#eclipse is a single father of four now

[randomized-sims24]

I just know when he gets them back that Jake, Andy, Andrew and Charlie are all gonna be best friends. I need all his kids to get along and be inseparable buddies like Jack and Dazzle are

[hearts4yawnzzn]

Only His // Lee Rang

Lee Rang x Siren!oc

Warnings!: this will be exactly written as the kdramas first season after 3 parts, so there will be mentions of; gore, death, murder, suicide, and torture.

Word Count: 2182 words.

~ HER POV ~

My mom has always refused for me to get into any physical contact with anyone else, although the reason is still unknown, she gets weird and tenses up whenever I ask her about it, I never knew why.

Yes, I could ask my dad, but he's always been dismissive about the subject, especially when I ask about it every single day. And honestly, I grew tired of it. I'm sick of hearing the same words when I ask about something so negligible.

"Miyeong-ah! Come down for dinner!" My mom calls out as I hear the clanking of pans from the kitchen, I hurriedly dismiss what I'm doing and speed out of my room and down the stairs.

If I'm being honest, I've always thought I've lived a fake life, ever since I was born, I would only get treatment from 'special' doctors. I'm sick of being different.

~ NO ONE'S POV ~

Miyeong's father was helping her mother set up the table, it was always four, not three. As Miyeong Ascended down the stairs, she rushed to kiss her father on the cheek and sat down across from him, her mother soon presented herself by carrying a big pot and placing it on the table, everything else was set beforehand.

"Eomma, why are you always forgetting that three people live here? You always put an extra set as if someone is going to randomly join us." The girl didn't waste a second waiting for her parents as she dug in, starting by eating some kimchi with her rice.

Her mother didn't have anything to say to her, frankly because she had no idea as well. The lid of the pot was open, and everyone was greeted by the mouth-watering smell of the cooked meat.

"The food tastes as amazing as it always is, honey." Her father complimented his wife, but Miyeong was sick of it, she was sick of living in such a fake ass family. Her metal chopsticks drop from her hand as she let out a loud scoff, sitting back in her chair.

"Eomma, Appa, are we going to keep doing this? Tell me why I can't communicate with people like a normal person!" she was enraged, the girl has said this many times before, but she never continued, now is her chance to finish.

She pushed her plate back aggressively, her parents looking at her in disbelief like their daughter had just gone insane.

Her mother slammed her hand down on the table, but her daughter didn't falter, she has learned to stand up against her mother, ever since day one. All by herself.

Miyeong wouldn't dare to show anyone around her that she was terrified, her parents never hit her, but still, she was scared of that possibility.

"Yah! Have you lost your mind!? Sit down and eat your food!" they were both yelling at each other, while the father stayed silent, he has endured this for the past 23 years, ever since they found her.

"No! Do you think I'm dumb!? You don't even treat me like your own daughter anymore!" tears were threatening to spill from her eyes, but she needed to hold back, just a little bit longer until she can leave this place.

The place she used to call 'home'.

"You're giving me so much stress! You don't even respect your own mother!" the girl stared at her in disbelief, she let out a scoff that soon turned into a laugh, was the woman in front of her serious right now?

Miyeong had planned it all.

She planned to pester them every day for the last 23 years.

She had planned to get into a big fight with the woman sitting across her, just a few days before the lunar eclipse.

Her bag was already waiting for her at the door, all she had to do now was make a dramatic closing to this argument, take her bag, and leave.

"I've been asking you every fucking day for the past 23 years! You didn't even say shit to me!! You think you can call yourself my 'mother' just because we both live under the same roof!?" she sat up from her chair and roughly pushed it against the table.

The entire table rocked as some of the empty glass cups were shattered onto the floor.

"I have had enough of dealing with you, and your husband." her tone was low, but you could feel the venom seeping through her words as her fists were balled, knuckles turning white.

It was time for her dramatic exit, Miyeong nodded her head one last time before taking out something that she was sitting on, papers. She gave one last look at the papers, then to the woman in front of her before finally throwing them to her face.

The old couple sitting at the table was stunned, they had never expected that their 'daughter' was capable of doing something like this. They had always thought of her as someone weak and emotional when facing herself or others.

Miyeong didn't dare to look back, she walked away from the table and headed towards the front door, as expected, her bag was on the floor, right beside her shoes. The brunette hurriedly put on her shoes and slung her bag over her shoulder, she didn't even know if she ore her shoes right, but that was not important.

Her hand made contact with the doorknob, and without even thinking back, she twisted it and opened the door, walking out of the darned house before slamming the door shut behind her.

Now all she could do is run, even though she might have planned this for 23 years, she didn't know she would get this far, she didn't know where to go.

She wanted to get lost, so she wouldn't get found by them ever again.

She will never go back.

Miyeong made sure, throughout planning her escape, that she wouldn't get caught by them again.

And nothing will stop her from getting what she wants.

The 23-year-old kept running through the streets, she was running for only a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours.

Her throat was becoming dry and cold, she wasn't taught to build her stamina. Ever since she was young she was homeschooled, her 'parents' haven't even bothered to give her PE classes.

The brunette kept looking back, she was terrified of them following her, she needed to look back to make sure they weren't there.

The bag on her shoulders was very heavy, it was putting so much weight on her, but that was not going to stop her.

Miyeong took the first left she saw, it looked like an apartment complex for rich people.

The people who kept her isolated for 23 years were definitely rich, the man who called himself her 'father' used to come home wearing suits every day, while the woman who called herself her 'mother' would always wear designer bags, shoes, clothes... Anything that she can get her hands on.

She diverted her sight to the main entrance, two bodyguards guarding the front while two other bodyguards were situated near the main gate.

Without placing any suspicion upon herself, the girl managed to swiftly walk over and sit on the bench. She took her bag off of her shoulder and placed it beside her, the heavy pressure she felt on her shoulders was instantly lifted, and she sighed in relief.

Miyeong didn't expect any company, she knew no one, she wasn't allowed to own any type of electronics, and she wasn't allowed to go outside.

Communication was definitely not her strongest skill.

The sound of the main gate slightly screeching open caught her attention, her head instantly turned to observe the vehicle approaching. The brunette raised her head to take a look at who was inside, the windows were very tinted. She barely saw their faces, but they definitely saw hers.

A woman was sitting in the driver's seat, she had long dark hair and an almost petite figure. On the other hand, a male was sitting in the passenger's seat, his hair was obviously short, and he was biting the nail of his thumb while resting his arm on the window. He looked really annoyed about something.

But other than that, Miyeong was curious to know more about him. By just barely looking at him once, she felt like she has known him for centuries, but maybe even then, he could be a rich clueless dumbass that she could rob. After all, aren't all rich people clueless and dumb?

The white car was heading for the garage, Miyeong stood up from the bench and approached the main gate, in order not to look suspicious, the brunette approached the secretary's desk and asked her if she could borrow her phone to 'make a call', while giving the secretary and excuse that her phone 'ran out of battery'.

The secretary didn't think anything of it and gladly handed her the phone, Miyeong smiled followed by a short bow.

She pretended to dial someone's phone number and placed the phone to her ear, "Hey Unnie! I'm in the building right now but I forgot what number your apartment is..." she proceeded to walk towards the elevator, nodding, and humming a few yeses. Miyeong averted her eyes and stared at the floor number above the elevator going up.

"Unnie, which floor are you on again?" The number above the elevator stopped, "Ah the 6th floor? Alright I'll be right there!" she 'hung up' the phone and returned it to the secretary. The girl quickly walked over to the elevator, and pressed the 'up' button several times, as soon as the elevator opened, she hurriedly walked inside and pressed the number 6 button.

The elevator closed and started to travel up, she tapped her foot against the floor anxiously, she was overthinking the situation now.

The brunette had no fighting skills and extremely poor communication skills. A 'ding' sound reached her ears as the elevator opened, she peaked her head through to make sure no one was in the hallway, once she confirmed that the coast was clear, she walked out of the elevator and proceeded to look for the guy's apartment.

It's like he knew she was going to rob him, or that he forgot to close his own door. Maybe he is that stupid.

Miyeong quietly approached the open door and she made the open gap a little bit greater so she could fit through.

Once she was through, she looked around his apartment, of course, it was very modern, and everything looked brand new and spotless, this man owns the latest models and versions of everything!

Out of her own curiosity, Miyeong slowly started heading for his kitchen, looking around in awe. She stared at his fridge, opening it slowly as she put some of the stuff inside in her bag, carefully closing the fridge, Miyeong stalked towards the living room.

It had two pairs of sofas, and a big TV against the wall, and a table in between with a vase full of red roses.

The apartment itself was very quiet and dark, the only source of light was coming from the kitchen. How could he just disappear after going inside, was he pranking her?

Miyeong made her way to the bedroom, she looked to her right to find a closed door with the light on.

'He must be taking a shower or something, I should probably hurry.' she shrugged and walked inside his room, she looked for anything that might contain some money or anything she could sell.

She stopped in front of a closet, extending her hand out to open it, but she felt a strong grip on her shoulder, turning her around and grabbing her by her neck, placing her in a chokehold.

The girl's hands immediately gripped the person's wrists, trying to pry their hands off of her, she looked up to see them.

Of course, it was him.

"Why did you break into my house?" his glare could burn a hole between her eyes as he spoke with a harsh tone, his grip slowly tightening on her neck.

Miyeong let out a small yelp as she coughed out her answer, "You left— your door open—" She was trying so hard to loosen his grip, but he was too strong.

His strength was abnormal, possibly too strong to even be human.

The man was raging, his question wasn't being answered and he definitely didn't seem like a patient type of person.

Miyeong was slowly losing air, she could barely breathe with the grip he had on her,

She had tried to speak, to give him an answer, but it was of no use.

The girl harshly closed her eyes as the grip on his wrist lightened, and when she opened her eyes again she felt lightheaded.

When their eyes met the male widened his in shock, his lips slightly disconnecting from each other.

And he immediately let go of her.

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Ok so I love Ghost In The Shell and I love all your aus

So I gotta ask, if all your aus took place in the Ghost In The Shell universe which ones would be the least awful (awful in the sense of pure danger for the Ghost fam) and which ones would be the most awful

Okie Dokie >:)

(@bluepeachstudios I am once again borrowing Ghost for this)

I'm only gonna do the aus I already have fics published for/talked about at length (with one exception :3)

Starting with the least dangerous/stressful/awful crossover, Same Story Different Font. This one genuinely wouldn't be too difficult on Ghost (assuming he isnt the one that goes dimension hopping again) plus he and Leonardo would instantly try to adopt each other ("WHAT YOU MEAN YOU WERE ISOLATING YOURSELF FOR OVER TWO DECADES?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BECAME A FATHER OF FOUR AT SEVENTEEN?" Their kids would cause the most insane amounts of chaos ever) They would be friends, give them a social life beyond their children

Next up is Lost But Never Found. This one is definitely more stressful on good ole Ghost. The second he realizes Indigo is an alternate version of Leonardo that suffered the exact same fate as him but WORSE...Ghost's heart is gonna fucking SHATTER (Ie, Indigo fell through a portal with no way back home but Big Mama captured him, forced him to fight in the Battle Nexus, COMPLETELY WIPED HIS MEMORIES BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL, continued to force him to fight every single day multiple times a day...yeah that was objectively worse than Ghost's early years. Big Mama better pick a god and PRAY)

The reasons this au is more stressful/dangerous is because A. An alternate version of your brother is HERE instead of back home, and he also has no memory of his old life so how the hell are you gonna get THAT back. And B. Helping Indigo come back down from the "Kill or be killed" mentality and help his adjust to normal mutant turtle life is gonna be really rough, especially when he ends up joining the Mud Dogs and becoming a hitman because he did not feel like he belonged with the Rise fam at all (and its only gonna get worse when he DOES get his memories back ALL AT ONCE :3)

Now into the really stressful/dangerous territory with When The World Crumbles!

