#i figured but now i have to actually believe it

[fictionismyreality3]

Being Ghost’s Wife

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, mentions of sex

Notes: I’m literally so tired so all I could whip up was a hc today. The urge to nap with Simon is eating at my brain whEN IS IT MY TURN

a lot of your relationship was stunted at the start because as soon as he realized he actually loved you he shut you out

but then he got over himself 🙄 and proposed to you 3 months into dating

knows he’s overdue to be seriously injured or killed so he doesn’t want to wait

splurges on a ring the very next day

literally was more terrified to propose to you than he’d ever been for a mission

just randomly said it one night while you were making dinner and he was standing behind you h o v e r i n g

“marry me.” “huh? I mean, yes but Si-” “you’re my wife now.”

changes his contact name in your phone to ‘husband 🖤’ even though technically your still just engaged

the rest of the 141 only finds out by mistake when he forgot to turn his ringer off, you kept bombarding him with texts because you couldn’t figure out how to work the grill he bought you and soap saw about 20 missed messages from ‘wife 🤍’

somehow the whole base knows Lt riley is engaged by the end of the day (soap swears it wasn’t him)

the wedding was small, only your family and the 141 plus Laswell

took the whole ‘fuck on your wedding night’ thing very seriously 🤭

you live a cute little domestic life

after so long not knowing if he was going to live to see the next day, all Simon wants is just to have a little bubble of peace he can protect

uses all his military money that he never bothered with to buy you a big house with a wrap around porch

i fully believe this man will build a deck 🤠

within a year of you being married he already has you knocked up because he ‘doesn’t want to waste any time’

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"Listen." The villain grabbed the hero's arm. "I'm on a tight leash here."

The hero's mouth curled into a smile. "You mind repeating that?"

But the villain was quite serious, although their grip around the hero's forearm loosened.

"They will kill me if anything happens to you, you know that," the villain said.

"Womp womp."

The villain laughed hollowly and stared at the hero in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable."

Their nemesis had always been an incredibly unserious person - and an annoying one - but ever since the villain had been captured and assigned to protect them, it had gotten worse. Somehow, the villain couldn't blame them. The hero was, after all, a secretive person who didn't need any type of surveillance.

"I don't need a bodyguard," the hero said. They bobbed their head confidently. "I am not the best ranked hero in the entire city for nothing."

"Come on, don't be cocky now. I wouldn't be here if the agency actually believed that," the villain said and they meant every word. It was a kind of community service that was meant to reform the villain. Protecting people, watching the hero work - they assumed that was the goal of this entire operation.

However, the hero made it very easy to dislike heroes in general. They had a big mouth, viewed themselves as some kind of saint and (arguably) the worst thing above all: they also looked good while doing it.

The hero let out a big sigh and started stretching, followed by a yawn and a bored expression. It was clear that the hero wanted to fall into the bed of the shared hotel room and sleep until the afternoon.

"Little piece of advice?" They sat down on the bed. "Don't read too much into it. I doubt they know what they are doing themselves."

"They are in charge of internal security, they should know what they are doing."

"You think it's smart to put two nemeses in a hotel room with only one bed?" the hero asked. They wiggled with their eyebrows and all the villain could do was roll their eyes. "This agency is a real shit show and everyone smart enough should stay as far away from them as possible."

"I have no choice in that matter. You die, I die too. They will find a way to blame me. I'm supposed to jump in front of you when people shoot at you. I am nothing more than a human shield."

"Gorgeous human shield."

"I'm flattered," the villain said flatly. They took in a deep breath and let themselves fall next to the hero on the bed. They put their head in their hands and rubbed their face. If the hero continued to be reckless, if they continued to be so stupidly bold, the villain would start to feel the consequences pretty quickly.

"Don't be. I'm merely observing objective beauty."

"Ugh. Fuck off." The villain squeezed their eyes shut. They needed to think. If the agency was experimenting on them, the villain was meant to be the test subject which meant the agency wanted to control them.

The villain knew they had implanted a chip in them which tracked heartbeat and location. The only question now was: how was the agency going to kill them? Was the chip responsible? Was it something else?

"You're worrying so much, no wonder you are always so grumpy." The villain raised their head and before they could answer, the hero's hand was already on their back, delicate fingertips digging into sensitive spots. The villain bit back a moan and pulled back gently.

"Let's not...complicate things."

"Of course not," the hero said. "But honestly, don't break that head of yours trying to figure out their next plan. They won't kill you until absolutely necessary and I am very good at taking care of myself. So unless you are very incompetent - which you are not - you are good for now."

"For now," the villain echoed. They had to admit, the hero's fingertips had felt good on their back. They had never expected the hero to be capable of being serious enough to try comforting the villain. If it even was what they had tried to achieve.

As the villain looked at them, they couldn't help but concentrate on their jawline. On the darker colours of their eyes. Their fingers. Those damn fingers.

The villain hadn't recovered from that quite yet and they started to regret their words. They knew the hero flirted often, but they weren't sure how much of it was boredom and how much was real.

And even if something was to happen tonight, the agency would know about an increased heartbeat in the middle of the night in the shared hotel room.

Which in the worst case, they would interpret as a fight.

But it was more likely that they wouldn't.

The villain bit the inside of their cheek. Shit, they needed to concentrate. The hero always threw them off their game.

"Did they chip you?" the villain asked.

The hero pulled up their sleeve and very suddenly the villain realised that they had never seen this arm naked. And they understood why - the entire forearm was covered in scar tissue.

"The better question is: how many times did they try?" the hero said. They covered their arm quickly again and cocked their head. "The agency learns pretty slowly but they realised eventually I wasn't willing to play any games. When dumb people get a fraction of power, no matter how small, they will abuse it."

The hero had never been this serious before. Not with the villain. And the villain could do nothing but stare as the hero casually told them how much the agency truly sucked.

"It's inevitable. But when it comes down to it, who is stronger? Some written words on a paper or a true superhero? These people are just people and I was sick of listening to someone tell me where to go or what to wear or what to say or whom not to save. I wanted to save as many people as possible. And that's exactly what I am doing now. Without someone monitoring my body or actions."

"And yet, you're with the agency," the villain pointed out.

"I made a deal with them. I will play nice with them in public and in return...they are keeping someone safe for me."

"A lover?"

"I wouldn't share this bed with you if I had a lover. And I wouldn't say the things I say to you," the hero said. They stared at their own hands and the villain saw little scars all over them. Like a messily woven rug. "It's my sibling. Outside of the country, I didn't want them to grow up here. But...yeah. They write me every week."

The hero smiled but they didn't seem to be happy.

"I'm not allowed to write back. Ever. I know it's better that way, but...I know they will forget me eventually."

The villain didn't say anything. They had never thought the hero would tell them something like this. And they had never expected them to go beyond their cocky persona. It was a little more than strange to hear this from someone whose main priority was flirting during battle.

"Maybe it's hypocritical of me. To say all of this and yet I am working with them to protect my sibling and pretend to be on good terms with them, but for my family, I am gladly the sinner. I would become the enemy to protect them."

"That's very admirable," the villain said. And it was. It was impressive. It was horribly understandable, too. "You're very special, I hope you're aware of that. You're a good person."

And now, the villain couldn't really hate them anymore. They couldn't even find a reason to. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

They took in another deep breath and tried for the last time today to think clearly.

"I appreciate that you told me this. But I think it’s late and we both need some res-"

"I know, I know, darling. Take good care of my secret, though. Or I’m afraid I’ll have to kill your pretty ass," the hero said. They pursed their lips.

"You're welcome to try." The villain had to grin.

"Hm, tempting…not right now, though.” They leaned over and traced the villain's collarbone with their index finger. "Or the poor agency will think we are doing worse things than fighting. Those chips are scarily precise when it comes to counting beats per minute."

Great minds and all.

[thezombieprostitute]

The sheriff likes how you always got a pie baking in your window. He likes that every time he sees you, you got your apron on. He likes that you smile and wave at his cruiser. He likes all the way you make him shift in his seat.

The only thing he doesn't like, is that you're not waiting at home for him.

Summary: Lee has regrets to deal with and decisions to make.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Depression, Thoughts of cheating, Unhappy marriage. Please let me know if I missed any!

Lee's made a lot of decisions in his life that he regrets. He'll swear up and down that he had only the best of intentions when he signed up for the police force. When he decided to become sheriff. But no one knows better than him how far his morals have fallen.

But not being your man was the biggest regret of his life.

To become sheriff, he needed financial and social support. The kind he could get from her family. He courted her, got on her father's good side, eventually marrying her. He honestly thought that's all love was, that that was the purpose of a marriage. Now he's got all the resources he needs to keep his position, barring his sister royally fucking things up for him.

But then he met you.

Him and his little family were making an appearance at the local auction to raise money for the church. People brought a bunch of homemade goods and foods. Sometimes it was simply pine cone crafts that really did look pretty. Other times it was Granny Russell's special chicken livers. Lee always thought only an idiot would turn down that specialty.

But then you showed up, with a stack of pies.

