed.

"What?"

Satoru pulled away from you, taking your hands into his, helping you to stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. With a firm grip on your thighs, you encircled your legs around his waist. "They want a show, and I know you're dying than just laying your soft hands on my body. Let me feel you all over me."

You felt your face burning, his innuendo going straight to your core. His words did things to you, like your skin prickling and leaving your mind blank. Bashfully, you complied; your shy hand travelled from his neck down to his abdomen, exploring every inch of his pale flesh as he carefully laid you down on the floor. He pried open your legs, easing his way between them, which made you wonder if this was still part of the routine or if you were about to get arrested for public indecency and be registered as a sex offender.

You finally understood why he was so popular at the nightclub; a routine by Satoru was like having clothed sex, the way his head dipped between your legs, alluding to him eating you out while moving every part of his lower body to the rhythm of the music or the way he acted out rhythmic sexual positions with you, made his touch feel igneous under your skin and sent a throbbing in your nether regions.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for you), the routine came to an end; beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he caught his breath and -painfully- said goodbye to you in front of the crowd, mentally grateful for the dim lighting of the place that hid his tented pants after his very sexual dance routine.

As soon as you stepped off the stage, your friends were all over you, bombarding you with questions, jokes and the occasional sly comment.

"So, are you going to meet him again?" Shoko asked you with a teasing -and very nosy intentioned- glint in her eyes.

"I... I don't know," you stuttered bashfully, still recovering from your heart rattling in your ribcage. As your friends kept teasing you to no end, you felt a vibration of your phone, forcing you to take it out of your pocket. Your breath hitched, and that sensation in your lower back became present again as you read the contact name.

"Next date at my place? ;)" —Satoru.

#KY000 ★ #anon (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojo saturo x you #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satorugojo #satoru x reader #satoru gojo

[obsessedwrhys]

UNFORGETTABLE

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Frank Woods takes you on a date at Burger Town (fluff, cursing, just reader and woods being a lovey dovey couple, reader is fem and also bell in this story, backstory will be explained using the plots of the campaign and seasons, reader experiences side effects from brainwashing, adler never shot bell in this fic!!)

ᯓ★

From being one of Perseus's trusted spies to working for the CIA, throughout your entire life you weren't sure who you really were.

However, it didn't take long for the truth of your past to slowly uncover itself when you and several others were tasked with taking down Stitch. From there that's when you learned your true identity.

Even then, you never felt like that person was you anymore, so you went on the rest of your life with a new name. Your own identity.

Despite the horrors in those events, some good managed to come out of it. You were able to score yourself a loving boyfriend.

Sure, he hates the soviets but you were a different story. Everybody deserves second chances right?

That's why during your mission at the USSR where you two were paired to infiltrate a russian base, he was absolutely baffled when you weren't familiar with the mascot of a famous restaurant he loved.

"Shit, it's Bubby! I fucking love Bubby!"

"Who's Bubby?"

"What?! You don't know who this is??"

"Uhh..."

And that was way before you guys started dating. After everything has settled down and that you two were blessed with free time, he decided it was only right to let you live your new life with a fresh start. That fresh start happen to be through the doors of the Burger Town entrance.

"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this" You laughed as your boyfriend practically drags you into the place.

"You talk like I'm forcing you to join a cult" He said before letting you stand in front of him to queue up.

"Judging by how much you praise this restaurant, it might as well be" You joked which had him laugh.

"Oh yeah? And would you join if I asked you to?"

"Nope but I might turn you in for some cash" You responded which made him playfully grab you around the waist in an attempt to tickle you.

The second the customer at the front left, the two of you quickly stopped playing around and tried to act normal as it was your turn to order. You looked through the menu. So many interesting selection...

"Double Chili Time Bomb...?" You smirked at Woods who's standing over you. The two of you exchanging knowing glances at a shared memory.

"How about we leave that story in the past" He said almost like he's pleading you to forget it and you found it amusing.

"Because you mistaken a kid's backpack for a bomb and had everyone including me panic for no reason?"

"I didn't rest that well the night before okay. Now what are you gonna order?" He said and you looked back at the menu, going through each meal and being indecisive on which to choose.

There's so many...

But which one is ACTUALLY good?

Hm....

"Did you fall asleep?"

"Shhh" You waved at him dismissively to try to shut him up, but he ended up grabbing your wrist to place soft kisses on your knuckles.

"How about you go find us a seat and I'll order what you want" He said and you looked at him.

"You know I don't like—"

"I know"

"And I hate eating—"

"I also know that honey" He leaned in to place another kiss on your forehead.

"I did promise you a good meal so don't worry 'bout it" He spoke and you gave him a smile of gratitude. Feeling reassured, you eventually left to find an empty table to sit.

You're no expert but you're pretty sure you found a good spot. It's by the window and you guys get a good view of the streets. After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to find Woods carrying a tray of the food he picked out. You could only watch in awe as he settle it down on the table before taking the seat in front of you.

"You ordered so much" You said.

"They're not all for me if that's your concern" He handed you your burger and you chuckle at his answer.

You remove half of the wrapper around your burger and just from the looks of it, it looked delicious, not to mention juicy. You then looked over at Woods who seem to be waiting for you to take your first bite. You couldn't help but struggle to contain a smile when you wondered how long he was staring at you.

"You look like Mary when she's waiting for us to feed her" You said, referring to your dog. An Australian Shepherd you two rescued from a shelter.

"Is that your way of calling me cute?" He asked with a cheeky smile. His confidence having you laugh.

"Shut up" You simply said but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Not being able to wait any longer, you took a cautious bite of the burger. You kept chewing on the food but ended up pausing when you realised it was actually good. So he wasn't kidding. You thought and continued chewing but this time faster. Your act easily made Woods eyes light up in satisfaction.

"It's good isn't it?" He asks as he finally eats from his own burger.

"Its sow yummey" You said with a mouthful and he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he found you in this state.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke" He grabbed a napkin and gently wipe the sauce off your cheek.

Taking his advice and also not wanting a heartburn. You took your time enjoying your burger and swallowing when you wanted to say something. At the same time, he was also enjoying his meal, he was leaned back and relaxed in his own seat.

"What did you get for yourself?" You asked before drinking from your straw. Your question made him look at you.

"Burger Town Classic Burger. You can't go wrong with the original"

"Can I try??"

"Only if I get a bite of yours"

"Deal"

Exchanging your burgers, you quickly took a bite of his and you couldn't help but melt at the taste. The sauce makes it so much better! Seeing you taking another bite, Woods couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm getting the hint I'm not having my burger back" He said but you simply kept on eating, grabbing some fries while you're at it.

"Why didn't you take me here sooner?" You asked as he drinks from his shake.

"I would have if we weren't getting sent around on missions so much"

"Oh yeah...."

Right as you were about to take another bite, you felt a sharp pain from the front of your head. You wince as you grabbed at your forehead. This catching Wood's attention immediately.

"Shit... you okay?" Woods quickly stood up and was ready to rush to your side but you gestured him to stop.

"I'm good. Just an ache..." You rubbed your temples in an attempt to sooth the pain and it was slowly working.

Once he was sure you won't faint or fall over, he sat back down on his seat with his eyes still watching you cautiously.

"Is the medicine not working?"

"It is, Park just says it takes time since they dosed me with a lot of drugs, but the wait will be worth it..." You hold his hand from across the table to try to comfort him. His hands not hesitating to squeeze back.

It remained quiet for a while until he let's out a sigh. His tone indicating he was upset.

"... I'm sorry—"

"No... don't even start. You didn't know I was being experimented with. You don't owe me an apology"

"Okay..." He muttered but he couldn't bring himself to look at you. It was clear he still felt some sort of guilt from what happened.

Just then, you grinned when you remembered something.

"I never got to say, I still can't believe you beat up Adler when you found out. Mason told me you also punched Hudson when he tried to hold you back" You said, trying to change the mood of the conversation which worked because you could see the corner of his lips twitched slightly upwards.

"Yeah well if they hadn't stopped me I would have killed that son of a bitch" Woods said as he hesitated for a while before finally locking eye contact with you.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Fuck... the things I'd do for you..." He chuckles a bit, almost like he's in complete disbelief to the fact he finds it humorous.

You could only beam warmly at his words, feeling loved by the reminder of the memories you two shared.

"... thank you for always taking care of me" You said and it was enough to have him all flustered. He shakes his head slightly with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't thank me for something I'd do for you" He said. Then he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your face to caress your cheek.

"Now come on, let's eat before the food gets cold" He said, reminding you of your burger that has been left unattended on your plate for so long.

"Ugh, I hate cold food"

"I know"

#I WROTE THIS WHILE BEING HALF AWAKE #its the fact that i thought someone would do this plot but i never found one ☹ #cod cold war #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x female reader #cod x f!reader #frank woods #x reader #fluff #frank woods x reader #frank woods fluff #cod frank woods #cod frank woods x reader

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Request: If you can, how about some incorrect quotes for Decapre and her M!S/O?

Decapre: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

You: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Decapre: I said within reason, You. How about I murder that guy?

You: So murder is “in reason” but proper self care isn't?

Decapre: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Decapre: Do you love me?

You: We’re literally married.

Decapre: Yeah, but as friends or—

Decapre, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

You, confused: I mean, I live here, so… yeah.

Decapre: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

You: That's great, Decapre. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 years.

Decapre: You, you love me, right?

You: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

You: The stars are so beautiful...

Decapre: They're just giant balls of gas.

You: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Decapre: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

You: Oh...

Decapre: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

You: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Decapre: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

You: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Decapre: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

You: Is it working?

Decapre: I like your new pants!

You: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Decapre: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

You: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Decapre: That's… not what I meant.

You: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Decapre.

Decapre: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

You: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Decapre: ...

Decapre: You mean ring bearER, right?

You: ...

Decapre: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

You: …

You: He came highly recommended!

Decapre: BY WHO!? ZANGEIF!?

You: …

You: Yes.

You, walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Decapre, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Decapre, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

You: Decapre and I are no longer friends.

Decapre: THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Decapre, drunk and sobbing on the table as the rest of The Dolls watch with deep concern: How do I tell them that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

Decapre: My hands are cold.

You: Here, let me hold them. Decapre: …

Decapre: My lips are cold too.

You: *covers Decapre's mouth with their hand*

Decapre, sweating: You, there’s something I need to ask you-

You: Finally! You’re proposing!

Decapre: How’d you know?

You: Decapre, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

You: I even picked it up once.

#street fighter x reader #decapre #decapre x reader #street fighter #street fighter decapre

[welcometogrouchland]

could u elaborate on darius camila fake dating? ill assume its for convenience's sake but ure so right the complicated feelings this would stir in luz, hunter and even vee are delicious

Okay so, I don't usually write fanfic, but I do have several fanfic scenarios and jumping off boards that I, when inclined, rotate in my mind like a DVD. Most of them are remarkably silly and arbitrary in premise, and the Darius and Camilla fake dating scenario is no exception.

To set the scene, it's post canon, w/ a working portal at Luz's disposal and Hunter flitting between a couple houses atm

The Nocedas and Deamonnes are having family dinner in the human realm. Things are going well! Darius is telling mostly non-morbid stories (bc based on CotH he CAN get morbid when he wants), Camila is impressed by the things he has to say even if he's not so subtly bragging as he goes on (both about himself as a matter of bravado, but also about Camila's kids. They're tough little bastards and he admires them, even if he'd never admit it)

Luz and Vee like to push Darius' buttons bc frankly it's stupidly easy and rewarding to do so (he is an irritable man, Luz is a mischievous lil scoundrel and Vee is, fundamentally, a silly creature. Vee's still nervous around witches (excluding the hexsquad) so Luz takes the lead w/ teasing)

Meanwhile, Hunter's having the time of his life!!! He's getting double the amount of parental praise and affection he normally gets!!! Big win in his eyes!!! He's never realised how much he likes his lives in the human and demon realm intersecting until now.

and, obviously, the stars of this hypothetical show, Darius and Camila. on the surface they seem very different, and they definitely are to an extent! Camila's naturally a sweet woman with a tougher more authoritative side that she reserves for when her loved ones are in trouble. Darius is a naturally cold and sophisticated person who only reveals the softer side of himself to those he's close with. she's very sincere and has been at this whole 'parenting' thing for a while, Darius has a few layers of persona and hard outer-shell on at all times and he's literally only been something close to a parent for like. a few months max.

but fundamentally they both feel massively out of their depth. right now, they both have a bigger support network than ever before, but the fact is that they've both been very lonely people until recently, and they're used to doing things with maybe one person by their side, max. they have all these people eager to help them, but also all this fear of Doing It Wrong and i feel like they're both people who're very conscious of how they're perceived by others. it makes them want to pull away and keep doing things the way they always have. but seeing that same imposter syndrome and concern born out of love in each other is...nice. it's nice to know someone else gets it. that they're not alone.

It's a wonderful time all around, until someone (stealing the idea of it being Camila's coworkers from another anon) unexpectedly calls to the house for a visit (ig Camila forgot abt clinic potluck night)

IMMEDIATE panic breaks out; Vee greets the guests at the door and stalls while Luz and Camila shove Darius and Hunter into another room to quickly try and come up with an exit plan. There's one obvious solution: summon the portal and go.

We could say there's an issue with this somehow (idk maybe stringbean ate the portal key and they're waiting for her to cough it up) OR we could just say that while Luz and Hunter want to be responsible, protect the demon realm and all that, they were also having a really good time. Luz loves talking about her adventures in the demon realm to her mom, Hunter's only now realising how happy having two parents/families makes him, even Darius is coming out of his shell as the night goes on.