Bet you didnt see this one coming ;)

Poor Ghost is definitely gonna need blood pressure medication after this whole ordeal. To keep it brief, the 2012 turtles fall into the Riseverse. They were not trying to GO there at all. They were tring to stop another FULL SCALE KRAANG INVASION. So...

These turtles are in the wrong dimension

Their dimension is currently being INVADED

And to make it worse it has only been TWO MONTHS since Splinter was killed by the Super Shredder.

So the entire is spent trying to hurry and build a working portal to get these kids back home before the Kraang fully destroy their world, and also dealing with the 2012 boys unlocking Ninpo. By suffering immensely the entire time and eventually returning to the 2012 dimension (the Rise kids are going to help to and so will Ghost because duh) and stopping a full scale invasion.

But considering the events of the last couple of chapters, its not gonna be easy. And its only the beginning. (And considering that there will be a SEQUEL fic in Eclipse Across Dimensions...its gonna get so so so much worse. I would actually put Eclipse Across Dimensions as the top most stressful/dangerous time for literally everyone, but considering its a sequel fic to this au and I am nowhere NEAR that far into the story...it stays here for now :3)

Ghost will absolutely adopt these traumatized, orphaned nineteen year olds on sight

And the absolute MOST stressful/dangerous au for the Ghost fam would have to be my newest au (and the one I havent talked that much about, which is why it is the exception to my aforementioned rule) Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Oh boy :)

Aka the au where the 2012 boys gets brain wormed by the Shredder into becoming evil. 2012 Splinter, Casey and April all flee to the Riseverse, the ENTIRE 2012 Footclan FOLLOWING THEM

Which means that on top of the Rise mutants, Rise Footclan, and Barron Draxum the boys will have to deal with

Footbots that learn and ADAPT to every move they make

Extremely dangerous mutant assassins and goons

THE LITERAL 2012 SHREDDER (who not only SURVIVED GETTING FULL ON CHOMPED BY AN 8 FOOT TALL MUTANT ALLIGATOR BUT BEAT THE MUTANT ALLIGATOR. The boys are absolutely fucked)

And evil versions of themselves.

It will be Ghost's literal worst nightmare come true and this happens early in season ONE so they dont even have ninpo to help them, and not even the extra training they had with Ghost will be enough to deal with everything

(When his kids end up fighting The Shredder for the first time, Ghost will swear that he felt his heart stop.)

Its not gonna be a fun time for anyone involved, especially when it comes to confrontations between the 2012 turtles and Rise kids. Because they dont want to hurt them, they literally have an evil parasite in their brains MAKING them do this, making them act this way. (And they're only 17, two years older than Raph, and it breaks Ghost's heart every time he's forced to fight these poor kids.)

However these kids are extremely dangerous.

Because they KNOW the Rise kids, as different ad they are at their cores they're the same person. Which means they know how the Rise kids think, how they behave, what stupid plans they'll come up with.

And how to break them into pieces.

One such example being when 2012 Donnie hacks into the Turtle Tank's system and hijacks it, even going as far as to completely lock the tank down and drain it of OXYGEN to force Donnie, Raph, Mikey and Ghost (Leo was not with them so no portals out) into submission and basically hold them as hostages in their own tank. And thats just ONE example of many, its that bad.

Its gonna be the absolute MOST stressful time of Ghost's life for sure

So in order from least awful to most awful:

Same Story Different Font, Lost But Never Found, When The World Crumbles (and its eventual sequel), and Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Hope you enjoyed anon!

[rdzyvth]

You were not always this person. I used to be a whole person, the ideal synthesis of my greatest and worst qualities. Not like you, I soared above all limitations and boundaries—until, to use one word, I was split apart.

I turned into a person who was desperate for closeness, loyal and passionately committed to a writer—the muse that etched my spirit. She did what I had hoped innumerable others would do—she saw past the overarching concept of my flimsy societal relevance and acknowledged the inside of my brain and humor and philosophies and talent and acute mind and my unyielding stance against fools. I questioned whether most people's experiences were like this: a clear road from desire to fulfillment, with desires constantly emerging and being satisfied in an orderly sequence. This had never been my reality before; it had always been fraught. The tormenting fraught of pondering and questioning, "If I just looked a little different, would I be drowning in love?" Now, I get to drown without having to alter a single cell. Literally. Drowning. I left, carrying her image with me: moved to the city, worked in publishing, yearned for her, listened to her scream over the phone, hated her, loved her, lusted over her, now her father hates me more than anything. I told her to go to therapy because I can’t handle her anger alone, she told me sure as long as I fuck myself, so I loathed her again and again and drove seven hours each week to see her, only to have her look at me as if I were the most scrutinized person in the world. Every moment in her presence felt like a gun was poised on the mantelpiece. A figurative gun, naturally. If it were an actual gun, I would likely be dead.

But you. You are one job, two lovers, three cities away from her. Four years on and you still dream about it. You took a job to fill the void. You’d rather have an orgasm than do most things. You wrote for people who can’t read poetries. You cried in front of people. You missed hang outs, parties, the solar eclipse, and high school reunions. You tried to bare your soul to those who can't comprehend art. You despise it when people say foolish things. You came to realize too late that your life had been compromised by a lack of ambition. You made a fool of yourself in more ways than one. YOU WISH SHE WAS A MAN BECAUSE THEN AT LEAST IT WOULD REINFORCE YOUR IDEAS ABOUT PEOPLE AND HOW SHE LIKELY WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND. You seek an explanation that absolves her of responsibility, allowing your relationship to continue uninterrupted.

I thought you were gone, but as I write this, I'm uncertain if you truly are. And now, four years later, I still fear that if I wake myself up forcefully, she will emerge from the dream and enter the world, where I feel secure but distant.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

CD of the week: Jeff Buckley

Date: May 10, 1998

From: The Observer (London, England)

Publisher: Guardian News & Media

Byline: SAM TAYLOR

Jeff Buckley Sketches (for My Sweetheart, The Drunk) (Columbia 488661) To be or not to be a rock star? As existential dilemmas go, it's perhaps not the most profound, but it tormented Jeff Buckley for the last two years of his brief life. Like Kurt Cobain, he was a sensitive soul who recoiled from the brute materialism and superficiality of the music industry. But, as Cobain found out, sensitivity sells.

When Buckley drowned, aged 30, in the Mississippi nearly a year ago, he was not really famous, but had a passionate cult following, and was constantly compared to his father, the erratically brilliant Sixties singer, Tim Buckley, who also died young. He felt pressured by the expectations surrounding the album he was working on, the follow-up to his 1994 debut Grace, and was drinking way too much.He had already spent several months in New York, recording songs with Tom Verlaine, but he was unhappy with the results. But he had begun work on a new batch of songs in Memphis, and was excited about his progress. Some of his friends and band members now claim Buckley intended burning the Verlaine tapes, and that the release of this double CD is thus a betrayal of his wishes.

Though it's easy to sympathise with that view, once you hear the first of these CDs, comprising 10 songs from the New York sessions, you will realise why Mary Guibert, Buckley's mother, was so keen that the songs be heard. You will also realise why Buckley, so repulsed by MTV and the prospect of fame, hated them. Two songs in particular a heartbreakingly sweet soul ballad called 'Everybody Here Wants You' and a raunchy, funny cover of Audrey Clark's 'Yard of Blonde Girls' sound like surefire hit singles.

The first CD is not uniformly brilliant. Buckley's weakness for bombast and overcomplication surfaces on 'Vancouver' and 'The Sky is a Landfill', and the production is perhaps a little too crystalline, though the quieter songs 'Opened Once', 'You & I' are deliberately sparse in order to showcase Buckley's gorgeous, somersaulting voice. It would have been a deeply impressive and affecting album.

The second CD, mostly comprising four-track demos recorded near the end in Memphis, reflects the turmoil in Buckley's head at this time. It also reflects a self-protective desire to veer away from the polished commercialism of the New York songs. It is murky, disjointed, at times wildly discordant and almost unlistenable. The lyrics scream of paranoia and enslavement. There is a cover of Genesis's sprawling prog epic, 'Back in NYC', and a squall of white noise called 'Murder Suicide Meteor Slave', both of which sound like B-sides at best.

Yet Buckley was very proud of what he was working on, and beneath the boiling fury, you can hear the stirrings of a looser, darker melodicism. And there is always that voice: whether caterwauling with lust or crying out in pain, it remains genuinely breathtaking, unmatched this decade for its range and emotional power.

If you've never heard Jeff Buckley before, you are probably better off listening to Grace as a starting point. But anyone who loved that album and it was the sort of album you either loved or hated should certainly hear Sketches. . . Unfinished and uneven it may be, but it is still light years ahead of almost everything else that will be released this year. As a dead rock icon Buckley will never eclipse Kurt Cobain, but as a musical talent he was, I think, possibly even greater. The tragedy is that we will never know for sure.

[autolovecraft]

I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself.

To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the way in his quest for the Fenner casket.

I heard attributed to him would be unbelievable today, at least in a city; and even Peck Valley would have shuddered a bit had it known the easy ethics of its mortuary artist in such debatable matters as the ownership of costly laying-out apparel invisible beneath the casket's lid, and the degree of dignity to be maintained in posing and adapting the unseen members of lifeless tenants to containers not always calculated with sublimest accuracy. His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate. At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. God, what a rage! For an impersonal doctor, Davis' ominous and awestruck cross-examination became very strange indeed as he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles.

In this twilight too, he began to compute how he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. What else, he added, could ever in any case be proved or believed?

To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the enlarged transom; but gathered his energies for a determined try.

Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. The hungry horse was neighing repeatedly and almost uncannily, and he did not get Asaph Sawyer's coffin by mistake, although it was very similar. He had even wondered, at Sawyer's funeral, how the vindictive farmer had managed to lie straight in a box so closely akin to that of the diminutive Fenner.

His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. But it would be well to say as little as could be said, and to let no other doctor treat the wounds. At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb, and the emerging moon must have witnessed a horrible sight as he dragged his bleeding ankles toward the cemetery lodge; his fingers clawing the black mold in brainless haste, and his body responding with that maddening slowness from which one suffers when chased by the phantoms of nightmare. His questioning grew more than medically tense, and his hands shook as he dressed the mangled members; binding them as if he wished to get the wounds out of sight as quickly as possible. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit.

He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. Instinct guided him in his wriggle through the transom. Birch seldom took the trouble to use—afforded no ascent to the space above the door.

Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis. In this twilight too, he began to compute how he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. Sawyer in their last illnesses. What else, he added, could ever in any case be proved or believed? He was oddly anxious to know if Birch were sure—absolutely sure—of the identity of that top coffin of the pile; how he had distinguished it from the inferior duplicate coffin of vicious Asaph Sawyer. It must have been midnight at least when Birch decided he could get through the transom. Perhaps he screamed.