You were something to look at, Lee was sure no one could deny that. But you were also so sweet. He was certain your kindness, patience, couldn't be real. No one was that sweet all the time. You were too new to the town for him to really know well, but given how the people who did know you reacted, he could imagine you were worth knowing. He made sure to buy one of the pies you'd brought, intent to use it as an ice breaker. He'd figure out your angle, how you could play so nice.

But when he looked into your eyes, he was a goner.

He's never seen such beautiful, kind eyes. He swears they were sparkling. For the first time in his life, Lee was tongue-tied. His wife had to subtly elbow him in the ribs to stop his staring. He definitely got an earful that night before sleeping on the couch. The entire time you were talking to his wife, his kids, he felt at a loss. Like there was something more to life than status. His wife set him straight, though.

But he kept seeing you around town and the feelings kept coming back.

You were always busy with your baking. Always kind to everyone. Always waving at him and smiling. He feels in his bones that you should be his. That you could give him the actual warmth that storybooks about love had promised. Not the performative care that he and his wife did for each other. You'd genuinely enjoy spending time with him, with the kids. Not complaining about a "life wasted" like his wife.

But cheating or worse, a divorce, would kill his election odds.

Every day he can't be with you hurts him. He takes up drinking to try to ease his misery until his wife dumps all of his bottles, citing the upcoming election. The people aren't gonna vote for an angry drunk. Lee thanks her, honestly thanks her, and it catches her off guard. If he can't have you, he's gonna try to do better by his own wife. Maybe it'll help ease the pain of not having you and your natural sweetness in his life.

But then Hal Carter comes to town.

He's a tramp, everyone knows it. He's a drifter working in different towns as he tries getting to some friends of his further south. He claims to have a college degree but Lee doesn't want to believe it. Hal is young, strong and, according to all the old ladies at the church, very helpful. Everything Lee is not. Hal hasn't stopped showering you with attention, attention Lee knows you deserve.

But it should be Lee making you happy.

Holy wah, that got away from me! This was not supposed to go on so long!

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[bloop-bl00p]

Alastor could have been Native American

Before anyone screams racism, removal of representation, or whatever I redirect you to my post about the Voodoo representation of the show.

→ HERE ←

First thing first, Alastor is not a Wendigo but his cannibalism aspect led to fans believing the contrary, a belief that was pushed further with him being a deer. Wendigoes aren’t related to deer at all, they mostly look like men who are visibly starved and all. The deer thing came from pop culture.

Now you’re gonna ask..

“You’re all for representing properly religion and culture why would you want him to be American Indian if he’s not a proper wendigo?”

He could be a skinwalker with small elements of wendigo.

Here’s a small rewrite

It’s not related to Hell’s Safe Haven, I’ll be doing something different, feel free to take the idea for your oc if you want. But remember, Always do research :)

Why a skinwalker? They are shamans who started as healers but broke taboos from the culture which involve using their ability for harm and curses. If you’re smart then you should see where I’m going with this.

Rather than being an “evil voodoo man” Alastor could have been a shaman who transgressed important rules and became a skinwalker, one of these taboos is murdering a close relative to align with darker powers which pretty much fits for Alastor. Obliviously, you don’t villainize the whole culture, you can still show that shamanism, when not perverted by skinwalkers, can do good. Alastor’s mother could have also been a shaman and went to Heaven.

He could still have been a serial killer, stalking and learning the routine of his victims before killing them. Then he could have died in the snow because hunters noticed his activities in the forest, thanks to their dogs smelling the putrid flesh of the bodies he was carrying around, and then he got shot. Or you can have it that he managed to escape but got lost and had to eat part of the corpse he managed to get with him, but he also had to use their skin to not try and protect himself from the cold in vain partially linking him to Wendigoes.

In Hell, he could have looked like a starved disturbing-looking deer, starved because of wendigos and deer because that’s the animals he favored the most to lure people. In terms of powers, he could have the ability to reproduce people's voices through electronics mainly using radios to do so. A cool detail could be that these voices sound slightly disturbing and fake.

He completely took a more charming and refined aesthetic once in Hell to appeal to and manipulate others more easily. Skinwalkers are described as carrying bones I guess that could help for a possible redesign. Since his appearance is quite scary he could wear a hat to hide his face.

The actual critic

This is really a surface-level thing, it's a first draft based on Wikipedia, but you can’t say that it’s not remotely much more cohesive than whatever Viv is doing with Alastor.

This is something that absolutely frustrates me with the Hellaverse, Viv has very surface-level concepts, and she doesn't do enough research to bring them to their potential. It happens with Voodoo, the Goetia, the Seven Deadly Sins, and the whole pantheon of biblical figures.

What she does is she takes these cool ideas and slaps them onto her oc without much thought.

Take an example with Andrealphus, he teaches math and geometry so one of my first thought is to give me space manipulation. This means he can basically change your location in an enclosed space, turn an entire room around, and twist it to his liking. With his knowledge of maths and geometry, he knows what to do specifically to make you land exactly where he wants which makes him extremely hard to fight inside a house, especially if it’s a big place.

He could also completely reshape the laws of geometry and physics, how funny would it be to see that he lives in a small house, not taking much place but then you go outside and discover it’s basically a whole castle? It’s generic but it makes sense and makes places for lots of interesting scenes for fights or just aesthetics.

Vivziepop chose to give him ice power, for some reason. I mean math isn’t really an attractive notion in terms of supernatural abilities but you can still do something interesting with it. Unless his castle is a geometrical wet dream, I don’t see a possible link between the two. It’s a matter of creativity and the willingness to do research to cultivate it, she doesn't have that.

If you just slap very specific labels (like voodoos) on a character without thinking about how it could work for them and affect the world around them (if voodoo works then the Lwas exists), then not only you are not doing your “job” as a writer but you are just doing it for the aesthetic. It’s not wrong to do if it’s mundane things like saying that one character knows how to speak Latin, but in some cases, you gonna have to be careful about what you write in your stories.

[xenosagaepisodeone]

more on that post from yesterday, I feel as if people who grew up needing to manually learn social rules due to neurodivergence are often susceptible to a kind of cynicism that (ironically) normietypicals don't necessarily subscribe to. it makes sense, once you pick up on the social hierarchy built in to a lot of spaces, it can make social relationships seem transactional and hollow. if you aren't surrounded by people who have your interests/opinions/habits/etc, the only value in fitting in is the emotional experience of being a part of a crowd and how much your "I Am Normal" self-concept is validated. there's also the pride in realizing that you've figured out "the rules" unlike your peers who may not be as socially adept. socializing becomes a game you can "win" in the kind of way you win trivial pursuit, except if the only subject was arbitrary social norms.

i'd say the biggest disservice people do to themselves when contorting themselves this way is losing the ability to recognize that some adults are just unpleasant, not a reflection of the world at large. most of the time when you do a social faux pas, there's normally a way to ameliorate the situation (with the obvious exception of like, exclusive settings, networking or work events where social conduct is part of the package you're selling). if you've internalized heirarchical thinking however, you'll come to believe that you've lost the interaction- that everyone has now seen you for the awkward autist you spend every waking moment repressing. you don't need to do this! people outside of particular circumstances do not see socializing as a game to win. if you keep talking and are kind, understanding and considerate, it's small potatoes- but you need to commit to the bit. other people intuit "the rules", but they aren't actually as committed to most of them as you think (a lot of them don't even fully understand why they exist, they just know it's what you're "supposed" to do). a situation I've observed more than once was someone who had deeply wound themselves around a set of behaviors finding themselves frustratingly confounded when a newcomer with some behavioral quirks was well-accepted by their group. as it turns out, whatever punishment your parents or schools dolled out for your eccentricities don't necessarily carry over to people who are actually compassionate and understanding in the adult world LOL. you poison yourself by believing that hierarchy and being boring is intrinsic to "normal people".

I don't know though, maybe social interactions only work for me in spite of my shortcomings because everyone thinks I'm a pretty princess

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter eight | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter eight!!! the middle picture is supposed to represent sam and jo btw, the picture of jensen is how dean is dressed (yum) and the dress is y/n’s (green to match dean’s eyes hehe). btw i totally made a playlist for them lol. stream star-crossed💫👔💘 now!

word count: 4952 words

warnings: smut!! mdni!!!! p-in-v sex, daddy kink (if it makes you uncomfy i’d suggest swiping off lol), fluff, pillow talk, dean calls y/n a ‘slut’ (during sex)

•August 14th, 2009

Y/N stood next to Jo in the bridal suite, adjusting the veil in her hair and making sure her wedding dress was sitting perfectly. Jo was getting nervous, close to having a meltdown.

Ellen, Jo’s mother, was there too, fussing over the two friends. She was a tough and sassy woman, but she was a total softie when it came to her daughter’s wedding.

Y/N reassured Jo, smoothing a hand over her hair. "You look gorgeous, chick. When you walk down that aisle, Sam is gonna pass out when he sees you." Jo let out a nervous laugh, her hands shaking slightly. "I can't believe I'm actually getting married today."

Ellen smiled warmly, her eyes filling with love for her daughter. "Honey, you've got this. You and Sam were meant to be together." She said gently as Y/N squeezed Jo's hand, offering her a supportive grin. "Listen to your mom. You're about to marry the love of your life, Jo. Just breathe."