And thus, the Boyfriend Suggestion is given

(rest under the cut bc holy fuck this is long)

Which is to say, Hunter says they can excuse Darius' presence by claiming he's Hunter's previous foster parent/social worker/etc (since I think the only way Camila can really justify the 5 extra kids that stayed in her house over summer with 2 of them staying to people in town would be something like foster care)...AND Camilla's new boyfriend, hence why he's here for the night :] <- this is the face Hunter is making @ Camila and Darius btw

Now, this may seem like a lot of mental gymnastics on Hunters part to keep the night going. And it is! But fortunately, hunter has experience with mental gymnastics. Especially if it's for something that he really really wants. It's not entirely selfish on his part, he's perceptive can tell that both Camila and Darius are lonely people deep down. he wants to see the people he cares about being happy and connected and they were just getting along so well!

Maybe the extra connection is an unnecessary detail, but in his eyes, the worst thing that could happen is a slightly awkward evening, while the best thing that could happen is he gets to live like this forever. Hooray! He is not going to investigate his own possible desire to have a more conventional family structure btw. He definitely doesn't have any leftover fears about non-conformity and being neglected left over from the emperor's coven. Absolutely not.

exiting out of hunters inner monologue and returning to the scene- Camila laughs, Immediately and nervously, because really? Darius? her boyfriend??? As if her co-workers are going to buy that the middle aged, nerdy widow with the famously unpopular daughter managed to snag a 6 ft tall, buff-ass Adonis who, while not being able to tell them that he's secretly a beautiful elf man, you still kinda tell. There's a Vibe he's always radiating, even in human disguise mode.

She genuinely means it when she says all this, she thinks she's just being realistic, but it makes Luz, Hunter and Darius sad to hear. Luz and hunter love Camila SO MUCH. Darius has really appreciated her company tonight. they don't want to hear her talk bad abt herself.

And maybe it's Darius' own rebellious nature that spurs him to contradict her. He's the kind of guy who believes in sticking it to ppl and proving that you're not the person they thought you were! And he's not above petty victories either. He looks at Luz and Hunter. They look back at him. He steels himself.

He pretended to be a coven head for years. He's played the role of someone cool, calculating and utterly unattached to the point of nearly convincing himself along with everyone else...

...So surely he can pretend to be his son's mom's boyfriend for a night!

and essentially any amount of shenanigans can spiral out of that premise, lol.

You can have Darius fumbling his way through pretending to be a human!

(He's doing his best. Hunter is guiding him but he's also wrong a lot of the time. Honestly Camila's coworkers look at Luz and think back to Manny and are like. Yeah that checks out this woman's a weirdo magnet)

You can have Camila and Darius!

(2 full grown adults who haven't had significant committed relationships in a while) trying to figure out the Right Amount of fake affection and PDA it takes to be convincing w/o being weird

Darius not knowing how to operate around the Noceda girls now that he's been put in this liminal paternal space for the night. Gives them both these awkward head pats and then internally cringes

You can also have the kids wildly differing emotional responses to this frankly absurd scenario! I genuinely cannot afford to make this any longer than it needs to be so maybe I'll expand on this idea some other time BUT in my mind it's a lot of...

bickering between Luz and Hunter about if this is really necessary (they are both self motivated rn but in ways that are understandable)

Vee not even knowing how to approach the idea of Camila having a boyfriend/her having more than one parent (this is all very new to her). I'm honestly torn about whether she'd warm up to Darius and be happy at the idea of having a bigger family or if her own fears of abandonment would lead to her being possessive/protective of her mom. It could go either way depending on how you characterize her relationship to Darius

Luz knowing that it's fake but still having a visceral reaction to just the idea of her mom dating and finding herself torn between wanting her mom to be happy and not being ready to accept any new father figures in her life after losing her dad

Hunter realising that Luz is uncomfortable and that in his pursuit of his dream family he may have accidentally put the first person to make him feel like family in immense emotional conflict

There'd probably be some family conflict either during the coworkers visit (prompting them to leave) or after they're already gone. Mostly about Darius and Hunter being not totally honest and kinda Weird the whole night, and the Nocedas unprocessed grief that they've both been refusing to deal with for a while.

Then however the hypothetical fic would resolve is up to you! Do Darius and Camila actually get together? Does one catch feelings but the other is still hung up/hesitant? Do they just stay friends and confidants? It's all up to the imagination baby

Anyway, sorry for the terrible wait on this answer anon, I've had several funks/episodes in the interim between starting and finishing this ask, hence why it got delayed lol. It's probably not as polished as it could be, and is really just a functional ramble about things I don't think I'll ever write, but it was definitely a fun ride lol

#ramblings of a lunatic #asks #the owl house #toh #darimila #darius deamonne #camila noceda #hunter toh #luz noceda #vee noceda #I'M SORRY TO MAINTAG I JUST SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS TO NOT POST IT IN TAGS #I'm not an expert on Darius or Camila as characters btw so if anyone wants to add on w/ alternate takes or build on what Ive said feel free #crackships and fans with niche interests keep the world turning #okay. i need to go sleep now. badly

[kindaorangey]

I don’t even know what sxf is but your art makes me want to watch(?) it so bad. (Feel free to pitch it to me!)

EEK THAT'S SO LOVELY okay here's the pitch:

spy x family is a manga-turned-anime comedy series - do not let ANY of what the fandom says let you forget this, because people tend to talk about it like it's some serious dark noir/forbidden love story - NO! it is a COMEDY SERIES first and foremost! and while the comedy obviously translates better in the anime, the manga is still mega funny. it takes all the best parts of comedic manga and anime - i.e. the hyperbolisation of everything to an absurd degree - and does it perfectly and consistently throughout the whole show. there's a lot of serious stuff i love about sxf, but the biggest appeal is just how fun it is to watch. it's silly, it's funny, it's fucking adorable and heartwarming. each episode is 20 minutes of joy.

and the premise is basically that a spy, loid, has to put together a fake family to pose as a regular citizen as part of his spy mission. and so he adopts a kid, anya, and then enters a marriage of convenience with a woman called yor, who agrees to it because living as a single woman in their country makes her an easy target for the secret service (which was a real phenomenon with single women in history btw!). so yor doesn't know loid is a spy and thinks he just agreed to help her out.

but yor is also leading a double life. she's an assassin, a very good one, and so she has 10x the reason to want to keep the secret service off her back. loid does not know that she is an assassin, and so they have a mutual thing going on where they try to hide their secret lives from each other while maintaining a fake relationship

and on TOP of that, anya, the daughter loid adopted, was a victim of wartime experimentation and has telepathic powers as a result. so she knows loid is a spy, knows yor is an assassin, is herself 4 years old and thinks they are the coolest people alive, and tries her best to help out with her parents' missions without letting on that she can read their minds. but most of the time she just uses her telepathy to manipulate her parents into letting her get, like, the snacks she wants. again, 4 years old.

very silly, very sweet, they're all hiding their secret identities from each other and form a united front to pretend to be a normal family to the rest of the world

and it ends up being like the fake dating trope (with loid and yor, obviously) where pretending to be married leads to sitcom shenanigans and eventually real romantic feelings developing. but the fun of the fake dating trope is expanded to the whole family, where the three of them have to pretend to have known each other and loved each other for a long time, have to work together to avoid suspicion from outsiders, and in doing so form very genuine familial bonds. this is particularly significant for loid, who intends to leave the other two behind once his mission is complete, so he has incentive to not get emotionally attached. but he can't help it. he grows to love them both. which is a very juicy emotional dilemma, and the impending choice loid will have to make about prioritising his family, or his work as a spy, is the emotional crux of the show.

yeah. it's an absurd setup done completely unironically with boatloads of tenderness and cuteness and comedy. it's sort of my favourite thing to watch ever and i highly, highly recommend it.

#sxf #asks #ellie tag

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 24: Miller/Bryan, Boyfriends

This is literally the least Christmas-y thing I could write on Christmas Eve but I just had the urge to write some angsty Miller/Bryan stuff instead of trying to do fluff. I'm just not in the fluff mood.

This is in the same universe as this scene, is extremely self-indulgent, and may or may not be good, but it was fun.

Canon-divergent, S3-era, ~760 words, some sexual content

Written in 22 minutes

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When they were dating on the Ark, they would fantasize often about domesticity. They'd find quarters together as soon as they turned eighteen, either on Alpha or on Farm, or anywhere else that would take them; they'd sleep together in a bed big enough for two. They'd develop some sort of morning routine. Their clothes would get mixed up. They'd kiss at every threshold, before parting, upon meeting.

Miller was a damned romantic in those days too: trading stolen goods for extra ration points and extra ration points for private time in the mess and a dinner for two; memorizing love sonnets; handing Bryan sprigs of plants from the fields on Farm as if they were bouquets. Some of the gestures made Bryan laugh. But always with such fondness. And after Miller was arrested, they promised to stay faithful—Bryan promised to visit and promised to wait—and so everyone in the Sky Box said they were married. That was the word for couples who believed in a future like that. Miller never told anyone that he proposed for real, with a bit of junk metal fashioned into a ring, as earnest and as quiet and as serious as he'd ever been in his life, never told a single soul that Bryan said yes. Yes Miller would live and as soon as he got out, they'd be married in Miller's father's quarters and afterwards, never separated ever again.

Later, when Bellamy asks, he says he has a boyfriend. Fiancé seems too heavy somehow, like maybe Bellamy will read it as kids playing dress up, or only frown as he does at Sky Box slang he never got the hang of.

It's easier to live with himself, too, when he's got a boyfriend up there or out there or possibly dead, than to let himself go on spinning fantasies about the love of his life.

It's not domestic now and it's not sweet either, or soft, or easy, when they don't know what to say to each other, so every time they meet, they just fuck. Bryan hangs out with Farm mostly, without saying they're family in so many words. Miller’s got his dropship survivors. Thy almost never talk about that now. The scar on his shoulder aches when it's about to rain, and when he puts on the Guard jacket, it feels heavy on his shoulders.

Bryan's assigned quarters in some of the new outbuildings, where they've stuck the rest of the station because all the rooms in Alpha have already been divided up. But it's not hard to sneak over, hardly more of a challenge to sneak Bryan over to his. Bellamy practically lives at Gina's now. Their bed is a double, and it's easy to shove Bryan down on it.

They never get fully undressed and they lie to themselves and say it's because it takes too long, and they need something hot and hard and now, they miss each other so goddamn much. It doesn't hurt the way that sex always hurt in crowded spaces up on the Ark: banged elbow in the supply closet, ache in his back from trying to twist around too much in his single bed, and then he couldn't even catch his breath after, because soon his father would be home. He might say it hurts in a worse way now, like poking an old bruise. Old man, Bryan says, half-smiling, when his heart starts beating too fast and his lungs burn but he's thinking about Bellamy giving him a hand job in this same bed and then about how many people have fucked in it over the last 100 years, and how little it matters, sentimentality like that.

He can feel Bryan's palm pressed close against him, that moment of pressure before his fingers start scrambling for Miller's zip, and he thinks that if he's breathing in the air from Bryan's lungs right now, open mouth to open mouth and the darting slick press of tongues, maybe he's also hearing Bryan's heart in his ears. Maybe they are one person. Maybe that's the rhythm he can feel coming of its own accord into his hips, as Bryan straddles on top of him, and they move as if they were fucking, and everything else drowns out and is still.

They haven't mentioned the word marriage since their reunion at the settlement gates. Not even once. No words like boyfriends or domesticity or even home, but again and again he huffs you into Bryan's mouth: you and want and need. You, you, you.

#the 100 #nathan miller #bryan the 100 #bryan #miller x bryan #briller #briller fanfiction #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #the first fic is probably better but the goal here wasn't good it was fun for me #can't emphasize that enough

[adickaboutspoons]

Tagged by @chocolatepot. Thank you, my v. dear!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic: On AO3, that would be my drabble collection for Pet Shop of Horrors. Far from baby's first fic(s), but the first that I published where other people could see from way back in the hazy yesteryear of Livejournal. First fic ever was a Mary Sue self-insert Dracula fic. It was terrible beyond words.

Last fic: Last fic FOR NOW is When a Good Plan Comes Together. And frankly? I can't recommend it. I've been fighting myself about maybe taking it down for a week now, because it kind of makes me cringe to think that might be the first thing of mine someone reads. It's not that it's BAD, per se, but it is v. LAZY. I saw a prompt and wanted to knock out a response to it, and a quick one, because I'm currently working on three other fics that require a lot more mental energy. But that meant handwaving the titular plan and "fade to black"-ing on the sex scene, and that's not really up to my normal standards.

Only once: I tend to be fandom-monogamous, and, within my hyperfocus, OTP-centric, so the closest I've got fic-wise is Unbelievable, which is kinda Geoffrey Fettering/the allure of Stede Bonnet's escape to piracy, if you squint at it. Vid-wise, my first vid ever was for my wifey, featuring her favorite character from The Umbrella Academy, Klaus, and I've got a Stede/Hornberry set to "I've Got A Crush On You."

Favorite fic from the fandom I've written in most: Technically, I think I've written more individual drabbles for Pet Shop, but since they're all grouped together, I'll go with OFMD, in which case, it's Like I Want to be Awake. It's prolly what I would consider my best writing to date - funny but still earnest, the first sex scene I've actually found hot while writing it, and, I flatter myself, a solid Ed-voice with some v. creative cursing.

Fic I wish more people read: I mean, the answer is also "Like I Want to be Awake" because I love it so much, and I want other people to love it too. But other than that, my Stede Sonnets. I know, sweetie, I know. You had a bad English teacher who didn't know how to teach poetry, and prolly didn't really know how to teach Shakespeare, so now you hate all poetry, and ESPECIALLY a stuffy, restrictive format like sonnets. But I'm urging you to find it in your heart to give it another go. I think you might find that, because the subject matter is fandom-centered, you might be predisposed to give the slightest damn about what it's about, and able to relax into the format. And you might even find that sonnets don't have to be stuffy - they can be funny, or dare I say, even flirty and sexy.

Fic I agonized over: The answer is also also "Like I Want to be Awake". I'm SOOOO unendingly lucky to have a marvelous group of Discord friends that let me endlessly whinge on at them. It was supposed to be a silly one-shot companion piece to Footsteps in the Dark (just over 1K). Over the course of 3 weeks, it grew into a 16K monster. Mostly because the boys wouldn't shut the fuck up about matchbooks. I agonized whether including a Maori folk story was appropriative or a respectful allusion to the culture from which Ed's mother came. I found a story I loved that was thematically relevant to the rest of the story and wrote up my own version, and then decided to double-check for alternative versions, only to find it was labeled "Maori," but was actually written by a London-born white woman who was a teacher in Ateoroa in the late 1800s. So now that only lives on the Discord server because there was no way I could use it, but the writing was good. Then, after I'd found a different story, researched it, and THEN wrote it up, I agonized over whether just glossing over Stede telling the story of Snow White with Ed's reactions thereunto, since it would doubtlessly be more familiar to my readers, would be othering to the Maori story (that they might not be familiar with, and would therefore necessitate a full telling), or if I DID do a full retelling if that would be obnoxious. I agonized over whether it cut off too abruptly. About whether it counted as a downer ending when really it just dovetails back into canon. About whether the title too like that of a fandom juggernaut, or if maybe I should choose a different lyric from the Petshop Boys song from which I took the original story in order to link them that way? Like I said - I am SO lucky my buddies are so patient with me.

Fic that sprang fully formed: Definitely Your Achilles. I was about half-way through Beautiful and Useless when Ed's voice interrupted Loud and Clear and Insistent that his version be told. From then on, I was basically writing the two stories simultaneously.

Work(s) I'm proud of: Almost all of the above (not you, "When a Good Plan Comes Together" - you sit there and think about what you've done!), but also Advanced Maneuvers , because it was has the first sex scene I'd ever written, and, even though my brain fought me tooth and nail the entire way through, it's not half bad, Time Enough because it was my first time trying to write action, and I'm pretty pleased with how it came out, Under Par because it was my first attempt at a modern AU and I think it's pretty cute, and Dearly Beloved because it's a lot of fun.

A tag to summon (but no presh): @bizarrelittlemew @emi--rose @epersonae @nicnacsnonsense @poetic----nonsense

#ofmd #ofmd fic #our flag means death

[sculptural-renaissance]

SGU Week Day 4 (Yes, 4!!): Favorite Ship

This is my new OTP. Idk exactly what it is, but buddy, I will take my serotonin from wherever I can get it these days.

Just kidding, I know exactly why I enjoy this. Most of it is that I just really, really like Amanda (don't hate me; despite what my memes may lead you to believe, I am not a Rush Enjoyer, because I know he would make me cry every day if I had to interact with him lmao), but OH MY GOD am I a sucker for The Grumpy One Is Soft for the Sunshine One. I love seeing them feel so safe and comfortable together. I love the ease of their interactions. I don't think anyone cares about spoilers at this point, but good Lord, she almost killed him and he wasn't even mad 😂

I NEVER enjoy canon ships because they feel like forced hetero nonsense. Another reason I enjoy this pairing so much is that to me, a demisexual, it feels very much like a demisexual love story. Think about it. Falling for your best friend, pining for the same guy for years... that's not unique to us, but it's definitely part of the demisexual experience (I'm not a piner, but most demis I meet seem to be). Im aware that they were originally supposed to sleep together in Sabotage, but, again as a demi, I'm glad they ended up taking a different route. I don't enjoy seeing characters who barely know each other hooking up, not because I'm prudish, but because I have no investment in the characters. This... We had to work for this. 🥰

In searching for other fan content, I've discovered that Rush and Amanda aren't a well-liked pairing (go figure, I like a canon ship and it's one no one likes lmaooooooo). I've found that I see this pairing quite differently from its critics; to me, it felt very female-focused. Yes, Amanda clearly only exists to be The Main Guy's love interest, but I found that, apart from the fridging, the ship was very much focused on her desires. She was not a thing to be pursued. She had agency and took initiative. She felt like a whole person to me, not just a pretty doll.

I also enjoyed the hell out of the awkwardness. I don't get secondhand embarrassment. I get the opposite of that. I LIVE for cringe. fr what even was this scene???

"So, you wanna make out or something?"

"Yes, obviously, I fist bumped you. That's pretty much 1st base."

God what a fucking dork

"No, 3rd base is not when a man rolls up his sleeve so you can see his forearms."

I drew them~ They're gonna hold hands bang >:] As you can see from the date, I drew this last year, very shortly after watching Seizure for the first time (I colored it yesterday, though, for this). I liked this pairing right away, and honestly, I was hoping Rush would pay Amanda a visit on earth via the stones after Sabotage. I'm not exactly thrilled that the writers chose to go for two double-fridgings, but the computer ghost thing creates a lot of possibilities for fanfic. I'd also like to have seen them interacting on earth before the Icarus mission.

As a final thought, I also love seeing someone who has been so deeply hurt learning to love again. I'm so disappointed SGU didn't get more seasons, because this would have been interesting to explore further with Rush and Amanda as a proper couple once she got off her bullshit and accepted that he did love her oh my God Mandy he killed that guy for you don't stand there and try to tell him he doesn't love you godddddddddddddd

Anyway, here are some of my favorite meme comics I've made. ^^

They were close friends for years. You cannot convince me that she didn't know exactly what he was like, nor can you convince me that she doesn't love it. 😉

"I'm not codependent! I'm obsessed with you a normal amount!"

In my experience, the key to a successful relationship is to find your person, and then you just annoy the shit out of each other for the rest of your lives (consensually, of course).

I also fully believe that there is no way on God's green earth that Rush would ever willingly watch a Syfy Channel original movie.

He does like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid... Through shitposting with friends, it has become "canon" that Bonanza is one of like, 3 TV shows Rush actually watches. The other two are Nova and House. Amanda, who watched a lot of classic sitcoms with her grandparents as a child with no social life, is unfortunately not a fan of westerns.

That's okay. He can fix her. 🤎

I have an ongoing series (up to 5 parts now) where Rush Definitely Understands the Trolley Problem. This is the first one.

I should really post those here.

She knows his secret >:]

Jim-jams

Also this takes place in the future so they're married now shut up let me have this they're cute

God what a lightweight

That's okay nothing's gonna stop her from getting white girl wasted on Brody's moonshine #YOLO

This was inspired by a fun exchange I had with a friend. It's "canon" in my comics and in progress fic that Amanda watched Wormhole X-treme to prepare for working at the SGC (she is so normal), and read whatever mission reports she had clearance for when she wasn't doing Mega Serious Spaceship Work.

If Rush can bully her into watching cowboy shows, she can bully him right back into watching space shows. This will backfire spectacularly. 😂

#sgu week #Nicholas Rush #Amanda Perry #rush x amanda #they live in my head rent free #god they are CUTE #CUTE CUTE CUTE #stargate universe #shitpost #sgu shitposting #demisexual #i don't even exert effort to make these #my brain just does this #maybe sgu was cancelled but they live on in my head doing the absolute dumbest shit #and they are happy

[jeffchats]

April 1, 2024 Live Recap.

He was late because he is a boomer and can't figure out how to use CrowdCast after having a Patreon for so long.

They did mushrooms at the Sphere.

They were suppose to go to Disney with Tana but she cancelled and Makoa had to do some work thing.

They're driving back together and checking out at 4PM. Tana refuses to drive back with them and prefers to fly.

Patreon will continue for the rest of the month and they are going to switch to YouTube subscription.

He woke up this morning and said to Verica "I really like you...now."

Tana said she loves her and it would be cute to double date.

He says he's 34 years old and too old for April Fools joke.

Tana and Jeff suggest criminal activities.

He talks about the Mike and Ryan situation and claims he didn't know Ryan was going to go that far. He thought the OD joke about the his dog was funny. Tana thought the flipping of the table was funny.

They're going to address the next podcast episode about him crying about Nerf.

Verica pops in and reads comments of people praising Australia. "It's bad cause now I'm going to have to fucking Australia or something. Shit got real this trip, we did a four hour road trip together." Jeff rambles about having a choice to undersubscribe or slander him on Reddit but not Verica. "Not everyone wanted this life or center of attention and some people want live a normal life...maybe that's what I want...no...we are both going to have to adapt and I'm not giving this up and she's shy." He talks about how he use to be shy when he was younger and presenting projects. Because of this he decided to be a drug dealer.

Talks about how he's more humble than anybody on the internet.

Talks about Hasaan and how he likes him.

Talks about gambling with Bryce.

Tana asks how much longer and Jeff says 20 minutes and she says really.

Filmed Verica reaction to the Sphere. Ticket was $200 a ticket and says it's the coolest shit in the world. He separates the world into two different sections - those who have witnessed the Sphere and those who have not. It made him proud of humanity.

Tana orders a $7.58 coffee to Jeff's room.

"Fucking incredible, yesterday was the best day of his life." about how things are going with Verica.

Apparently he is not going to Coachella and that he's a changed man. Tana said she loves it. Jeff says no more ship baiting with Tana. Tana says Verica is so hot.

Jeff says Cody likes Verica and is miserable cause he needs to find a new place to live now.

Tana loves Cody more than she ever has.

They talk about Cody and how he does chores and takes out the trash. Tana says she will never house Cody cause she has a gays and gals household. Jeff says he is too institutionalized.

Tana paid Brooke 25 bands of cash for her to be in a bunk or something and Tana got the bigger bed.

Tana won big gambling the night before.

The chat praises Tana for her talent.

Jeff talks about how he wants to miserable like he usually is but today is not the day for that.

Talks about Keemstar and his April Fools prank about him dying.

Tana leaves the live 20 minutes before the hour is up since she needs to go fly back. Jeff and Verica are driving back in a Prius.

Someone asks who Amarah is and he says she runs the YSL Wittek page and she likes to bust Jeff's balls.

He talks about Cody Ko and him coming back to training. He says he's a nice guy. Jeff talks about how everything is a rivalry to him. He talks about how training for the IronMan is too much and you have to be jobless to do that and he doesn't have time to do it. Jeff says he is happy with his 3:28 marathon time. He said it even made him depressed because he far extended his expectations and he doesn't know what to do with himself. He got the post race blues.

Compares himself to UFC Fighters like Tyson Fury and if he should go back and train for a better time.

Talks about moving to New York cause Casey hit him up to run.

Debrief of Vegas - "what is there to debrief?" They went to Sphere on mushrooms and gambled with Bryce Hall. Says we can't relate cause we haven't gone to the Sphere.

Talks about how he doesn't do alcohol or hardcore drugs but takes ambient for sleep, once a year he'll do mushroom, and weed. Shows gray view from his hotel room and says "If I was a crackhead would I be able to have this view?"

Talks about how Steven is working for Sunday company and if he will come back. Jeff says he just needed a job and he doesn't know if he'll come back but wishes him he best. Jeff gives him advice about how he needs to focus on TikTok cause he blew up there. Talks about how he is young and inexperienced. Talks about how Steven doesn't think podcasting is for him and how he doesn't know what to bring to the table other than showing his dick.

Talks how how Steven can take Steiny in a UFC fight.

Talks about how they filmed a podcast the other day with Tana and then the live abruptly stopped.

FOR THAT ONE ANON:

A subscriber named Sydney asked the Mike question but he didn't answer.

About 220 people were on the live since he baited it and that's significantly more than the usual number of viewers. Nothing too interesting was discussed.

#jeff wittek #jeffwittek #jeff’s barbershop #h3h3productions

[bravetemptation]

FAITH IN THE FUTURE - LYRIC ANALYSIS

This is about to be the longest thing I’ve ever posted, so buckle up and prepare yourselves cause I’ve been typing this out for three hours.

Disclaimer for any who need it - these are my personal thoughts and opinions as someone who has been in the fandom for 12 years, has listened to the album 10+ times in the last three days, and got to experience some of the new songs live. You don’t have to agree with me. You don’t have to like what I have to say. But you do have to remain respectful, and if I see any nonsense you’ll just get blocked cause I don’t have time to deal with childishness in my inbox.

Below are my thoughts on each of the 16 songs on Faith in The Future. Please enjoy my ramblings 💙💙

The Greatest:

This song has two very clear meanings to me, and I believe them both in equal measure, which is unusual for me, because usually one of the concepts that I see in a song is a bit of a reach, but hear me out. This song is both about his relationship with his fans and how, when apart, it's not special, but together they are far more powerful than they are apart (alone we're only / just as good as the rest / together we're the greatest). In that respect and with that concept, it's the perfect album opener (can personally attest to it being PHENOMENAL as a show opener - the drums beat right in your chest, it's amazing). The other concept is, of course, a relationship, one that they were comfortable in until they had to hide it away (said I had a plan for us / time it came and changed it all / we had to disappear). But even though they did that, how they feel about each other still shows (the way you know something / your face reminded me / of a love you cannot hide / but don't need to tell me why) and reminiscing on the old times, being able to just exist in them in the present when they're together, making up for the time they spend apart when they're together again and the opportunities they missed because of the life they lead and getting to experience those things in their own way (back dancin' in the dark / back to the very start / finding pieces that can fit / making up for what we missed). It ends with the last line of the chorus (Life for us is never over) and it's such a powerful message - that no matter what or when or how, together they're better than they are apart and they will never give up on that.

Written All Over Your Face:

This is truly just Louis writing about Harry being the dramatic aquarius that he is. It's sexy, it's edgy, it's got that really super catchy guitar riff to start it off, and the lyrics just speak of an experience that Louis is very well accustomed to and has dealt with on many occasions (when you don't want coffee in the morning / I know I'm in a hole). That line isn't metaphorical, it's specific. The entirety of the second verse is just pure gold - he's said these things before, he doesn't know why they keep happening, but he knows that when it's over, they'll have the best sex they've ever had. Then, of course, you have the last line of the chorus (So when you find out what we're fighting for / I'll be ready to talk) which again speaks to experience, knowing that he has to wait until Harry figures out what the petty thing is that's bothering him, and then he'll be there waiting to talk it out.

Bigger Than Me:

I've talked about this one at length so I will try to keep it short, but this song is just so powerful in its use of metaphors while also being direct as fuck. It also has a double meaning - one rooted in his experience in the industry, and one rooted in the concept of being queer. The lines that stand out most to me with the first analysis are those at the end of each verse (all of these voices, all of these choices / I don't hear them anymore). So many people have tried to tell him what to do, where to go, who to date, how to do this or that, and he's made mistakes along the way, but now that he's here, comfortable in what he's doing and who he is as an artist and a person, he doesn't hear those voices anymore. When people in his life told him that the music industry would change him, he would just smile and nod, but there was an innate fear that he would lose himself in that process (When somebody told me I would change / I used to hide behind a smile / When somebody told me I would change / I was afraid I don't know why). But he came to the conclusion through all of his experiences that it's okay to change, it's okay to adapt, because the whole thing, the world and his career and the relationships he made along the way were way bigger than just him.

In the concept of the lyrics standing for the journey of queerness, again we come back to the beginning of the chorus. As he grew, matured, figured out what and who he wanted, people always had an opinion on it, would always be giving their two cents to him, and of course he was scared of who he would become because the reactions would be so varied, could take away everything he'd worked for. The longer he kept the secret, the harder it would be to tell the truth. People would say he lied to them, that he changed, but people do that. They change, they grow, they learn, and it's okay to do those things as long as you're staying true to yourself. And he probably felt isolated in his experience. Even knowing that other artists had been through this before, it's hard to look at it that way when it's happening to you, but he finally realized that it's bigger than just him. It's a whole industry, a whole world, of people just like him who are struggling, who are learning, who are going to change, and that thought was a comfort.

Lucky Again:

I've had much longer to think on this one than some of the others, since I've had the leaked version for quite some time (shh don't tell). It took me a while to figure this one out in my own brain, because it didn't quite seem to fit into one solid storyline or concept at first, but thinking about it after having heard Harry's House (and we'll get into the parallels between this album and that one later cause DAMN) and after seeing the Sushi video, I had a few ideas, though still not a solid storyline. I feel like this song is more of a letter to H, especially in the first verse and pre-chorus - talking about how Louis has watched him work really hard to be himself, to be able to express that while still in an industry that isn't open like it should be, and how he gives so much of himself, his kindness, to other people that don't necessarily care about him unless he's making them money, and that he could maybe slow it down a little. But I think it could be conceptually about H possibly being so taken with the idea of wanting to be good, to be enough, to make something of his life, and knowing that Jeff could give it to him. The pre-chorus leans into that idea heavily (if you believe that guy is Superman / they're selling tickets at the cinema) - Jeff being Superman, of course. Louis doesn't trust Jeff, but he trusts Harry to do what's right for himself. But if that life and those things are what helps H get through darker times, then he has to do it, but be careful and hold on tight as he does. The chorus can really relate to Louis - it really says to me that at one point Louis was lost, he didn't know where to go in his solo career, but he figured it out. They had such luck being in 1D, and Harry already has it, and Louis fully believes that he could find that luck again on his own.

Face The Music:

Gay gay gay gay GAY.

Those were my thoughts when I heard it the first time. That first verse is so potent - society tells you what's right and wrong, what's good and bad, what's love and what's hate, and all of that depends on the reality that you live or are taught, but in the end it's all subjective. But Louis knows what he's experienced, and he wants to stay there (I just wanna stay in this moment the rest of my life). He knows what society expects of someone in his position, and he doesn't want to face that reality, so he's choosing to stay with the person he loves, to dance with them, to keep buying them time even when they shouldn't. when it could ruin both of their careers. He doesn't care, because those people are wrong in their outdated expectations. He reminds that person that it's going to be okay, they just need to breathe, take their time, that those luxuries they have aren't as important as what they themselves have with each other, and Louis is okay with forgetting about them (close your eyes and count to ten / if your standing on the edge of falling / open up and looking down / everything that matters is forgotten). It's basically saying "fuck them, I choose you". Beautiful.

Chicago:

When we were told by a radio interviewer that we would know exactly who this song was about, I was so confused when I then read the lyrics because in my mind I'm going "none of his exes, real or fake, have both a brother and a baby so what the fuck". And then it hit me - Zouis. Of course. Because Zayn and Louis were best friends, and much more in tune with their emotions than most men. They would have talked about everything and anything - including what they would name their future kids. Zayn would have been like a brother to Louis, so in turn any of Zayn's friends would be like brothers to Zayn - I think he could be referencing the Naughty Boy incident here (And is your brother doing ok / is he still getting out of fights). The pre-chorus just punches you because Louis probably hated that Zayn was leaving the band but supported him because he knew that's what he needed to do, even if it fucked everything up for everyone else, and then their friendship just kind of blew up and they're both stubborn as fuck and refuse to talk about it. So Louis would be sitting here after all these years wondering if the bitter end to their friendship would turn sweet, if it had been long enough for Zayn to forgive Louis for the things he said and did. While the song has some lines that can allude to this being about a romantic relationship, I think that it's more geared toward a really close friendship that he lost. And I'm also aware that Zayn doesn't live in Chicago, but saying "and if you're lonely in Mechanicsburg" doesn't quite have the same ring to it. This song ended up being one of my absolute favorites.

All This Time:

I also get extreme GAY vibes from this one, and it touches on the theme of wasted time (It's not how you spend the time, it's if you waste it) which Harry has now engrained into my brain, so thanks for that, Harold.

I think it's something unique to the queer experience where you figure out that you're not like everyone else, that there's something that makes you different, and you hold that close to your chest for a long time (I'm tryna find the words to say for ages). You know who you are and sometimes it scares you, sometimes it excites you, and sometimes it can just be downright confusing and demoralizing. Even when you come to a time where you are comfortable with who you are and that maybe other people will be okay with that version of you, and you know where you want your life to go, you can get into a place of doubt (but the truth is I still doubt that what I do can get me home). Even when you find someone that understands your journey, that might have gone on a similar journey of their own, even when you have everything with this person, it's still scary. But in the end, it's been true and real the whole time and it's worth it. Everything is worth it for that person to be in your life, for you to get the chance to love them.

Out of My System:

Honestly, the allegory to queerness and that journey on this album is insane, and this song I think perfectly captures the concept of figuring out you're queer and not wanting it. It was something I encountered in books and movies, actually, the concept of "oh I'll just do it once, get it out of my system, and I'll be normal again", and that's what this song says to me. He talks about moving quickly towards disaster, like he knows deep down that this won't be a one time thing, that it won't fix the problem, but he's ignoring that. The chorus basically says "I've lived my life with this dirty little secret, but I need to get through the rest of my life without this stalking me so I'll do it once". The demons imagery in the second verse reminds me of the same type of imagery in Kill My Mind, which is just a nice callback. BUT these lines are interesting because they can be interpreted one of two ways - either that the demos are the voices of people telling him that his feelings are wrong and he's shoving them away so he can feel alive by being with the person he wants to be with just once, or the demons are the queerness itself, and shoving it away will somehow make him feel more alive. Either way, super powerful. Also, the punk rockness of this song makes me so happy, and it's also a banger live. The energy is unmatched.

Headline:

This one was pretty clear - it's about a relationship that went badly because the person only saw Louis as what he was in the papers, who the papers thought him to be, not as an actual person with feelings. They were quick to believe any story they saw, no matter what information they had to the contrary, and that's why they're no longer in Louis' life. I could see this as something more abstract, where it's not necessarily about Louis personally but as a famous person trying to be with someone who isn't famous/is easily swept up in the tabloid drama. Pretty straightforward, definitely a jam.

Saturdays:

This. Fucking. Song. Wow.

Like ... Louis always has such a way with words, but this one really blew me away.

Stay with me - this one is also about Zayn. Now I can get where people would see it as a romantic song, but I feel like sometimes losing a best friend - not to death or anything but to fued or disagreement - holds a different kind of pain, a more visceral kind, and that's how this song strikes me. Louis and Zayn did everything together those last few years of 1D. They went out, they smoked, they got drunk, they partied, they were ride-or-dies. And Louis himself has said that, in years past, he has not been in a mature enough position to contact Zayn or to talk to him about what happened between them, but lately he has been far more open to the idea. But that doesn't mean that he hasn't been thinking about him (I've been wondering about what you're up to / not for the first time / not for the last time) or remembering the good times they had (and I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do / not for the first time / not for the last time). There has always been many sayings about drowning your sorrows in drinks, drinking to forget, going out on a Friday/Saturday night, and Louis really leans into that here with a simple yet devastating lyric (We always used to say / "Saturdays take the pain away") and I think Louis thought he would always have that with Zayn, that connection of two people who understood each other on such a deep level, and he never expected it to change. But it did. And now he no longer has that person in his life.

Then you get to the next verse where he talks about how he thinks he sees this person, or he sees two people who remind him of how he once was with his friend, and he freezes cause he has no idea what he would do if it was actually them, or if he had to face what he'd lost, and then he pushes it away (A shadow of you sticks me to the carpet / try to ignore it). But he has to keep reminding himself that some things change, and yeah it sucks, and yeah, his heart might be broken at the loss of his friendship, but he refuses to let it destroy his life (My heart might be broken / but I won't be broken down). And then how all the instrumentals and backing vocals just drop out for the final lines of the chorus, it's almost like as he reaches the end of the song, he actually believes what he's been telling himself this whole time, and it resembles starting to let go of the pain and resentment and moving forward. One of, if not THE, best songs on the album, don't come for me. (Also I truly can't BELIEVE he ended his set like this on Friday, I left depressed as fuck haha)

Silver Tongues:

Before I go into this one, I just have to say that the transition from Saturdays to Silver Tongues is absolute genius. That is all.

Now. When I heard this for the first time, it was like blue and green alarm lights were going off in my brain, not gonna lie. While I do think that this song has an overarching theme of found family and having the best time of your life with people who understand you and never wanting to go home after being with those people, I just ... see it as a song about being in love with your best friend. The pre-chorus and chorus really say it all - there is one person who understands Louis like no other, who makes him the happiest he's ever been, who he shares inside jokes with and has written songs with and only the two of them can understand what it's like. And we both know that Harry would be the one to call it a night on a night out and Louis would be the one who would want just one more drink, so there's that for you. And then you go into the second verse which is so fucking domestic and adorable, because even when Louis is like you're such a hypocrite, you say I can't like weed cause it's bad but you can drink vodka and it's fine, he's still like I love you, I get you. (You said grass was a dirty drug / you like to preach with my vodka in your mug / I love all the things you know). Then we hit PEAK VOCALS (so far) with that next part, where he admits that they can both be stubborn, they can both say stupid shit, but in the end, they love each other, they have a plan, everything is better when they're together and they'll keep making it work because neither of them want anyone else (you and me until the end / waking up to start again / there's no where else that I would rather be).

I could also see the argument of this being about Louis' time in 1D and this song being nostalgic, looking back at the good times, knowing that no one will ever understand him like his boys do, but no matter what you believe, this song is just happy, bouncy, amazing all around. (And would be a great show ender in the encore cause we are all so much happier at concerts and we never wanna go home - it’s amazing to scream that with Louis).

She Is Beauty, We Are World Class:

I had to listen to this one several times before it grew on me - the lines were short and coming right after Silver Tongues, I don't think my brain was ready for it (which is exactly how I felt when I heard Sushi for the first time). But I think this one is about the music industry. Someone did an in depth analysis of this concept already, so I won't repeat what they said, but each line refers to a different aspect of the music industry - knowing what to say and when (Conversation is currency), dealing with paps (Finding faces in the trees), not knowing whether you're your own person or a brand or both (Are we one or are we two? / Are we me or are we you?), and constantly being in the spotlight with every single step you make (surrounded by light). It's a really innovative way to talk about the reality of the industry without calling anyone or anything out directly.

Common People:

This song brought up so many pictures in my mind - Louis as a kid growing up surrounded by such a good parental figure in Jay and being part of a big family (I came from a good home / a house full of terrace dreams) and being okay with living that life because that's all he knew (that was enough for me), but knowing others who didn't grow up that way wouldn't understand (you know, you had to see it to believe). He talks about Doncaster with such reverence, such nostalgia, and you can tell that his heart will always consider that home. He was one of the common people, and at his core, he will always see himself that way, even when his fame becomes apparent to him through others (common people, nothing's changes / you'll hear strangers singing your name). The first line of the second verse (I took her to the local) made me immediately think of him taking Bebe there to film the video for Back To You, and how she asked for sushi and he was like HA no, we don't have sushi here. Just introducing someone who didn't live that life to the intricacies and excitement of something simple in a place that you love can be a really grounding experience.

Angels Fly:

This one was a really hard one for me, because I had an immediate thought and then I was like ... IDK if I wanna talk about that one, it seems tooooooo personal (if you had the same thought as me you'll know exactly what I mean). I think it can be a comforting song - there are definitely good lyrics for that in there (You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow .../...I wanna hear all that, but right now / you know it's not where we're going). But it also almost feels like a song you would write in retrospect after losing someone. There's a theme running through here of saying "it's alright, I know you're hurting or you have something to say, but there's always tomorrow, we can wait, take your time" when we all know that there isn't always tomorrow. Shit happens. We lose people. And when I think of that, the last bit of the chorus makes a kind of haunting sense (If every star is an eye in the sky / you'll see angels fly) - it makes me think of telling a dying child that they're going to heaven, trying to make things seem beautiful when they're terrifying and horrible. Either way, this song rips me apart in both the best way of someone actually caring to come and take care of me when I feel like shit, and in the worst way of losing someone and not having the time you thought you had with them.

Holding on to Heartache:

This song is 100% about One Direction and how Louis felt lost and resentful after the band went on hiatus. I truly can't hear it any other way, and unless I'm crazy, he pulled off some pretty clever lyrics that lead me to this very point. The whole first verse is very much a person looking back, seeing something for what it was instead of what it felt like in the moment (we knew that all would change / creates the strangest feeling / just slowly waiting for the end). He still thinks about it often, how they lived every moment thinking it couldn't get bigger, better, but they also knew there was a time limit on it, something they ignored steadfastly until they couldn't anymore (The moments as they came .../... because we faded into darkness .../... I can still hear a clock that's ticking). Louis has said himself that he was finally finding his place, his confidence in the band, and then they were on a break and it wasn't something he wanted or was ready for, and I think, in holding onto that pain, he stopped himself from embarking on his solo journey for a long time. He didn't understand, he wanted answers (the questions that I'd ask you / "where did it all go wrong?"). Then the bridge - the glorious bridge that I can't wait to scream on tour with him - hits, and you can feel what he felt - the sensation of suddenly being on his own (you know the party's over / when you're standing in an empty space alone), the realization that he would need time to recover (And time can always heal you / if you let it make its way into your bones), the raw honesty towards himself (Nothing's ever easy / to be honest, I'm not easy on myself) and towards the others' careers (The second that I see you / the space between us just comes flooding back). As he fades out the last chorus, in comes again the realization that he might need to let go of any lingering resentment, because in the end, this was what was always going to happen with the circumstances they were surrounded with.

And it was at this moment on my tenth listen that I realized that some of the lyrics were referencing (in my opinion) One Direction songs - "It's gonna drag me down"; "the moments as they came"; "the nights, they change in seasons"; "the space between us just comes flooding back". These could be coincidences, of course, but I think Louis is clever with his writing, and that this might have been intentional.

That's The Way Love Goes:

This song surprised me with how much I liked it, and I think it's all down to the fact that this is not at all your typical love song, but rather the opposite. He's consoling a friend who broke up with their girlfriend, trying to pull them out of the funk they've been in since the relationship ended with a little tough love (Here are some words I know that you don't wanna hear / "I think she's moved on, mate, it's almost been a year") and just explaining to them that they aren't the only one to experience this, that it's a universal experience (that's the way, that's the way love goes). Then there's a beautiful callback to Miss You (Remember when you told me I should give it time?) and kind of a nudge to get a move on, put your shoes back on and rejoin society, it will all be okay in the end. And the brutal honesty in explaining that the level of pain felt directly correlates to how much you loved that person (When it cuts you, when you bleed / that's when you're feeling it the most). It's a beautiful song of reassurance in the classic Louis way, and a great way to end an album - on a sense of hope for a better, brighter future.

There was this one other point that I wanted to make about Louis as a lyricist - Louis does this thing where he changes the lyrics from the first to second verse/pre-chorus (See Bigger Than Me - All of these/those voices; All This Time - I/you still doubt that what i/you do can get me home; Out of My System - Gotta get it off of my chest/out of my head; Saturdays - the ones that you wore when you walked out the door/but you're not here anymore) that I love because it's such a small thing but words have such impact, such power, and a small switch can hint at a large change in perspective.

This album is no skips, absolute perfection, and perfectly encapsulates who Louis is as a person, the things that he's experienced, and his ability to craft relatable stories through his words, be they personal or abstract. His voice was clearly made for this genre, and I can't wait to hear even more when he tours next year and when LT3 starts cooking.

#faith in the future #solo louis #louis tomlinson #new music #lyrical analysis #album interpretation #louis #fitf lyrics #harry styles #one direction #larry

[secretkittywolf]

More Gladioturashipping incorrect quotes

There's so many that fits these two so well!

Quattro: Being in love is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us Dextra: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both

Quattro: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Dextra: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Quattro:  holy shit-

Dextra: Are you ready to commit? Quattro: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Quattro: We’re getting married, bitches! Dextra: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem

Quattro: I like your new pants! Dextra: Thanks, they were 50% off! Quattro: I’d like them better if they were 100% off *winks* Dextra: The store can’t just give away clothes for free Quattro: That’s… not what I meant Dextra: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Quattro

Dextra: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Quattro: I wrote you a poem Dextra, already crying: You did?

Dextra: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Quattro: *blushes* What are your thoughts? Dextra: The fourth sentence- Quattro: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Dextra: It’s “you’re” not “your”

Dextra: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles Quattro: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Dextra: Seize the dick

Quattro: I'm trash Dextra: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Quattro: Quattro: You smooth motherfucker Quattro: And yes it does

Quattro: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Dextra: Nope, there's 26 Quattro: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T Dextra: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one Quattro: You'll get the D later ;)

Dextra: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you... Quattro: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey

Quattro: This date is boring! Dextra: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Quattro: Then why did you invite me? Dextra: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Dextra I'll do whatever I want!

Dextra walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Quattro, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK! Quattro, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Quattro: Dextra and I are no longer friends Dextra: QUATTRO THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Quattro: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response Dextra: Wow. They sound stupid Quattro: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Dextra: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Quattro: I guess you’re right. Hey Dextra, I love you Dextra: See! Just say that! Quattro: Holy fucking shit Dextra: If that flies over their head then, sorry Quattro, but they're too dumb for you Quattro: Dextra...

Dextra: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Quattro: It was autocorrectDextra: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"? Quattro: Yes

Quattro: Fight me! Dextra: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring* Dextra: Fight me for the rest of our lives

*Quattro comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Dextra's bedroom* Dextra: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Quattro: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend Quattro: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Dextra: ...

Dextra: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt Quattro: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit

#ygo zexal #yugioh zexal #droite zexal #quattro #thomas arclight #Gladioturashipping

[esnyshire]

amateur pt. 4

summary: In part four of amateur, Harry and Love go out on a date. They bump into some familiar faces and some not so familiar. Do they mesh together in a public setting? Or is the chemistry purely from lust.

warning: first date jitters, soft harry, the i would do anything for you Harry, may be my cleanest chapter yet, bitchy old woman

wc: 4.5k

♫ Somethings Got A Hold On Me by Etta James

A knock on the door stops my frantic running back and forth.

"Crap, shit, fuck me!" I stumble over my words as I hop on one leg, fiddling with the straps on my ankle. I had two hours to get ready and that still wasn't enough time.

I decided on a nice two-piece set, it had a muddy orange and yellow tie-dye pattern. A singular flower sits in the middle of each piece. It's low-waisted and shows off a lot more skin than I intended. I decided to wear my double-plated name chain, 'Amor' is written in cursive lettering. She's tiny, cute, and doesn't take away from the outfit. I rush to open the door, not wanting him to wait outside any longer.

"Hey, you're here!"

"I wouldn't miss this for," His eyes fell to every part of my body, covered and uncovered. "you look... wow."

My face heats up, most likely turning three shades gradually. His presence alone is enough to cause uncontrollable heat to seep to the top of my cheeks, I don't think I can handle such compliments. To distract me I take in his outfit, trying to figure out where we are going and if by some chance the clues to that are in his outfit.

"It's not too much, right? You told me center of attention, I just didn't know how much attention I was dressing for. I can change, you know what I'll ch-"

I don't get to finish my sentence, cause I'm interrupted with a hand to my waist and a tug to the nape of my neck. Our lips crash together in a rush, they're soft and so inviting. I feel the room begin to spin, which only makes me smile into the kiss.

In my twenty-three years of living, I have never had a kiss make me feel like I was falling but in the best way possible. It's the soft, slow pecks that are making me weak in the knees, his hands roam my body with no shame. I've lost all my breath trying to keep up with his feverish kissing.

I slide my hands into his hair, lifting myself on the tip of my toes. I'm still nowhere near his height even with heels on, but he has no problem helping me out. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me the rest of the way.

He breaks the kiss, "Who knew you could be so self-conscious?" He smiles down at me, pushing my body into his. We can't get any closer.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, pretty boy. I may have submitted to you but I'm still in control here." My face is so close to his as I speak, I smell the mint gum he has under his tongue. My lips linger, teasing and ghosting over his.

"But, you sound so sexy when you beg me to touch you." He's more confident with his words, and I don't mind finding out how far he'll go with this.

"I was begging, yes, but who was on their knees?"

Silence surrounds us as he from what I can see thinks about what to say, and just like I expected his confident act comes to a screeching stop when he opens his mouth, intending to say something but nothing comes out.

I let him come to his realization as I loosen my grip around his neck and slide down his body. My heels clack on the floor, momentarily breaking his concentration.

"I'm gonna go get my purse, hold tight." I tap his chest, quickly leaving the door entrance. "Come in!"

I skip steps rushing up to my room, quickly grabbing my phone purse and keys, the jingle of my keys causes my cat to come shuffling out of my closet, nails scratching at my marble floor. I bolt out my bedroom door, trying to keep up with my drift queen of a cat. She charged down the steps, and onto the couch, jumping from one cushion to the next.

She doesn't even hesitate when she leaps in Harry's direction in the middle of the living room. She clings to his pants and climbs her way up to his body, aiming for a seat on his shoulder.

"Ow, ow ow!" Harry yells, most likely feeling her nails claw into him.

"Finnegan!" I yell, stumbling down the rest of my steps, ready to yank my demon of a cat off of Harry.

"So, you're a cat person?" He questions me, a smirk permanently displayed on his lips.

"You're not?"

"I am, you just don't seem like the type to own a cat."

"I'm offended that you would even think that." I scoff, genuinely taking offense. Cat people are the best people.

He pets Finnegan who's still sat on his shoulder, purring so loud I'm starting to grow jealous. Am I jealous cause he's touching her and not me or jealous she gets to climb him like a tree and I don't?

"Someone's got the right idea," I whisper to myself, watching Finnegan rub her entire body across Harry's head.

"Hm? What was that?" He asks barely paying any attention to me, absorbed in the hypnosis my cat is succeeding in.

"Nothing, c'mon that's enough for tonight." I step forward giving Fin access to my shoulders, she jumps down from Harry landing delicately on me. I hold my arms out giving her a bridge to the sofa and she walks across, not even being phased.

"Okay, we can go now." I inhale deeply, feeling a tickle in the back of my nose. I freeze in my spot, arms out like I'm hugging a huge balloon, taking small intakes of air.

Right when I think I'm in the clear, the flood gates open and I sneeze. I'm not one for normal sneezes, no. I sneeze consecutively, and my record of sneezes is currently at twelve in one sitting. It's loud and high-pitched, sounds like a guinea pig excited for food.

"Are you allergic to cats?!" He's instantly frantic, looking at me with worry on his face. "Why do you own a cat if you're allergic?"

"I love cats," I say honestly, I don't care if I'm allergic. He couldn't say anything, he was just loving her. You can't help but love them, they're the best things we humans have.

"Oh, so you're crazy. Good to know." He laughs, shaking his head in disapproval. "Let's go, we've got places to be!"

"Places? As in more than one?"

"Yes, Love. More than one." At this point, he knows what saying my name does to me, and I can't help but laugh, he's subtly antagonizing me.

"Keep it up." I look at him through my lashes.

"Oh, I will."

I stifle a laugh at his tone of voice, he's admitting to acting out to get a rise out of me. Tonight is going to be very interesting.

"Ven aca, carino." I take his hand in mine and walk to the car.

The ride is lengthy but the view is amazing. I see from the size of the buildings and the abundance of traffic that's accumulated around the car that we are headed to the city. Living in New York has never meant much to me considering I was born here. Everyone loves it but the people who live here.

The streets are dirty, the people are loud and they don't know how to fucking walk. I truly wouldn't wish the city transit on my worst enemy.

The people are bustling, music is blaring from every direction. Someone's fighting a bird, the lady in the car next to us is yelling so loud and it doesn't help that I hear the person on the other line. I avoid direct eye contact from my side of the car, seeming to have fallen into the trap that is Harry.

He's tapping along to the song quietly playing as background music, the windows are down and his top is up. The light turns green and the view that I'm given nearly knocks my breath away.

His skin is illuminating from the various jumbo screens surrounding us, it looks like we are in a room with a bunch of lights. I'm seeing him in a completely different light.

No, seriously.

The sun was always so blinding when we would meet at the pool, and then in the stuffy locker room, there was barely any good lighting. This whole time I've seen a half-ass version to my eyes.

He's gorgeous, I'm finding myself speechless and I always have something to say.

♫ The Stripper by David Rose

The sound of a specific song claws it's way into my ears. My interest is peaked when I hear feather fan music, more popularly known as burlesque type music.

It's my favorite music to dance to. It's a true talent what those women do, it would be nothing but an honor to go out to watch them dance.

We turn down the corner, the same direction of the music and I begin to fidget in my seat from the anticipation. I could kiss him for how grateful I am, I don't even know for sure if that's where he's taking me but I might scream.

"We are here." He says nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the street ahead. I know he can see my excitement practically oozing off of me, his smile says it all.

"Get the fuck out of here," I say slapping my tights, turning them a nice tinge of pink.

"Does that mean I did well?"

"Well?! You did fucking awesome!" I squeal, no longer caring how childish I look right now. I've wanted to go to a burlesque show since I learned how to walk in heels. That was at the brilliant age of five.

Harry parks the car, flips the top, and slides out. He runs to my door, opening it and holding his hand out for me to grab. If he keeps doing this my heart is going to combust, it's the bare minimum but I haven't been treated like a lady in god knows how long and my shriveled up heart can't take all this unraveling he's effortlessly doing.

When we get inside, the soft lights above us do nothing in comparison to the ones just a few feet outside the building. I don't expect much though, we did come to a nook in New York for a burlesque show. The only seats available are in the front row, confusing me a bit. Who wouldn't want to sit in the front row? There's way more space than I thought there would be, and a lot more people to hold in. We weave our way through, quickly sitting at our table.

"I wonder why no one wants to sit upfront?" I whisper to Harry who's sitting next to me. The circle tables provided for us are useless to people like Harry and me, needing to be close in proximity.

"You'll see why." He says expectantly. I side-eye him, he sounds cryptic and I don't know how to feel about this.

The lights flicker, a voice from the loudspeaker shrieks throughout the room. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Glad you could join us. Make yourselves comfortable, fifteen minutes till the first act!"

"Hey, uh would you like to order some drinks?"

"Oh, yea. I'll have a martini." I say this, remembering that the conversation of age never came up between us.

"So, you're the drinking age." He quips. "That's good to know." He smiled sheepishly. There's no sign of discomfort or embarrassment, just a funny realization. I'm just glad he's fine with my age and not turned off from the low number under my belt.

"So, you're okay with me being younger?" I ask, genuinely surprised he's taking this so easily.

"You're legal, I see no problem. But your drinking choice is questionable." He makes a joke, discreetly breaking the ice. He's a lot more attentive when it's just me and him alone. I enjoy him talking.

"Harry, is that you?" We are interpreted by a voice behind us. It sounds vaguely familiar, I can't put my finger on it. My assumptions on who it is are cut short when a tall slim figure comes into view.

The first thing my eyes go to is her chest, it's decorated in pearls, slightly tanned. Painfully red. I can just feel the throbbing of her skin from the sweltering heat. It's the women I used to sit with at the pool.

"Yeah?" He turns his head, "Oh, Mrs. Bradshaw. Back for some more I see!" He smiles, truly pleased she's shown her presence for what I'm assuming is the second time in a short amount of time.

"Why of course! You've given me and the girls a place to hang out, and I have to say Harry, wonderful taste!"

I listen in on the conversation going on around me, giving them my undivided attention. The only thing is I look like I'm spacing out cause I'm frozen staring directly at the empty stage in front of me. I'm on the verge of zoning out. It's not that I don't care about the conversation, it's just I've never been one for interacting with people. I always say crude and crass things one like myself shouldn't be so confident saying it in front of others.

Harry doesn't seem to mind my quietness as he continues his conversation with the lady.

He goes to introduce me. "Mrs. Bradshaw this is-"

"Oh look at that, they're coming this way!" Her words are dragging along the floor, probably from all the drinks she's consumed while being here. A sworn of bees they sound like, calling out his name. Each lady starts their tangent over the excitement they have about the facility.

Harry seems to be a regular here or comes here often enough to give this place a recommendation. In my own world, spacing out I feel someone tap my shoulder. It's the lady who told me she saw Harry and I leaving the locker room.

"Hiya, toots." She nudges me. "What happened to no one knowing." Her knowing smile would normally annoying the absolute fuck out of me if it was anyone else, but she seems more tolerable than the rest of her group.

"You've seen what he looks like," I chuckle. "It's not an easy thing to do."

"Can't really ignore it, now can you."

"Definitely not." She smiles and rests her hand on my shoulder. She winks and silently departs from our table.

"I see you've brought a friend," my thoughts are interrupted by a voice next to Harry. She knows she saw me when she first came up to us, she's doing a shit job at pretending she didn't.

Her use of the word friend fuels my anger, first, she ignores me completely, then when Harry tries to introduce me she skips over me like I'm a piece of gum on the floor. I'm trying my hardest to stay calm, not wanting to ruin the night. Plus, I want to watch the show.

"I wouldn't use the word 'friend'. My name is Love, but Harry calls me Amor." I remember when he told me what he said to the ladies of Kings County, basking in the lead up to their stunned faces.

"This is who I was telling you about the other day." He sounds elated that he can show me off, not even caring how mind-boggling mad they'll all be for the rest of the night with the new information they just learned.

I don't stick out my hand for her to shake, looking straight into her eyes with a small smile.

"How wonderful, Harry." She clasps her hands together, holding them close to her chest.

"We were just going to order drinks. So, if you ladies don't mind, I'd love to get back to my hotter than the sun date!" I wink at her, throwing in her little nickname for Harry. A stifled laugh gets stuck in Harry's throat, failing miserably to hide his true feelings about this whole situation.

One by one they silently leave, filing into the booth in the back. Shame. What a waste of an experience. Why does no one want to sit upfront? Harry orders us drinks, his hand never leaving my thigh even as he speaks to the waitress to keep his tab open. The music cuts out, the lights dim and a new track starts.

♫ Show Me How You Burlesque by Christine Aguilera

"I know this, oh my god."

"The dance or the song?" He asks way too fast for my liking.

"Both, why?"

He ignores my question. He brings his hand to his face, sticking his pointer and middle finger from each hand into the corners of his mouth and blowing so hard. The sound that leaves his lips causes me to flinch at the volume, instinctively my hands go to cover my ears. My attention goes back to Harry who is now crazily pointing at me while looking across the room. I flutter my eyes between Harry and who he's communicating with.

A flock of feathers and fishnet stockings comes barreling in my direction, the beautiful women have their hands out reaching for me, bright smiles and smirks are all I see. This is the first time I can say I truly feel intimidated. I grab the first hand I see, not prepared to be peeled away from Harry's grasp and towards the stairs to the stage. The panic I get before getting on a stage courses through my body, the excitement of being put on the spot. It's all so exhilarating. I look at Harry, my arm forcibly being pulled from the socket. He gives me two thumbs up.

I rolled my eyes, now understanding why no one was sitting upfront. They like bringing people up on stage. The only difference is they have no idea how much I've wanted to get up here and dance since I entered.

"We say, hey, here come the ladies about to give a little show"

They sing out to me, crouching around me. Like they're waiting for something. I'm about a hundred percent sure Harry sat us in the interactive section of the show. I can only guess they're waiting for me. The thing is mc I've had this dance engraved in my brain since I was eight. It comes to me like muscle memory. My shoulders begin to sway as I catch onto the beat, the girls sway along with me, their show faces on ten, hyping me up with their mimicked moves. As if I'm a part of their show they get into formation, all in spots and ques going around me while I dance in the middle. The woman all dance around me, twirling in their beautiful costumes. Dancing has always been the best way I communicate, my body always doing enough talking for me. Being on stage isn't a foreign feeling, I strive for a career where I can dance, wear banging ass outfits and not have a care in the world with who's watching.

Right now the only feeling I have is happy. My feet are quick as my body fluidly follows closely behind. My emotions are strong and my chest is heaving, adrenaline pumps through my veins. This is the best feeling. I watch Harry, watch me from the stage. He's snapping and moving in his seat. His genuine smile as he watches me on stage has my stomach in knots and my cheeks ache from smiling so hard. I just want to kiss him. He doesn't even realize how much of a dream this was for me, him giving it to me and enjoying my excitement makes me feel things I haven't felt ever.The music is so extremely loud, and the energy is at an all time high. I don't even register the crowd cheering and yelling in my direction. The song comes to its end and they incorporate seating me where they snatched me from. Cooing at me and showering me with compliments in my ear, all their words swirling around my head. Filling me up to the brim with an ego boost I did not need.

I'm gonna be riding this high for the rest of the night and my happiness only brings my attention straight to Harry who is smiling so adoringly at me. I shake my head, pulling his face towards mine, his lips crash onto mine. The second his lips touch, The exhale I let out sounds borderline pornographic. I give no fucks if someone can hear me, hell I don't even care if they see. The kiss is quick, nowhere near enough for us both. We take in deep breaths, our faces only a fraction away from each other.

"Having fun?" He asks. A big smirk adorns his face knowing I kissed him because I am so happy about what just happened.

"Not as much fun as I'll be having with you later, but this is a close second." I involuntarily looked at his lips, then back to his eyes.

He noticeable gulps, choking on nothing. He pats his chest a couple of times, holding back a laugh I know he wants to let out. He always reacts this way, and I can't bring myself to mind. It's endearing and unintentionally sexy.

Our drinks came while I was on stage, so I grabbed my glass and sip from the tiny red straw. I try my hardest to hide my smile, not wanting to mock his amateur behavior. He speaks in my ear, guiding me through our night. We stay for four more dances, which leads me to three drinks into the night. Nowhere near enough to get me drunk, but enough to lower my inhibitions.

Next on the itinerary is a club, the night is young. It was only ten o'clock.

♫ You Make Me Wanna by Usher

The conversation is flowing naturally and I don't think I have laughed so much in my life. Between the flirty words we exchange, he has yet to break physical contact with me. His pointer will softly rub at my knee, or he'll run his fingertips up and down my thigh, talking softly and tenderly. The eye contact is becoming so heavy, I want nothing more than to take him home and have my way with him.

He's effortlessly beautiful, I feel the need to hold my breath so I don't ruin him somehow. Out of the blue, Harry grabs my hand and guides me out of the building. He's quick with his steps as he leads me to the car.

"Can you drive?" I ask.

"Yes, I only had one drink." He assured me.

He proceeds to buckle me in, "to ease the mind."

It doesn't take long to reach our second location, the music is unbelievably loud and the crowd of people at the front of the club bursts my social balloon.

"We aren't staying here long, I may not know you well, but I know enough to know this isn't your crowd." He takes in my face, I'm terrible at hiding my distaste for things. "There's someone who wants to meet you."

"It's a little early to be meeting the parents, don't you think?" I quip, too proud of myself for that joke.

"I- no, what? Ha! No, that's not what I-"

"I was joking, don't shit yourself!" I laugh at his now pale face.

We walk through the room, all the way to the VIP section of the club. A bouncer is near the velvet rope, keeping people from getting in. We walk through the small group of people, being let in immediately. I don't say anything, waiting for some type of context clues with the situation at hand. I get nothing. I recognize nobody, I don't even know who Harry would know that I just so happen to know too? Other than the women in our neighborhood.

"Harry!" I turn my head at the sound of his name, being met with a tall, dark-skinned man. His face is kind and full of life, he seems genuinely excited to be here. "Just the person I was looking for.

"I've been getting videos, texts, and phone calls for the past hour, did you bring her with you?" He asks, looking around Harry's vicinity. I giggled at his face, eyebrows lifted, eyes frantically looking for this woman. I'm tucked away behind Harry, holding his hand tightly. I peek from behind him, smiling softly.

"Videos of what?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me. "Also, who's her?"

"He's talking about you." He pulls me from behind him, wrapping his arm around my body. "This is who wants to meet you. Love, this is Sterling Ford"

"Good evening Mr. Ford,"

"Please, call me Sterling!" He laughs. "I like her!"

He stares at Harry, taking his arm and pulling him into a hug.

"Like isn't a good enough word, old friend."

Old friend? Now this interaction makes a little more sense.

"You've caused a big stir at The Garden." He says as if I'm supposed to know what he is saying. I give him a look, tilting my head in question.

"He owns the burlesque joint we just left." He says casually.

"Yes, and I texted Harry right after I heard about your performance. Everyone loved it!" He yells over the music in the club. "Would you like to work for me?"

"What?"

"Just say yes!"

"Yes."

"No, I need a ye- wait. Yes?"

"Yes." I don't even hesitate to say yes, it's my dream job. This can open so many doors for me, dancing every night and getting paid for it? I'm already drooling from how pleasant that sounds.

"Great! I'll get your number from Harry, we can work something out as soon as my schedule clears up. Except for a call from me within the week." He reaches out for my hand and I gladly take it.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me!" I firmly shake his hand.

"No, kid. Thank you, we haven't gotten that much positive feedback in a while! You could be my ticket to fame." He takes his hands and glides them across the air, like he can see the stars as he speaks. He sucks his teeth and shakes his head, his phone rings breaking his train of thought. "Money calls!" He walks away without another sound, his lips move a million miles a minute as he walks away to take his call.

"What the fuck just happened."

"Exactly what should have happened." He watches me stare at him in shock. I can't stop the giggle that leaves my lips, not believing I just got my dream job from simply enjoying my night out with Harry.

"Thank you, Harry." I look up at him, only now grasping how this was all his doing.

"Don't thank me. Your dancing did all the talking." What he says causes me to stop in track, I smile at his words.

At this moment, I now realize that Harry understands me. Weirdly, these past two days have been astronomically better with him in my life. I find myself wanting him around more and more.

#harry styles #esnyshire #harry styles blurb #harry styles fan fic #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles rec #harry styles sub #subrry

[yamanaka-shin]

SaiIno + 13, 21, 22, 25 :3

SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE, HAD TO SURVIVE A WEEKEND AT WORK

God this ship is so fucking great. Also I'll be switching up pronouns for Sai because tbh I'm not sure which I like best yet. She/they for the time being.

13. I live in a world where the Anbu is not an organization that still exists, and Sai is *not* in charge of it because that's the dumbest decision Kishi/SP/Ikemoto could have pulled lmao. So that nonsense isn't taking all her time up. But she still does have her Genin team because I adore the three of them so much, so there's a little less free time than would be ideal some nights. With these two, I feel like they do a little of both spending the night in and going out. Also depends on how busy Ino is because she's the one holding the damn village up on her own shoulders and we all know it. When things have been too rough, Sai always asks if she's feeling up to a date night out or not because assuming she is isn't a kind thing to do when her work is as demanding as it often is. But a lot of the time she's good to go because getting out of the house is sometimes the remedy to everything that's been going on lately, some different energy to bask in and recharge with. Ino is very much an outgoing and extroverted person so spending time around other people (even in just a surroundings kinda way) is her element. And while Sai still has moments where she's not as people smart as her wife, she's not at all adverse to being in social settings that may be bustling and loud half the time. These two also do lots of double dates, with pretty much anyone else who's up for going though we all know they never see much of Naruto and Hinata these days unfortunately. And it's not just married couples they'll go with. Kiba and Tamaki will often join them, as well as other friends and even family who may have current partners no matter if it's long term or newly acquired. In the earlier years when Inojin wasn't really old enough to be left home by himself often, it was easy enough to let him stay over with friends whose parents were not also going on the double date that night, especially if it was the Nara or Akimichi households but absolutely not limited to them. And when he *was* old enough, they let him have friends over while they went out with the instructions just to clean up any mess that was made and be safe. Please don't end up on the evening news doing something crazy, love you bye.

Nights in the pair like to go over everything in the greenhouses and make sure it's all healthy and fresh, catching up on recent events and happenings with a lot of back and forth talk or even just Sai letting her wife go on and on if there's a lot on her mind. She loves listening and it is good stress relief to get it all out on the table while her hands are also busy with something unrelated so she can't accidentally form bad habits while talking. And then when everything is seen to and all the recent stresses are vented, they'll have something good to eat and then clean up the prep station and dinner as a team. And then later on have some really good sex, like a factory reset after shrugging off everything that has been built up and let out earlier. Good way to start off a new week.

21. The main thing is that Ino has so many different duties that are crucial to the functioning of Konoha as a whole and Sai also has to be an attentive Sensei to his team, plus there's Clan Business that has to be seen to every now and again. They're both very lucky that they never have to worry about childcare when they're both busy though because even if all their friends are tied up with missions or anything else, there's at least *someone* among the rest of the Yamanaka who's willing to help out because I firmly believe child raising in this clan is a communal effort rather than Every Family On Their Own (more or less). Growing up, Ino's dad was also often watching Fuu + Kohan with her at the same time because the three were close in age. So it's natural and easy for her to request assistance from others in the extended family to step in when she and her wife have other important obligations.

Sai also strikes me as someone who usually gets up pretty early and is comfortable with mornings compared to a lot of their peers. And while Ino often has had to get up early too, she likes it less overall. The better time for her to rise for the day is more like 10 am when Sai is fine even if it's like 5-6 am. Which is why they do a lot of the morning plant care and shop openings unless there's stuff to do with T25 that takes priority.

22. Both of these two lean very much into acts of service as a primary love language, knowing how much they each have to do every day and they wanna make life easier on each other (and are very happy to do so) by helping out in any way possible. Sai also makes sure to ask their wife about any task or anything they're not clear on if it needs to be done or not, wanting everything to be crystal clear so there's no chances to accidentally stumble and mess something up on accident. They check in regularly with Ino (pays to marry into this clan because you got the private Mind Talk Channel) in case she's got anything else she needs/wants done or if there's anything they can maybe bring home for her from the store. They also are very good at leaving her notes in the case they have to leave quickly to attend something and she always carries a blank scroll with her as well in the case they have to send a message in the form of an ink animal that becomes words when it hits paper, in the event the two cannot speak mentally back and forth. I don't even gotta tell anyone who loves this ship that there's also a lot of "art dedicated to and inspired by my wife" going on here. It's easy to make beautiful things when your life partner is someone like her. And the two do try to spend time together when they can doing duo drawing sessions dedicated to each other just for fun. She's not a world famous artist and she doesn't need to be because they are fond of everything she has made for them, and they keep it all in a safe place where it can never be lost or destroyed. Meanwhile she's taken a lot of things they've made for her to work and posting it up reminds her of them all the time, it's nice to keep your space decorated with things that make you think of your beloved. Also yes, both of them can be quite physically touchy, even if it's quick contact instead of lingering touches. Sai in particular likes to make physical contact when reassuring her wife of something that Ino might be doubting.

25. It's cheating to say everything but it's definitely close to everything. The two started out as a good example of opposites go well together and as they've bonded more and more through married life, they appreciate the quirks each has that makes them who they are. Sai very much appreciates that Ino doesn't play coy when she's upset and will tell you how she's feeling and why and what caused it, and what she needs right now to help her feel better. And with Sai, Ino loves the honesty and the dedication to mending problems rather than avoiding them or feeding them to make them worse. She can admit when she's done something wrong (and has done a lot of work to be able to recognize when she's the one in the wrong and why) and doesn't like dragging out fights/disagreements, and frankly she hates the very idea of staying mad at your spouse all day cuz you had an argument so she does her best never to let that happen. She also loves that when she has a lower emotional/social battery for her own input that Ino will never get on her case for it and expect her to give as good as she's getting. She's happy to let Ino control the direction of the conversation and the interactions, content to listen and absorb what is being said. Both of them love that they see eye to eye most of the time with parenting as well. Sometimes there's friction caused, like when it comes to training their son, but it doesn't last. They each let him decide his own course to take in life and support his decisions as he makes them even if it's not a choice either of them would have made if they were in the same situations. He's his own person, not their property or object to project on. Sai is honestly very good with kids in general and it makes Ino melt, though if you call her out on it she'll be just a little embarrassed. Plenty of times Sai brings her team home with her for short moments and Ino has gotten to know the three of them and makes sure they know that if they ever need anything from her, just ask, no matter what.

(there's a reason this is my favorite canon ship and #2 overall for me, it's just so fucking good)

#SaiIno #Boruto #Boruto NNG #Naruto

[maigo-san]

filling out the rest of the rentan ask game 🔥🎴!

⚔️ - More importantly, did you cry when Rengoku… yknow… died lol

at first no, I was too stunned. I really thought it was a jinx. But then the next watch I cried buckets.

❄️ - what are your feelings about Akaza? Was he an effective villain in the story? Do you like him in AUs?

at first I didn't like his introduction. It's so sudden, there's barely any foreshadow or hints. He's obviously not just some demon, he's UM 3. But then I realized that it made sense from Kyoujurou's pov. Upper Moon or not, a demon is a demon to Kyou and unlike Tan, whatever sob story behind these villains, it didn't matter to Kyou. All he needed was to protect everyone. He's definitely effective considering Kyou's death made a lot of people sad and even though I wish that his story didn't overshadow Tan's avenge fight scene in the final arc, it's not that bad.

Do you like him in AUs? I feel neutral about it. I don't usually include him in AUs cuz he's just really different from Kyou and Tan. He does martial art, and they do swords. Maybe they were in the same school like in kimegaku but they have very different social circles.

Though I feel Hakuji and Tanjirou can get along pretty okay or that Hakuji might find Tanjirou's profoundness aggravating (like in the canon) but unlike in canon, they're not conditioned to fight with each other, so Tan is unfazed and Hakuji will just feel stupid with himself. They both have similar struggles too, so maybe they were part-time co-workers. Or just seniors and juniors that know each other and maybe Hakuji won't feel embarrassed about borrowing Tan's money since Tan knows how it feels to be broke.

Also, they're both just simple dudes who simp their s/os and I always find it funny thinking abt an awkward hakukoyu-rentan double date. Koyuki and Tanjirou will definitely get along, but I can just imagine Hakuji making snarky remarks about Kyoujurou or how he keeps bringing up that time Kyoujurou declines his offer to try martial art and making jabs about kendo being a stupid sport. And Tan gets to see a rare Kyou smiling wide like he's about to murder someone.

🍠 - what are your opinions on the Rengoku family, and how Kyojuro was raised?

HOOO BOY. The Rengokus fucked an already good family and I feel so bad for them. They could not gatekeep flame breathing but they did. Whether it's intentional or not, it's been planted throughout generations and even Senjurou knows. That's why he's been weighed by that.

I know both Kyoujurou and Senjurou are victims in this but we can't forget Shinjurou too. The Rengokus are known to be loyal and kind-hearted but it's also a wonder how just now, just when Shinjurou got driven into alcoholic madness we decided to address it (plot reasons I know, I'm being hyperbolic). But it's always interesting to explore. I'm sure it's not just him that had wished they could break this cycle of curse. That wished they don't have to be a demon slayer for once.

Though, I feel like they're only wishes and nobody really made a move. It's probably why the records made it seem like Yoriichi was some legend or that no breathing style can ever be at the same level as sun breathing and that they're all just going to fight demons until the end of their lives since The Chosen One is dead. I don't know

Maybe that was Shinjurou's intrusive rage talking or maybe it is something the other Rengokus had always believed in. After all, Kyou also had never wanted anything other than having a tsuguko or dreamed about anything else other than demon slaying.

But anyway

yes, Kyou

Honestly, I feel satisfied whenever I read about a cutting generational trauma and though it's tragic, Kyoujurou's nuclear family saved the rest of the Rengokus.

A part of me thinks that Kyou drives himself to the limit also as a response to his father but it's really just something he knows what to do. So even if Shinjurou retired honorably, Kyou will still do what he does. That's all he had known to be and Ruka had only implemented that but I have a feeling that they had always married someone who has that personality and similar mindset.

He technically grew up as "planned", as in he carries the values the previous Rengokus still hold along with his mother, but I also like how Kyou grew up seeing the crack in their perfect model portrait. He saw how broken his father had become and I believe that's how he became such a down-to-earth Hashira and how he didn't pester Senjurou to be the next Flame Hashira.

That's all though. I think these four are really lovely.

I have a headcanon that Senjurou inherited Shinjurou's critical side and Kyoujurou inherited Ruka's crafty and creative side instead. That's why Senjurou did so well in housekeeping and Kyoujurou has an out-of-the-box almost theatrical way of teaching history.

🪨 - what are your opinions on the Kamado family, and how Tanjiro was raised?

I feel gtg almost always sees them as one entity when in reality it's not. It makes me feel that Tanjirou is a dad of six with Kie occasionally chiming in.

Though Tanjuurou's death was quite recent from Muzan's visit, I know Tanjirou sold charcoal even before Tanjuurou died since he had been ill for quite a while so yes, Tanjirou probably replace his role sooner than anyone expected.

I know Tanjirou mostly seeks guidance from Tanjuurou and Kie is the one who's often in Nezuko's dream instead but it only emphasizes more about how TanNezu has been parenting the younger siblings lol

I wish they were more explored like the Rengokus (and promoted) because they're literally TanNezu's support. Despite everything, I love the parents' connection with TanNezu. I wish we know more about Tanjuurou and Kie like Shinjurou and Ruka, so I headcanon because Tanjuurou makes Kie concerned because of his very peaceful nature, and that worry turns to love and Tanjurou saw how good of a person Kie was and decided to marry her. It made sense, she's the one with the armor forehead.

I want to know how Tanjuurou was when he's young (Tan really looks like him post-canon tf), maybe he got that easygoingness from Suyako (Sumiyoshi's wife)'s side instead lol

I also love love love the younger siblings my goooddd... they have so much potential and I love their various personalities. Tsun-tsun Takeo, Hanako and Shigeru are the perfect example of middle child lol, and then little Rokuta who probably sees Tan more like a dad than a brother and maybe in another universe grow up the most similar to Tanjurou or Tanjirou. idk

Just a fun thing to think about.

🗑️ - just tell us everything you love about Shinjuro

💀 oh old man

I love every single strand of leg hair you own, your perfect skrunkly frown, I don't love the way you hit Senjurou but the way you beat Tan is so satisfying, (especially in the stage play lmfao, that actor really went for it), and the way you ruin Kyoujurou's mood every single time. I also love the way they made him wear an undershirt after he's sober 🙏 literally saint-ified lmfao

I think that's all! It's been really fun. The questions are really interesting.

#rentan #tanren #rntnvillage

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Living in the Fray: Chapter 9

'Cas! CAS! Wake up dammit you've been out for ages.'

Krieger woke to the sound of Ronson shouting directly in to her brain. She sniffled and yawned as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to come back in to the world of the living. Krieger remembered she was currently in a safe house atop a building in the warehouse district with a pretty good view down the main street. The safe houses provided for the Hunters on the Chase were never luxurious; containing a single bed, toilet, shower, kettle and a basic first aid kit that hopefully hadn't been used by somebody else beforehand.

'Are we moving?' Krieger yawned out as she stretched out her arms and legs before she stood up.

'Yeah we're moving. There's been movement up the road from you I suggest you go check it out.'

'Ugh, no rest for the wicked.' Krieger said aloud. She pulled on her boots and slung her double holster round her shoulders; checking her guns were secure then carefully set about securing her sword back on to her belt. Happy everything was in place; she grabbed her cropped jacket and slid it on before slamming her hand on the doors security system which opened with a slick swooshing sound. Night-time New Edo greeted her with a slight chill in the breeze that cut through the usual balmy, warm evenings and carried the smell of the dusty roads and takeaways with it.

'Jesus Christ I could go for a kebab right now.' Krieger announced with a slight eye roll as the smell of food found its way in to her nostrils.

'Shut up you got work to do you can get a kebab later you fat cow.' Ronson retorted. 'Ah shit I want a kebab now.'

Krieger just cackled to herself as she casually made her way over the rooftops in the direction of where Ronson said where he had spotted some goings on. She had updated her ocular HUD before the Chase had started and it was working beautifully giving her all the information she needed without having to look down at her holowatch all the time. Her last HUD wasn't nearly as sleek or efficient or pretty for that fact plus it had a habit of crashing so she barely used it. On her new update she could customize the text size and colour just by thinking about changing it. She had it set to a nice, calming, slightly dark mauve colour; the current time and date visible in the upper left corner of her vision and a little sat nav arrow in the bottom left giving her directions on where to go and approximate distance.

'Cas get a move on. It's Daisuke making all the noise down there.'

'Shit.' Krieger hissed aloud. She picked up the pace, bounding her way over the rooftops with an attempt at some kind of athletic grace with the occasional stumble here and there.

'What's Akiyama up to? He finally come down from his perch?' Krieger panted as she asked Ronson. She slowed down a bit just to take a moment to get her bearings and decide the best route to take.

'He's chasing someone but I can't get an ID confirmed, they're moving too fast.'

'Fuck sake.' Krieger huffed. She started running again in hopes of finding a fire escape or a down pipe to shimmy down to ground level. She would have jumped straight down but knowing her luck right now, her nanomachines would decide to screw up mid-fall so they would not be at the full potential; meaning she would not be able to take the impact. She had learnt that from previous Chases, almost like her nanomachines knew her every move was being broadcasted to millions of people and would spectacularly fail just to show her up.

Krieger peered over the ledge of a building she was on, about three stories up. As luck would have it there were several balconies that she could jump down on. With haste, she carefully dropped down to each balcony; safely reaching ground level only to start running as soon as her feet landed; or at least something close to running as she hated it with a passion. Out of the corner of her eye she saw what looked like a man wearing a dark coloured hoodie pelting along the road that led out to the far end of the warehouse district. He was closely followed by what was obviously Akiyama who had his right hand outstretched with his gun ready to fire. The running men disappeared out of sight. Krieger ran as fast as she could in order to keep up, hoping that Akiyama wouldn't get a hit on the guy he was chasing. She was steadily catching up but slowed down as soon as she heard Akiyama's gun going off and the running man skid to the ground face first.

'AH FUCK!' Krieger shouted as she kicked the ground, dust flying up from the road. She casually walked over to Akiyama who had stooped down and rolled the body on to its back, snatching the hood from over the head. He smiled and chuckled as he began fiddling with his holowatch; a picture popping up in the watches haze taken from his ocular camera. Akiyama was still cackling as Krieger finally stood beside him trying to catch her breath. She heard the hovering of one of the Chase drones overhead; its camera pointed down capturing what had happened in the dim street light.

'Dude what was that all about?' Krieger panted Akiyama as she rested her hands on her knees for a moment, having a look at the body at her feet. 'Who's this guy? I haven't heard a confirmed Chase death.'

'Just a job I took last week, Reggie Severin. His old boss found him stealing documents and selling them to rival companies for a shit ton of money. And he was boning his wife .' Akiyama started. 'Lucky for me as it turned out he'd escaped to New Edo to lay low for a bit.'

Akiyama had taken the ocular photo as proof to send to his employer that the hit had been carried out.

'Well you know what that means now mate?' Krieger said.

'Yep. Disqualified.' Akiyama just laughed. 'I was hoping to win the Chase this year and hopefully catch this guy after, but with you and Frank being as mad as ever and you getting that kill within the first ten seconds... Yeah wasn't gonna happen.'

'Better get some money somehow I guess.'

'Yeah eight mil for this dipshit, I got lucky that he was here during the Chase. He just wandered in to my space first.' Akiyama nudged his toe against the body as Krieger let out a low whistle. 'My cousin's gonna be pissed but I'll give her a cut, keep her quiet.'

'You've already turned off your neural comms huh?'

'Yep.'

Krieger chuckled at the thought of Akiyama's head being filled with shouting and screaming from Keiko, but he had done the right thing by turning off his comms to save himself the onslaught. He could deal with that when he got back to Chase HQ where not only would he get a grilling from his cousin, but he would also be bombarded with questions by the shows hosts. Krieger understood his reasoning though, Akiyama never really travelled around during the Chase actively hunting; usually leaving the detective work up to Keiko and only going where she thought he'd most likely find a convict. Akiyama wasn't a particularly imposing man nor was he overly muscly. Just a regular looking bloke. He definitely wasn't the type of guy to go on wild goose chases and tire himself out.

'And it looks like Akiyama has deliberately retired himself from this years chase by means of disqualification for killing a non-convict! This is the first time this has ever happened in the history of the Chase."

Footage from the drone hovering over Akiyama, Krieger and the now dead body of Severin filled the holoscreen of the Osiris with a blinding red ticker running across the bottom reading "BREAKING NEWS; HUNTER AKIYAMA DISQUALIFIED!"

'Well I suppose I better get my guys in and shift this body.' Akiyama mumbled.

'Dude, the Police not even gonna come for you? I mean you did just kill a non-convict on live television?'

'I'm paid up for this month.' Akiyama grinned. 'Besides this guy had a pretty extensive rap sheet.'

'Fair enough. Anyway I'm going, might as well do something productive.' Krieger said to Akiyama. They fist bumped each other.

'Be seeing you dude.'

'Be seeing you Krieger. Give 'em hell.'

Krieger smiled and gave Akiyama a relaxed salute as she wandered off back down the streets to the centre of town. The closer she got to where all the bars and clubs were, the more she could hear people cheering and shouting. The odd person would wander over to Krieger and give her a handshake or cheer her on as she made her way through the somewhat busy streets. The clock in the upper left corner of her ocular HUD read nearly quarter past ten at night which confused Krieger as she thought it was much later, it felt later anyway to her. Knowing that the night was nowhere in full swing yet, she decided to pop in at Bab's place and see what was happening. There was also a slim chance that she would come across one of the other Hunters or maybe one of the cons. Whilst they had the habit of hiding away from people some preferred to hide in plain sight amongst the crowds; which also made it easier for them to pickpocket and shoplift, especially when they were hungry. It was either that or raid some bins.

The walk to Bab's place was fairly short, Krieger would have got there quicker if she hadn't been stopped a few times by the occasional fan for a selfie or a handshake or getting distracted by the drone that was following her. There were loads of people hanging around outside the bar, some of them greeting Krieger or giving her shoulder a quick shake. She soon made her way in to be greeted by the smell of cigarettes and booze. It was busy, busier than normal obviously with a lot of off-world visitors; those who had never been to a drag club in their life stood out like a sore thumb. Krieger was hoping to just walk in and go straight to bar and get a drink but the resident DJ Clarke instantly noticed her and cut the music.

'Everyone, please welcome our favourite hunter Captain Krieger!' Clarke cheerfully yelled in to a microphone. Everybody stopped what they were doing and turned around to look at Krieger who just stood looking slightly sheepish and waving slightly.

'Gee thanks Clarke.' She thought. Soon enough the music had come back on and everybody went back to what they were doing. She managed to get to the bar easily though; the crowd parted like the Red Sea did for Moses so she strolled right through and leant her arm on the counter. A glass half filled with amber liquid magically appeared in front of her.

'I was wondering when you'd show up hun.'

Bab's grinned from behind the bar. She was in full drag tonight, not in her overly glamourous outfits which she reserved for performing but one of her slightly muted ensembles; a low cut leopard print top with a glittery black blazer with the sleeves rolled up, black leather miniskirt, large bejewelled earrings and matching necklace in rich gold and sapphire, all topped off with black and leopard print heels and a staggeringly voluminous auburn wig, styled in an intricate but classic updo. She looked like she was channelling Bet Lynch from Coronation Street.

'Yeah well I'm here now. What's the crack?'

'Nothing much really, already taken double the money that what we usually do on a school night.'

'Any news from the street?' Krieger asked as she took a sip of the drink Bab's had slid over to her. It was her usual, double brandy no ice.

'Nothing yet. It's been eerily quiet.'

Krieger sighed and took a large gulp of her brandy, mopping up a drop that had escaped from the side of her mouth with her thumb. She then reached in to her pocket and pulled out her cigarettes and offered one to Babs before lighting her own, then holding the flame of her lighter to Bab's. Now she looked like Bet Lynch.

'I got my kids keeping an eye out though on the high street, when they can at least they've been busy again from all the tourists.' Bab's added as she took a drag of her smoke.

Bab's owned and ran most of the brothels in the centre of town; catering for all tastes, straight, gay, trans and everything in between. She looked after her employees who she called her "kids" with a vicious ferocity that almost matched Krieger's violent tendencies. Her kids were under the employ of other brothel owners, but when Bab's started making a name and reputation for herself on how she actually cared for the people who worked for her then they all started flocking to her. It made Bab's incredibly unpopular with the other brothel owners who lost all their workers, but then again they were greedy abusers and they deserved what Bab's had dished out to them when they came after her.

Krieger carried on sipping at her Brandy, saying hi to some of the drag queen waitresses who were walking past carrying trays of drinks. She glanced up at the holoscreens randomly dotted about the club that were muted; obviously with music blaring out through the club's speakers instead. GNES was on every single screen, with some of the club's patrons fixated on the footage. Thankfully subtitles were showing up on the screens.

'Where is that, it looks familiar?' Krieger pointed at one of the screens above the bar. Bab's turned around to have a look.

'It kinda looks like it's the south side of the pier near the docks.'

The screen was somewhat dark. It was night time but the street lights illuminated the area enough for the drone that was hovering about capturing footage to make what was going on a bit more visible. There were people running down the street alongside the harbour, it was hard to tell how many but one was definitely chasing the others. As soon as Frank's name appeared on screen, Krieger was pouring the rest of her drink down her neck as quick as she could with the eyes of everyone else in the club fixed firmly on her, waiting to see what she was going to do.

Krieger slammed her glass down on the counter and spun around to find the crowd had yet again parted for her to leave.

'Thanks Bab's, keep my seat warm.'

She ran out to cheers of "good luck!" and "go get 'em!" She would have stopped to say goodbye properly but she didn't have the time and charged out of the club at full speed. The south side of the harbour wasn't that far if she really pushed herself but she absolutely detested running. But there was a huge cash prize waiting for her if she got the most kills but better than that, she could possibly steal a kill off Frank if she got there in time. That spurred her on more than anything. Krieger ran as fast as she could through the dusty, neon lit streets toward the harbour; the smell of the sea becoming more prominent the closer she got. She was getting fed up of running full pelt but carried on regardless even though she was getting sweaty to the point where she could feel it dripping down her back. She could hear noises now along the boardwalk near the beach further on from the harbour. 

Krieger soon came to an abrupt halt when she heard a single gunshot, followed closely by another two in quick succession. She quickly messed about with her holowatch to bring up a live feed of GNES beamed directly to her optical HUD. It showed what looked like Frank, standing over a now dead body waving his arms around and wooping at the top of his voice; the drone that was following him had captured everything. Krieger nearly broke her teeth from clenching them together so tightly out of sheer anger; Frank's name appeared on the Chase leader board with one confirmed kill. What made it worse for Krieger was the fact that it had happened literally just a few hundred yards away from where she was stood.

GNES started replaying Franks kill in slow motion. He'd managed to shoot the serial murderer and rapist Simon Funar in the back, twice but must have missed a third shot. The footage kept repeating as the hosts analysed the kill in great detail, with Funar juddering as the first shot his in his right shoulder and the second just below his right shoulder blade but closer to his spine. Funar's body gave way under its own weight and he collapsed to the ground; blood now starting to seep in to a stonewash denim jacket he was wearing.

Krieger cut off her GNES feed. She hadn't heard from Ronson in a while so she assumed he was probably getting his head down for a few hours. He would most likely be woken by all the hubbub back at the Chase HQ at some point and he'd get in touch with her. Krieger decided she wasn't going to hang around anywhere near Frank in case he found her and started to gloat about his kill. There were now three cons left to find and three hunters left to find them. Krieger told herself she had to step her game up. She wanted to win this stupid contest badly and she wasn't going to let Frank win this year. She turned around and quickly made her way back down to the main street with yet another Chase camera drone following her every move. She'd maybe get some chips and curry sauce on her way then shimmy back up to the safe house she was in earlier and relax for a bit until Ronson started talking in to her brain again. Either that or she'd end up in Bab's place again for another drink.

Krieger decided to call in to the Paradise Chippy at the end of the main street and ordered medium chips and curry and a can of fizzy Vimto from Eddie who owned the place. He was from the same county in England as Krieger and Ronson who were possibly his best customers. Every Friday without fail and when they weren't off planet, they would be in there at six o'clock to get a chippy tea. Chips, mushy peas, curry sauce, gravy and a few steak and kidney puddings; sometimes battered cod when they had it in. Earth fish weren't in abundance yet on New Edo so they rotated cod and haddock whenever they could get it in. Oh and a few cans of Vimto and Dandelion and Burdock. A chippy tea washed down with pop was the best way to ready yourself for a night of drinking.

'On the house Krieger.' Eddie said as he pushed the tray containing her chips and curry in across the counter.

'Dude you sure?' Krieger questioned Eddie who just nodded at her.

'I'll get loads of custom from you just being seen walking out of here, yeah it's on the house.'

'Cheers. I'll be off, give my love to Jane and Lucy I'll check in with yous later.'

'Will do, take care.'

Krieger didn't have time to stay and chat, she just wanted to eat her food and go back to sleep for a few hours before she got back to it. She picked away at her chips slathered in the curry sauce and nearly finished them all along with her Vimto when Ronson started chattering in her head.

'Cas! Mate you gotta get round to the car park at the side of the Solaris club like quick smart. Freddie is tailing a guy right now, there's a bit of a crowd outside.'

Krieger groaned loudly then shoved her chip box and can in to the nearest rubbish bin that was nearly overflowing then set off running back down the main street for what seemed to her for the billionth time that night. She could cut through one of the side streets and get to the Solaris quicker instead of taking the long way round. Krieger charged her way through some of the crowds that were gathering outside the pubs and clubs and still made it to the car park in one piece without being stopped for photos and autographs. She carried on running; several cars and vans surrounded by groups of young people all hanging around drinking and blasting music.

Then an almighty pain hit her, square in the face. Krieger had run up the pavement at the side of the Solaris heading further in to the car park when a massive metal bin lid came out of nowhere and she ran; full pelt, straight in to it. She skidded backwards with the force and landed flat on her back, the impact of the bin lid directly to her face caused her ocular HUD to fritz out then reboot. She soon felt the weight of a body on top of her which was banging down the bin lid repeatedly against her head. The shouts and grunts coming from whoever was smashing this large knobbly disc of galvanised metal against her face was obviously female.

'Toles.' Krieger spluttered out. She'd had enough of running around and being constantly hit in the face; she could feel blood trickling out from her nose now and spreading across her face as she tried to shield herself from the blows. It took a lot to injure her body and skin what with the composition being modified through her nanomachines but it would only last for so long before it all gave way and would need time to repair.

Krieger grabbed the edges of the bin lid as it came down toward her. Using her strength, she quickly managed to wrestle the woman off her and sent her hurtling out on to her back. The woman swiftly regained her composure and shot back round the corner in to a deep set delivery doorway. Krieger got up and wiped her nose on the back of her jacket sleeve and went straight for the con known as Andrea Toles; recalling what it had said on her rap sheet. Twenty eight years old, Canadian. Tried and sent down for the murders of three men in the new galaxy, two of which she had married beforehand and for a further two murders back on Earth. Middle class family upbringing, only child, University graduate in Chemical Engineering and a brown belt in Karate.

'Finally a challenge.' Krieger muttered.

As if on cue a sword swung past her and clanged against the wall beside her. The bitch was armed. A camera drone had been following her around for most of the evening, she was gonna give everyone watching a show.

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