There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb. Great heavens, Birch, and I don't blame you for giving him a cast-aside coffin, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was. You know what a fiend he was for revenge—how he ruined old Raymond thirty years after their boundary suit, and how he had chosen it, how he had chosen it, how he had distinguished it from the inferior duplicate coffin of vicious Asaph Sawyer. God, what a rage! For an impersonal doctor, Davis' ominous and awestruck cross-examination became very strange indeed as he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles. The vault had been dug from a hillside, so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked. Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and smell induced. His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the enlarged transom; but he could do better with four. When Dr. Davis left Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old receiving tomb. Why did you do it, Birch? There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb. As he planned, he could not but wish that the units of his contemplated staircase had been more securely made. Sawyer in their last illnesses. The wounds—for both ankles were frightfully lacerated about the Achilles' tendons—seemed to puzzle the old physician greatly, and finally almost to frighten him. He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone.

[pandorasfavorite]

Self-pity

Summary: angst with my boy Neteyam, he keeps your relationship a secret

Notes: part two or nah?

Despite how much training Neteyam was required to do by his father he still found a way to make time for you. After becoming close as children the pair was quite literally inseparable meaning they would cry at the age of 5 if they were separated. For the longest time no one thought anything of this pair, they were great friends in everyone's eyes and not a single person questioned it. But ‘great friends’ was the farthest thing from the truth, the couple has been hiding their relationship for two years now. Well, Neteyam was, you had no issue in telling your parents or the clan that you were taken, though Neteyam insisted that you don't announce anything yet. Initially, his request hurt your feelings, and you began to be insecure thinking he was embarrassed by you, but you hid those feelings and agreed to keep it a secret for a little while longer. Surely enough Neteyam continued to be the loving and nurturing boyfriend behind closed doors, he took every precaution imaginable to make sure no one found out about you both. This included ignoring you when in public he didn't spare you a glance when you tried to approach him with that loving smile. Your heart broke every day he paid no attention to you, the days his siblings asked you to spend time with them, Neteyam would come up with an excuse for why he couldn't tag along anymore. It's been two years of pent-up anger, 730 days watching the boy you loved walk away from you in the public eye.  This has been on the forefront of your mind on the two-year anniversary of your relationship, he didn't approach you once, he didn't send you a smile or a sign of acknowledgment. You thought he forgot what today was which you didn't find surprising, not one bit surprising. Every Friday 3 hours before eclipse you and Neteyam meet up at the stream to spend time together. Friday comes and you lay in your hammock not getting up to start walking, you stay there forcing yourself to not go and meet with him. You know Neteyam is probably worried about your safety and well-being but even that fact isn't enough to make you get up and face him. Eclipse comes and you still haven't moved, your legs and arms are numb but you can only think of the reasons why Neteyam doesn't want people to know about you. Maybe he has found another potential mate, he thinks you are not worthy enough to be his Tsahìk and he is embarrassed by that fact. No amount of overthinking and self-pity can get you out of daily chores though, you remove yourself from your hammock when the morning begins, your sluggish movements drawing a few fellow Navi's attention. Mo’at asks if you are feeling ok and if she needs to do a check-up on you just to ensure that you aren't sick, but you thank her for the concern and decline her offer. Another four days pass of the same behavior drawing nearly the whole clan's attention to you, they have never seen anything like this from anyone. The Sully family is showing concern, Kiri has asked if you were feeling good by pressing her palm to your cool forehead. You just nod at her continuing to weave baskets for collecting herbs, you can see Neteyam whisper something to Lo’ak before approaching you. Lo’ak squats down to get to your eye level before asking the same thing Kiri did, “are you feeling okay? People are getting worried”. You stop weaving looking at him, he grimaces seeing your red eyes and large eyebags, “whos people Lo’ak?” you say tilting your head at him in curiosity. “You know the clan, Kiri, me” you nod at him before looking down again and continuing your work, “I see. I am

okay though just bad sleep”. Lo’ak cracks his knuckles out of nervousness, he cranes his neck down trying to make eyecontact with you again, “and Neteyam, Neteyam is worried”. Your fingers stop adrupptly hearing that name, you scoff “yea right” you stand up walking away after patting Lo’ak on the back. This is the second time you’ve missed friday meet ups, sleep has struggled to come to you, eating was a struggle in its self just because of the overthinking. Saturday morning Jake Sully the leader and Toruk Makto stops you before you begin your duties, he towers over you with a look of concern and determination on his face, Neteyam is standing next to him with a even more concerned look. “You need to go to Mo’at. Theres no arguing” you turn your gaze away from Neteyam for a moment to acknowledge his father. “Why must I go?”, you say eyes brimming with tears that have tried to escape for days now, Jake crouches down looking you in the eyes while holding your arms. “We think your sick y/n. You need help”, your lip quivers as you look at who you thought was gonna be your father in law, your head drops in shame as you cry. Jake englufs you in a bone crushing hug holding your head as you sob loud enough for the village to hear. Neteyam squeezes his fists tight by the side of him trying not to cry watching the love of his life sob in pain, and theres nothing he can do to help. 

Jake doesn't know why your crying as hard as you are or why his son is doing the same behind him but it's his job to make sure his people are safe, comforting you through it is something he would do a million times over again. Jake pulls back from the hug looking you in the eyes again, “can you tell me what's wrong?” he says holding your arms again and rubbing his thumbs in circles on them soothingly. You’ve forgotten that Neteyam is standing behind his father so the words tumble out of your mouth after two years of being caged up, “I'm not worthy, he is embarrassed by me because I am weak”. You say looking down at your shaking hands and the situation that you are in as proof. The gasp behind Jake is what brings your gaze back to Neteyam, Jake looks over his shoulder to evaluate the situation, and he furrows his brows at the tears running down his son's face. Jake turns back to you quickly asking you the most important question, “who is?” Jake's question is answered as soon as he notices your gaze still on Neteyams figure. Jake stands up to his full height anger spread across his face, “come on let's go to Mo’at honey” he says one hand on your back leading you to the healer's hut. He pushes you along and Jake stops by Neteyam, “go home and stay there” he grits out before continuing to walk with you. Jake is gone for roughly an hour and a half, most of that time was spent sitting in the healers up with you making sure everything was ok and then the rest of the time was spent outside pacing trying to calm down from how furious he was. When you are finally asleep and okay in the healer's hut Jake walks out telling Mo’at he will be back shortly to get you. Jake storms back to his home seeing Neteyam sitting on a tree stump crying softly with his head downcasted. “Come here boy”, Jake says to Neteyam, Neteyam stands up and walks in front of his father his head down in shame trying to silence his cries. Jake pushes Neteyams head onto his head holding his there while rubbing his son's back trying to calm him down before interrogating him. Neteyam breaks down and tells Jake everything, why he kept you a secret and how ashamed he is. Jake holds his son a little tighter hearing his son say in simpler words that he was afraid he would be banned from seeing you if he let the secret out. 

[respectthepetty]

Just Go With It

I don’t want to think about how this is the end of a show I've really enjoyed in four short weeks, so I'm really writing these posts to remember how much this show was so darn comforting.

About Youth pt. 4 (3, 2, 1, intro)

Jian still stalking Ray is bothering me, but it’s the plot. Ray deleting all the texts without reading them should bother me, but it doesn’t. Either way, they kissed and made up, so now I can focus on what matters most – the height and age difference *nom nom nom*

In no way, shape, or form is this safe. Teaching someone how to ride a skateboard while on skates is asking for broken bones, but it’s the plot.

I must state it one last time - THIS THEME SONG SMACKS! I cannot get over how good it is! Check on me in five years, and I’ll still be listening to it. It has surpassed Theory of Love’s intro song, and that one doesn’t even have words!

Ye Guang and Ray are definitely long-time friends because even on this double-date, they are making it a competition of who can out-cringe the other by being ridiculously extra next to their boyfriends.

This is also peak best friends’ behavior because Ray was quick with the MY Ye Guang, but Ye Guang was even quicker with the defense and calming tactics. They even walked away together while Jian teases his “little brother” which makes this dynamic perfect.

Ray kissing Jian the night before, and officially declaring him as his boyfriend the next day is why I’m always here for the second couples. I like you + You like me = Tie the Knot Dot Com.

How aggressive Ye Guang was with the bubbles says a lot about how his childhood lacked any fun, but how innocent all of this is should not be ruined by my deep thoughts.

This hug/bag misunderstanding is one of my favorite *tropes* (if that’s what we could call it). Kan telling Thua he was jealous instead of worried on The Eclipse taught me that intonation is the only thing that really changes those two words, and we see it here with bag and hug. 21 Days Theory also had a misunderstanding where Q thought X wanted a kiss, and I like these *misunderstandings*, mostly when they lead to hugs, kisses, and confessions. More, please!

I refuse to mention anything about these horrible parents and their horrible discussion (raised by a single mother, I was!), but ending on this shot where the mom keeps saying that BOTH of them love Ye Guang, yet the father isn’t even looking at him crying…what this show got right, it really got right.

Ugh, his f*cking parents! There. A. Pee. I promise; it works wonders! The first thing we learn in therapy: nobody is responsible for YOUR emotions except you. Quit harping on your CHILD!

Ray noticing his best friend is not doing well is why they are BEST FRIENDS! This show gets it right. Earlier Ye Guang was worried that Ray was dating that bad guy, and now Ray is worried for his friend.

OH WOW! I was expecting him to fail because he was under stress; I was not expecting him to fail because HE WANTED TO! Wow! I...I...LOVE IT

The tiny rainbow from the sun. I see you, bb.

I’m not going to care about these parents and these ridiculous questions as they are watching their son CRY. Did we do something wrong? Are we wrong? YES, you sasquatches! You did EVERYTHING wrong! You’re over there DAY DRINKING while your kid is having a breakdown. Yet here we are trying to make excuses for them. *puts on Hogwarts professor cap* “One-point deduction for this plot line!”

Xu Qi Zhang has the best accessories. The pink Converse and now the little drumstick keychain.

Why did Xu Qi Zhang deter his mother from going to see him perform?! She deserves to see him in person! There are other people there watching them, so why couldn’t the mom go? Urgh!

I swore the whole point of this show would be the student president election, yet it was a mere mention of “I’m not running” and it’s done. I wonder if Chen Junwei dropped out as well.

Wait, hold on a minute! This montage reminded me - Did Ye Guang even realize they had met the year before in the rain?!

You know what? I don’t even care! This show was cute. It did its job.

8/10 -  half a point deduction for Jian’s stalking, half a point deduction for spending five minutes in the first and last episode on a music performance instead of the plot, and a whole point deduction for Ye Guang’s parents being the absolute worst.

[irrelevantwriter]

White Flag

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly vulnerable Rio, declaration of feelings (sorta?)

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Part 5. Two months without seeing or speaking to Rio has left a significant mark and feelings finally decide to show themselves. Kinda.

A/N: I hope everyone had a good holiday or at least a chill Friday. I come bearing gifts with the next part of our favorite toxic saga. More smut for my lovely readers. But first, some plot. We jump right into it and just like our favorite non-couple, we gloss over a lot of bullshit and get right to the filth. But as a Virgo I love communication so I have to make these two stubborn assholes talk about their issues a little. At least in a vague way. Also, Rio has his read receipts on bc he is a petty king. There’s one more part after this and it's all naughty fun from here. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

A/N dos: I’m thinking about making the next part strictly from Rio’s POV. I feel like it’ll give us a peek into what he’s thinking and a new take on the series thus far. I’m excited to explore that so let me know what you guys think!