The photographer, Karen, popped in, checking to see if the bride was ready yet. "We're almost ready" Y/N answered for Jo, who was still too nervous to speak. Bill, Jo's dad, looked emotional as he walked into the room. He had tears in his eyes as he saw his daughter in her wedding gown. "Oh, sweetheart," he choked out. "You look so beautiful."

The father and daughter never had the best relationship but at the end of the day, she was his babygirl.

Jo turned to face her dad, a mixture of surprise and happiness on her face. "Dad," she said softly. "You came." Bill walked up to Jo, his eyes still watery. "Of course I came. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Y/N and Ellen stepped back to give the father and daughter a moment alone.

Bill put a trembling hand on Jo’s cheek, his voice thick with emotion. "I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but seeing you like this... I’m so proud of you, Jojo."

Jo's eyes filled with tears as well, touched by her dad's words. "Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. "That means a lot to me." Ellen and Y/N exchanged glances, both surprised but pleased by the touching moment between Jo and Bill.

The sound of a knock on the door interrupted the moment, and everyone turned to see who it was. The door slowly opened, and Dean's head peeked through.

"Hey, am I allowed in here or is this strictly a girl party?" He asked, a dashing smile spreading across his face as stood in the doorway of the bridal suite, a dashing smile on his face as he covered his eyes with one hand.

Bill chuckled heartily at Dean's question, breaking the emotional tension in the room. "Nah, come on in, kid." He said, patting him on the shoulder as Dean walked into the suite, uncovering his eyes.

His gaze immediately fell on Y/N, the olive green satin floor length dress was a sight for sore eyes on her. As maid of honor, her dress was an off shoulder, sleeveless with a slit to the side, pleated perfectly to show off her form.

Meanwhile the other bridesmaids (some of Jo’s friends from highschool who left Jo and Y/N to have their own time together in the club) wore simple floor length thin strap olive green dresses, all looking equally beautiful. They were all currently waiting on the beach with Sam’s groomsmen.

Dean’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. "Damn, doll. You look fantastic." His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every detail. Y/N blushed slightly under his gaze, trying to hide her reaction to him. She playfully swatted his arm. "You don't look too shabby yourself, Mr. Smith." She teased, eyeing his tuxedo.

The room was buzzing with excitement as everyone prepared for the ceremony. Karen, the photographer, was taking last minute photos of the bride and the bridal party.

Ellen was fussing over Jo, making sure every hair was in place, while Bill stood to the side, watching his daughter with a proud smile.

"Sorry to break up the melodrama but we’re all set downstairs. It's showtime." Dean finally breathed out after tearing his eyes away from Y/N. She smiled as she drank in his appearance.

His hair slicked back as per usual but the navy blue suit and tie he was sporting made his eyes pop. She always found him insanely attractive in a suit.

Jo let out a shaky breath. "Okay, I'm ready." Ellen took one more glance at her daughter, making sure everything was flawless. Then she squeezed Jo's hand reassuringly. "Deep breaths, honey. You can do this."

Y/N stepped forward, straightening out her dress with her hands before linking her arm with Jo's. "C'mon, let's go get you hitched."

-

As they made their way downstairs, Dean fell in line next to Y/N. He looked down at her with a soft smile, his eyes roaming over her again. The ceremony was taking place on the beach, the waves gently crashing in the background. The sand was set up with an aisle runner lined with white rose petals.

Sam and his groomsmen were already standing in their places at the makeshift altar, the sun setting behind them.

His eyes immediately landed on Jo as Bill replaced Y/N, linking his arm in his daughters. Y/N places two fingers into her mouth to let out a loud whistle, signaling for the orchestra to start the melody for Bill to walk Jo down the aisle as Dean and Ellen take their seats at the front of the crowd.

Y/N crouched down, lifting the long floor length white lace veil up that was attached to Jo’s elegant dress. As Jo began walking down the aisle on her father's arm, Sam's face lit up with a mixture of joy and awe. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Sam Wesson didn’t stop the tears from streaming down his face as his beautiful teary eyed bride made her way down the aisle towards him. The music played softly, the sound of the waves providing a soothing background noise.

His eyes were glued to her every movement. He had a stupid grin on his face, like he couldn't believe he was there, on the beach with his bride-to-be.

Bill finally let his daughter's hand go, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Knock his socks off kiddo” He muttered to her tearfully. “I love you, daddy” Jo had to hold back her tears in order to not ruin her makeup. Bill blew Jo a kiss before settling next to Ellen as Y/N stood off to the side with the other bridesmaids, watching with a smile on her face as Jo approached the altar.

She could see the love and emotion in both Sam's and Jo's eyes, and it made her heart flutter a bit.

Ash, one of Jo’s long time childhood friends who was like a brother to her, smiled widely as Jo and Sam stood facing one another, taking their hands in one another. He agreed to officiate the wedding for him, even though his certificate was bought online. Jo wanted him to be the one to officiate it.

“You look stunning, angel” Sam sobbed, not able to tear his eyes away from Jo. Jo let out a watery laugh. "You're the one who looks handsome, Sammy." She said, her voice shaky with emotion as she took in his appearance.

Ash smiled at the couple’s affection for one another, before beginning with the ceremony. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Samuel and Joanna in holy matrimony.” In a slightly overly exaggerated tone, earning chuckles from the crowd.

He paused, looking out at the crowd of friends and family that had gathered to witness the ceremony. “Marriage is a beautiful gift, a sacred bond between two souls who have chosen to spend their lives together. It is a promise to stand by each other through joy and sorrow, to support and encourage one another, and to grow in love and faith throughout their lives."

As Ash continued with the ceremony, Y/N stole glances at Dean who was sitting a few feet away. He was completely immersed in the ceremony, his eyes fixed on the altar. Every now and then their eyes would meet, and a brief smile would cross his lips.

Jo and Sam looked lost in their own world as the priest spoke on. Their fingers were intertwined, and they continued to stare at one another with tears streaming down their faces.

The second she saw the tears on Jo’s face, the maid of honor pulled out the folding hand fan she had tucked away between her bosom. Storing it there just for this moment because she knew her best friend all too well, Jo was definitely going to cry even though she didn’t want to ruin her makeup.

When Jo felt the breeze from the fan that Y/N was waving near her face, smiled through her tears and mouthed ‘thanks chick’ to her best friend. Y/N mouthed, back a quick, ‘you’re welcome’ before handing Jo a tissue she had crunched up in her hand. Jo used the fan to dab the tears underneath her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup.

Sam chuckled heartily when he saw the fan in Y/N’s hands. He knew Jo’s makeup was probably done for, but to him it didn’t matter. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Some of the guests giggled at the display of care from Y/N to Jo, the bride trying to fix her makeup, while others let out an “awww” at the sight. Bill and Ellen were watching with fond expressions, proud smiles on their faces.

Ash turned to Sam. "Samuel, do you take Joanna to be your beloved wife? Will you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, through the best and the worst, for as long as you shall live?"

Sam, with tears in his eyes, spoke his vows, his voice cracking slightly. "I do, absolutely. I promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her with every ounce of my being, for the rest of our lives."

“Yeah, you better buddy” Ash muttered, playfully glaring at Sam, slicking back his mullet as the crowd erupted in laughter again at his joke. Sam rolled his eyes, scoffing as he shook his head in amusement.

Jo, still using the napkin that Y/N had given her, blushed at Sam's heartfelt words and Ash’s comment, giggling into her hand and shaking her head, “Go on with it, Ash” Jo huffed. Ash turned to her, “Alright, alright..” He cleared his throat dramatically.

"And Joanna, do you take Samuel to be your beloved husband? Will you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him through the best and the worst, for as long as you shall live?"

“You’re darn tootin’ I do,” Jo answered, her voice choked with emotion as she struggled to hold back more tears. “I promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him with all of my heart, for the rest of my life.”

The guests in the crowd let out another wave of “awwws” mixed with laughter as the bride used the tissue to dab her eyes again and Y/N remained fanning her.

Ash smiled at the bride and groom's heartfelt responses. “Samuel and Joanna, you have expressed your love and commitment to each other through your words and now, it is time to seal your union with a symbol of your commitment."

He turned to Billy, signaling for him to bring forth the wedding rings. Billy stepped up from beside Sam as one of his groomsmen and handed Ash the two gold bands and then stepped back to his spot, resuming her position.

Ash gestured to Sam, "Sam, take Joanna's hand and repeat after me." Sam gently took Jo’s hand, his gaze unwavering as he repeated the priest’s words, his voice strong and clear. "I, Samuel, give thee Joanna this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love and commitment to you. I promise to cherish, honor and support you, through good times and bad, for all of our days together." He gently slid the ring onto Jo’s trembling finger before looking up at her with a soft smile.

Ash then turned to Jo. "Now Joanna, take Samuel’s hand and repeat after me."

Jo took Sam's hand and looked up at him with tearful, glowing eyes as she repeated the priest's words. “I, Joanna, give thee Samuel this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love and commitment to you. I promise to cherish, honor and support you, through good times and bad, for all of our days together." She slipped the ring on Sam’s finger, their hands still grasped together tightly.

Ash smiled warmly at the couple, touched by their heartfelt vows. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sam didn't waste a second. He threw his arms around Jo and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The guests cheered and clapped their approval. Y/N quickly pulled Ash out of the way so the photographer, Karen, could snap pictures like crazy.

Y/N cheered unabashedly for her best friends, a wide grin on her face as she clapped her hands together. “Woo! Go Sam and Jo! Yeahhhh Mr. and Mrs. Wesson!!” She yelled happily, not caring how much attention she was drawing to herself.

Dean chuckled as he watched her, loving the fact that she wasn't afraid to show her enthusiasm. Once the enthusiastic applause and cheers died down, Ash announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Wesson!" The crowd once again erupted into applause and cheers.

Sam took Jo's hand, their fingers lacing together as they smiled at the guests and began walking down the aisle. Y/N followed behind them, tossing the flower petals into the air, with all the other bridesmaids doing the same.

The party was in full swing, the wedding festivities had begun. The bridal party was mingling and everyone was having a good time.

Y/N, standing with Jo and other bridesmaids, was sipping flutes of champagne. Meanwhile, Dean was off to the side, engaged in conversation with Sam and Billy, the three laughing as they shared a drink.

Billy said something that made the three of them laugh heartily. Dean chuckled, his head thrown back in laughter. He patted Billy on the back heartily, his expression carefree and cheerful.

‘Fantasy’ by Mariah Carey started humming through the speakers, the DJ turning up the music to set the dancing in motion. The song erupted squeals from Jo and Y/N. "Oh my God, I LOVE this song!" Jo exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. "Come on, chick! Let's dance!"

Y/N laughed as Jo led her onto the dance floor, and a few of the other bridesmaids followed their lead. They began dancing to the beat, lost in the music and moment.

“Oh, when you walk by everynight. Talking sweet and look-in-fine. I get kind of hectic insideeeee. Mmm, baby, I'm so into-you. Darling, if you only-knew. All the things that flow through my minddddd”

On the other side of the room, Dean had been watching the girls dance and sing along together, a small smile on his face. He chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. Billy noticed Dean’s gaze trapped on his sister, a small smirk spreading on his lips. He gave Dean a small nudge with his elbow, “Go dance with her man” He encouraged Dean.

Dean was slightly startled at Billy’s nudge, but he quickly regained his composure. He chuckled lightly and shook his head, trying to play it cool. “Nah man, I’m good. I’m not really a dancing kind of guy.” The teenager rolled his eyes at Dean, “Dude, do I have to squeal and haul your ass on there like Jo? Go!”

Billy demanded, shoving Dean. He chuckled at Billy’s insistence, stumbling a bit. “Alright, bud, I’m going," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. He took a final swig of his drink before setting the empty glass on a nearby table. Dean ruffled Billy’s hair before making his way onto the dancefloor.

He weaved through the crowd, his eyes locked on Y/N and Jo. They were in the middle of the floor, surrounded by other couples and dancers. Their backs were to him, and he approached them from behind.

Dean hovered behind Y/N for a few moments before finally touching her gently on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" he said in a tone that was both amused and cheeky. Jo shook her head eagerly, “Go on, I’m gonna go find Sam” She smiled, pushing Y/N gently into Dean before padding across the hall and making her way to her husband.

Y/N felt herself being pushed and stumbled slightly, letting out a small, surprised gasp as she was propelled towards Dean. He caught her in his arms, his hands firm but gentle on her waist. They were now standing face to face, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "You okay there, beautiful?" he teased, a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“I’m great, handsome” Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Swaying slightly to the upbeat music.

His hands on her hips, their bodies flush against one another. “That green dress is... exquisite on you," he complimented, his eyes roaming over her body, admiring it a little too much, not that she minded. “Thank you” She had to bite her lip to stop a girlish giggle from leaving her throat. “I like the green…it matches your eyes” She replied cheekily.

His gaze flicked up to her lips as she bit down, and his fingers tightened their grip on her hips ever so slightly. "Oh yeah?" He teased. "You like my eyes, huh?" She shrugged with feign nonchalance but her smile gave it away. “I have a weakness for pretty boys with nice eyes” She retorted in a skittish tone.

He leaned in close, his lips almost touching her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "And I have a weakness for beautiful women in pretty dresses." He purred, his voice low and sexy.

Yup, that’ll do it.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes went to Sam and Jo who were now dancing as husband and wife on the crowded dance floor and then to Billy, who seemed very indulged in a conversation with one of Jo’s teenage cousins, Ciara.

“Come on, let’s get out of here” She almost moaned into his ear, grasping his hand on hers before guiding him out of the hall. He raised an eyebrow at her request, not needing to be told twice. He allowed her to lead him out of the bustling hall, their fingers intertwined.

"Is that a suggestion? Or a demand?" He teased, feigning reluctance. But his hand gripped hers more tightly and followed as she led him out of the party.

Now back up in their room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, Dean grabbed Y/N and pushed her up against it, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss. Clothes hit the floor haphazardly as they tore at each other, desperate to feel skin on skin.

Dean lifted a now fully naked Y/N effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist before tossing her on the bed, his body falling downwards with hers. "Fuck, doll, I need you," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip and suck at her neck as he hovered over her.

Y/N grounded her hips against his from below, urging him on. "Then take me," she panted, reaching between them to stroke his cock.

A low groan escaped from deep within Dean's chest as Y/N's fingers wrapped around him. “Yes, ma’am” He thrust into her grasp, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "God damn..." he muttered under his breath, a shudder running through his large frame.

His mouth found hers once again, this time with a ferocity that matched the fire burning inside him. His tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers in a passionate dance as his hands roamed over every inch of exposed flesh.

With deft movements, Dean positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock before slowly sinking into her warmth. A loud moan filled the air as he buried himself completely within her tight walls, stretching her deliciously.

"Fucking hell..." he breathed out, his eyes rolling back momentarily as he savored the sensation. A gasp left Y/N's lips as she felt Dean slide into her, filling her completely. Her nails dug into his back, urging him deeper still. "More," she pleaded softly, arching her back off the bed to meet his thrusts.

The friction of their bodies colliding sent sparks flying throughout her entire being. Each thrust hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her inner walls clenched around him instinctively, milking him for more.

"Mmm... just like that daddy," she murmured, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The sound of Y/N calling him 'daddy' sent a surge of arousal straight to Dean's already throbbing cock. It was like a trigger, causing him to lose any semblance of control he might've had left. He pulled out slowly until only the tip remained inside her before slamming back into her with force. "Fuck, yes. Take that cock" he hissed, delighting in how perfectly she fit around him.

His hands moved to grab her hips, lifting them slightly to angle her body just right for each powerful thrust. "You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice going up an octave, punctuating his question with another hard push.

Each movement sent tremors rippling through his muscles as he worked tirelessly to satisfy them both. His pace quickened, driven by the sounds coming from Y/N, heavy desperate moans, pleas for more, that spurred him onward.

The intense pleasure was almost unbearable. Y/N could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All she knew was the feeling of Dean's thick cock pounding into her, stretching her in ways no other ever had or will ever again.

"Oh god yes!" she cried out again, louder this time, her voice laced with pure desire. Her pussy clamped down on him even tighter, eager for more of what he was giving her.

Her own hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his muscular torso, feeling every ripple beneath his smooth skin. She loved how strong he was, how easily he handled her weight with such ease.

She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting him even deeper inside her. "Please... don't stop," she begged breathlessly. The sound of Y/N calling out to him, begging for more, was like music to Dean's ears.

He picked up speed, each thrust becoming harder and faster than the last. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued to pound into her with reckless abandon. "You're so fucking tight," he whined, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.

His hand slid down between their joined bodies, seeking out her clit. When he found it, he rubbed circles around it mercilessly while maintaining his relentless pace. "You wanna cum for me baby?"

Before she could answer, Dean rolled them over so Y/N was now straddling him. A little yelp left her lips at the sudden change of movement but her hands were the barrier to stable herself, grasping his shoulder. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she started riding him. The sight of her bouncing on his lap, tits bouncing freely, made his cock twitch inside her.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, ride my cock baby," he growled, squeezing her ass cheeks as she gyrated her hips. The wet squelching noises of their joining echoed loudly in the room. Dean threw his head back, reveling in the delicious sensations.

"You look so sexy like this, taking what you need," he praised huskily. His thumb circled her sensitive clit as she continued grinding down onto him. His nasty mouth never failed to spur her on, Y/N cried out, her hands leaving his shoulder to bury her fingers in her own hair, bouncing frantically on top of Dean. “Fuckkkk, Deannnnn!!”

Y/N started to grind herself down on him, her pussy dripping with need. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a rough, needy kiss. As Y/N kissed him hungrily, Dean returned it with equal fervor. His hands moved from her hips to grip her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of his cock disappearing into her tight cunt in the mirror at the edge of the bed.