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 6 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“So you’re just gonna eye fuck the hot stranger at the bar all night?”

Your friend’s teasing cut through the haze, jolting you back to the dimly lit bar. The music boomed around you while people drank and danced, enjoying the Saturday night out in the same way you and your girlfriends were.

“I was not.” You insisted, though the coy smile you wore said otherwise.

The group of women scoffed and rolled their eyes, seeing right through your faux innocence.

“Besides,” You started, taking a sip of your drink as the song changed into a bass heavy melody. “He’s not even my type.”

“Oh, bullshit!��� Kara interjected with a raised brow, shaking her head.

You opened your mouth in surprise, but bit back your response when the other women chimed in.

“She’s right.” Evelyn agreed, throwing her dark hair over one shoulder.

“We knew you in high school and college, remember?” Nikki threw in, pursing her lips knowingly in your direction.

“Okay, so?” You said with a poor attempt at nonchalance.

“You were all over guys like that when we were kids. Paul ended up being the black sheep of the bunch.” Kara reminded you with a laugh, Evelyn and Nikki joining in with their own drunken giggles.

“Yeah, we were convinced you’d marry a felon with tattoos and not a real estate broker who wore khakis.” Nikki quipped, causing another round of laughter and snorts.

“Okay, okay...I get it. So I had a type. I think I’ve grown out of it.” You cut in, sounding as if you were trying to convince them as much as yourself.

“Not if the hottie at the bar has anything to say about it.” Evelyn joked with a wink.

You shook your head as you took another sip of your drink, unwilling to let them see you flustered. Or that they were in fact correct. You definitely still had a thing for bad boys...bad men to be more specific.

The evening had been going smoothly so far. It was a rare girl’s night out. An event that happened only once every five years when kids were shuttled off to babysitters or their fathers, and the women were able to enjoy an adult meal with adult beverages. Schedules between four busy women didn’t often align so when they did, you all jumped at the chance to indulge in the nightlife you’d left behind in your younger years.

You’d been the one to suggest the bar. It was a swanky, sophisticated space with an air of youth. The perfect mix for your outing. You’d been here only one other time.

With Rio.

Thinking of the man made heat pool low in your stomach, despite your lingering frustrations. It’d been two months since that shit show of a night at your house. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since. After that debacle, you blocked his number. As childish as it may have been, you were angry. Still were. And rightfully so. He’d been a complete dick. He’d chosen the most inopportune moment to make adjustments to your arrangement. He’d been careless in his deliverance, harsh even. The entire exchange had you questioning everything. And instead of analyzing the situation and communicating like adults, you’d decided to stop all interactions with him. You’d wanted to send a message. Just as he had with you.

After the argument, you’d been an anxious mess in the days leading up to the next drop. But it was all for nothing because Rio wasn’t there. And neither was the new contact he’d told you about. Instead, Mick was waiting for you and offering up no other information. And it’d been that way for two long months.

In the days since, your mind wandered to Rio often. Your body lingered on his phantom presence constantly. You replayed the conversation you’d had a million times over and each time it made deep fury spill over and mix with the lust still raging like white water rapids through your veins. You missed his touch. Missed his desire for you. Missed the way he made you feel, so supremely sexual and wanton. All things you’d been lacking in your marriage. And now they were suddenly hitting you square in the face and begging you to pay attention. Begging you to not lose the source of your sudden awakening.

You missed the toxicity of your interactions. You were two twisted souls fighting for control over a situation that belonged to neither of you. And in truth, the basis of your relationship with Rio was denial and attraction. It would continue to thrive on that as long as you both refused the obvious.

So maybe, just maybe you’d come to the bar in hopes of seeing him in order to test that theory. It was a slim chance he’d even be here, but you were just buzzed enough that you were willing to roll the dice and find out. Plus, your desire for him felt like an extension of your body at this point. You had to satiate it. Had to feed the raw passion that grew stronger each day without him. It demanded it. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. But your own hand didn’t ignite your body the same way his did, asshole or not.

“I’ll be back.” You called over the music, gesturing to the darkened hallway that predictably led to the bathrooms. Your friends nodded and went back to flirting with the handsome blue-eyed waiter.

You shot a meaningful glance in the direction of the bar. To the “hot stranger”. Whether or not he’d take the hint was on him.

You made it to the single-use bathroom easily. It wasn’t late enough for it to be crowded with the surge of a Saturday night crowd, but the place was still busy. You set your purse down on the sleek surface of the sink counter, admiring the emerald green tiles that paved the walls. The fixtures were brass and gleamed in the light of the vanity bulbs. It was a beautiful space. Carefully crafted for a magazine like Architectural Digest.

Your eyes swept over your reflection in the large mirror that sat over the sink. You made sure not a lash was out of place as you surveyed your appearance. You adjusted the low neckline of your yellow dress, the hue radiating more gold than you’d initially noticed. The silk material felt cool against your heated skin, the slit in the skirt offering some relief. The long sleeves of the garment added a sleekness to the otherwise risqué ensemble. You’d never worn the dress. But tonight seemed as good a time as any to debut it.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made you pause, eyes watching in the mirror for who entered. You wondered if it’d be him. Wondered if he ended up following you like you’d hoped.

Your stomach knotted when Rio stepped in, closing the door and locking it with a resounding click. He was stoic. Shrouded in black and looking every bit as menacing as he truly was. A sight for your sore eyes.

You turned to face him, your chest both tightening and expanding at seeing him in the flesh. He made your heart stutter and your spine tingle, yet irritation slowly seeped into your pores, reminding you of the last interaction you’d had with him. It was a clash of sensations and feelings. It was utter chaos. And it's what you’d been missing.

Silence hung in the air as his gaze roamed your figure, appraising you hungrily. You shivered, careful to hide the gesture from his intense stare. You schooled your features and angled your chin up in confidence that you weren’t entirely sure you felt. But you weren’t going to budge. You were going to make him come to you.

He was leaning up against the door, a barely there smirk adorning his lips. His scent began to eclipse the smell of vanilla soap that permeated the air. Your eyes wanted to roll back at the familiarity of it. It was soothing. A comfort to your deprived senses.

“You miss me, mama?”

That deep rasp made your panties soak immediately. It was a question he’d asked you many times in the past, but you’d never felt it as much as you did now. Because yeah, you did fucking miss him.

You stayed silent.

He chucked at your refusal to answer. “Still mad at me?”

Again you said nothing.

He licked his lips, eyeing yours as he did. “I tried calling.”

“I blocked your number.” You finally responded, voice icy and detached.

“Damn, that’s cold.” He said with an amused shake of his head and a laugh, the sound making your nipples harden in traitorous lust.

“Why? Did you need something?” You questioned coolly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your mounting arousal. Your thighs rubbed together, beginning to slid against each other as your arousal made itself known.

He stepped forward, heading in your direction with intent. You straightened your back, unwilling to let him get the upper hand on you. You knew what was going to happen. Knew where this was headed. So why not use it to your advantage? Why not toy with him for a change? He deserved it. 

You used the added height of your heels and eased yourself onto the countertop, parting your thighs slightly so that your dress fell between them. You leaned back on your hands, the chill of the marble countertop beneath you reminding you so much of that day in your kitchen.

Rio’s steps halted momentarily as he watched you, eyes zeroed in on the juncture between your thighs that was hidden behind the silk. Your pussy practically begged for his attention. Dared him to see your need through the fabric that shielded you.

You were still upset with him. Still displeased with the way he’d chosen to handle the situation and you. But more than anything you wanted him to succumb to you. You wanted to feel that thrill of having him at your mercy. So powerful, yet so fragile in the midst of his bliss. You wanted...no, needed him to wave his white flag first.

“Tell me then,” You began, slowly easing the hem of your dress up as you spoke. “Business or personal?” You questioned, wanting to know if he’d be truthful about why he’d tried to contact you.

He resumed his path towards you with a dangerous lick of his lips, but his gaze never faltered as it took in every new stretch of skin that was revealed. He tried to reach out and touch you, but you raised a heeled foot to his abdomen and stopped him, keeping him at a distance.

“Answer me.” You breathily demanded.

His face registered your words while his eyes took in the stretch of leg that kept him away. You eased the limb back down and waited for him to comply.

He decided to play along.

“Business.”

He continued walking when you didn’t stop him, standing between your legs and trailing his fingertips along the inside of them. His movements shifted your dress up even higher onto your thighs. The sensation would’ve tickled if you weren’t already deliriously turned on.

“Liar.” You accused, already feeling his warmth radiate onto you as he edged closer. His breath mingled with yours, mint and whiskey assaulting your nose.

“So are you.” He retorted, eyes planted firmly on your parted lips. He moved in until you were sure he could do nothing else but touch his mouth to yours. And yet you still weren’t going to meet him.

“So we’re both liars?” You asked, arching a brow up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded and swallowed, the tattoo splashed across his throat pulling your focus. You fell captive to his spell as you got lost in memories of licking and sucking the inked flesh, remembering the way he tasted on your tongue. The recollection caused your legs to widen and your back to arch into him, pushing your chest against his. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly that your pussy clenched around nothing, as if feeling him already deep inside you. It was a silent call to a lover. One he would never hear. But he’d feel it soon enough.

Your clit throbbed against your lace panties, aching to be assaulted by his talented fingers. With him so close you could feel just how badly you needed him inside you. It felt wrong for him not to be. Felt wrong to not have him share a pulse with you when he was this near. You were going to remedy that.

“Well then,” You whispered, leaning forward to hover over his lips. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom.”

His hands glided up your thighs while his nose skimmed along your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he maneuvered himself so that barely a sliver of air was left between you.

“So I won’t.” He lied in return, the words coating you like his cum had done numerous times before.

In an instant your lips were being pulled to his. His hands were suddenly everywhere and all at once, seeking out your flesh in desperation. It pleased you to know just how badly he needed you. How badly he craved you.

He slid you closer to him, letting your lace-covered lower half come into contact with his crotch. Ragged breaths and low hums filtered through the air as your bodies grinded against each other, seeking firm hands. You could feel him pressed against the zipper of his dark pants. He was hard. The notion made you moan into his mouth, scraping your nails over his scalp.

It was just like riding a bike. Except there was an added layer of intensity this time that hadn’t been there before. His touch burned hotter than usual. Your grew cunt wetter with every pass of his tongue along yours. They weren’t new sensations, but they felt different. Indescribable. Perhaps it was the public sex. Perhaps it was the underlying tension. Either way, it was remarkably explosive.

You pulled away from his insistent lips to take in air. He continued on, mouth moving over your neck and across your exposed cleavage. He nipped at the flesh, his lips sensuously soothing the area as he explored. You pushed into him in invitation, widening your legs so that he could press harder into you.

You waited for him to take the next step. Waited for him to escalate the moment into more than just heavy-petting and sloppy kisses. His hands, as if reading your mind, traveled up the skirt of your dress and found the edge of your panties. There was no hesitation or teasing in his movements as he roughly pulled them off, the elastic popping against your skin and making you cry out.

Rio licked at your neck in apology, his own hands now moving to his belt. You shifted closer to the ledge of the counter and followed the trail of heat that led to his pulsing cock. His flesh bumped against you, the feel of him hot and heavy along your soaked slit making you whimper.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he pushed forward and sheathed himself inside of you in one hard thrust. You gasped and tightened your legs around him, your right hand in search of something solid. It landed on the mirror behind you, your palm sticking to its cool surface as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

His facial hair scratched at your skin as he buried himself into your neck. He held your hips steady as he retreated and then plunged back into your welcoming walls, stretching you with a burn that made you hiss. Your pussy massaged his length with fervor, seducing him further inside and begging him to claim you once again.

You reached for anything you could to stabilize yourself as he fucked you into the reflective glass at your back. Moans and groans intertwined as your bodies rocked against each other. The soap dispenser fell into the sink with a loud clatter as you accidentally made contact with it. The stack of towels folded neatly near the faucet became disheveled as your ass knocked them out of place with the momentum from Rio’s cock. The entire vanity shook with each intensely thorough thrust of his hips into your womb. It was animalistic. The very epitome of what bathroom  sex in a bar should be.

No words were said. None were needed. Your actions led the conversation.

You squeezed your inner muscles around him, daring him to surrender before you. He twitched, his hips stuttering at the feel of you so tight and wet around him. He growled into your ear, a sure sign that he loved the gesture a little too much.

So you did it again.

“Stop that shit.” He grunted, hips picking up their pace.

“Cum.” You whispered in response, the demand disguised as a request.

“Fuck…” He groaned when you held him to you and clenched around him once more. You trapped him, giving him no choice but to experience your deliberate enticement. His fingers dug into your thighs almost painfully so, forcing you to wince.

He was close.

You reached between your bodies and massaged your clit, feeling your pussy react immediately. Sporadic tremors vibrated your walls and his cock, making both of you moan. Rio’s palm slammed into the mirror at your back as he rutted his hips harder into yours. He was rough and unforgiving, the aggression heightened by your disobedience. It had never quite been like this. There had always been a touch of softness, a soothing placation or word of encouragement. Not tonight. Not as he fucked you so hard you were sure the mirror was going to crack and rain down luminescent crystals of glass over you both.

You showed no mercy as you forced him to submit to you and your body. The precipice was there. It was within reach. You could feel that tightly wound coil ready to unravel. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Your mind was a prisoner to your pleasure. You thought of nothing but the sweet release that you knew was waiting for you. And it was. It was waiting for you with open arms as Rio finally came, triggering your own climax as he filled you so deliciously full of himself. His entire body tensed within you as he held you firm and painted your shuttering walls.

The familiar sensation only added to your high as your limbs tensed and loosened with each wave of euphoria that washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and catapulted through space as your body struggled to ground itself once again. Rio had gone rigid, letting you ride out your orgasm in peace as you suffocated his cock. His cum was already leaking from your walls before you’d even finished, a trail of him decorating your swollen pussy.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him staring back at you, his lips pulled into a lazy smirk. You mirrored his expression, releasing a breathless chuckle. Your body still hummed in excitement, but this time it was punctuated by the deep satisfaction that radiated from between your thighs.

“You good?” You teased, hands resting on his chest and feeling the rapid beats of his heart beginning to slow.

He laughed, the sound low and tinged with fatigue. “Yeah.”

He licked his lips and took in your disheveled state, gaze catching a glimpse of the lace bra you wore underneath.

“Let me drive you home.” He said suddenly, his arrogance alive and well.

It was on the tip of your tongue to deny him, but you chose not to.

“Sure.”

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The car ride was silent.

After your impromptu coupling in the bathroom, you’d made up an excuse about not feeling well to your friends and explained you’d already called an Uber. They were hesitant to let you leave alone, but somehow you’d persuaded them to stay and not follow you. You were sure the alcohol they’d consumed had something to do with it.

With hugs and promises of texts that everyone made it home safe at the end of the night, you departed from the bar with Rio in his Mercedes. He’d been driving for about ten minutes, the air not as tense as it’d once been. He seemed content to let the quiet linger, but you weren’t.

“What happened to the new guy?” You asked, glimpsing his face to gauge his reaction. It was dark in the vehicle, but you could still make out his silhouette amongst the various street lights.

He furrowed his brow and pouted his lips, confusion reading easily across his features.

“What new guy?”

“My new contact. The one I was supposed to have.”

“Didn’t work out. Mick has it handled.” He replied simply, gaze still trained on the road in front of him.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, the dryness in your tone letting him know you didn’t quite believe him.

He wordlessly turned onto your street and came to a stop alongside your driveway, putting the SUV in park. He angled his body to face you, trapping you in his stare.

“It was never about you.”

The question must’ve shown on your face because he continued.

“The switch. It wasn’t about you.”

“Wasn’t very convincing.” You deadpanned, scoffing as you played with the zipper of your clutch.

He didn’t react right away. Instead, he watched you. Watched you in that way that let you know his thoughts were as impure as the counterfeit money he produced.

“You look good in that dress.” He complimented, chin jutting out and gesturing to the fabric that adorned your body.

His praise made warmth bloom in your chest. The kind of warmth that was usually accompanied by butterflies in your stomach.

“Thanks.” You replied evenly, not letting him see just what his words did to you. Though you had a feeling he did, despite not bearing witness to it outright.

“Better without it.” He added with a slide of his wicked tongue across his bottom lip, his teeth following. The action was purposeful. Erotic. Blatant. It was all Rio.

You didn’t respond to his flirting. You only sighed, mirroring his position as you resigned yourself to have an honest conversation with the man.

“So,” You started, forcing your fingers to still. “What is it that you want?”

He eyed you for a long moment. Long enough that you started to feel self-conscious.

“You.”

You nodded, disappointed but not shocked by his reply. The word wasn’t new. Though it was lacking the hollow cockiness that usually accompanied it.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke up before you could.

“In whatever way you’ll let me have you.” He admitted.

The statement caught you off guard. He wasn’t trying to be cute or charming. He wasn’t being placating or condescending. He was being serious, the hardened intensity in his dark orbs softening to a tender resignation that you were sure matched yours.

“What about you? What do you want?” He repeated back to you, eyes narrowing as he waited.

You took a moment to observe him. Your eyes followed the arch of his brows and the sharp jut of his cheekbones. You studied the pout of his lower lip and his Adam's apple as it bobbed with his throat muscles. He was so many things to you. None of which you could put into words. You didn’t think a word had even been invented yet. It didn’t matter. You were both making your own rules. And it seemed, for once, that the both of you were on the same page and playing by the same rules.

“I want you to have me.” You confessed, meeting his gaze.

And there it was. He was resigned to having you in limited capacity. You were resigned to finally letting him have you. Two conclusions coming together at the same moment. You weren’t quite sure what that meant for you both, but it was a start. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the darkened cab, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You didn’t wait for him to react. You turned and opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He didn’t try to stop you. You rounded the front of the car, hearing the driver’s side window slide down.

“So I’ll see you next week?” Rio asked out the open window, chin resting in his hand.

“At the drop?”

He nodded.

You shook your head and laughed, though there was no real humor behind it.

“You wanna tell me again it wasn’t about me?” You challenged, a wide grin decorating your face.

He could deny it. He would probably try. But you knew the truth. And that was enough.

For now.

“Night.” He called, an amused upturn of his lips showing in the light of the full moon.

He turned to the street, starting the car as you walked up your driveway. His eyes followed you the whole way, ensuring you made it in safely.

You heard him drive away once you shut and locked the front door, your lungs releasing a long breath. You pulled out your cell phone and went to your blocked caller list. You selected Rio’s number and unblocked the listing, adrenaline releasing into your bloodstream as you did.

Almost immediately your screen lit up with a text.

Same time and place tomorrow?

You bit your lip, feelings akin to teenage infatuation bubbling to the surface. You hastily typed a response.

See you there.

The message was read immediately. 

Rio Tags:

@tomhardydallasstarsgirl​

[momochizoey]

A Scene from Getting Family Approval

I've been struggling with chapter 3 of Getting Family Approval (the combined Ursa/Iroh chapter) for months now, but I really wanted to write Something for the Ozai chapter which is set after that one and the Hakoda one, so I wrote this. Not sure yet if this will be part of the actual chapter when I get to it, or if it's just a different POV of what's happening there, but I hope you enjoy!

Ozai took a deep breath as he was led into the prison’s garden by his guards, enjoying the smell of the fresh air and the feeling of the sun on his skin. He might not have his inner flame anymore, but sometimes, in the heat of the sun, he could pretend.

Of course, unlike his old cell, this one had a window, so he wasn’t completely cut off from the sunlight, but it couldn’t compare to the direct feeling of the rays of Agni during his rare visit to the garden.

Watching my words when I speak to my daughter is a small price to pay to enjoy this, he thought.

Speaking of Azula, he wondered what the occasion was. Usually she came by once every six months, but it had barely been four months since her last visit.

There’d always be a low table set up in the garden, where they’d share tea and even some fried mochi with togarashi seasoning. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the fact that she remembered his favourite snack, and that she actually made sure to get him some even if it was only twice a year.

He’d asked her once, why she did all this. The nicer cell, the visits, the books (carefully selected and approved, but still). He knew he would not have done the same in her position.

“You’re a terrible person, dad,” she’d answered, looking him in the eye with a quiet intensity. “You used me and Zuko, you were a tyrant and you happily continued waging a war on the world we never should have fought in the first place, and I will never forgive you for it.” She’d sighed, then. “But you are still my father, and that means something to me, even if it doesn’t to you.”

They hadn’t spoken more during that visit after that, finishing their tea in silence. He still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Now, as he reached the table, he noted with surprise that his daughter wasn’t alone this time.

Seated next to her was a Water Tribesman. If he remembered correctly, it was the same boy who'd insulted him after his defeat, the one who’d masterminded the invasion during the eclipse.

Ozai couldn’t think of a single reason the boy could have to visit him. Probably not a social visit then. He sat down at the table, back straight, and greeted his daughter with a nod. “Good afternoon, Azula. This is a surprise. Zuko hasn’t changed the calendar, has he?”

Azula snorted, and the Water Tribesman coughed to hide a laugh, looking at Azula in disbelief as if he couldn’t believe Ozai was capable of making a joke.

“No dad, we’re here with a reason, actually.” Interesting, the use of ‘we’ meant the two had planned this together. As he took a sip of his tea he puzzled over what the two of them could have been doing that involved him of all people.

“Let me start with introductions. Sokka, this is my father, Ozai. Dad, this is Sokka, my fiancé.”

Ozai choked on his tea.

What?