“You like it when I ride your cock like this, daddy?” She murmured against his lips, her voice going up an octave. Y/N swirled her hips tantalizingly. "Fuck yes, baby," he groaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock throbbed inside her.

Y/N rocked her hips back and forth, riding Dean's cock hard. She could feel him hitting all the right spots inside her. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God...I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, now gripping both her breasts, her inner walls fluttering around him as her head tilted back.

Feeling Y/N start to tighten around him was like the final straw for Dean. "Cum for me, doll," he urged, his voice strained with pleasure. He reached up to pinch one of her nipples, twisting it roughly as he continued to pump into her.

"Fuck, you're so close aren't ya?" he grunted, feeling his own orgasm building rapidly. His hips snapped upwards into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust.

Without breaking contact, Dean flipped them over, pinning Y/N beneath him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half as he drove into her. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper.

"Yes, fuck! Right there!" she cried out, her nails raking down his back. The pain mixed with pleasure only spurred him on further. He could feel her tightening around him, signaling her impending release.

"That's it, take my cock," he panted heavily, sweat dripping down his face as he pistoned in and out of her slick heat. His balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust.

Y/N was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the feeling of Dean's cock stretching her open. She could feel every ridge and vein rubbing deliciously against her sensitive walls.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her eyes rolled back as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me like a slut" she whimpered, her toes curling at the intensity of it all. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Just a few more thrusts and she would surely shatter.

With each word that came out of Y/N's mouth, Dean felt himself getting closer to the edge. The way she called him 'daddy', begging for more...it was intoxicating.

"Fuck yeah, you're my dirty little slut," he snarled, his thrusts growing even more erratic. His cock pulsed inside her, signaling his imminent release.

The dirty talk pushed Dean over the edge. "That's it, cum for daddy," he groaned, feeling her tight sopping cunt start to flutter around him. He increased his pace, fucking her wildly with no mercy.

He watched as her body tensed underneath him, her climax washing over her in powerful waves. Y/N losing control under him was too much for Dean to handle. With a few more deep thrusts, he came undone inside her, filling her with hot seed as he yelled out her name.

Y/N collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Her whole body was trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She could feel Dean's warm cum leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs.

"That was….fuck," she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at him, a satisfied smile on her face.

Dean pulled out of her slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a lewd pop. He flopped down beside her, throwing an arm across her stomach. "Damn straight it was," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple.

With a tired sigh, Dean collapsed onto the bed next to Y/N, pulling her into his arms. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"I love you, beautiful," he murmured, brushing some stray hairs away from her face. "I love you more, handsome." She murmured back with a small yawn. His hand wandered down to her belly button, circling it lightly before resting on her lower abdomen.

He kissed her forehead gently before beginning to pepper his girl’s face with kisses. Making her erupt in a fit of giggles.

[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter two

babydoll ari abdul

❝Oh, Father, forgive me for all my sins

When I meet your eyes, the Devil, he wins

Blinded by your lies, but I play pretend❞

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"We're going to miss you so much sweetheart," Your mom hugs you tightly, tearing up a bit.

"Call us if you need anything at all, sweet pea." Your dad says, giving you a sad smile over your mom's shoulder.

"I will, I promise. I love you guys so much." You tried keeping the tears at bay because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop. They had packed everything you'd need into your small car and then, of course, sent you with extra money for the things they couldn't fit.

You were going to live with Kuroo in an apartment so surely there should be basic things like a refrigerator or microwave?

"Be safe, sweetie." Your mom said as you were leaving out of the door. You could only nod and wave bye, you'd never left home on your own like this before, so it put you through quite a few emotions.

You hadn't mentioned the part about Kuroo's roommate, Kenma, yet to your parents. They trusted you under Kuroo's care as if you were still a child.

Starting the drive to the town you would be spending the next few years in made you a little nervous. You decided to hook up your playlist and play some of your favorite songs to help with the nerves.

You had also wondered if you would ever see that strange man again, maybe that would be your first ever attempt at romance. Never being in a romantic relationship before meant that you relied on fictional characters from books to fulfill that part of your brain.

You just hoped that Kuroo wouldn't snoop to your bookcase that would be put up in your room to hold all of your books like trophies.

In the time that you had been driving and spacing out to the music, you had magically appeared in the town you kind of remembered.

Quickly, you called Kuroo because he didn't even give you the address to the apartment you would be staying at yet.

"Hey, I'm in town now. Could you send me the address?" You asked into the phone call connected to your car's radio.

"Uh, yeah sure," Maybe a minute went by. "There you go. I'll go let Kenma know you're on the way here, little one. See you in a bit."

Whilst you were trying to figure out the weird directions to get to the damn apartment, Kuroo was trying to get Kenma to come out of his room.

"Kenma, she's on her way now. Make sure you're nice to her, just what I had spoken with you about a couple days ago." Kuroo reminded Kenma, leaning on his door frame.

Kenma had been still trying to sleep even though it was almost 11:40am. That's always a tell-tale sign that he was up late on one of his many consoles or editing his Youtube channel.

"Kenma." Kuroo called once again.

Something stirred within the pile of blankets on Kenma's king-sized bed. Then a grunt was heard and Kuroo decided that it was enough for him, he'd have to actually say it again when Kenma would be up later. Kuroo shut his door and sighed, hoping this would go great for everyone involved.

Soon after, you sent him a text message saying you believe you had gotten to the apartment.

Kuroo came jogging down the apartment stairs to meet you exiting your car.

"Hey, little one. Was the drive okay? You need some help getting all that up the stairs?" He asked, giving you a hug. He'd be mindful of your feelings later when you've settled in so you can spill about your sentiments of being here, like you used to.

"Hey, yeah the drive was fine. Nothing but a bit of music and singing can't help," You chuckled and broke the hug.

"And yeah, it would be great if you could help me." You eyed your car, the backseat seemed to have been spilling through the windows based on everything your parents had insisted on packing.

"They sure do love you; you know that?" He mentioned opening your trunk so he could start with whatever is back there first.

You swallowed your feelings, "Yeah, I know. Let's get this stuff hauled in there." You said, changing the subject so you didn't have to think about that right now.

"I've taken the liberty to give you a queen-sized bed. I assume that you would bring your own sheets because I know you like particular 'aesthetics'." He made finger quotes around the word but that didn't take away how thoughtful it was of him.

"You didn't have to; I could've bought my own and put it together. I'm a manly man, you know?" You joked, enjoying the nice moment between you two.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say." He grunted, hauling a box over his shoulder up to the apartment. After a couple trips, he told you he'd get the rest and lock your car for you so you could get things organized in your new room without being overwhelmed.

Heeding his instructions, you got to work.

By the time you were done, your room kind of resembled the one at home but this one spoke to you in a way that one never did. It signaled a new era for you – a new you.

Your bookshelf stood tall and proud with plenty of colorful books on it. Your bed had a pink and white theme, a fluffy rug in the middle of your hard wooden floor, and a door mirror were your favorite touches so far.

The apartment itself wasn't so bad. You didn't really get to take a look at it due to unpacking but you definitely wanted to now. Exiting your room, you find the bathroom and you guess the bedrooms where Kuroo and Kenma sleep.

The kitchen wasn't spacious, but it wasn't crowded either. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Kuroo probably meticulously placed the barstools and counter items like the tea, coffee, and toaster machines in specific places.

He was such a geek sometimes.

You looked through the cabinets and tried to stick everything to memory of its place. You, however, brought some of your own favorite dishware that had cute pink ribbons imprinted on the glass. You definitely were going to make your presence known with that.

That happened a lot more throughout the apartment too. Your little decor items like a specific throw blanket and pillow on the couch just for you. Small decorations on shelves here and there. Your toothpaste and toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.

You were popping up everywhere in their lives. In his life. And for some reason, it got under his skin. Even covering his head with a pillow, Kenma could still hear you bustling about in the apartment, talking to yourself about where something should go.

You'd occasionally ask Kuroo, and he'd just say, "Whenever you want to put it is fine with me, little one." Not taking into account Kenma's thoughts and that kind of pissed him off.

Not that it was his fault anyways. It's not like he got out of bed to say hi and greet you. Or it's not like he's pretending to be asleep so he doesn't have to conversate with you.

Kenma doesn't know why exactly you're getting under his skin so much, but it bothers him. It bothers him so deeply.

"Want to come with me to help you set everything up for school? I can show you the main buildings and once you get your class schedule, I'll tour the buildings with you, so you won't be late on your first day?" Kuroo's offer lit your eyes up.

Afterall, you were here because you wanted your degree, so obviously you're excited about classes and school.

"Yes, yes, yes. That'd be amazing. Just let me grab a jacket and I will. I saw something about it possibly raining later." You called out to him, fast walking to your room to get a zip-up you had on earlier.

You heard Kuroo walk back into the hall, and you thought he was going to get on to you for taking forever as you looked at your outfit into the mirror of your door. But that wasn't the case.

A knock was sounded, but it wasn't on your door. It was his.

"Kenma, want to come with us? We're going to go view the fall semester classes." Kuroo said through the door to Kenma's room.

You even stopped breathing to hear him.

You'd see the picture frames on the walls and here and there on the shelves from their high school days but there wasn't a current one of Kenma out. And even in those pictures, he was always looking away or face not closely in the picture. That in itself had made you curious too.

“Too tired.” Was all that was spoken but it still had an effect on you. Even though it was muffled through walls too. It was slightly becoming a bit more than curiosity at this point. But then again, you kind of had gotten a bit sad that he wouldn’t be tagging along.

You’d be living with a man you don’t even know, and he was too tired to go look at fall semester classes? Interesting. 

“Alright, well little one, let’s get this show on the road then.” Kuroo called for you and you opened your door.

“Okay!” You shoved that weird Kenma thought to the back of your brain and went ahead with Kuroo to enjoy how you guys would be spending the rest of your day. 

. . . 

Just like that, two entire weeks of school passed by. And yet, not even once within those fourteen days of school did Kenma take any invite from you.

You remembered how he turned you down multiple times. One day you had softly knocked on Kenma’s door, hoping for him to answer.

“Hey, want to come study with Kuroo and I? I thin-"

"Leave me alone." Kenma's annoyed, muffled voice cut you off and gave you the answer you needed. You purse your lips, hoping you haven't done anything to upset your roommate. Although that isn't even one of the possibilities for you haven't even been in the same room for longer than five minutes max.

Another encounter was when you had gotten home with Kuroo, and you guys decided to get takeout which was aka Mexican – your favorite. You had found Kenma sitting on the couch in the living room scrolling on his phone.

It was as if he could sense you looking at him, he quickly got up and headed straight for his room.

"Hey, wait. I wanted to know if you wanted to add to our order. We're getting Mexican food for dinner tonight." You spoke hopeful, keeping your voice light the entire time. You desperately wanted to connect with your roommate, even if it seemed that he hated you – your mere presence.

However, he had other thoughts as he passed you with a gruff scoff, "Mexican makes me sick."

Just a few words hurt your feelings more than you'd like to even admit. You weren't used to this type of rejection when you had been nothing but cordial.

One fateful day after class, you decided you really needed a study session with Kuroo to boost your spirits. You didn't want to feel so down with it only being the second –almost third– week of college.

"Of course, anything for you. I'm going to invite Kenma; he needs it too." Kuroo said, without thinking. You hadn't confided in Kuroo about how you think Kenma absolutely hates your guts. Every time you try, you just keep thinking maybe there is something you're missing that is making him behave this way towards you.

"Oh... yeah, that's a good idea." You tried to support it, but you were riddled with anxiousness.

Your nerves got even worse when Kuroo had stated that Kenma, begrudgingly, would meet up with you guys. Only to which you then mustered half a smile, knowing that the next few hours would be more stressful than the coursework itself.

You stood at the small cafe that was built into the university's library, you stared at the menu hoping that your memory would be able to recall what Kuroo had always ordered.

On the off chance that you and Tetsu come here to study or get a breather, you always forget what he orders. On the other hand, Kuroo has mentioned what Kenma gets every single time and now that is the only thing that has burned itself into your memory.

A fucking oat milk latte loaded with any sort of sweet syrup.

You'd been secretly watching Kenma when he drinks them, seeing which kind of syrup he favors more. You're not exceptionally sure why you've been doing this either. However, the vanilla and caramel he seemed to like the best, so you asked to add both of those syrups into his latte.

Then, you made sure to send Kuroo a quick text, asking what his order was again – hopefully it just gets blamed on your apparent forgetfulness.

'Iced coffee with a splash of sweet cream' He had texted back, which honestly seemed very basic.

With a drink carrier, you carefully made your way to the study table that soon had everyone's laptops, notebooks, and pens out.

"Thank you, little one." Kuroo said, hastily taking his bland iced coffee from the brown, recyclable drink carrier.

Kenma's sharp golden eyes peered upward at you, causing you to gulp. He took his coffee without so much as uttering a word as Kuroo got to work. You had pretended to type notes for your art class and secretly peered up to see the slightly upward turn of Kenma's lips.

You felt satisfactory with your decision.

After a few hours of studying, you couldn't help that your eyes kept drifting to Kenma. Kuroo had gone to the bathroom and your coursework was definitely not on your mind. You breathed in as you took in his entire form across the study table from you.

Kenma's medium length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his brown roots showing more so since they've grown out quite a bit from the starch contrast of the blond hair dye. A few strands of hair had framed his sharp angled face, he seemed extremely concentrated on whatever he was reading at the moment.

Your eyes moved downwards, taking in his frame and clothes. They were the most basic, as expected from someone who didn't really care what outfit he wore. A tee with graphics on it and black sweatpants.

Noticing more, his laptop had one of those light up keyboards that you kind of wanted to run your hands across for fun. If you focused on just him, you could slightly smell the scent of cinnamon apples coming off of it. It felt intoxicating to say the least, making you feel the slightest bit of light-headedness.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly shut his laptop hard.

"Done studying?" You asked curiously, trying to pretend that there isn't a weird flutter in your stomach nor that you basically were ogling him either.

"Why does it matter? It's not like you're doing any studying with the way you've staring holes into me." He sneered at you, and you couldn't help the faint dust of blush that coated your cheeks.

"I was spacing out, sorry." You muttered, only focusing your attention on the brightly lit laptop screen, not the way you feel embarrassed for the emotions that coursed through your veins when you thought of your roommate – who hated you, you had to remind yourself.

When in the hell was Kuroo coming back from the bathroom to save you from this?

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

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🫧 enhypen reaction - you have a hidden tattoo 🫧

pairing: boyf!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: suggestive (sunghoon, jake, sunoo), fluff

warnings: newly established relationship, enha see your body, physical affection, pet names

𓆉 heeseung

“where is it?” heeseung probed, teasingly. his hands tickled at your sides before moving to your stomach, making you get slightly mad.

“stop it,” you swatted his hands away, “it’s not there.”

his smile faded apologetically. “sorry, i just got a bit excited, i didn’t even realise you had a tattoo!” his voice gained momentum as he spoke, clearly getting more excited about the idea again.

“it’s not that exciting, honestly,” you turned to show him the tattoo on your back.

he read it quicker than you expected him to, giving him time to snake his arms around you and kiss your cheek from behind, “art is long, life is short,” he recites, “and yet none of it is as gorgeous as you.”

𓆉 jay

“i literally had no idea that you could speak japanese?” he looked at you puzzled, wondering how he managed to overlook that cool fact.

“yeah, i even have a tattoo in japanese,” your tone suggesting he should’ve seen it before.

“y/n, believe me the last thing im looking for is tattoos when i see you,” he admitted, “but now im curious.” he rocked back on his chair, expecting you to simply roll up your sleeve or show him your ankle.

you looked out of the window of jay’s studio to ensure that there was no passers by before pulling the hem and turning around. “my lower back, can you see it?”

“mhm,” he leaned closer to see what it said, “muse? well, i’m glad that you know.” you turned back around and found yourself suddenly in his arms, “my muse.”

𓆉 sunghoon

“sorry that we have to share a bed,” your lips tugged to one side of your face guiltily.

“babe, it’s okay,” he lay in the middle of your single bed, “you can lie on top of me if there’s no room,” he smiled to you cheekily, not expecting you to actually climb on top of him.

“isn’t it funny how you have wardrobes full of clothes,” his hands rested at your sides, “yet you still HAVE to wear my shirt?” his fingers moved slightly, tickling you, causing your arms to flare around and his shirt to raise, exposing your thighs.

“hm what’s this? it’s beautiful,” his thumb held the shirt just high enough to still see your upper thigh, right where your tattoo sat. you blushed, giggling for lack of a better response.

his arms wrapped around you, his hands meeting at your back to pull you in closer and tighter, “you’re beautiful.”

𓆉 jake

as soon as jake mentioned going to the beach on the sunniest day of the year, you knew you had to find your cutest swimwear. you slipped it on under some loose fitting clothes and headed to the beach, where you met with him and a few friends.

“i laid you a towel down, i knew you’d forget to bring one,” he laughed, noting your almost empty beach bag. “come on, let’s get to the ocean!”

you hurriedly took off the outer clothing, revealing more of your body than jake had seen yet. he tried to hide a smile but ultimately failed, turning into a chuckle as he muffled out a compliment. “damn! look at you.” he took in your figure before his eyes landed on it.

“is it basic?” the question slipped out before he could even say anything, but you were relieved when he shook his head in response.

“it’s hot,” his teeth pulled at his bottom teeth, preventing him from saying more, but it wasn’t quite enough as he rolled his eyes, “fuck, you drive me crazy, baby.”

𓆉 sunoo

“honestly, it’s fine, you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “i’ll just get changed here.” you spun your arms around his room, as if to suggest there was plenty of room to do so.

he nodded, attempting to look away as you lifted your shirt over your head, but he just couldn’t.

“oh wait, y/n, what’s this?” he stood from his desk chair. his thumb rubbed at your waistline, right over your tattoo.

“it won’t come off, sunoo,” you laughed, taking his hand away to reveal a small moon and singular star.

“oh my gosh, it’s so pretty, i never knew you had a tattoo here?!” his hand ripped from your grasp and went to touch it again, sending a hot flush through your body. noting your reaction, sunoo’s palm covered your tattoo, pulling you in closer to him.

“you should show me what other secrets you have,” he whispered against your lips.

𓆉 jungwon

you lay with your torso to your bed, jungwon rubbing his hands together across the other side of the room.

“just the top of my back, it’s so painful, i don’t know what i’ve done!” you tell him.

“okay, i’ll get my best masseur hands on then,” he walked over to you, a little too excitedly. the minute is hands touched you, you could feel the tension escaping. the relief was instant. “the other side too?” he asked, lifting his hands. before you could respond, his voice filled the room, “you have a tattoo?! nice”

he took a closer look, taking in the intricate fine line details of the artwork - a small flower on your right shoulder.

“it’s so pretty, baby,” he complimented, “so pretty.”

𓆉 niki

“i’ll just shut up then, shall i?” you watched as niki’s eyes drifted from your own to your shoulder for the fifth time in a single minute.

he snapped out of his trance, “sorry, i was trying to listen, but there’s something there under your sweater,” he pointed.

“huh?!” you exclaimed, swatting it away, “what is it? get it off!”

his hands held your arms to your sides, forcing you to be still for moment as he investigated. with your eyes squeezed shut, you obviously weren’t to know that niki was currently sporting a huge grin. “a tattoo, y/n? i never expected that from you.”

your heartbeat slowed, finally, realising what had happened, you opened your eyes again.

“ohhhh that, yeah i got it done last year, have you never seen it before?” you asked, puzzled.

“nope,” he looked to you with his finger hooked over your off the shoulder sweater and you nodded. he pulled it down ever so slightly to reveal the scattered butterflies. “i like it though,” he added, “let me see it more often?” he pleaded, with his doe eyes that you can never say no too. “only i can see it, though.”

[buffyfan145]

Another great episode with ep 2.6 of "Rings of Power" today!!! 😀 So much happened in it and we only have 2 more episodes!!! Lots to talk about behind the cut but I think I figured out the whole "who Galadriel is kissing" thing and it's not any of the "leaks" we saw as I think the promo for next week showed part of it but something I wondered about when I first heard Morfydd say it. 😏 Also I loved hearing Elendil's dad Amandil being mentioned as I always loved his name is so similar to mine. LOL

I loved the episode and so much happened!!! All of Sauron's scenes were amazing, as well as Celebrimbor's. Both Charlies brought it again and I feel so bad for Celebrimbor. We all what's going and it's so sad. Then seeing Sauron use more of his Maiar powers and doing what we call the mind palace manipulating to Celebrimbor. And him saying the world "precious" twice!!! Then also seeing Sauron with the dwarves and likely calling up the balrog, and then the siege starting. We also finally got to see Charlie Rich too playing one of the elves.

Then everything with Galadriel and Adar was great too!!! 😀 I loved their conversations about Sauron and how Adar figured out Halbrand was Sauron. Also he knows Galadriel lied to him about what Sauron offered her too. I'm curious how he thinks combing Morgoth's crown (which I didn't expect as that does go a bit against the books as Morgoth has that crown around his neck in the Void keeping him there) with Nenya will kill Sauron for good. We know that won't happen and that Sauron actually still didn't die when Frodo destroyed the ring, as he's still out there in Middle Earth as a formless spirit. So curious again how this is going to play out in the finale with Galadriel and Sauron as she won't kill him.

Then that brings me to the kiss that's coming for Galadriel and seeing the promo for next week's ep I do think it's Celebrimbor. There's part of the promo where she's with him in his forge and she's holding his face kneeling beside him on the floor. I think this is likely when he's dying and it's making me wonder if she tries to save him via a kiss, like she did with Gandalf in "The Hobbit" movies, but it doesn't work and he dies in her arms. The thing with the banner happens after his death with the orcs so it's possible this is how he dies, and if the show got the rights to that 1st Age story about how Celebrimbor was in love with Galadriel but she fell in love with Celeborn they could work that in too that she's with him when he dies. I can see them doing this and his death is tragic already but I also wouldn't mind if when he does die she's with him so he's not alone. So all those "leaks" about the kiss are likely all false if this is really what happens, and I'm totally ok with this as even being a Haladriel shipper I didn't think they'd go that far with a kiss this early in the show (though I can tell they've confirmed they both have feelings for each other) and the whole thing with Elrond are lies made up to make us shippers angry. We'll see if I'm right but I do believe this likely is what is happening.

Back to kisses the Poppy and Merimac one was cute. And I thought Elendil and Mirel were going to 3 times. LOL 😀 The whole Numenor storylines this episode was great!!! I loved Miriel was able to prove she's still queen and it extends the whole Faithfull vs The King's Men more as we've got a ways to go before Sauron gets there hopefully back in his Halbrand form. But now Ar-Pharazon knows that Halbrand is Sauron and he needs him!!! Also, loved how Elendil was looking very much like Aragorn and even Halbrand in this episode.

Even more convinced The Stranger is Gandalf after his talk with Tom Bombadil and the thing he said to him that is almost exactly what Gandalf said in the movies. I do think The Stranger/Gandalf is going to go save Nori, Poppy, and the stoors and that's likely when we find out his name is Gandalf. Curious if he'll face the Dark Wizard (who is likely a Blue wizard) this season or if that will be next.

So excited for the final 2 episodes of season 2!!! Though I know the 2 year wait will be coming after that. Also looking forward to those scenes of Adar and Elrond next week that were in the trailer too.

[there-will-be-a-way]

Today's therapy session (I'm finally doing therapy for my DID with someone *so* competent)

We started talking about the surgery and then spent most of the session talking about my DID, the shame that I feel regarding it and my doubts.

Bullet list of things I want to remember

My T said that Amely (part who's loyal to our family and misses them greatly) probably needs some of my parts to feel like the parents she longs for in order to not miss my real parents anymore (hearing this felt so 🥺, like my T truly gets us)

It would be helpful to have a part who can mediate between parts so that we function better (I suggested that Dirk could do it because I remembered a message he once left us, how he wants us to cooperate again but later when I looked it up, I found out that it was actually Kiran who left that message) (I just remembered that my therapist said Kiran is a cool name and that he wants to look up where it comes from because he's never heard of it before. Before I found a message from Kiran I hadn't heard of it either. I actually had to google if it was a real name but yeah, it is. And this is not the first part with a name I never heard before (see Anatolia).

My therapist said that it is rare for complete final fusion to happen but that we can learn to work together as a team

He calls my parts "Personen" ("persons") which feels a lot more compassionate than what former therapists called my parts ("Zustände" ("states") or "Figuren" ("figures))

He also said there's no need for shame, that everybody has parts but that mine are just more seperate which can be exhausting to deal with

He says that I could also view my DID as something that helped me to survive and I said that yeah, if I hadn't been able to split off these experiences I wouldn't be able to function to which he replied, "If you hadn't been able to do this, you would be dead." Which man. This man is speaking the truuuuth

Overall he just has such a kind and compassionate way to talk about my DID, it makes me feel so accepted and seen

My highlight of the session:

Me: "But what if I'm just imagining having these parts, what if it's all just in my head?"

My therapist:

(Yes, he quoted Dumbledore, not without a remark about how we're going to ignore the critique regarding J.K. Roling for a moment)

Yeah, I voiced that I'm scared that my first DID therapist might have pressured me to think I have DID (which in hindsight, no, this didn't happen). And my T said that it's there now. These parts inside me and the group chat we use to leave each other notes. So we can work with it. Do I still feel like a faker? Yeah, but I feel less "insane" now

I can't believe I'm really doing therapy for my DID. I'm actually so touched by how compassionate my therapist is that I had to thank him today, for taking away my shame. I truly trust him and I really don't trust easily. Part of me can't wait to finally tackle the DID and learn how to live together, as a team. Or a family? 🥺😭

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Eyes and Eyefestation who actually do want their partner to look at them?

Eyes

"Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me-" is what they used to say in the past in frantic undiscernible whispers, wishing they didn't cause hotel visitors physical (and psychological) pain.

Now that they have you as a partner--wearing special glasses/contacts to block 90% of the damage they'd normally cause--they are delighted that you could look at them and talk without being in agony!

You never really got to see their eyes before, and now that you could and also saw the blue flaming aura surrounding them...

You swear you're staring back at a literal angel.

Something truly ethereal.

Since then, they've kept you company throughout the hotel, hanging out near the key and the real door, lighting up dark rooms and warning you of Rush in the greenhouse.

When you're stuck in the mines, Eyes still keeps up with you via teleportation, making their presence known and trying to help where they can (ie blinding Giggles).

But they've grown rather needy since realizing you could look at them.....as now they want you to do nothing but that.

It's tough when you gotta hide, look for Screech, or avoid Figure, Seek, and the Grumbles. And often the tiniest distraction meant starting back at the broken elevator.

But your death isn't too concerning to Eyes, as you'll just come back and be able to look at them more and more.

Why would you ever wanna stop?

Eyefestation

After learning she stuck around the Hadal Blacksite specifically to spite humans, you thought she'd put you into that same category of awful people who tortured her with injections..

But after you found your own workaround her radiation beams, she's..actually grown quite fond of you, impressed with your ability to adapt and meet her one request:

Look

Look

Look.

And indeed you do...or at least whenever it's safe.

I hc she has object permamance so if you're just walking by an Abstractee, she'll get upset thinking it took you away from her..

Only to be content when you reappear a second later.

Unlike Eyes, she knows you have to prioritize avoiding Pandemonium, and Mr. Lopee certainly won't allow you to stay behind and chat with her if you're with a group.

Still, she's convinced Painter to lock you in more gauntlets with her, and he's surprised, thinking she utterly despised you.

But no, she wants to just look at you and be alone with you. Even for a short time.

And Painter still obliges, now believing you cared more about her than the crystal.

[luigiblood]

Something is going on with Retro NSO

I figured this stuff should be part of a post because I think it's an interesting thing to talk about.

As of the last few updates, I started to notice some changes to the NES and SNES emulators specifically, particularly related to emulation of accessories.

NES Four Score

If you don't know what the NES Four Score is, it's an accessory that allows you to play the NES up to 4 players.

I had actually never really datamined the NES emulator that much but at one point I randomly decided to give it a real shot for the July 2024 update (version 6.9.0).

Then I got actually surprised to notice code for playing using the Four Score, so I eventually went versions back, and found out it was a recent addition of 6.6.0, back in September 2023.

However, it is a little weird, it doesn't seem to be really accurate (to be more exact it only implements one ID for the second controller port, if you know, you know), but it seems functional. In fact in the 6.5.0 update (June 2023), it seemed to have been actually forced on all games, for some reason.

I couldn't notice any code regarding the NES Zapper or any other accessories however, but something that kind of gets me is that I don't notice any code for the Hori 4 Players Adaptor, which is like the Four Score but for the japanese Famicom, and it has some differences on a technical level.

My suspicion is that this was worked on when they were looking into Rare Studio titles, and R.C. Pro Am 2 is definitely a game that uses it. That said, there is one game on NES NSO already that supports the Four Score, but you cannot use it: It's Downtown Nekketsu March Super-Awesome Field Day!, which is kind of a sports games with various sports. (For some reason Nintendo is not using the newly localized ROM and that's a shame.)

SNES Super MultiTap

This is not new, this was part of the SNES emulator's code the entire time since launch, but considering we just talked about the Four Score for NES, I figured it it would also be a good time to talk a little bit about it, and bring you up to speed.

On SNES, there is the Super MultiTap that can let you play up to 5 players on the same system (it plugs into the second controller port, where you can plug 4 controllers on that, plus the first controller on the first controller port on the system).

There are actually 6 games that can use the Super MultiTap on SNES NSO as of right now, but you cannot play more than 2 players currently, BUT I confirm that it actually does emulate the accessory regardless, just that the application does not let you go past 2 players, but the games do recognize that the device is plugged.

Those games are Super Puyo Puyo 2 (actually available since SNES NSO launch!), Natsume Championship Wrestling, Amazing Hebereke, Kunio-kun no Dodgeball da yo Zen'in Shūgō!, Smash Tennis, and The Peace Keepers.

I figured it would be worth mentioning, because I don't think the addition of Four Score to the NES emulator is just an experiment, it might be possible that SNES NSO might get a major update too regarding the ability to play up to 4 or 5 players for a limited amount of games in the future... especially because of...

SNES Mouse

Like the Super Multitap, the SNES NSO emulator actually contained code to emulate the SNES Mouse the entire time since launch. However, there has been a new development as of today.

I already talked about this in one of my posts, but I'll just do a roundup of what we datamined in the past: Initially, the SNES emulator checked for specific game identification to enable the SNES Mouse emulation, and looked for 3 specific games.

We don't know what those games are, but considering the limited amount of games, I believe it is reasonable to assume they were limited to games on SNES that only worked with the SNES Mouse and nothing else, in which case, we can assume the following games:

Mario Paint

Mario & Wario

The problem however... those are the only SNES games that released that requires the SNES Mouse to play. You'd wonder what could be the 3rd game that could be best played with a Mouse, but I have a list of what could be it:

Mario Paint (PAL version)

Sound Fantasy

For a few reasons however, I don't believe the PAL version of Mario Paint would be likely, and it leaves the unreleased Nintendo game Sound Fantasy as the other option, we know it was actually completed, and it required the SNES Mouse to play. I won't delve too much on that game, but think of it as a mix of Mario Paint and Electroplankton on DS together, but back in 1994.

In later updates, they removed code that refers to the game identification and relied on game metadata instead. That was done fairly quickly in its life even.

That would have been the end of it if it wasn't for today's SNES NSO update (3.10.0), where a major rework of SNES Mouse emulation was done:

They added the ability to emulate the SNES Mouse on both controller ports, it used to be only on the first controller port.

Internally they can now do input replays of SNES Mouse devices.

There's code for configuring the behavior of the SNES Mouse between either Original, or something else.

This is actually rather interesting, this was added in the emulator between February and August 2024, so this is a legit recent development.

The mention of the SNES Mouse behavior configuration is also interesting, because it means they're looking into ways to support the SNES Mouse in different, possibly more accessible ways than using a USB Mouse.

The fact that they can also emulate the SNES Mouse on both controller ports is also potential evidence that they're looking further into other games than just SNES Mouse only titles, as some games did use the mouse on the second port instead, while leaving the first SNES controller plugged.

To this day, I haven't seen any code for the Super Scope just yet, or the Satellaview for that matter, unfortunately.

Conclusion

Just as a bit of a tl;dr for people who don't like reading:

They secretly added support last year for the NES Four Score to allow 4 player multiplayer, but isn't used yet.

They secretly had SNES Super Multitap support since day one to allow 5 player multiplayer, but isn't used yet.

They secretly had SNES Mouse support since day one, but today (18 September 2024) they released an update that reworked it significantly.

The developers seems to be busy adding or reworking accessories as of the last year. I gotta be honest, I find this a little suspect. We might be going onto something major soon that reworks the NES and SNES applications for multiplayer and more.

I hope so much that would be sooner rather than later.

...also, please, add localized ROMs to NES and SNES NSO. There's no reason not to have them.

[hiraeth-nostalgic]

SO (sorry i was gone i'm back to YAPPING)

who the FUCK is out here thinking reki had absolutely NO growth through the first season of sk8??? I saw a post talking about how even though he is the main character we "never see any development" regarding him and i just need to tell people who believe that: you are wrong.

Listen, reki is the main character™ so let me recount some things for us all.

first thing that comes to mind: when he is experiencing the jealousy that comes from the insecurity of being left behind, but he still shows up to see Langa race Joe. He still calls out to langa, and we see that even though he was insecure and feeling left behind he STILL came to support someone. he then sees that video talking about the guy who created the track shoes that were being worn and thinks it's stupid. that if he can't be at the top of skating, he shouldn't even skate anymore. he should just give up his dream bc a couple people are better than him. He has the talk with his manager that even if you aren't the MOST talented that doesn't mean you can't be involved and Reki still isn't quite there yet. I believe it was Joe who reminded reki that they are all on different levels and reki gets pulled into the beef with Adam. NOW the beef with Adam we see Reki trying to bridge the gap. He wants it so bad. it's not that he's not a great skater, because he is, but i think it comes from the general lack of self-love/self-confidence that held him back for a couple of things. HOWEVER he avoids Adam's moves, he literally JUMPS off the side and FLIPS (something he had never done before!) reki NEARLY wins and he would've if his board hadn't snapped!!! He embarrassed Adam!! something no one else had done!!!

the second thing: We see Reki become okay with not being the absolute best of the best and how he is a great skater, in his own way. (this starts to show in the race with Adam and then at the end we see it REALLY show) sure it may take him a little longer to learn a trick or something but he still learns it. he still loves skating. he redefines his LOVE of the sport not because he's the best of the best but because he actually has a support system in skating instead of before when he had no friends who shared the interest (you know, aside from a previous friend who could no longer skate) and its the story of even if you aren't as great as someone else you know, its still okay to do things for FUN and hanging out.

like this idea haunts all of us. for example: singing? most people are fine singers!!! but because they don't sing like Beyonce or Billie Eilish, suddenly they shouldn't sing for fun bc "they can't make a job out of it" like, the same for reki. Joe, Cherry, and Shadow are all adults who have lives outside of skating but for a CHILD it's the only thing for them at this point in their life, they are still trying to figure out who they are. its crucial to teens. Reki's not getting on a national team, he can't build a career out of actually skating so does that mean he shouldn't enjoy it? no!!! he works at the skate shop, he's really talented at building the boards, designing them, and understanding what will help individual people the best!! that's more than anyone else in the S community that we see actively skating.

Anyway, reki has so much growth in not only his skating but in his mental health but because it's not as flashy as Langa's or Adam's, people overlook it and downplay it.

[bitter-and-dumb]

And it was all in my head again

[tshortik]

Cryptic visions of space and time...

[zaacoy]

Short freenoodles focused comic inspired in part by takakmimi's freenoodles post on twt!!