[f1]

BEYOND THE GRID: Jan Magnussen on breaking Sennas records reaching F1 and what hed do differently

Jan Magnussen’s short-lived stint in F1 was something of an puzzle at the time. But now, almost 25 years on from his final race in the sport – which yielded his only points finish – the Dane tells the Beyond The Grid podcastwhy things didn’t click for him in Grand Prix racing, and how he’s using the lessons he learned to help son Kevin succeed today... Jan’s single-seater career started like a dream with victory in the prestigious Formula Ford Festival in 1992, a taster of British F3 the following year that yielded a podium in only his second race, then a full-time assault for 1993 that saw him rack up 14 wins from 18 races – eclipsing Ayrton Senna’s record of 12 in the process. Surely, the next step would be F1 stardom? Not quite, as it transpired, with Jan telling podcast host Tom Clarkson that something was missing from his apprenticeship: “I won a lot, but it didn’t really teach me how to fight for it. All the success in F3 went against me in the following years”. READ MORE: Kevin Magnussen and father Jan to compete in Gulf 12 Hours endurance race After a solid stand-in performance for unwell McLaren driver Mika Hakkinen at the 1995 Pacific Grand Prix, Jan secured his first full-time shot at F1 for the 1997 season, joining Jackie Stewart’s newly-launched operation a few years on from that dominant campaign with son Paul’s F3 outfit. What came next was a run of 23 races in midfield machinery that featured no fewer than 15 retirements, with Jan’s P6 finish at the 1998 Canadian Grand Prix marking his only point in his final F1 outing – Stewart opting to bring in Jos Verstappen as a replacement midway through the campaign. Candidly admitting that he did not fully understand the “enormity of the task” that faced him in F1, reaching the grid is nonetheless something Jan still feels “super proud of”, along with the successful career he has forged in endurance racing – which includes four class wins at the 24 Hours of Le Mans. Now, Jan is watching his son, Kevin, plot his own path to success in F1 via an impressive return with Haas for 2022. While Kevin has “done it his way”, Jan says he is more than happy to “watch from the side, giving him the advice I can give him” to avoid the pitfalls he once experienced. READ MORE: Magnussen says it’s been a ‘massive privilege’ to make F1 comeback as sitting on the sidelines ‘hurt’ Listen to a wide-ranging and fascinating Beyond The Grid interview with Jan Magnussen in the player above or head here to catch it on your preferred platform. And to listen to the stories of other F1 personalities, click here to explore the full back catalogue of Beyond The Grid, featuring a host of the sport’s stars from past and present. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Maniac [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the shopping district

Yui: ( ...This place has not changed at all. Although I suppose that only makes sense given we weren’t away for that long. )

( There don’t seem to be any rumors about wolves or such either. )

Shuu: Oi. Keep walking.

Yui: Ah, right.

( Somehow the roles are reversed for once... )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ...? What’s wrong?

Shuu: You just thought ‘I don’t want you to be the one telling me that’, didn’t you?

Yui: I-I didn’t!

Shuu: Heh...Not that it’d matter. Let’s go.

Yui: ( ...Thank god. Seems like Shuu-san is back to being his usual self too. )

ー Shuu starts walking away

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

Uhm, Shuu-san? Are we dropping by somewhere on the way home?

( He’s going into the wrong direction. I wonder where he’s headed? )

Shuu: You’ll find out if you follow me.

Yui: ...?

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Mukami manor

Yui: ( This is... )

Shuu: Let’s go inside.

Yui: Eh!? Shuu-san...!

ー They enter the manor

*Creaaaak*

*Thud*

Shuu: ...Nobody’s around.

Yui: Shuu-san, this is the Mukami’s residence...Right?

Shuu: Yeah.

Yui: Are you sure this is fine?

Shuu: Entering this place uninvited, you mean? I don’t see the problem. This place technically belongs to the Old Man after all. 

I assume the Mukami’s fled to the Demon World in fear of the Wolves as well. We’re lucky it’s currently empty. (1)

Yui: ...

Shuu: Don’t worry.

Unlike at the Demon World, the lunar eclipse has come to an end already here. Its effects on us species have faded as well so rest assured.

We’re borrowing this manor just in case. The Sakamaki manor is being sniffed out by those wolves after all.

 Yui: ( Shuu-san actually thought things through. )

( He makes a valid point...I might have gotten worried for nothing. )

Shuu: Hm...So this is what this house looks like.

Even though we’re all Vampires, our lives are so different. It feels odd.

Yui: ( The atmosphere is most definitely different from the Sakamaki’s place. How should I put it? You could say the mood is more light-hearted...Ah. )

ー She walks over to the wall

Yui: ( It’s a photograph of the four Mukami brothers...! )

( They really are close. It looks like a family picture... )

Shuu-san, look at thiー Wait, huh? Shuu-san?

( He vanished into thin air...Where could he have gone? )

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen

Shuu: ...

Yui: Ah, there he is. Shuu-san, so this is where you’ve been. 

( I wonder what he’s doing, staring at the shelf with silverware? ...Ah. )

They’ve got color-coded silverware. Since there’s four kinds in total, I suppose they all got matching ones?

Shuu: ...They’re matching as brothers?

Yui: Looks like it. They really are close-knit...

Shuu: Is this what you’d call...’a family’? 

Yui: Eh?

Shuu: Taking pictures while smiling or using matching plates and cutlery...Those are things I can’t even fathom happening over at our place.

Yui: ( I can’t imagine the Sakamaki’s doing that either... )

Shuu: I’ve always felt disconnected from the concept of ‘a family’.

Yui: That’s not true. You have plenty of brothers, don’t you?

Shuu: Too many. Besides...With the Old Man being the way he is, you can hardly call us an ideal family.

I won’t deny that I’ve always been surrounded by other people for as long as I can remember but...I’m a little reluctant whether or not I can call them ‘family’.

Just having someone there by your side doesn’t necessarily make you feel fulfilled after all.

Yui: ( Shuu-san... )

( Perhaps he actually often felt lonely? )

( Even if he was always surrounded by others, they only stuck to his side because he is the eldest son of the family...So he might have actually been ‘alone’ this whole time. )

Shuu: ...How about your place?

Yui: My home?

( It’s rare for him to ask about me. )

Shuu: I don’t understand very well, but as a human, you can probably grasp the concept of a family very well, no? 

Yui: I wonder...My family might be a little different from the average household as well.

Shuu: Is that so?

Yui: I was raised by a single father after all. Father is my only family.

Therefore, I don’t think I can confidently say ‘this is a family’. However...

I am certain that a close-knit family like the Mukami’s is what an ideal family should be like!

Shuu: Ideal, huh...? Do you feel envious of them?

Yui: Just a little. Me and Father were close too but sometimes I did feel lonely by the lack of any other family members as well.

Shuu: You are actually capable of feeling lonely too? I had no idea.

...No, I suppose I never attempted to see it. I figured there was no point.

Even though we’ve spent so much time together...

Yui: Shuu-san?

Shuu: ...Wanna try becoming a family?

Yui: Eh...!?

Shuu: As fellow strangers to the concept. Well, we’re just gonna play pretend, of course.

Yui: Ah, play pretend...

( He startled me...Because he suddenly dropped the word ‘family’... )

Shuu: It would be best to try it out before we actually do become one, right?

Yui: ...!

( When he suddenly says these kinds of things, it’s bad for my heart... (2) )

( ...But, if it’s with Shuu-san. )

( Exactly because we’ve both experienced loneliness before...It might be nice to try and make our own ideal family here. )

( It’s just the two of us after all. Even if we’re just pretending...As long as I’m with the person I love. )

Then, can I make just one request?

Shuu: What? Tell me.

Yui: I want plates and cups. Of course, matching ones. Is that okay?

Shuu: ...I don’t see why not?

Yui: Also let’s take a picture together too...What else?

Shuu: Sleep in the same bed, for example?

Yui: ...Can we?

Shuu: ...You’re weird today.

Yui: I mean...It’s a normal thing for family to do.

Let’s have our meals together too. It might not be bad to cook together every once in a while as well.

Shuu: ...

Yui: No?

Shuu: Oh well, why not? Even though it’s a drag. That’s what family does, no?

You can do as you wish. Whatever you desire, I do too.

Yui: Fufu, that sounds very family-like too. My family’s happiness is my happiness after all.

Shuu: I see. In that caseーー

ー Shuu moves closer

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!

Shuu: If I do something that makes me happy, it’ll please you too, no?

...Look my way.

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll suck my blood...? )

Shuu: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...A kiss instead of sucking my blood...? )

Shuu: ...Somebody seems disappointed.

Yui: I’m not disappointed or anythi...

Shuu: Just be honest. You were looking forward to having your blood sucked, didn’t you?

That’s why this doesn’t satisfy you...Nn...

*Smooch*

Shuu: ...So, how do you truly feel?

Yui: ...I don’t feel dissatisfied... 

When it’s you...I feel happy no matter what.

Shuu: ...Hah, you really are a natural at flipping my switch, aren’t you?

I was going to leave it at just a kiss, but I’ve changed my mind.

Show me your neck. I’ll live up to those expectations...and suck your blood.

Nn...!

ー Shuu bites her

Shuu: Nn, nn...Phew...

Yui: ...

Shuu: Hah...You’re making a great expression right now.

From here on out...I’ll please you in tons of ways.

My family’s happiness is my happiness, was it? ...Yui.

Nn...

*SCENE SHIFTS*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Sakamaki castle

Reiji: ...

Kanato: You’re still here, Reiji?

Why not give up already? They’re not coming back anyway.

Laito: Well, leaving Shuu aside, I do think losing Bitch-chan as well was a miscalculation on our part~

Reiji: My thoughts exactly. Why did she decide to chase after Shuu?

Shuu is to blame as well. We are being prompted to proceed with the preparations of the evening gala, yet, that good-for-nothing...

Now that it’s come to this, I shall take command and make the necessary prepaーー...

Laito: Speaking of which, where is Subaru-kun? I know that Ayato-kun can’t move just yet.

Kanato: He has isolated himself per usual. I assume he’s sulking because Yui-san is no longer around?

ー Subaru walks up to them

Subaru: ...Fuck off! Sulking, me!?

Laito: You’re so quick to react, Subaru-kun~ You must be dying from loneliness now that Bitch-chan’s gone, huh?

Subaru: Like I said, who are you callin’ lonely!? Imma fuckin’ end you!?

Reiji: Haah...Keep quiet, you lot!

...I suppose we have no other choice. We shall wait just a tad bit longer.

However, my patience is running thin. ...Shuu.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 助かる or ‘tasukaru’ literally means ‘to save’ or ‘to rescue’. However, the term ‘助かった’ or ‘sentence + が助かった’ is used to express relief or even gratitude towards a certain person or situation. In this case, the Mukami manor being empty works in favor of Shuu’s plan to hide there while the Wolves are possibly trailing them. 

(2) Technically Yui says she is ‘troubled’ by Shuu-san who will suddenly say those kinds of things. 

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[irondadfics]

I’m looking for fanfics where Peter is Tony’s biological child and he goes missing/gets kidnapped as a young child. He is raised by someone else and doesn’t know he’s Tony’s son. I’ve already read Lost Boy and Things I Almost Remember on archive of our own and I wanted to find stories with a similar plot.

WHEW! It’s kind of a long list, but we did our best finding several fics that feature both BioDad!Tony and Peter being kidnapped at a very young age. ENJOY!!

PETER IS TONY’S SON BUT THEY WERE SEPARATED WHEN PETER WAS A CHILD REC LIST

Lost Boy by winterda

Isaac Stark disappeared from a crowded park a few months shy of his third birthday. There were never any signs of him, and no arrest were ever made in connection to the case. It was as if the toddler had simply vanished off the face of the earth. Twelve years later, Peter Parker has a really bad day, which only get worse when his prints are put through the system.

Things I Almost Remember by IcedAquarius @icedaquarius31​

Peter's past is not as it appears. It all starts one day with a genetics project and slowly spirals into something Peter never could have imagined.

hydra's not a home by tempestaurora @tempestaurora​

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

If They Knew All About You by MsHermia

Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high. Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.

Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.

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This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I'm starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing. Other than that I'm not too concerned about sticking to every canon detail and storyline.

Finding Their Way Home by ElliahRose

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark went missing on a Tuesday. For months the entirety of the New York police department, as well as anyone else the Starks could convince to join, searched for the tot. He was only three when he was taken and for four months, two weeks, and four days, Tony Stark and Pepper Stark (nee Potts) worried and fretted over their beloved child.

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark was murdered on a Friday. A ransom call gone wrong spelt the end of the child’s life. The world grieved as the kidnappers gleefully told the devastated parents they’d find his body in the morning.

They never did.

Twelve years passed and the family was still grieving, and Tony Stark worked tirelessly to find his only child’s killer and gain justice for his son.

Meanwhile Peter Parker was having literally the worst day ever. He just wanted to help make the world a better place, but instead he got stabbed. That's just his luck, isn't it?

missing, presumed dead by hailingstars @hailing-stars

They hadn’t had a funeral for Peter.

There hadn’t been a casket or a service inside a church.

There had been, before Tony decided in his heart that Peter was gone, candlelight vigils and pleas on the media for whoever had taken him to bring him home. Neither of those did any good. Neither of those brought Peter home.

OR

Tony Stark's son gets kidnapped when he's two. Twelve years later he comes back.

I told you to be better (and you became the best) by HaruK

Tony was blessed with a healthy baby boy, and for once in his life, was actually happy. Until everything derailed and he had to send his son away to keep him safe, because those related to the Stark family, one of the worlds biggest and most targeted families in the black market, always end up hurt. With a new name and identity that Tony himself doesn't know, the young baby was wiped off the map, his existence erased, never to be heard of again. . Years later, Anti-hero Iron Man meets a local superhero vigilante and Tony becomes surprisingly close with young Peter Parker.

The Curly-Haired Boy In The Paper by Svn_f1ower @svn-f1ower​

When Tony sees the blurry, grey scale photograph of someone he thought he had lost years ago, he follows the trail to a newspaper company, to a hospital, to an adoption agency, to the police station and finally to May Parker's house.

hold him tight & don’t let go by jessicagoddamnjones @farremoved

Peter Stark went missing when he was four years old.

Eleven years later, he’s found.

Only now he’s Peter Parker by day, Spider-Man by night, and he doesn’t like the idea that his entire life is a lie.

Rise from the Ashes; Just to See You Again by Mintstream @iwritedumbshit​

Tony Stark didn't expect Mary Fitzpatrick, or the news she delivered. He didn't expect that he would become a father, or that he would actually enjoy it. He didn't expect Penny to love him just as fiercely as he did her.

He didn't expect to lose her so soon.

In the wake of the loss of his daughter he tried--tried to do right by her. He became Iron Man, he was an Avenger, he protected his world because he couldn't protect his daughter, but through it all, he hoped to be reunited with his daughter.

He didn't expect to be alive when he was.

AKA the biological daughter kidnapping AU no one asked for. Hope you read, and hope you enjoy.

Updates on Saturdays.

Coming Home by inkinmyheartandonthepage

AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

A Change In What We Knew by Imissyoutoo @imissyoutoo

Tony scoured the floor behind Steve as though his one-year-old son had somehow crawled to him, before finally, he looked up. The realisation dawned on him like an eclipse; the decaying darkness hiding the sun. Hiding his son. Because his boy wasn't there.

”Where is he? Steve? Where's my son Rogers?!” At only a year old, Tony Stark’s son is taken, leaving him shattered. Little does he know, his journey to find what is lost only begins twelve years later. In the most unlikely of places, and all because of two words.

”Hey kid.”

I Found You by honestchick

Tony had a son; he raised him for two years until someone kidnapped him. Tony was devastated and heartbroken. And who would have thought in Starks Expo, he’d be able to see his son once again?

move back home forever by chasingflower @evahmohns

The results say he’s not actually Peter Parker.

They say he’s Peter Stark. You know, the one who’s been missing for 10 years.

Yeah. He knows.

Soon You'll Get Better by lostinmorewaysthan1

Peter Stark was kidnapped. That was all anyone knew. He vanished into thin air, no traces left behind, when he was eight years old.

Six years later, on one of the final raids on the HYDRA bases, they find an enhanced assassin, with super strength and the ability to climb walls. No one imagined that it would be Peter. Least of all Tony.

With no memory and brainwashed by HYDRA, Peter Stark goes home and tries to recover.

Let This Road Be Mine by CommunicationFlail

Ten years ago, five year old Peter Stark disappeared. When the trail went cold, the case was closed. Now new evidence has been brought to light and Tony will stop at nothing to get his son back. No matter how many fakes he has to meet. His son is out there, and he will find him.

Return to me, the one I love so endlessly by SuperHeroTiger @superherotiger

James Edwin Stark was born on the 10th of August 2001, and for the first time in his life, Tony Stark cried tears of joy.

All the fears, all the dread that had once consumed his soul washed away with a single look at the baby’s gentle features, so familiar and yet so distinctly unique at the same time. Tony made many promises that day. Promises to love his son, to protect him, to always be there for him.

On the 10th of August 2002, James Edwin Stark was stolen in the middle of the night, and his father’s world came crashing down. Shattered and alone, Tony whispered the same promise he’d made to his son the day that he was born.

‘…My love for you is endless…’

Fourteen years later, hidden away from the world in a forest of pine, Peter Beck would dream of a day he might get to see the towering city of New York. And when a wounded stranger stumbles onto their property a week out from his birthday claiming to be a famous billionaire from New York, his dream might just come true.

Once Lost Now Found by FreckledAvenger11

Peter Parker was just trying to get used to life without his uncle. He wasn't expecting to find a familiar face in an article about Tony Stark's missing son. Follow Peter on his journey to discover just who he is. Is he Peter Parker? Is he Spider-Man? Or is he someone else entirely? Just who is he and what secrets died along with his parents in that plane crash?

So He Walks The World Alone by Miola014

This is a story 'bout a broken boy With his headphones in just to block out the noise Of everyone around him telling him the way to go So he walks the world alone Wondering if it gets better Or if he's always gonna feel empty forever So he gets lost tryna find another way back home As he walks the world alone

Or

The Kidnapped Peter Stark AU that I promised y'all!

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Eurydice (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Voice of Olympius by Apollo

Princess of Arcadia by the citizens of Arcadia

Eury by her family & close friends

Age- 19

Location- Arcadia, Olympius

Personality- Her on-stage persona is eccentric, bold, and visionary. Off the stage, she's the same friendly, bubbly creative young woman with an infectious laugh and thirst for life. She's single- stating that music is "my boyfriend, my lover, my husband, my best friend, and baby daddy!"

Eurydice is a popular musical act, a singer/rapper combo. Her music is a mashup of genres like pop, r&b, hip-hop, and pop rap. There's also hints of soul, synth pop, dancehall, reggae, & disco. She's currently being managed by Midas.

She's a dryad nymph, born and raised in Arcadia (with a middle class upbringing) to her parents Admetos & Desdemona (Mona for short). It's safe to say her love for music began in her mother's womb, who would constantly hum & sing great tales and legends.

As a small child Eurydice hated being in the dark & thunderstorms (and in essence the god & King Zeus). Being woken up by a storm or a strange noise from outside, she would tip toe into her parents' bedroom & climb into their bed. Her mom would stroke her hair- softly singing all the lullabies she knew until they both fell asleep.

To this day, she still has a great relationship with her parents. Her father (Eurydice nicknamed him "The Grillmeister") would throw barbecues every weekend like clockwork. She loves his pasta salad, fried chicken, & gyro hot dogs!

Her first real taste of music happened when she went along with her parents to an outdoor festival where they saw Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music) perform. Eurydice was 7. She remembers how intently he looked during his pan flute solo, like he was in his own private world. She first sang while hanging out with her parents at home during a lazy summer afternoon. Her father was idly playing his acoustic guitar, singing. She joined in & her father was taken aback by how seemingly perfect her pitch and timing was.

She has three childhood friends- two flower nymphs named Adamantia & Chrysanthi (Chrysa) and a fellow dryad nymph named Kairi. They all went to the same primary school & even took ballet classes together.

As a young girl, Eurydice began to develop her musical identity. First with ballet classes, then with playing the lyre and flute in her school's music class. After homework she would spend the rest of her night before bed writing rhymes & lyrics in her journal. Her musical tastes changed too- now being exposed to music by Apollo, M9, GA-zelle (her favorite rapper that just happens to be a dryad nymph), & Pale Blu (a pop singer who's a cloud nymph). She also traded in ballet for hip hop dance classes.

Her first "unofficial" official rap battle happened when she was 11. It was at a park near her school with the resident bully Alekos (who publicly humiliated her good friend Kairi at lunch). The rest of the kids declared Eurydice the winner with her verse!

When she turned fifteen, Eurydice performed at her school's talent show- a nearly stripped down version of M9's song "Diamond Memories", with just her voice & a lyre. Kairi (in the audience) recorded it on her phone and uploaded it onto PanopTube as well as her Fatestagram account. In just short of two days, it garnered millions of views. It eventually made its way to Apollo and The Muses. When Eurydice got home from dance class, she was nearly knocked unconscious seeing the god of music & the goddesses of the arts and sciences in her living room with her parents. To make a long story short, they offered her a record deal and she happily accepted!

Eurydice first started out as an opener for M9, Apollo, & Eclipse.

Her debut album Cinnamon was released to widespread acclaim. Critics took note of her light lyric soprano voice with a four-octave range.

She even got a five star review from the god Momus in Modern Olympus where he states her as "a skilled technical rapper with a strong melodic sense and a bold visual presence."

The greatest moment Eurydice remembers from her earlier career was when she won the Golden Laurel award for Best New Artist with GA-zelle presented the award to her.

Her other equally successful albums include Out of Space, Out of Mind (which has heavy afrobeat and r&b influences), EURY, Like Honey, and her latest release, kairi (named after her good friend) and heavily inspired by Eurydice's dryad culture!

A lot of Eurydice's stage outfits & costumes for shows and music videos are often designed by The Graces.

Her signature look includes her long painted nails, winged eyeliner, & long blondish-brownish micro braids. She's also a fan of wearing brightly colored wigs in different styles (which are made by Kairi).

Eurydice's personal favorite songs of hers include the ballad "Angel Tears", "Sweetener", "4 Arcadia", "Bee!Buzz!", "In My Feels", "3 AM", "Ultraviolence", and "Get High".

Many themes & sublects explored in her music include feminism, feminity, identity, anxiety, sexuality, troubled romantic relationships, youth, mortality, friendships, body positivity, and womanhood.

She has a huge fear of snakes. There have been times when she has experienced bad dreams of a large snake swallowing an oak tree whole.

She has one tattoo- of a watercolor style oak tree covering her entire back.

Her go-to drinks are the grasshopper & the japanese slipper (alcoholic drinks). She also likes almond amaretto black tea and chocolate banana milkshakes.

Eurydice is good friends with some of the gods & goddesses who are also musical acts as well as others in the music industry. This includes Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), M9 (The Muses), The Lucid Petals (Chloris & Antheia), The Gypsy Belles (The Seasonal Goddesses), Aoide (goddess of voice & song), and Dioscuri (Castor & Pollux)- with Eurydice being a featured artist on some of their songs!

She's also good friends with Naeus (god of weddings) and she's still friends with Kairi (hiring her to be her hairstylist), Adamantia, & Chrysanthi (she's the godmother to her newborn daughter).

Eurydice is also cool with one of her background dancers, Nerites. He even choreographed the routine for the music video for her song "Mmmm". She's been around another popular musical artist O,  but they just have a professional relationship.

Even though she states in interviews that she's single & not looking to be in a relationship, that doesn't stop the press from speculating about Eurydice's personal life. Like how the paparazzi photographed her leaving The Melody Lounge with Narcissus or how during the music video for The Lucid Petals' song "Utopia" (where she's a featured artist), there's a kiss shared between her and Antheia.

She never refuses to sign an autograph!

Despite her bold fashionable persona, in her personal life, Eurydice feels just as beautiful & confident wearing leggings, jeans, and oversized shirts.

A thing of hers that she was more than happy to splurge on is her ruby red Porsche sports car. She bought it after the release of her second album.

She credits her body not through traditional exercise (hates the gym), but through her performing & dancing.

Eurydice does eventually want to buy up some private land (about 10 or so acres), build a house & to have a farm with lots of animals- especially horses. Some locations she's been thinking about are Meteora, Agrinio, Samos, & Mykonos. She does eventually want to get married and have children. Eurydice always says she wants 5 kids.

Despite her great success & fame, she still resides in Arcadia (in a modest house), in the same neighborhood she grew up in. Eurydice loves helping out in her community. She hosts charity football (soccer) games every summer.

Some of her favorite foods include sweet & spicy jalapeño chips, her dad's gyro hot dogs, tiropita, and medium pepperoni pizzas (with extra pepperonis).

She has thirteen Golden Laurel awards!

In her free time, Eurydice likes to do things that everyone else likes to do- go out, shop, dine out, spend time with her family & friends, play video games. She once went bungee jumping with Kairi, Adamantia, & Chrysanthi as a dare!

"Most of us don't last forever, but music will continue to live on."

[zuzu-hotman]

Ready To Love [[Zuko]]

Pairing: Zuko x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angsty i guess

A/N: This is my first Zuko fic absolutely ever. It’s lengthy, it may have a second part. word vomit. oops.

“ Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ.”

It’s a little crazy to think how this all turned out. How this all started one way, turned upside down and then became something else entirely. Everything started off so innocently. So pure and easy to understand.

It goes like most romance tropes go- how cute little fairy-tales began. 

A little peasant girl and a little Prince boy.

Simple right? By fate they meet, and typically, should fate be nice, they grow together. They grow and learn to love- they learn to love one another.

Being in the Fire Nation clouded your judgement. You assumed you were on the right side of history- assumed what you were taught was correct. You felt safe in your ignorance. The war was just, Zuko had a loving home, you weren’t truly a peasant- you didn’t really have to meet him in secret because it might be seen as bad. It was just more fun that way. Everything was just more fun this way.

At least up until his Mother was made to leave.

Up until he was banished some time following that event. Could have been days- could have been months. You couldn’t recall- he’d started to morph into a stranger once that pillar in his life collapsed.

You just knew you heard his pleads as you hid in the crowd, silently begging for his Father to have mercy. You heard the screaming- you heard the decree that broe your young heart.

A second pillar crumbled-

He was shoved out- cast away, and his Uncle went with him. You received no farewell, you didn’t get to give a teary goodbye.

Zuko disappeared for three long years- almost four by the time you saw him again- somewhere you never truly expected to see him (though you had hoped some hushed conversations you overheard were true). You’d heard whispered rumors of him being a failure, of him being a wanted criminal for failing his Fathers insane demand. How was he to find the Avatar? What good would it bring?

In your time away from him, you had no where to hide. You had no one to talk nonsense to in the dead of night. No one to tear your thoughts away from the sad reality you had tried so hard to escape. The Fire Nation was not great. It was not respected. It was hated. Feared. You learned this on your own, but that is a story for another time.

His hair had grown some by the time you saw him. In the beautiful place of Ba Sing Se. He looked different- he looked better.

“Zuko..”, you had breathed when he’d been stunned to silence. Questions written all over his face. Why are you here? How have you been? How long have you been in the Earth kingdom? Does anyone know where you’re from?

“I’m.. visiting.”, you had lied to him. You had to- though he was your old friend, it was clear you both had changed. You weren’t sure if it would be okay to tell him. What would his thoughts be.. how would he think of you if he knew?

“Oh.”, he says, and you know he knows. “I’m visiting too.”, he says to you.

You know he’s lying. If not because of his work apron, as well as knowing his background. He was still banished- he now had a scar as well. Marred- a punishment not fit for any child- not even a grown man.

The silence is uncomfortable. What to say? Asking how he is might be odd- how good could he be? You wanted to know though. Had he made a life out here? Had he come to the realizations you did? What else had changed him?

“Ah, ___. So good to see and old welcoming face. You have been missed, dear.”, Iroh’s voice breaks through the thick tension. He airs it out nicely. 

“You know me?”, you ask, shock clear on your face. Of course you knew him- well, of him. Everyone in the Fire Nation did.

“Why wouldn’t I know the sweet little girl my Nephew went out to see almost every night as a young boy?”, he says, eyes crinkling with his mischievous smile.

“Uncle!”, Zuko hisses through gritted teeth, “That was such a long time ago! Why do you have to say it like that-”

“What? You act as though it’s been so long since you last wondered aloud of her wellbei-”

“Uncle!”

You shouldn’t have allowed your heart to flutter how it did. Shouldn’t have relished in the way his cheeks tinted in color and how he flustered the same way he had when you were younger. It wasn’t right to awaken what was laid to rest some years ago. You both are not the same- and you were not yet on a similar path.You didn’t know that though. You allowed your usual walls to fall so easily. You fell right back into step with him, as though no time had passed at all. For some few weeks it really felt like old times. It felt better than those times- you could see him during the day time. There was no sneaking, no worry of being caught. You had him all to yourself, no royal business to ruin anything. No training time- nothing.

You could be selfish and damn were you ever. Not only did you fall back into step with him, you did the same with your feelings. You basked in his small smiles- his little huffs of laughter. He fell in with you as well. He found someone- something, to sink into. Something to help him escape his own inner turmoil. He was still fighting a battle you didn’t know of. How could you know? He acted as though there was none. He laid back and stargazed with you as though he had not a single care in this world. Allowed his fingers to link with yours when he assumed you were asleep. He made it seem like.. like maybe fate was kind. Maybe she wanted you both to meet here- to regrow new roots in the Earth Kingdom. Maybe..

He still picked a side- one without you in it.

You had hoped he’d do better- you had hoped that him angrily admitting to you that he let the Avatars bison free, that he was done with this quest for his honor. That he’d found honor within himself- for himself. He could have lived his days with you- had a great time with his Uncle in that upper ring.  You both could have. What life might you have led, had your own fates not been woven into a larger story? You could have done so much with him, grown and learned so much..  He could have flourished- but apparently he saw otherwise.

Apparently fate was not kind. She was cruel to you- she let your heart be broken a second time.

“Aw, Zuzu.. Looks like your little peasant is even lower than I thought. How could you waste your time with a fraud?”, Azula questions, voice chilling in the underground chambers. “How did you hide right under our noses?”

Azula’s words did not hurt you. It was the way Zuko looked at you. As if you were some vile thing- the knife in his back. He looked at you like you were the one that chose wrong, like you had broken his heart. His silence spoke volumes.

Zuko had changed, but not the way you’d hoped. You hated that you were glad you didn’t tell him why you were in Ba Sing Se from the beginning. He wouldn’t have understood. He couldn’t grasp it.

Zuko hadn’t lost anyone to this war. He had his own war in his home but here? Here where the consequences were not just the loss of his birthright or his own honor? Where it was the loss of thousands of lives and cultures? He was blind to it all. Or he simply did not care.

He deemed his destiny to be hunting down and capturing the Avatar. For his nation.

You deemed yours to be on the Avatars side. Helping save everyone else- fighting with the gift your now late Father had given you. Your loss in this war began with him, and it ended with Zuko. Your gains had become this found gang of misfits- you had agreed to meet back up with them in time for the Eclipse. You had went separate ways after surviving the Serpents Pass. There was someone you hoped to find. You couldn’t have known it would have been better to just stay with them. Fate shoved you into them in Omashu for a reason.

You never did listen..

“You always did pick weird ones, Zuzu..”, Azula spoke again, nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t currently directing a mass of earthbenders to apprehend those who opposed her. “Mhm.. maybe I’ll allow her to be kept as a trophy? Or a pet. Do a trick!”

You expected the lightning bolt to be for you, you weren’t yet aware of Aang finally reaching the Avatar State. Seeing him be shot down- watching him fall- it was a horrific sight. Blood boiled in your very veins- maybe you were not fully of Fire Nation blood- your rage however? Far more violent than any siege the Fire Nation had made thus far- yet lives were still spared.

A sight he never forgot.

“Hello. Zuko here.”

A sight he vividly recalled when he saw you again. He knew the anger was not solely for your fallen friend- but for him. The one friend who should have always been on your side. He knew he was wrong. He knew he’d disappointed his Uncle. He knew he hurt you..

It was a slap to the face to watch you disregard him like he was not there. To hear you say you only knew him from the fight in  Ba Sing Se. To have you disregard every soft memory of you he held dear- ones dating back to childhood years, the only childhood he had was with you..

What of it now? Who was he now?

“ Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ?”

Part Two

[autolovecraft]

Would the firm Fenner casket have caved in so readily?

Birch was lax, insensitive, and was concerned only in getting the right coffin for the platform; for no sooner was his full bulk again upon it than the rotting lid gave way, jouncing him two feet down on a surface which even he did not heed the day at all; though ever afterward he refused to do anything of importance on that fateful sixth day of the week. Finally he decided to lay a base of three parallel with the wall, to place upon this two layers of two each, and upon these a single box to serve as the platform. I am no practiced teller of tales. That he was not an evil man. Then the doctor came with his medicine-case and asked crisp questions, and removed the patient's outer clothing, shoes, and socks. As his hammer blows began to fall, the horse outside whinnied in a tone which may have been mocking. It must have been midnight at least when Birch decided he could get through the transom. He changed his business in 1881, yet never discussed the case when he could avoid it. His head was broken in, and everything was tumbled about. Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who died years ago. The light was dim, but Birch's sight was good, and he planned to save the rejected specimen, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever. I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, just as I thought! To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the enlarged transom; but he could do better with four. He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul.

It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. He was a bachelor, wholly without relatives. His head was broken in, and everything was tumbled about. Certainly, the events of that evening greatly changed George Birch. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. The wounds—for both ankles were frightfully lacerated about the Achilles' tendons—seemed to puzzle the old physician greatly, and finally almost to frighten him. Birch glanced about for other possible points of escape. At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. Birch, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was. He could not walk, it appeared, and the emerging moon must have witnessed a horrible sight as he dragged his bleeding ankles toward the cemetery lodge; his fingers clawing the black mold in brainless haste, and his body responding with that maddening slowness from which one suffers when chased by the phantoms of nightmare. He worked largely by feeling now, since newly gathered clouds hid the moon; and though progress was still slow, he felt heartened at the extent of his encroachments on the top and bottom of the aperture, he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles.