#that's the devil talking!! you'll be out for four hours!!!

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 59 - Listen Up!! A Tale from the Past

[character-babblings]

mdni 18+ only

Eggsy, my beloved, who is such a freak.

- Eggsy who if you didn't know better was a borderline porn star before his current occupation. and he's a quick learner. very. quick. he's eager to please.

-now sometimes that means you and only you. sometimes, when you've been a fucking brat that means him and him only. because he holds a strict no brat policy in place.

-but that goes out the window almost because -you're his pillow princess! how could he ever deny you?! but don't get me wrong he still puts you in your place

-absolutely blowing your back out in doggie while shoving your head into a pillow, absolutely seeing red because you teased him around his coworker/friends

he's got a hand on your hip and a hand on the back of your neck and he is just positioning into you you'll for sure be developing bruises on your hip shortly. your eyes are rolled back into your head as he's going. "you think you can be a little fucking tease like that and not get your pussy destroyed?! do you have no thoughts in that little dumb head of yours girl? or are you too busy fucking drooling about my cock?" he's growling as the hand on your hip slams on to your ass cheek and he is fighting back demons trying not to moan between the ripple of your ass jiggling or the way your pussy clenched when his hand made contact.

his mind is running at a million miles. he just has to see his pretty girls face. she was so beautiful when she came. it made him want to just fuck your pussy full of his cum. he'd give you anything in the entire world for that look everyday for the rest of his life. he's so obsessed with his gorgeous girl.

"fuck can i cum in your pussy sweet girl. i'll sort you out in the morning but i'm begging you. you're so warm and right." hes beginning to babble. your four rounds have finally pushed him over the edge. "Just fucking love you so much pretty girl."

how could you ever refuse?! you don't. and before too long he's shooting inside you to the point it's dripping outside your pretty cunt.

-we all know he's an ass man. he loves to smack, kiss, and bite your cheeks. fight me on this.

-it just jiggles so deliciously!!!!!! it's hypnotizing. that and how beautiful with how perfect your personality is?! he's for sure been looking at wedding rings lowkey.

-he absolutely adores how sweet you are to him. you're such a good girl sometimes. sometimes is key because sometimes you just have to play with the devil you know what i mean.

- and the devil he becomes!!!!!!! edging you for hours and making fun of you for it. mocking how just hours ago you were mouthing off to him or flirting with someone else.

making you sit on your knees in front of him as he holds out his drink for you to grab. you hold your hand flat as he set it in your hand.

"if so much as a single drop hit the floor. you're not going to cum for the day. got it love?". waiting for your nod he stands up to retrieve a toy. and this fucking dickhead uses the rose toy. "spread your legs. don't make me say it again." he warned.

you're toast.

other times he's tenderly making sweet love to you. full missionary or mating press. moaning in your ear about how beautiful you are as he holds your face. talking about how good you feel and how you just are the love of his life.

ugh. i love u eggsy

[toa-arania]

I found Touhou on IMDB and then it got worse.

So there's a bit of a story behind this, as there should be with any post. I have spent the past *checks clock* fifteen minutes and counting losing my goddamn mind over this.

Touhou 1-11, including 7.5 but not 9.5 or 10.5 for some reason, are all on IMDB. This is not that strange, as many video games are listed there for their writing or voice credits. What's weird is how I discovered this. I heard a voice in, of all things, a four and a half hour video about the Lego Ninjago show and how badly it fumbles its women. One of the characters sounded a bit like Azula ATLA so I checked. It was not the same VA. Then I saw this.

And then I saw this.

Now the sharp-witted amongst you may have noticed the tiny little inconsistency that

TOUHOU DOES NOT HAVE VOICE ACTING

Touhou has never had voice acting, especially not back in 2003 when PCB came out. There's also the detail that Layla Prismriver does not appear in PCB, nor does she appear in any Touhou game outside of her mention in the character profile of the Prismrivers, which firmly establishes her as very dead and thusly incapable of speech. You'll be pleased to know that it continues to get worse.

This is not the plot of PCB. What the fuck do you mean only one of these heroines intends to stop it. The cast list is also fucking bizarre.

Merlin and Lunasa are here but fuck Lyrica I guess. Alice and Youmu are not credited and REIMU ISN'T HERE EITHER. Youki Konpaku is credited. Youki Konpaku is not in this game. The goddamn Saigyou Ayakashi (which is spelt disastrously wrong here of course) is given a voice credit. THAT IS A TREE. THAT IS A TREE THAT DOES NOT TALK IN A GAME THAT DOES NOT HAVE VOICE ACTING. I AM GOING INSANE. WHERE IS REIMU.

Now obviously what I did at this point is start checking the other ones, and th8, 9, and 10 don't really have much interesting going on other than a continued and bizarre lack of Reimu in all of them. 6, 7.5, and 11 however are all bizarre for fun new reasons. Let's start with Subterranean Animism and work backwards.

I was suspicious of the lack of images so I went to check all of their pages and they're mostly men as far as I can tell. Most of them are credited in a film called Sule, Ay Need You, which a brief google has only barely convinced me is a real film that exists in the first place. It has a wikipedia article in indonesian. One of them, however (the only one with a picture) has been in eleven million different things with reasonably big parts. I have no idea what's going on here. With the player character situation there are eight characters uncredited not including Koishi, who is also nowhere to be seen (which feels strangely appropriate) and Sanae who I remembered literally as I was typing this is in th11.

Moving on to Immaterial and Missing Power:

TGHAT'S REIMU

Also I'm pretty sure Meiling wasn't in IaMP? (According to a quick google she was added in a patch but not given a story mode). Anyway the sudden appearance of Reimu is the only real interesting thing here because random cast absences are just so commonplace now. Now lastly for the weird fucking pages we have the Embodiment of Scarlet Devil and oh wow this one is something else.

Where do I even begin. Reimu is gone again. Three separate people are credited as Remilia. Actually most characters are credited twice except for Marisa and Sakuya for some reason. Sometimes they specify (voice) and sometimes they just don't. Most characters have [Character Name] and [Character Name (Voice)] which implies that one person is doing mocap or operating a puppet or something while another voices them but then there's just Rumia and Rumia. Who voices Rumia. Remilia has three fucking credits. Marisa and Sakuya get to be normal people. Reimu and Patchouli are just fucking gone. What the hell is happening.

And now it gets stranger once again because I said th1-11 earlier, not th6-11. The PC-98 games are all here too. However. Those pages are all just. Normal. ZUN is credited as the writer. There are correct plot summaries. No voices are credited. The name format is even different (Touhou [Number] [Japanese name]: [English name] instead of just Touhou [Japanese name]: [English name]). They're far too good quality. It honestly feels like whoever uploaded the PC-98 games is a different person to whoever's been doing their bizarre uploads of the windows games.

Now at this point I was looking for other interesting stuff to add - IMDB has Did You Know segments that had fun little details about the games, which seemed to be accurate. It also has a More Like This section linking to the other pages and-

...

...

Luna Nights is here too.

...

LUNA NIGHTS ALSO DOESN'T HAVE VOICE ACTING!!!!!!!!

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.

It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.

But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.

He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.

Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.

Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.

Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.

Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.

Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.

Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.

Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.

Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.

"Munson?"

Speak of the devil.

Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.

It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.

Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.

"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.

"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.

Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.

Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.

"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.

"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.

"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"

Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".

Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.

"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"

"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.

From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.

"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"

Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.

"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"

It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.

Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.

Of all the stupid, stupid things--

"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.

Focus.

"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.

Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.

"Did you hit your head?"

Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.

But King-Steve is persistent.

"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.

Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.

A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.

"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"

They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.

Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.

He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.

"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".

Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.

"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".

And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.

Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.

"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.

Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"

And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.

"...do you need a ride?"

"Okay".

Part four up!

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[appleblueberry-pie]

I just read your fic and my brain went into thinking mode again :(

Reader just being wholesome with children. Like using Mayday as a therapy method for self-trust issues.. Def babysits May to trust herself with touching other people 😭❤

IT'S 3 AM HELP ME.

What Isn't There To Love About You?

im just writing these for pure amusement now. HATE being formal with my own writing and realized i can literally have fun.

"So, this was where he was last night." Miguel pulls up footage from last nights fail at capturing some random universe's villain. It wasn't that doing investigation work was boring or anything. It's just that it's been four hours trying to get to the bottom of this disappearance into some other universe. And then trying to find the probability of capturing this villain and the whole shazam. You don't know how Miguel did it. Maybe it was the 6 coffees he had in one day or the random sass and anger fueling him to keep running, but you weren't made out of whatever he was made out of.

You kept your stone face as you watched the footage and leaned forward to point out his glitches here and other possible universes that had a strange pop-up weirdo at around the same time frame. "...because right here..." You zoomed in and before you could further explain, a childish squeal broke you out of your trance. You and Miguel look up and see the beautiful baby girl that was Mayday hanging off of her few webs from above.

You dramatically gasped and called out to her. "Now, who left you here hanging unattended?? Who would do such a thing??" You playfully placed your hands on your hips and she babbled back at you, lighting up your clouded mind. Miguel rolls his eyes. "Actually, she's been there for about 30 minutes." He grumbles. You turn around to glare at him. "You let her stay up there for that long?" "She's a distraction."

You scoff and hold your arms out to her. She wastes no time in dropping down to you, letting you squeeze her like the teddy bear she was. "There's my favorite girl! How've you been?? Aww, look at your hair, you messed it up again. Where's that brush I had, Miguel??" You held her on one hip, bouncing her as you dig through the drawers to find the comb that was no longer in the room. "......." Miguel tries to slyly steal glances at you as you handle Mayday like she was your own child.

Your loud and bubbly talking to her eventually calm down to you holding her to your chest as you calmly talk to her. "I wonder how you'll be when you start school. You're already so smart, swinging around the place like it's nothing." You laugh to yourself and instead comb your fingers through her hair. It was honestly such a breath of fresh air compared to staring at screens at hours on end. You stop leaning on the desk and hum quietly to her, looking back over to the monitors, only to find Miguel staring down at you over his shoulder.

".....What?" He sighs and turns back around, typing again. "......it's her nap time." You raise your eyebrows and look down to actually see the girl falling asleep in your arms. You wonder why Peter left her unattended like this. Speaking of the devil, the man comes swinging onto the platform before you can go down and sees his daughter asleep. "Oh my god, Y/n, you are a lifesaver. I was looking for her everywhere. And you are a magician to get her asleep on time. She usually makes a fuss...." He goes on to talk for the next few minutes, not before shifting her into his arms to take her back to his universe.

This time, you couldn't really pay attention to his long speech, instead staring longingly at the girl asleep in his arms. When he leaves, Miguel is already leaning back on his work table, staring longingly at you. ".....I've always wanted a little girl." Miguel smiles at you and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. "Yeah? Serías una madre increíble." (You would be an amazing mother)

You smile at his words. "Me vuelves loco con lo talentoso que eres. Y verte así con ella me enloqueció. Déjame tenerte." He almost seemed to growl the words, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. He holds you tighter and trails his hands to where your zipper began. "Here?" Miguel groans at the fact that he's still at work and stops himself from unzipping you. He removes himself from you entirely to angrily type up another report and you instead stand behind him and rub his back. "That's okay, you can just show me how you feel when you get home." A growl erupts at his throat and you laugh. (You drive me crazy with how talented you are. And seeing you with her like that drove me wild. Let me have you.)

Miguel looks over his shoulder and down at you to glare into your mischievous eyes. "Watch that mouth." "I'm serious." Miguel doesn't like hiding from you. Seeing him stare down at you like you were a piece of meat made you look away and he curses under his breath. He hated how restricted he was to just sit with his cock hard until he had the option to leave. And how it seemed like you were free to torture him with your bratty attitude and beautiful face and body. He hates this and loves you. The only angel he'll let fall into his arms down from what he calls heaven.

[yandereunsolved]

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

cw(s): murder, drugging, obsessiveness, asphyxiation, thoughts/acts of sh

☾ James March who saw your aura in the color of gray and was immediately fascinated by your presence in his hotel. He's seen a handful of colors, even black— but this gray was something new. You are like a lost lamb that just needs his guidance. He only wishes to bring out your full potential. His hand aches to hold your own, just so he has a chance to feel your living pulse.

☾ Who watches you around the hotel. He purposely allows the ghosts to terrorize you to see how well you hold up. He won't allow them to kill you but you may leave with a few scars if you aren't skilled enough.

☾ Who invited you to a private dinner before you leave. He may or may not have definitely drugged so the food so you are a little loopy. What? He just needs to make sure that you listen to his message. He talks with you for hours and 'convinces' you to stay, or at least come back if you have other challenges responsibilities.

☾ Who demands that you eat every meal with him. He needs to make sure that you are eating correctly to ensure top performance. He really just wants to spend more time with you. He needs you to begin craving his attention and affection. It makes the entire process so much easier.

☾ Who guides you into picking out victims. He shows you the ropes, both figuratively and literally. Sometimes he tells you that he needs you to act with him. You'll both 'act' as if you are married to seduce couples and lost lambs into death. No one is allowed to touch you except him. If they try their death will come much quicker.

☾ Who asks you to pick out your favorite weapon. He goes into great detail about each one. He watches your face contort into furrowed contemplation. He feels himself growing fonder of your company. He can't wait to allow you a private torture chamber of your own, one day. Your willingness to please him only being another thing that intrigues him.

☾ Who asks the most intimate questions about you. He only wants to learn more about his protégé, and who he has to kill to make you his. Are you a virgin? How many exes do you have? What are your favorite positions? How much do you fancy killing people? What are your special interests? Are you attracted to men? What kind of men are you attracted to?

☾ Who nearly dies a second death when he sees your Devils Night costume. You dressed up as him! You even used make-up to recreate his neck slit. He wants to kill you right there. You would look so perfect to eternally mimic him.

☾ Who makes you watch his killings and take notes. It doesn't matter how he is killing them. He'll make you watch. If you close your eyes, he'll make you open them. He'll grab your chin and tilt it to look straight into your eyes. He'll make you drink the blood of his victims— bathe in it. It's like an aphrodisiac for him.

☾ Who wants you to own his hotel as the living owner. He doesn't want his hotel in danger of being destroyed or changed in a drastic way. He wants you owning his hotel as a symbolic gesture. A sign of his trust for you.

☾ Who chokes you and sloppily makes out with you after you kill your first person. He traps you against the wall and nearly makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He promises you more for each person you kill.

�� Who makes you sleep in room sixty-four. You aren't allowed any other room. That is the only room you are allowed to stay in. So what if he is watching you sleep? So what if he is watching you during your 'alone' time? So what? You are his protégé after all."

☾ Who makes that maid of his— Miss Evers is it? make sure all of your linens are extra clean. You have nothing that is ever dirty. All of your messes are cleaned up, even before his own. Miss Evers is immensely, violently, extraordinarily jealous of you. She does her best to sabotage you behind her masters back. James has more than just a few words to her about that.

☾ Who insists you have a title of your own. He is The 10 Comandment killer. What is your trauma? How are you going to fuel it into your gruesome killings?

☾ Who fuels your worst thoughts. No, not the self depreciating ones or the ones that make you harm yourself... yet. Never bad to keep those thoughts in his back pocket for if you disobey him, or he needs to manipulate you. He fuels those thoughts that you immediately push away. He fuels your anger, your anguish, your pain towards people.

☾ Who will make you hurt yourself and watch if you ever try to leave him/disobey/displease him. He can do it himself, but your punishment will end a lot sooner if you just do it yourself... and sob so loud that he can't hear his own thoughts.

☾ Who gets you to shed all of your electronics when you are with him. He supposes you can have those horrid things, but not when he is around. His handsomely talented protégé cannot be distracted by some electronic drivel! He will not allow it. You cannot get off that phone? He'll make you. Break it. Kiss you until you can only focus on him.

☾ Who carves his initials into you so that people know you are his. He really, really wants to carve them into your neck... but he realizes that would probably, most definitely, kill you. He settles between two different places. You can either have him carve them into your inner arm or your thigh. Tattooing is boring. Scarring is fun.

☾ Who treats you both as his equal and below him simultaneously. He respects you but you are like a baby bird just learning to fly. His hummingbird. Just don't leave the nest too soon. You could fail flying and break your neck. That would be a pity.

☾ Who is adamant that you are very careful when it comes to killing. He cares in his own twisted way. He was caught, his failed successors were caught. He does not want you caught. He wants you to infinitely succeed. He wants you to have a moderately normal life.

☾ Who will hold you too hard or choke you for so long so that he leaves bruises. He tells you that he is teaching you how to resist these things. He would never fully poison you though. Drug, yes. Poison, no. Why no poison? He sees poison as very un-gentleman-like. Poison is reserved for your worst enemies, not your successor.

☾ Who will randomly trauma dump the worst things that happened to him. Those moments are fleeting and scarce. However, they do happen. That is his sign of an ultimate reverence to you. He bares the scars in his soul to you. If you press him on it or even joke about it his walls will be back up. He'll kill twice as many people as he usually does just to exterminate that pesky emotion of hurt from his heart.

☾ James Patrick March who will always be there when you fall. Who will slaughter those in the village so only he can give you warmth.

[juneyjubilation]

Aki Hayakawa x AFAB!Reader

Background info: You’re a devil hunter in a different division than aki. You have been in a relationship with aki hayakawa, for years. You were injured on a job, but during the hospital stay after the attack you find out you are pregnant. 

. . .

You had been cooped up in a hospital bed for around four hours now, and you were still trying to process the news the nurse had delivered to you with such gentleness and care. The words had hit you like a freight train, leaving you reeling and disoriented.

"P-pregnant?" you had stammered, your mind struggling to comprehend the revelation. "But... how? We... we haven't... we're not even married!" The panic had gripped your heart, your breathing quickening as you tried to make sense of the impossible.

The nurse had smiled kindly, her expression understanding. "It happens sometimes, even without planning. And you're not alone. Many women find out they're pregnant unexpectedly."

You had nodded, but your mind was still racing, thoughts jumbled and chaotic. Devil hunters didn't have families, or so you thought. The life was too dangerous, too unpredictable. And yet, here you were, pregnant with Aki's child.

The nurse had patted your hand reassuringly. "You'll be okay. The doctors will monitor your health and the baby's. And you'll have plenty of time to adjust to the news."

You had nodded, but the motion felt hollow, the reality still sinking in. You were a devil hunter, and now you were pregnant. It was the last thing you expected, and yet, it was happening. And you had no idea how to handle it, no idea how to tell Aki.

. . .

You lay in your hospital bed, your body still healing from the wounds you'd sustained on your latest mission. The room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of the machines monitoring your vitals. You'd been through worse, but this time, you couldn't help but feel a new sense of vulnerability.

The door to your room opened, and in walked Aki, his stoic expression a familiar sight as he closed the door behind him. The lead of Public Safety Special Division Four was your partner, your lover, and your rock. His presence alone brought a sense of calm to your usually tumultuous life.

"Hey," he said softly, moving to your side. He took your hand, his grip strong and comforting. "How are you feeling?"

You smiled weakly, grateful for his concern. "Better, I think. The pain's subsiding."

Aki nodded, his gaze flicking to your bandages before returning to your face. He was always so attentive, his worry for you evident in every action. You loved that about him, the way he took care of you, even when it seemed like you were the one who usually had to protect him.

As Aki sat down in the chair beside your bed, you hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew you couldn't keep the news to yourself any longer. You owed it to Aki to be honest, to share this life-changing event with him.

"Aki," you began softly, your voice shaking. "There's something I need to tell you."

Aki's gaze met yours, his expression concerned but attentive. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I... I was examined earlier. The nurse said something... something about me being pregnant."

Aki's eyes widened in surprise, his stoic mask slipping for a moment before he composed himself. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.

You nodded, your heart in your throat. "I know, I know. We haven't talked about starting a family, and we're not married. But... it's real."

Aki's silence stretched on, his gaze locked onto your face as he processed the news. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the implications of this revelation weighing heavy on him.

Aki's eyes remained fixed on yours, his expression unreadable as he processed the information. The silence stretched on, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the machines around you.

Then, slowly, a smile began to form on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at you with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and wonder. "A child?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're going to have a child?"

You nodded, your heart swelling with love for this man who had just been dealt another blow by the world. Aki had lost so much - his parents, his little brother, so many comrades and friends. And yet, here he was, staring at you with a smile on his face, his eyes shining with hope and possibility.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks - Aki had been given a second chance, a chance to have a family again. And it was all because of you, because of this unexpected, unplanned pregnancy.

Aki's hand tightened around yours, his grip strong and reassuring. "A child," he repeated, his voice filled with wonder. "We're going to have a child."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for giving me this chance, for giving me a reason… a chance at a–..." he choked up, closing his eyes before he could say ‘a family’.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he held you.

Aki's worry and protectiveness resurfaced, instincts taking over as he pulled back to look at you, his expression a mix of love and pure stress and worry. "Hey, wait a second," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "You're hurt and in the hospital, and you're pregnant? Are-? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with love for Aki as he slipped back into his protective role. "I'm going to be okay," you reassured him, your voice steady. "The doctors have been monitoring me, and they've taken precautions to make sure both the baby and I are safe. The nurse said everything seems to be progressing well."

Aki's shoulders relaxed slightly, but his expression remained tense. "I should've been here," he admitted, his voice filled with self-reproach. "I always thought we had time, that we could plan this. But now... I should've been more attentive."

You reached up, placing your hand on his cheek, your eyes meeting his. "You couldn't have known... Hell, I didn't know," you reminded him, your voice gentle. "You're here now, and that's all that matters. We'll figure this out together, Aki."

Aki's expression softened, his features relaxing as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, his hand still holding yours tightly. "We'll be okay," he murmured, his voice shaky as he tried to convince himself of that. 

"We're okay," You whispered back, your heart filling with love and hope as you looked into his eyes. 

Together, you would navigate the unknown waters of parenthood, of being a family in a world that was often cruel and unforgiving. The two of you would face the challenges that lay ahead, ready to embrace the future and build a family, a life that was yours and yours alone. The world outside the hospital room might be chaotic, but within the confines of those walls, there was peace, and there was love. And in the end, that's all that truly mattered.

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Six Years

Vi wrestles with the realization of how much her sister has changed—and how many unwanted parallels she sees between Silco and their father. From a work-in-progress set after heron blue.

In some ways, she was still so familiar. Her perpetual nest of a living condition and geriatric sense of humor; her inability (refusal) to tend to her hair, herself. Yet, in so many ways, she's nothing like the girl Vi remembers. 

A shell. A stranger.

Jinx—a name that doesn't belong to her sister, that christens a girl who spits at the name Powder; whose body bares sinew and steel, wears yellowed stains at her chipped fingernails and speaks a drawl decades beyond her years—isn't a child, anymore. 

Eleven years, enmeshed in each others' days and nights; eleven, that Vi had always been with her. 

Powder's rock and shield. Powder's everything.  

Then the cannery had happened. Stillwater had happened. That monster had happened—

A monster whose gait she could pick out from a crowd: hears prowling over the floors now, above the jukebox and the metal tickings and her sister's self-directed rambling—a heavy-heeled th-thumping up the varnished steps, his coat a devil's whisper against the walls.

Vi steels herself. Beside her, Jinx prattles on. 

"Y'ever thought of fighting in a ring, sis?"

Th-thump, th-thumping over the dark floors.  

"You'd be the scrappiest scrapper in the Underground. Bet they'd call ya the Red Devil—or Lead Lettie—or Sourmouth Suckerpunch—"

She stares, unblinking, plastic squeezed beneath her thumb. Through the sliver of her sister's cracked door, a polish-slick boot wades through the shadows. Stills.  

"What you really need," Jinx says, with a lax crook of her screwdriver, "is a pair of Vandie's old gauntlets—that'll set'em right."

Vi swallows. The hall's dark devours the wraith on the other side of the door: shrouds all but the unearthly cat's-eye that tips over the leather at his shoulder, burning like a funeral pyre over a rotting corpse. 

"Yeah," she says, stiffly. Comb-teeth bite into her palm. "That's all I need."

His stare lingers—three-four-five beats—before it flits to the floor, trails over the blue tangled within her fingers, traces its mess back to the girl lounged beside her. Jinx stays worlds away in her tinkering, head lolled against the floor. She wrenches another screw into place.

"It's late," Jinx huffs, without needing a glance. "I know."

Silence, for a moment. Then Silco agrees, "It's late, indeed."

Jinx scowls. "One'ta talk."

If the shadows weren't playing a trick on her, Vi might have thought he'd smirked. But that bastard never smiled—never did anything but glare over his paperwork, around the vile plumes of his cigars: eyeing her hyena of a sister like a stray in need of a meal, and Vi like a bull ready to charge. 

Signing a blood-pact to his enterprise (their city's scheme for fiscal independence; her sister's unfathomable choice for a homestead) had done nothing in the way of trust. He'd taken an overseer's scrutiny to her, from the day she'd put her name in ink: a dead-eyed panopticon hounding her every waking hour, as though she'd never left that molding cell.

On one hand, a part of her reasoned, he had a right—sizing up her methods, as he would any new recruit; strategizing where best to slot her in the arteries of a drug-machine already years on the march. A more cynical thread knew he was laying his cards flat and playing the long game. Slouching back, idly, with eyes unblinking, to find any reason to put her under his heel.

She stares at the unmarred side of his face: a dim halo in a coal-blackened sea.

Eleven years that she'd been with Powder.

Six—nearly seven, now—that Jinx has had this snake at her side.

From the doorway, his shadow gravels, "I take it you'll be off soon." 

"Soon as the bell chimes." Jinx flits her wrist, pinkie-promise. "Not a rhyme later—cross my hearts and hope to snore."

Silco makes a low chuff at that: strange, quiet, bemused. A not-quite laugh, like Dad used to do. 

For a moment, a breath tangled in her throat, Vi sees him. 

He was tower of a man, thin as a string. His voice itched with smoke-pocked lungs and dreams that glittered like the stars. He kept chewing tobacco sweetened with cinnamon under his tongue, and he wore the mines on his clothes; gave hugs that made one's soul feel like it'd been wrapped in down-feathers; made the moonlight seem like nothing more than hand-sculpted glass: some beautiful thing he'd spooled on a thread and hung up there for all to see.

He'd been everything to her—her image of whistle-toothed optimism, her laughter, her guiding light—until he wasn't.

Freckles smattering her cheeks, her unruly hair the color of redmilk tea, a younger version of herself had shrieked over the idea of having to share her plates, pillows, toys with some snot-nosed little girl—a blue-haired, rambunctious, wailing thing—a sister. She'd stomped her feet and thrown fits over it. Told Dad, flat out: I don't wanna have her!

He'd stood slouched over her, hands bracketed at his thin waist, a glitter in his pale eyes, and chuffed. You'll do great, Lettie. His smile always pulled a touch crooked at one corner: a sincerity that, without fail, made her believe him. 

She'd always believed him, then. 

She was too young, too naïve not to.

Staring into an empty threshold, into a shadowed hall, a ghost of footsteps thudding down the dark floors, Vi fights to forget their father's voice. To block out the echo of a rasp no part of her wants to compare to it. To ignore the remnants of smoke on the air—tower of a man, thin as a string, heels heavy-footed from those damn mines—that belonged to a man she'd sooner wring the neck of. Wouldn't dare put in the same vein of everything their father was.

(Complicated. Self-loathing. Hellishly tempered. Kind.)

[coconut-dreamz]

you belong with me- neteyam sully

characters: modern! neteyam (18) x f!reader (18), kiri sully (17) , tsireya (17) , lo'ak sully (17), ao'nung (18), neytiri and jake sully

warnings: its a little angsty i suppose, kissing

word count: 8.7k

genre: modern au, highschool au, kinda fluffy ish, kinda angsty ish

a/n: this is my first time posting i hope it doesn't completely suck ! based off you belong with me by taylor swift if you couldn't tell from the title. the ending kinda sucks and i lowkey hate it but, i hope you all enjoy !! <333

i was laying on neteyam's floor while he was sprawled out on his bed, the both of us were scrolling on our phones, sending each other tiktoks. "i don't understand how you two call this hanging out. you're not even talking to each other." mr. sully, er, jake states from the doorway. "we are talking," i pipe up, putting my phone down looking up at the older man. he walks in and takes a seat at the edge of the bed. "kids these days," he says to no one in particular. 

this makes me and neteyam look at each other with matching grins on our faces. "your mom sent me up here to tell you two to come help set up for dinner. i assume you'll be staying over again y/n?" jake asks with a look towards me, all i do is nod and smile. the sully's know me so well, probably better than my own parents at this point. "soon enough your parents are gonna have to start sending me a check for how much i feed you." jake jokes with a smile, "i'll let them know." i return the smile, the three of us head out of neteyam's room. he and i walk down the stairs as jake continues down the hall to get the other sully kids. 

the two of us make our way to the kitchen where neytiri was chopping up some lettuce, for one of her salads no doubt. neytiri was currently in her almond mom era and the house was now and ingredient only house. though, that didn't stop lo'ak from having a large stash of takis and hot cheetos under his bed. neytiri would have a heart attack no doubt if she were ever to step into the warzone he called his bedroom.  jake had once called lo'ak's room worse than anything he had seen before, and that was a lot coming from a literal marine.

neteyam walks ahead and stops on the other side of the kitchen island, facing his mom. "hey mom, what can we help you with?" neteyam asks, always the golden child. "one of you can set the table and the other can help me mix the salad dressing." i make a move towards the counter and begin grabbing the vinegar and olive oil, not wanting to set the table. "ugh, you devil." neteyam mutters out when i beat him there. i stick my tongue out and point towards the table he had to now set. "why is it always the two of us helping? you have three other children mom." neteyam complains to his mother. "tuk is too young, and you know how the other two are." all neteyam does is sigh in response. 

he was well aware of how lazy kiri and lo'ak were when it came to helping with dinner. all those two wanted to do was come down and eat and then go back to their rooms. "is spider here?" he asks his mother, the two of us had been in his room for hours, totally unaware of anything going on outside of the four walls of his room. "unfortunately, you know how he follows kiri around like a lost dog," his mother responds, her distaste for the young boy was evident. all i could do was chuckle as i added a little more honey to the vinaigrette. soon, the salad is tossed together, the table is set and the other sully kids come running down the stairs at the scent of the finished dinner. 

after dinner is finished i gather my things from neteyam's room and make my way to the front door. as i'm putting my shoes on, mr sully stops me. "you're not sleeping over?' he questions from the couch in the living room. "no, not tonight. my parents complained that they haven't seen me all week. so, i'm going to sleep at home tonight. but, i'll be back in the morning mr sully. don't you worry, can't get rid of me that easily!" i tease with a grin which he returns. i hug neteyam and he opens the door for me. "bye neteyam, call me." "bye y/n text me when you're home," he responds with a gentle smile. "bye mr sully, bye mrs sully!" i shout as i open their front door. "it's just jake and neytiri!" jake shouts back before the door shuts. 

i enter my car that had it's own spot in the sullys' huge driveway. before i can shift my car into reverse, i get a call from neteyam. "was waiting a few minutes for me to get home too much for you?" i tease after hitting accept. i pull my car out of the driveway and start driving towards my house. "yes, it was. it's so boring without you here. we haven't spent a night apart all week." he complains with a groan, i could tell he had just flopped on his bed. "you should've come to spend the night at my house then, if you just can't live without me." i tease him some more. "but your bed isn't as comfy as mine." he continues to complain. "i don't know why that matters, i make you sleep on the floor anyways. my bed hasn't fit the two of us since you were well below 6 feet." i mention making a left turn. 

"hmm, you're right. maybe i should enjoy a night where i get my whole bed to myself. haven't had that in awhile." "whatever neteyam, shouldn't you be showering? it's past your usual showering time." i hear some shuffling on the other end, he's probably gonna shower now since i mentioned it. i open my garage door and slowly enter, i park the car and turn it off. "i'm home now." i notify him, walking into the house and taking off my shoes. judging by the darkness of the house, i can tell my parents have gone to bed early. "i'm glad. i do need to shower now. i'll text you when i'm done." "later," i bid him goodbye before he ends the call. i decide i should shower too, finally being able to shower in a girl bathroom. 

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kiri, tsireya and i were at the mall together, shopping for back to school clothes. "tsireya, what about this?" kiri suggests, holding up a green baby tee. "hmm, it's cute! but, green isn't really my color. it'd look great on y/n though!" tsireya exclaims after examining the shirt. kiri shows it to me and i decide that tsireya was right and take it from kiri. the three of us continue to look through the racks of clothing inside the store. "ugh, i'm pooped. that was a lot of shopping." kiri announces as she collapse in the backseat of tsireya's jeep. "me too, i do all my shopping online these days. i forgot how much work shopping in store is." i agree with kiri, we had only been shopping for an hour or two. 

tsireya drives us to the nearby smoothie bowl place. we all sit down at a table outside with our bowls, ready to catch up and gossip. "who are you guys planning on going to homecoming with next month?" kiri asks as she takes a big bite of her bowl. "well, obviously lo'ak is gonna take tsireya and spider is gonna take you." i answer in a teasing tone, this causes the two girls to blush. "what about you y/n? is neteyam gonna take you?" tsireya asks with a grin. the two girls were always going on about how me and neteyam were totally in love with each other and were gonna get married and have a million babies together. "i mean we'll probably go as friends. we go as friends every year" i answer with a shrug of my shoulders. 

it was true, neteyam and i had been each other's homecoming and prom date since freshman year. "well of course he's gonna take you! but maybe this year he'll finally confess that he's madly in love with you." kiri exclaims with excitement and a hint of dramatics. i take a bite of the smoothie bowl that had now began to melt in the summer heat. "i don't know what you two are going on about. neteyam and i are nothing but friends. we've been friends since we were in diapers." i deflect their accusations that we were madly in love with each other, i look down at my bowl. "c'mon what best friends sleep over in each others BEDS every night and spend every moment together." tsireya points out, she did have a point. but there was nothing romantic going on between us, we were just best friends. "i haven't slept over or even hung out with him this week." i argue, trying to make a case against them. 

i look back down at my bowl and played around with its contents. "that's only because he has football camp this week. otherwise you wouldn't be here being interrogated by us, you'd most definitely be in his room with him right now!" kiri brings up the real reason we hadn't spent anytime together this week. and she was 100% right. whenever neteyam had his training camps i would spend my time with the girls instead. "fine, you're right. can we talk about something else now? did you know your brother has yet another girlfriend?" i relent before looking over at tsireya, the question directed towards her.

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soon enough it was the week before school started, which meant that football camp was over. i texted neteyam, hoping to finally spend some time with him. i reread the text over and over again. date? he was going on a date? with who? he didn't tell me he was talking to anyone. i text the group chat with kiri and tsireya to invite them to the gym with me, i really needed to go now. i pull up to the sully's house and text kiri that i was here. i scrolled through my phone waiting for her to come out. she climbs into the passenger seat and i quickly pull out, trying to avoid seeing neteyam. 

i turn left and exit the neighborhood, speeding up. "kiri, did you know your brother is going on a date today?" i question her, looking straight ahead. "i mean lo'ak and tsireya go on a date like everyday, it's nothing new." she answers as she continues texting. "no, not lo'ak. neteyam. he told me he was going on a brunch date with someone." i explain as i stop at a red light, finally looking over at her. a look of shock washes over her previously neutral face. "what?! with who?" she shouts, putting down her phone immediately to look at me. "i don't know, but i asked him to go to the gym with me this morning but he said he was going on a brunch date. i didn't even know he was talking to anyone..." i say the last sentence quietly, looking forward again, noticing the light was now green. kiri notices the sadness in my eyes and puts her hand on my right shoulder, rubbing it calmingly. "oh, honey." is all she can say with a look of pity in her eyes. 

i shake it off and give her a small smile, "it's okay, we're just friends anyways." i pull up to tsireya's driveway and she makes her way out from the house. "hey guys!" she greets us with a warm smile. "woah, what happened? the vibes are off." she immediately notices and points out the sad environment that engulfed my car. "neteyam is going on a date with some girl." kiri explains and tsireya immediately understands and gives me a look similar to the one kiri gave me. the rest of the ride to the gym is relatively quiet, except for the music coming from the speakers. 

the gym session was exceptionally hard today. i had went a lot harder than i usually did, needing to let out the emotions i was feeling after hearing the news about neteyam's date. i had spent many years denying it, but i think i really did have feelings for neteyam. too little too late it seems. now, that he's dating someone else. after the gym we decide to go to the nearby brunch spot. we walk into the place and immediately i notice in the corner is neteyam, and georgia. oh, georgia. the girls notice shortly after i do and grab me and bring me to the side. "are you sure you wanna eat here?" tsireya asks with a sympathetic look on her face. "actually, i'm not that hungry. let's just get smoothie bowls." kiri suggests and i simply nod. the three of us leave and walk down the street to the smoothie bowl place.

i just go through the motions, my thought were running. why was neteyam on a date with georgia. he knew how i felt about her. he was my best friend, he knew me better than anyone in the world. how could he do this? after all she had put me through in middle school, how could he go on a date with her? i asked myself. what was so great about georgia? was she better than me? why wasn't that me sitting in that booth with neteyam laughing at his dumb jokes, why was it her? "y/n? are you good hun?" kiri asks, snapping her fingers in front of my face. she literally snapped me out of my thoughts. "huh? oh, yeah, i guess." i answer quietly, not looking up at either one of them. i can't finish my smoothie bowl, not having an appetite after seeing that. 

we're not there for much longer before i drop the girls off. "here, give this to ao'nung. i don't want it anymore, i know he likes them," i hand tsireya the smoothie bowl i had gotten, she takes it and gives me a hug and a soft smile before leaving the car. "do you want me to come over? we can watch rom coms together?" kiri suggests as we leave tsireya's driveway. "maybe tomorrow, i just wanna wallow in self pity for a little today." i answer and kiri just nods with a smile. i drop kiri off, "tell tuk i said hi," and kiri nods before giving me a hug and leaving the car. i make sure she gets inside before i head home.

once i arrive home, i change into pjs and collapse on the bed. it was time to wallow in self-pity. i laid in bed watching grey's anatomy all day and i guess at some point i fell asleep because next thing i know, i'm getting a phone call. i pick it up and hit answer, not bothering to look at the caller id. "hello?" i answer groggily. "y/n! i've been trying to text you. i thought we were gonna go to the gym together." neteyam's concerned voice fills the silence of my bedroom. 

huh, i guess it must've been morning. i didn't even realize i was sleeping for that long. "oh, right. sorry, kiri and tsireya went a little too hard yesterday so i passed out. i guess i forgot." i answer, sitting up. "no worries, i just thought you were dead cause you're always on your phone. i thought it was weird you weren't responding. but are you still up to go to the gym with me?" he asks his voice now calmer since it was confirmed i wasn't dead. i contemplate the idea of going to the gym and seeing neteyam, "hmm, naur. i'm sore from yesterday. another time." i answer him, he sighs in response. "fine, let's get lunch then. i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever." at this i smile. 

my feelings for him might be one sided, but at least he felt the same way about being separated. "sure! as long as you pay." i tease with a smile. "you know i always do," he sighs with a fake annoyed tone, but i could hear the smile in his voice. "alright sounds good, are you driving or should i?" i ask him, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to get ready. "i'll drive, i don't like the speed at which you drive." he answers with a laugh. "hey, i drive at a normal speed."i defend myself with a scoff. "normal for a demon maybe. i'll see you in 20 okay?" "okay, bye nete." i bid him goodbye with a gentle smile, "bye, love." he ends the call, my heart was beating out of my chest. i loved it when he called me love. 

i quickly get to work, brushing my teeth, washing my face and doing skincare. i apply a little bit of makeup and throw on random casual outfit, before long i hear the honk of a familiar horn. i make my way down the stairs and slip on some shoes before walking out the front and get into his car. "hey nete, long time no see!" i greet with a hug which he returns. ah, his hugs were always the best. "hey, what do you wanna get for lunch?" he asks looking at me, waiting for a response. "hmm, anything's fine. you can choose, surprise me." i respond to him before turning and putting on the seatbelt. 

neteyam just nods in response and begins to drive off towards the restaurant he had in mind. we pull up to our favorite restaurant, the one we always went to together. "you read my mind." i comment as i unbuckle the seat belt and climb out the car. he opens the door for me and we both head in. the hostess recognizes us, immediately bringing us to a table by the window, the one we always sat at. 

we didn't even need to look at the menu at this point, we'd tried everything on the menu by now. after the waitress takes our orders, i put my hands on the table and look at neteyam. "so, what's new?" i ask, leaning my head in my head. "not much, i just had football camp. and that was hell, but it always is. it was my last one, so it was bittersweet. it's hard to believe we're entering our senior year now." he breathes out a gentle smile on his face as he looked at me. 

he looked so beautiful, the sun shone on his face so perfectly. how did i not realize just how in love with him i was before. "yeah, it's crazy. in just a month is our last homecoming ever." i state, and then it really hits me. this was my last year with neteyam, who knows where we're gonna go to school next year. he probably has like a million offers from d1 schools for countless sports, not to mention he was so smart. it was likely we weren't gonna go to school together or even close to each other.

neteyam notices the change in my features, this concerns him. "what's wrong? what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" neteyam voices his concern for me. "i was just thinking about how next year we're gonna be in college and how we don't know if we'll be going to the same school or not." i explain to him, sadness overcoming me. "what if we're not as close as we are now?" i continue, looking up at him hoping to find some reassurance. "don't even worry about that. we will always be close. you're my best friend, i'd be lost without you by my side. i'm not gonna let the fact that we won't be living down the street from each other change that." he laughs, grabbing my hand and holding it. this causes a wave of calm to wash over me. 

i felt a lot better knowing he wouldn't let us drift apart no matter how far away we are physically. "wow, i feel a lot better now. is there anything else new with you?" a smile makes its way onto my face. "uh, yeah actually. i have a girlfriend now." neteyam lets out, a little apprehensively. "wow, that sounds so weird. i have a girlfriend. i guess i hadn't said that out loud yet." hearing this, my smile falters. i try to keep it up as not to let neteyam notice, but he's too preoccupied thinking about his new girlfriend to notice. "that's great! is it the date you had yesterday?" i ask with fake enthusiasm.

so much for feeling better i guess. "yeah, it's georgia. you remember georgia right?" he asks all of a sudden unaware of my history with that state and how she bullied me all throughout middle school. how could he forget what she did to me? i cried to him every single day back then. maybe he got tackled a couple times too many during camp. "oh yeah! when'd you start dating?" i ask all these questions i didn't really want to know the answer to. "i officially asked her yesterday, but we went on a few dates the past few weeks." why didn't he tell me about any of this? were we not as close as i thought we were? i told him everything, and i thought he would do the same. 

neteyam picks at his food with a lovesick grin on his face. how disgusting. "i don't know how to ask her to homecoming. i want to make it special, it's senior year after all." it feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over me. oh, i guess now that he's dating her that means we won't be going together then. the rest of the meal goes by in a blur, neteyam is too busy gushing over his new girlfriend to notice my unusual quietness. but i guess that was for the best, i really didn't want to talk after hearing that. "do you wanna come over?" neteyam asks as we climb into his jeep. "i have plans with kiri and tsireya so can you drop me off at tsireya's?" i ask with a fake smile. they were coming over so they can help me wallow in more self-pity. he just nods in response and starts heading in the direction of her house. 

i see that kiri's car was already parked in the driveway when we pull up. i bid neteyam goodbye and head in, not giving him our usual hug. i open the front door and see that the two girls had been busy while i was gone. they had built a pillow fort in the living room and had an enormous pile of snacks inside of it. "wow, you guys sure outdid yourselves." i let out a gasp of surprise at the sight. "how was lunch?" kiri asks as she greets me with a hug. "it was fine until he told me that he and georgia are dating now. so much for being homecoming dates all through high school." i answer with a large sigh, climbing into the fort. 

a look of shock washes over the two girls faces. "what ?! he's dating a state?" tsireya exclaims in shock. we always referred to georgia as the state instead of saying her name. "yeah, and all of lunch he was asking me ideas on how to ask her to go to homecoming with him." i add. "wow, the audacity of men." kiri responds after hearing that. "it's whatever, let's just watch romcoms and eat snacks." i dismiss the conversation and grab the remote.

halfway through our third rom com the front door opens and waltzing in is ao'nung. "woah, you guys built a pillow fort. oh no, who got dumped?" ao'nung knew our tradition well. whenever a boy did one of us dirty we'd build a pillow fort and do what we were currently doing. "nobody technically." i pipe up, poking my head out from the fort.  i motion for him to crawl in and join us. "what does that mean? spill." ao'nung commands as he grabs the hot cheeto bag. "it's neteyam." kiri answers his question. 

immediately, ao'nung understands and faces towards me, giving me a comforting hug. "it's stupid, it's not like the two of us were together anyways." i bring up, fighting back tears. "just because you weren't together doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. it sucks when someone you love is with someone else. especially when they belong with you instead." ao'nung comforts me. "who are you and what did you do to my brother?" tsireya accuses and points her finger at him. 

ao'nung just glares at his younger sister. "i can be wise ya know." he defends himself, crossing his arms. "wait, why are you home so early? i thought you were out with olivia?" i ask ao'nung. "haha, right. well, i broke up with her." he answers sheepishly, looking away from us. "again? this is like your third girlfriend this month!" kiri exclaims in surprise mixed with disgust. "you're such a womanizer ao'nung. can't believe i'm related to you." tsireya insults him. he puts his hands up in defense. "hey! i'm not a womanizer. i don't sleep with them, i just kiss them at most. it's just none of them are the one. i thought natalie was the one, but we all know how well that turned out." ao'nung lets out, now crestfallen. 

i immediately hug him in comfort, just like how he had done for me not too long ago. natalie was his ex girlfriend, the only one he actually loved. they had been together since freshman year. they had only recently broken up a few months ago when he had walked in on her making out with one of ao'nung's teammates. "hey! you two should go to homecoming together then! you are both fresh out of a date after all." kiri suggest, acting like it was the idea of the century. "

i slowly come around to the idea, i look up at ao'nung to try and gauge his reaction. "i'm down if you are." he responds with a gentle grin. "alright, looks like we've got ourselves a date." i joke making him chuckle. "i'll let you know what color i'm wearing so we can match." 

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i was studying in the living room when my dad sat down next to me. "hey, why hasn't y/n been around lately? did you two get into a fight or something?" he questions me, i look up from my textbook at him. "why do you miss her? but no, we're not fighting or anything. georgia just doesn't like when i spend time alone with her so i don't ask y/n to come over anymore." i explain to him, a weird look appears on his face. "i hope you're smart enough to realize that maybe you shouldn't date someone who doesn't let you hang out with your best friend." is all he says before he gets up and leaves. that was weird.

i go back to my homework before i get a text message. it was georgia, she was asking if i'd come with her to the mall. deciding i could finish my homework later i put my stuff away. "bye mom, bye dad, i'm going out. i'll be home by 8!" i yell before leaving . i pick georgia up and we head to the mall. she wanted to go prom dress shopping. i was sitting in a chair at the third dress shop we'd gone to. "what do you think?" georgia asks walking out in a blue satin dress. wow, she looked amazing. "babe, you look gorgeous." i mutter out, i was awestricken by her beauty. 

loud laughter breaks my focus on her, i look over to where the sound was coming from. when i lay my eyes on the people laughing, i do a double take. it was y/n and ao'nung. what were they doing here together? i didn't know that they were close enough to hang out alone. "i think you'd look hot in this one!" ao'nung exclaims holding up a neon green dress.

at the sight of it y/n starts laughing even harder and he soon joins. "neteyam." georgia calls my name and i bring my focus back on her. "what are you looking at nete?" she asks, looking in the direction y/n and ao'nung previously were. "i was just looking at those dresses over there, i think you'd look really good in the red corset one." i divert her attention to the dresses instead of the two people looking at them. 

georgia walks and picks up the red dress, "wow, this is so pretty neteyam! you have a good eye. i'll be right back." she smiles and retreats into the dressing room to try on the dress. i look over to where y/n and ao'nung were but they had gone somewhere else.

eventually, georgia chose a faded blue corset dress, which i paid for. i didn't realize i had also signed up to pay for her shoes and accessories too, but it seemed to make her really happy, so i obliged. i dropped georgia off at her house after we had gotten dinner and went home. 

upon entering through the front door, i saw my parents sitting at the kitchen island. it seemed that they were waiting for me to get home. "neteyam, come here." my mom says calmly, oh no. i must be in deep shit if she was talking so calmly. "am i in trouble?" i question as i take a seat across from where my dad was standing. "no, but we were just wondering why you spent around $200 today. and why you've spent a total of $500 this month now. you're not usually a big spender." my dad questions me, i avoid eye contact. 

i think the three of us knew the reason as to why i was spending so much lately. "you need to stop spending so much on your so called girlfriend, you're gonna bleed your account dry at this rate." my mom instructs me. "are you her sugar daddy or her boyfriend? because right now it looks more like the former." my dad states, crossing his arms. "but didn't you spend a lot on mom when you first started dating?" i try to argue back. man, was that a mistake. a look of coldness washes over my dad's face, "the difference between us was that i could afford to spend a lot on your mom and it wasn't this much in this little time." he explains calmly, "just stop spending so much on her neteyam. if she really liked you, she wouldn't make you spend so much on her. i don't like this girl much." my mom states, looking me dead in the eyes. 

her comment angers me, does she think that georgia is using me? she would never. she was so sweet and showered me in love and affection and i just wanted to show her how much i cared by buying her things occasionally, but i didn't want to fight with my parents so i relented. "okay, i'll stop buying her things all the time. am i good to go?" my parents nod and i make my way up the stairs towards my room. 

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it had been weeks since i'd talked to neteyam, he practically ditched me once school started. despite the fact that we were practically in every class together he never uttered a word to me. he had ditched me to sit with georgia and her friends at lunch, so i was left to sit with kiri, tsireya, lo'ak, spider, rotxo and ao'nung. 

oh ao'nung. things had begun developing between the two of us since we decided to go to homecoming together. he replaced the empty space neteyam left and i replaced natalie's space. we weren't using each other, but it was nice to have each other's company. we had become best of friends, we'd never realized how similar we were before.

we both were too preoccupied with other people to notice before. ao'nung had began to call each other our platonic soulmate. there was nothing romantic between us, but he completed me in a way nobody else had. not even neteyam. he was like my soul brother, and i his soul sister. 

not only did neteyam ditch our friend group but he also decided to ditch our homecoming group in favor of his new girlfriend's. but it would've made for an awkward night if he brought her to our group, none of us really liked her. which would have made for a really uncomfortable night for her. she was like the hailey bieber to my selena gomez, at least that's what tsireya and kiri kept saying. 

according to the other two sully siblings, neteyam had changed a lot since the two had started dating. his grades were slipping and he was staying out later and going to more parties because of georgia. their parents were getting more and more annoyed with neteyam due to this. 

i wonder how jake and neytiri were. i hope they're well, i haven't seen them in awhile. this was all due to the fact that i stopped coming over to the sully house. i didn't want to run into neteyam and that state. so, we had started going to tsireya and ao'nung's house to hang out.

it was monday of homecoming week, which meant that they were announcing the homecoming court at lunch today. of the 10 senior boys, two of them were neteyam and ao'nung. this wasn't a surprise to anyone, the two were practically on every sports team and due to this they were quite popular. georgia, unfortunately, was also one of the candidates for queen. it was a wonder how she had so many friends considering she was very much a mean girl. the biggest surprise was that they had voted me onto the court too. 

by no means did i consider myself popular. i was quite reserved and kept to myself and my small group of friends. but i must have been due to the fact that i was on the tennis team with kiri and on the swim team with tsireya during the winter months. i supposed i had spent a lot of time underestimating myself. 

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friday had come a lot quicker than anticipated, that meant it was the day of the homecoming game. in the past, i'd gone to every one of neteyam's home games and worn his jersey. this season was different, i still went to every game with kiri and tsireya, but instead of wearing neteyam's jersey i wore ao'nung's. this did cause many people to speculate that he and i were dating. it definitely didn't help that he and i spent a lot of time together now.

the crowd erupted in cheers as ao'nung ran into the end zone and started doing a celebration end. i had to admit, ao'nung was one of the best tight ends. he always managed to get a touchdown. neteyam was a great quarterback and the duo worked really well together. there wasn't a throw ao'nung couldn't catch. the two had scored a lot of points for the team that resulted in the team winning every game so far this season. 

the game ended fairly quickly, the other team managed to only score once against our school. the school rushes the field and i run towards ao'nung and tackled him with a hug. "great job, nung." i whisper into his ear. he spins me around all of a sudden and i start screaming in joy. being with ao'nung really brought out my inner child. with him, it felt like i was the only person in the world. 

ao'nung set me back on the ground and swept his sweaty hair off his forehead. "i need to shower and get my stuff first but i'll be back soon. wait for me?" he asks and i just nod with a smile on my face. i find kiri and tsireya and the three of us wait by the entrance for the boys. i spot ao'nung leaving the locker rooms in a fresh set of clothes with his duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. he approaches us and greets us, "the guys invited me to a party at one of the guys, wanna go?" he asks me, i consider it for a little before deciding against it. "no, i'm not really in the mood for a party tonight. i have to get ready tomorrow and i don't wanna oversleep." i answer him. 

he nods, "sounds good, i don't think i'll go either. you guys are getting ready at our house right?" he asks the three of us, we all nod in response. "yeah, we're gonna sleepover and get ready together." kiri answers his question. "ooh sleepover? can i join?" ao'nung asks all excited. "of course ao'nung." i answer with a chuckle at his response. "let's get some food before we head home. i'm starving." ao'nung complains grabbing his stomach to emphasize his point. "okay, sounds good. me and kiri are gonna wait for spider and lo'ak. you two should head there first and get a table, we'll meet you guys there." tsireya suggests to me and ao'nung. "alright see you guys soon." i answer and ao'nung head towards his truck. he opens the passenger seat for me before tossing his gear into the truck bed and climbing into the driver's side. he starts the car and we head towards the local burger place.

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the girls and i had spent all morning and afternoon getting ready for homecoming. i was feeling a little sad since it was the last time i'd be going to homecoming, especially with the two girls. the eight of us were in a greenhouse downtown taking homecoming pictures. all of our parents were here taking pictures for us. "wow, you look great y/n. you're all grown up now. not the little girl neteyam would play in the mud with." jake says with a sad smile on his face, realizing how we had all grown up now. "thanks jake, but don't worry i'll never grow out of eating all the food in your house." i joke and he laughs. "ma jake, we need to go. we have to get to neteyam's to take pictures of him." neytiri interrupts. "bye jake, bye neytiri, see you soon." i give the couple a hug, "you look so beautiful," neytiri whispers into my ear and giving me a squeeze before letting go.

ronal insists on taking about a million pictures of ao'nung and i together in our matching outfits. along with about a billion pictures of us with tsireya and lo'ak. "i can't believe my babies are so old now." tonowari holds back tears as he watches the four of us posing together. "keep it together dad, you're embarrassing me." ao'nung says through closed teeth and a big grin on his face. tonowari wipes a couple tears away as the four of us switch poses. 

after our pictures we headed to dinner at a hibachi restaurant. we laughed our asses off seeing rotxo fall out of his chair trying to catch the shrimp. we had finished dinner and arrived at the venue. ao'nung immediately drags me to the dance floor to dance with him. shortly after, the rest of our group joins us and we spend two hours just dancing and screaming the words to the songs being played. the music stops and the principal calls our attention to the front stage. "attention everyone, it's time to crown our homecoming queen and king along with the prince and princess. so can the homecoming court please come up on stage?" 

ao'nung leads me up front to the stage and we line up with the 18 other seniors. i see neteyam and georgia standing on the other side of the stage. "alright, first up is our homecoming prince and princess. this year's homecoming prince is..." there is a drum roll before the principal opens the envelope and announces into the microphone "ao'nung mato," he gives me a smile before he walks up from his place and the previous homecoming prince puts the little crown on him. after his crowning the principal continues, "the homecoming princess is georgia williams!" she makes her way to the center with a grin on her stupid face as people clap for her. 

after things settle down mr. kalina opens the homecoming king envelope "your homecoming king is neteyam sully!" the crowd erupts into cheers as he makes his way down front and center. the large crown was placed on top neteyam's neatly styled hair and the sash is draped around him. there is once again a drum roll as mr. kalina opens the final envelope. "please welcome your homecoming queen y/n l/n!" shock overcomes my body, i did not expect that. i freeze in place and the girl next to me gives me a little nudge and i make my way towards the space next to neteyam. the previous queen places the crown on my head followed by the homecoming queen sash. the crowd applauds for what feels like forever. 

mr. kalina speaks into the microphone one more time, "now, for the traditional homecoming king and queen dance," everyone else leaves the stage except for me and neteyam and a slow dance begins to play. i'm a little apprehensive but neteyam pulls me close and puts his hand on my waist and grabs my other hand. 

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i pull y/n close as we begin to slow dance, i could see the fury on georgia face out of the corner of my eye as she watched us dance. i knew how badly she wanted for us to win king and queen. she talked about it constantly, i was beginning to think that's why we had started dating in the first place. i realized that y/n and georgia were wearing the same dress. before, i thought it look amazing on georgia, but now seeing it on y/n i realized that it was made for her. she looked ethereal in it underneath the twinkling lights. "you look gorgeous tonight love," i whisper into her ear. "your girlfriend is right there, you probably shouldn't be saying that to me." y/n responds to the compliment.

i spin her around before returning to our previous position, "she might be my girlfriend, but she's not who i love." i whisper into her ear again. this seems to set her off because as soon as the song ends and we walk off stage, she storms off and ao'nung follows after her. i was about to follow her when georgia grabbed my arm. "c'mon neteyam, let's go." georgia commands trying to pull me the opposite direction. "let go georgia," i argue, trying to take my arm away from her. "what do you mean? where are you trying to go?" she questions with a confused look on her angry face. "after y/n," i simply answer, wrestling my arm free from her and chasing after y/n. 

i leave the main event room and follow her and ao'nung out to the parking lot. "y/n wait! can we talk for a moment?" i yell out as i finally catch up to the two. "i don't think she wants to talk to you man," ao'nung intercepts, putting a hand on my chest to stop me from approaching her. "this is between me and her, so you should step away," i respond throwing his hand off me. "hey man i don't want any trouble, but i don't think she wants to talk to you right now," he continues, putting his hands up in surrender. "she can talk for herself, ao'nung." i argue, trying to push him out of the way. "it's okay ao'nung." she says stepping towards us. 

he looks at her and she just nods at him, "alright let me know if you need anything then." he says to her before going back into the dance. "what do you want neteyam?" she asks, clearly tired. "i want you," i answer, taking a step towards her. she takes a step back, "you're being selfish neteyam. you can't decide all of a sudden that you want me and you want to be together. you're literally dating the girl who made my life miserable! do you not remember how i'd come crying to you everyday in middle school?" she shouts at me, anger evident on her face. 

"how can you call yourself my best friend if you literally ditched me the second you got together with her? and now all of a sudden you come and say you want me? how selfish could you possibly be? i honestly misjudged you neteyam, because i would never do this to you. i would never hurt you the way you hurt me. i've loved you for years, you can't just decide all of a sudden that you love me too and you want to be together after you stomped on my heart and treated me like shit for the past month and a half. yet, despite the way you've treated me lately i am still so hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you. i'm angry at you because it should've been me, you belong with me." i was shocked by the way she yelled at me. "just leave me alone neteyam," she states, her tone was a lot softer than previously. and with that, she walks back into the event center.

i stand there, staring at where she had disappear for what felt like forever. i see someone wearing the blue dress walk up and i look up, hoping it was y/n. it was just georgia, great. "neteyam, how could you just leave me in there like that?" she shouts, it seemed that she was raging. "don't you get it? we're over. i'm tired of how you walk over me and force me out of my comfort zone against my will." i explain to her as gently as i could, but i was angry. "but i love you!" she proclaims, desperation evident in her voice. "no, you don't. this entire time you've been in love with the idea of me, not who i am. you don't even know the first thing about me. you just wanted to be with me because you wanted to be an it couple. and i'm tired of being used. bye georgia, have a good life." i finish, walking towards my car, not sparing her a glance. 

i was exhausted, both physically and emotionally and i just wanted to go home. i turn the car on, not even bothering to turn any music on and head home. the house was dark when i got home. i throw my keys in the bowl by the door and take my shoes off. i quietly walk up to my room.

 the hallway light turns on, blinding me a little and my dad's tired voice calls out "neteyam? is that you?" "what are you doing back? i thought you were sleeping over at a friend’s?" he questions looking up and down at me. "i just wanted to shower and go to bed." i answer simply. "ah, i see you won king. that's nice son." he smiles, patting me on the back. "yeah, georgia didn't get queen and she's really upset about it, but i broke up with her so it's not my problem anymore. you and mom were right." i hated to admit that, but it was true. 

instead of having a smug look on his face like he usually does when i admit he was right, he just gave me a sympathetic look. "hey, it's alright. there'll be other girls, ones who won't use you." he reassures me with a hug. "i know, but i just want y/n. though, after our fight it seems like that won't be happening ever." i sigh, a dejected look appears on my face. "just give her a couple days but then apologize to her. not a shitty one, but a heartfelt one that let's her know how you feel." "but what if she's mad at me for the rest of our lives." "c'mon now, she's never been able to stay mad at you for more than a few days. you should head to bed now, it's late."

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it had been a few days since the whole homecoming ordeal and things had settled down. news had spread that neteyam dumped georgia at homecoming and she was quite miserable now. i didn't wanna say i was glad to see it, but i definitely wasn't upset by it. things had returned to a more normal state, i had even gone to the sully's house a couple times. tuk had gotten upset with me for not coming to see her much recently. 

i had seen neteyam a few times, but he was giving me space. it was very welcomed at first, but now i wish he'd talk to me. i hate to admit it, but i missed my best friend. while ao'nung was amazing and caring, he wasn't neteyam. and as much as i wanted to hate neteyam for how he'd treated me, the heart wants what it wants, and my heart definitely wants neteyam. i had finally decided enough was enough and stormed into neteyam's room after school one day. he jumped up from his seat at his desk at the suddenness of my actions.

he recomposed himself and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "i still stand by what i said on saturday, but i can't deny it anymore. i want you back in my life. what you did was shitty, but i get it. she was your first real girlfriend and you were blinded by your love for her or whatever." i blurt out, "but if you apologize to me right now, i promise i'll accept it and we can go back to being friends." i finish, taking a seat on his bed, across from him. 

"i'm sorry y/n, i shouldn't have let georgia come between us. i shouldn't have even dated her in the first place considering how she made your life miserable and never and apologized or acknowledge what she did was shitty. i'm a shit best friend and honestly, you shouldn't accept my apology. but i'll spend the rest of my life making up for my mistake or for however long you'll have me in your life." at his words i began tearing up, 

"oh no, don't cry. i hate it when you cry, especially when it's my fault. come here pretty girl. i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. but i love you okay? and i'll make it up to you with a million chipotle burrito bowls." he embraces me and rubs my back to soothe me. man, i really missed this. 

admittedly, ao'nung's hugs were great, but they weren't neteyam's. neteyam's hugs were superior, truly the best hugs known to mankind. "i forgive you neteyam." i whisper into his ear. "i love you, i'm in love with you." neteyam utters quietly. hearing his confession my heart soars. i pull back from the hug and look at him,"i love you," i respond with a gentle smile. he returns the smile and hugs me once again, more aggressively this time. 

we pull back and spend a few moments looking at each other. slowly, neteyam starts to lean in. "are we about to kiss right now?" i ask quietly right before our lips touch. once he registers what i asked him, he bursts out laughing. "what?" i ask annoyed that he was laughing. "you're so goofy," is all he says before he leans in again. our lips meet there weren't fireworks, but it just felt like everything in the world had aligned. it felt like everything was perfect and i felt at peace. 

this wasn't the first time we had kissed, but it was not going to be the last. we pull apart and we're both panting a little. "you've gotten a better than when we kissed that one time in 7th grade." i joke, playing with my hands a little. he just laughs and leans back in, capturing my lips once again. "ewwwwww! mom! dad! neteyam and y/n are kissing!" tuk walks in and immediately starts blabbing. "tuk!" neteyam yells and runs off after her. i just sit there and laugh at the situation. i guess things were going to be alright after all.

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The Horrors of Humanity: Collabo'ween Day 6.

Gn!Journalist!Reader/Darius Radner.

Warnings: Serial Murders; Kidnapping; Obsessive thoughts; Someone gets skinned but it's only mentions of it having happened. That's right, no smut in this one. Just dread. He do be playing mind games.

Word Count: 2366.

Notes: Might continue this later through smaller prompts. It's a good au for Dare.

His closed fist tapped against the cold metal of the table he sat at. His tongue trailed at the back of his teeth as he sucked in his lips and rolled his jaw. People sat around him, laughing or simply taking in their drinks as they watched the crowd float on by the window. 

You were late. Meant to be here 10 minutes ago. It's how you always met, grabbing your warm drinks before walking around the local park and discussing the case you were following like a bloodhound. 

'I'm starting to feel your absence in my heart when you aren't here,' he wrote in his journal. 'It feels leaden heavy, yet beats quicker than ever from the anxious thought that you'll never come back. How did you worm your way into my heart so fast? Was it because I wasn't looking at you when I should have had my guard up? Was that how you found the missing link in the fence that let you crawl through?'

It was true, he never meant to find your company so magnetic. People weren't his forte; a low social battery and a grumpy disposition can only handle so much before the man had to retreat back to his home to recuperate. Yet, when you left after your evening walks together, he couldn't help but yearn for more. When you were around he found himself smiling, snapping less when bumped into, hell, he even paid for that lady's baby food the other week. 

'Your infectious kindness makes me feel like a new man. It was a newness I rejected at first, but I think I might like to try and be good. If it'll make you see me and not your work, I want to be good. But I still find myself playing the devil to keep you in my grasp.'

The Devil always got the contracts signed and the souls as his own in the end, didn't he?

"Hi, Dare!" You plop yourself into the seat across from him, a whoosh of air escaping your lungs as you sank into the frame. "Fucking traffic. Sorry for being so late." 

You sip your drink, he closes his journal and hides it away before your instincts kick in and you try to pry it from him. Everything. You had a thirst for knowing everything. And most of the time you found it, but Darius kept you at an arm's length. He had to. To keep you safe. 

" 's all good. You look knackered, love." 

Dark circles under your eyes crease as you give a half-hearted smile. Your hair looks like you had your hands bothering it all day. "I haven't been sleeping the best - too busy looking over everything." 

His eyes roll, already seeing that you're wasting no time on small talk today. You want straight into your little hyperfixation. Something must have really worked you up. 

"Come here," you lean forward, chest touching the table top as you whisper. Darius follows with a deep sigh, his eyes shifting around the room and he feels like a toddler playing spies. 

"Would be nice for you to ask me how I am, y'know?" It's bad manners for you to forget. 

"Right- how are you?" Your eyes are so pretty. Your lips deserve his on them. 

"Just fab, not considering skinning my employee for blunting all of my chisels." 

Your face falls for a split second. Just a little bit before your eyebrows shoot up and that smile is back. "Funny you should mention skinning - that's what our friend's done." 

A one track mind, truly. "Oh? Do tell me more." 

It's like pulling the cord on a chainsaw. Four simple words, but he'll hear the buzz of you talking for hours now. He likes hearing you talk. He could sit and listen to you instead of being at home, watching the same old shows as he got drunk enough to pass out. Or out in the woods, in his workshop, listening to birds screech and bucks bugle. 

Your excitement should be strange. It should put him off. It never has.

"Well I was talking with that constable again, you know, the tall lady? Yeah, well, there's been another body found. They don't think it's his because it's different from the others, but I know it just has to be." 

What a rat. Darius never would have let shit leak like that back when he was on the force. He'd kept a tight grip on his underlings. At least this one leaks things to you; for that he could forgive her. 

"How do you know?" Another sip of his coffee as you just keep fiddling with the lid of your drink. 

"There's signs that he's been escalating, Dare. More violent and slow as he's killing, but an increased number of deaths. He's getting bored, so he's trying new things to bring back the magic of the first time." 

The greying man considers it for a moment, his head tilting. "You should be careful, love. All this attention you give him might have him chasing you. You're well known enough that you'd end up in the news more so than the others - especially with how pretty you are. You know how the media likes a sleeping beauty sob story." 

A scoff escapes your lips as you finally have a drink. "He's not dumb enough for that. Look at his targets. They're all people society ignores. He knows shit about how people work, he knows to be careful on who he picks. Since eyes would be on me, he'll stay away."

"Surprised you want him to stay away." 

Oh, you don't appreciate that. A pitiful frown peers at him from across the table, your sweet face falling. 

"I'm not like that, Dare. I've told you before." It's barely audible. He'd bet that your cheeks are feeling burned right about now. 

A crack can be heard as he leans back and stretches his spine, his large hands combing through his hair and getting it out of his face. He's due a haircut. 

"I know, love. Just teasing."

You arch a brow at him, a look that says you believe him as far as you could throw his giant frame. "Come on then. Give me your theory, what's he up to." 

Ah, yes. The part of these meetings that caused them in the first place. Darius had seen your first article on your news site, your pretty little picture right there on the page. When he'd found you typing your next in this very café, he'd had to give his own two-cents. You'd been astonished and thankful that anyone was ready to hear you out (outside of degenerate threads on the internet full of strange people in love with the killer). 

Bless your heart. You'd tried telling the police all of your theories, but they just wouldn't listen. Insisted they had a handle on things. 

"He's lonely." A simple conclusion. A truth - not what the killings had started as. But very much what they'd turned into.

You know nothing. You never have. You know far more than anyone else but there's half of the picture you haven't filled in. And couldn't yet. That informant told you scraps of the details, but not everything about the bodies. About the messages left on them.

But you had guessed right on a few other things. Like his age range, his education or professional background - the fact that it was nine bodies so far, not six like the police believed. The fact that he is indeed a he. 

"I doubt it. He shows all of the signs of a highly functioning person. He's probably well liked by people around him, probably-"

"But do any of the people around him understand him? Quite common now, no? Mental health pandemic and all that." 

Your voice stutters as you find your response. "So he's… killing to feel connections? But he doesn't keep trophies. Not that we know of, anyway." 

"Who says it's the victims he's vying for the love of?" Dare tips his nearly empty coffee at you. 

Adorable, really. Watching the cogs in your brain turn as you recall everything you know. Watching how your tongue flicks out and wets your lips. You're a smart one. Surely you'll see what he's planting. 

"He's killing to get the attention of someone else. They didn't start out like that, though. He's changed." 

Darius nods along, proud. "How do you know he's changed?"

"Because of how slow and methodical he's getting. He used to just brutalise his victims, but now he's taking his time. Like he's… crafting messages?" 

Bingo. You don't see the messages he makes for you, but you hear about them. And they bring you to him. The only time he gets to see you is right after he kills, when you can't wait to meet up and talk about your latest findings. But you're getting too close there. 

"Or you were right the first time and he really is getting bored." 

Now you're growling, rubbing your tired eyes. "Yeah… yeah… goddamn it." 

Once again, you deflate. It's too easy, playing with your hopes and dreams like this. You want to catch him so bad, to know him inside and out. To know what makes him tick. But so long as you don't know, you'll come back to Dare to bounce your theories around. 

Taking a final drink, Darius picks up his coat and heads to the bin to toss away the empty cardboard cup. Time for your evening walk together around the park. The cool air helped you both think. 

Following suit, you chug what remains of your beverage while checking your phone. and thank him as he holds the door open even though you're enamoured by whatever is on the screen. You used to pay more attention to Darius himself, but his actions keeping your focus is close enough.

Your hand finds his, tugging him along as you rush to the park. A giddy laugh pulls from your chest. He's never touched you before. He can't think of words to say as he feels your skin against his own. 

The first two killings had been out of curiosity. A need to know if they'd alleviate Darius' boredom. To know if it would shock some excitement within him. They hadn't been exciting at all until he'd found your article. You do such strange things to his head, love. All of those extra lives gone just because he needed to see you. 

"Our friend managed to get some pictures for me! They're sending it over now, but they're messing around with emails to make sure it can't get back to them." 

"Good news, that. You'll have more to think about." Ah. He wasn't exactly expecting this to happen so soon. Your room wasn't fully finished. "Are you sure you want to look, though? It'll be a real body. Not some movie prop. A real, skinned body." 

"For better or worse, I'm very desensitised to blood and gore. I'll be fine. Are you sure you aren't the one scared to see it?" Your eyebrows waggle as you release his hand, having made it across the road and in through the gates of the park. 

"I've seen this shit before. Ex-homicide department, remember?" 

"Mmmm, but that was years ago, and we can go soft in our old age." 

If you were anyone else he'd slap you upside your head. Despite himself, Darius laughs. "Not that old, love. I'm still in my prime." 

There's a lot of trees in the park. And very little people at this time. He'd always think ahead and parked his car in a lot that just backed off into the foliage, in a blind spot from cameras, just in case. You walked to the café since it wasn't far from the office. 

Your phone buzzes, your smile ceasing as you take in a deep breath and look over the photo. Your fingers pinch and you zoom in to examine every detail you can. A paleness crosses your skin. 

"Fucking hell…" 

Yeah, that's about right. Dare went the extra mile with this one.

"He really did take his time with this. It's. God, its smooth work. He knows how to butcher." The disgust is evident in your tone and the way your lip curls. What did he just tell you? You're biting off more than you can chew.

Darius' fingers snake their way into the deep pockets of his coat. They trace the rope he has hidden away. The capped needle he prepares before every meeting.

"He's-" 

The gulp is audible as you scroll to the next photograph. Almost gag like as you zoom in as far as you can - your eyes blowing up as your expression blanks. You found it. His little note. A name, sewn onto the sole of the foot delicately. A nickname you barely tell anyone about because it embarrasses you. But you'd told Dare. 

He can't hear anything over the sound of his blood rushing through his veins in his ears. Time seems to slow as your terrified gaze meets his own. The twitch of your muscles comes too late as you realise he's already moving - that he has something in his hand. Your scream dies as a gargle when Darius' free palm meets your throat, squeezing tightly as the needle goes in. 

Oh, his poor little investigator. It was time to go home. 

To Darius, you weigh little. Trussing you up is simple work, as is getting you in the boot of his car. There's a pillow in there for your head. Memory foam. He'd bring it inside to your new bed along with you, even if the room wasn't quite ready. He could make it work. Keep you bound, chained.

Driving past the café on the way home raises his curiosity. You wouldn't talk to him like you had in there. Not anymore. You'd be scared; feeling confused. Betrayed, maybe. He'd explain it all for you, though. His journal would tell you everything you ever wanted to know. Everything about how you became his muse. 

The police wouldn't be hearing from him again. He had what he wanted. 

[linuxgamenews]

Unveiling Food Devils: A Strategy RPG Roguelite Base Builder Game

Food Devils strategy RPG roguelite base builder game is gearing towards Linux and Steam Deck with Windows PC. Studio Daimon just shared more exciting details about their title. The crowdfunding campaign is doing well on Kickstarter. Exciting news from the talented team at Studio Daimon, all the way from Italy. They've released Food Devils on Kickstarter, and it hit its funding goal in just 72 hours. That’s some serious attention. Plus there is also talk about a native port.

We are considering Linux support, especially because we'd also need to optimize the game for Steam Deck. The game is being developed in Unity anyway.

Studio Daimon is considering a version for Steam Deck, which likely means a Linux build is on the cards. Since they're using Unity, making a port should be smooth. Even though this is not a full out confirmation. So, what’s Food Devils all about? It’s a mix of strategy RPG and roguelite base builder gameplay. Imagine the strategic challenges of classics like "Fire Emblem" and "Final Fantasy Tactics" combined with the random aspects of titles like "Darkest Dungeon" and "Hades." Plus, you get to manage your own quirky restaurant,  serving up monstrous dishes to power up your characters — both the Devils and humans. The backdrop? A post-apocalyptic world where nature’s balance is flipped upside down, and humans are struggling to survive against new apex predators. To stand a chance, humans need to team up with the Food Devils.

Food Devils - Official Reveal Trailer (Kickstarter)

Players around the globe are already digging the unique gameplay style of Food Devils. And if you’ve also heard of "Path of the Midnight Sun" by Studio Daimon — which was a top hit last year — you know they make some quality stuff. The gameplay is intense and fun. As a result, you’ll maneuver your characters on a grid, planning each move in battles that are not only strategic but also a feast for the eyes thanks to the stunning 2.5D graphics. As you dive into Food Devils, you’ll explore various unique biomes. Each adventure is different because the worlds are procedurally generated—though you’ll start noticing patterns to help you strategize. And don’t worry about it getting too tough; it also lets you adjust the difficulty to fit your style. Managing your restaurant is another key part of the title. Deck it out with funky furniture, cook up some unique meals, and attract adventurers who can help you on your missions. As you progress, you'll unlock new tools and facilities to beef up your team. Starting a run? Pick a Food Devil and four humans from different classes like Warrior, Mage, or Healer. Make a deal with a Devil to boost your team’s abilities and kick some serious butt. Food Devils strategy RPG roguelite base builder is due to drop on PC in late 2025. It’s shaping up to be a wild ride with a perfect blend of strategy, adventure, and culinary chaos. And the crowdfunding campaign continues to do well on Kickstarter. Along with that pending support for Linux and Steam Deck plus Windows PC.

[jannwrites]

movie ask meme : JACOB'S LADDER (1990) directed by BRUCE JOEL RUBIN.

a selection of lines from the 1990 film jacob's ladder. modified slightly for rp purposes.

don't leave me.

yeah, you and everyone else.

fuck off! mind your own business!

i didn't want to wake you.

it is tomorrow. four a.m. how come you're so late?

why can't you remember their names?

they're biblical. they were prophets.

i don't let anybody call me that.

you're a real heathen, you know that, [name]?

you sold your soul, remember? that's what you told me.

is that the one who died?

sorry. it just took me by surprise. i didn't expect to see him this morning. god, what i wouldn't ...

he was the cutest little guy. like an angel, you know. he had this smile ...

i don't like things that make you cry.

it's amazing, huh [name]? your whole life, right in front of you.

they're gonna get me. they'll tear me to pieces.

i never hurt anybody when i was alive.

i don't understand you philosophers.

she said you were a son of a bitch and she regrets the day she set eyes on you.

i think she still loves you.

my brain is too small an organ to comprehend this chaos.

you know, you look like an angel, [name], an overgrown cherub. anyone ever tell you that?

this city is filled with creatures. everywhere.

they're like demons, [name].

it's the pressure, honey. that's all it is.

those guys tried to kill me tonight. they were aiming right at me.

says here the world's comin' to an end. the battle of heaven and hell they call it.

listen to me. i'm going out of my fucking mind here.

let me look at your hand.

according to this, you're already dead.

you are out of your mind, man. out of your fuckin' mind.

[name], you little devil. you never told me you could dance like that.

i wanna leave. get me out of here.

go to hell! go to hell, goddamn you!

if you go crazy on me you're goin' crazy by yourself. you understand?

there were all these demons and i was on fire.

i thought you said it was a nightmare?

i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here, [name].

come on, go back to sleep. you can still get a couple of hours.

you must have friends in high places, that's all i can say.

it's not worth it. you'll never win.

how many times can you die, huh?

god i hate this area. makes me nervous.

i'm not sure where i can talk anymore.

something's wrong, [name]. i don't know what it is but i can't talk to anybody about it.

you always used to listen, you know?

they've been followin' me. they're comin' outta the walls.

sometimes i think i'm just gonna jump outta my skin.

i don't know who they are, or what they are. but they're gonna get me and i'm scared, [name].

it's like i was coming apart at the seams.

they keep telling me i'm already dead, that they're gonna tear me apart, piece by piece, and throw me into the fire.

it's like they're crawling out of my brain.

he saw these creatures coming out of the woodwork. they were tryin' to get him, he said.

it's not worth goin' over again and again. whatever happened, happened. it's over.

i'm gettin' a headache just listenin' to you.

so tell me. am i still an angel?

this is your home. you're dead.

i'm not dead. i am not dead.

this is not a dream! this is my life.

i was in hell. i've been there. it's horrible. i don't want to die, [name].

you're a regular basket case, you know that?

you know what eckart said? the only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life; your memories, your attachments. they burn 'em all away.

they're not punishing you. they're freeing your soul.

i'm not here. you haven't seen me.

the truth can kill, my friend.

hey, i'm not the problem. you've got bigger problems than me.

don't fight it. it's your own mind. it's your own fears.

it's hard to believe that the world could be so hellish on day and like heaven the next.

i love you when you're angry.

hello, [name]. i knew you'd come here in the end.

your capacity for self-delusion is remarkable.

you're a real dreamer, you know that? only it's time to wake up.

if you're frightened of dying you'll see devils tearing you apart. if you've made your peace then they're angels freeing you from the world.

[the-firebird69]

These guys are going nuts taking these ships out I have to say it there's way too many coming out they're complete fanatical weirdos. And you can you can take them all out safely but they're saying they need them and they need them now and they really needed them a long time ago and they're they're not cases and they thought they're hierarchy was broken it's not but really the ships offshore are still being taken out but they're not that many left till they get to the diamonds and they are pulling out what they can meaning they're going to try and go to the diamonds and they're getting there they said they need to pull them out before they can't see and in case the diamonds move it'll crush the ships which is true so they probably won't move too far and it's really slow and they can tell but they have to move it and they're almost done with it actually there's only a few left and they're going to come out in a few minutes with a final or a second to final push depending on the fight is it went smoothly because they're all mola and they pick tunnels or they never get anywhere so there's a few tunnels still going but they're going to exit these tunnels and more rain and then it's going to be over there's a huge number of vessels being removed from the harbor and the river both Rivers and Charlotte harbor and the upper part of the harbor of the middle part was this morning and there's like four 300 ft holes and two 50 foot holes and up near the river mouth the river to the left there are five 300 ft holes and two 50 foot holes they go up the river and there's a whole bunch of 30s and 50s and up the Peace River there's a whole bunch of 20s 30s 50s all all the way up and 100s all the way up to the middle and they're doing the whole thing and they're doing the interior they're coming out like old now and other spots first they're getting the tributaries out they noticed that when you're zooming by the ships might fall so they're going to pull all the tributaries out and it might dislodge the diamonds so the point of those tributaries out from below they don't want the ships moving around and causing too much turbidity in there and they're moving out fast and that's what's going on now and the tributaries have to come out different holes so thanks a while it's complicated and they have to fuel them all it's going pretty quick now. About 20 minutes a few of the tunnels will be clear of tributaries and they're going to start going out like all and tons of rain and it's going to the East more shortly

Thor Freya

We are hearing there's tons of talk all over the place about the devil and Lillith they're trying to find the demons for their powers they should realize that the top level demons the other demons are being hunted and they're going to force the keys to be used it's going on. It's also a huge war developing between Stan Biden Mack and the morlock and there was one already but now it's going to be right at their bases and the empire will have a fight no these are not called empire people or separatists or rebels they're called The Republic and they're going to fight for it and they're going to try and defeat these guys while they're being bombed there's a huge bombing run going on it hasn't been finished it's on the large basis there are 75% complete they're going after that 25% but they have to raid first and that is almost complete probably in about 30 minutes give or take a few minutes and then the bombings will begin. And it's going to start very soon and then you'll hear about it in about an hour they'll be all cleared out they'll begin strikes on insulated structures and facilities and bases those are of size too pretty big some of them they have about 20 that are 30x10 they have about 50 that are 20x10 and about 70 that are 20 by 5 or 10x10 and then about 800 that are five by five and that's globally and they're going to attack those next and their ammo and other caches and stashes deep bunker supplies and more and secret bases all of it pretty soon and our son and daughter think it might trigger some reactions in New York City sky Captain tomorrow that is what they might be triggered by this yes

That was Thor Freya above we can concur that this is happening is a huge war. It is developing a huge role going on and the clones are being taxed below a tax below and soon the tax above. We can also confirm Star wars is beginning now they are off the coast of India investigating and it's the rebels and they're finding that there are far too many ships being stopped and they're being stopped by Stan's version and he does play theater a few times then he plays Obi-Wan Kenobi to try and spy on Biden who is in Tunisia and he took it because he was hanging out with bja in Farmington when bja was trying to take advantage of him. There's more going on but this is a general outline. To all of ours you must stay in your homes and shelter in place the next 24 hours until further notice and we are instructing ours to assist and we are sending troops everywhere if you need help please call immediately we are going to put out formal notices now and talk to ours Co in the field

Olympus

[scarletnakazato]

Keisuke Takahashi - Lost into the Night

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 1,911. • Synopsis: In which a bored day at home, turns into a hot night with a famous blonde racer on a secluded overlook, and on the hood of a sexy yellow FD.

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(Y/N) had been cooped up at home all day, bored out of her mind. Keisuke had called her yesterday evening asking her if she wanted to go on a small road trip with him. She quickly accepted, being quite excited for the little event to come.

"Yeah, I can't wait! What time and where?"

"Be ready by six, I'll pick you up then, and you'll just have to wait to find out where we're headed."

(Y/N) glanced up at the clock on the wall. Only four o' clock... what the hell am I supposed to do for the next two hours?

The clock ticked away agonizingly slow until it was finally time for her to get ready. She took a shower, styled her hair, and put on her usual amount of make-up. Heading to her room she looked through her clothes for an outfit.

Keisuke never told me where we're going or if we're stopping somewhere along the way. She hummed in thought before pulling out casual, but nice-looking clothes and slipping them on. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pretty damn good. Glancing over at the clock on her nightstand she checked the time. Five-fifty, only ten minutes until Keisuke shows up. Knowing her man, he'd most likely be here sooner. Speed means everything to the blonde.

As if on cue, she perked up at the sound of a loud exhaust and the small squeal of tires getting closer to her apartment. Speak of the devil and he will come. She chuckled lightly, grabbing her keys and wallet. When she opened the door, Keisuke was standing there like he was about to knock.

"Hey, babe. You got a sixth sense for me, don't you?" Keisuke smirked at her.

"No. Unless you count your loud car, that can be heard a mile away mind you, is considered a sixth sense, then sure." They laughed as they walked down to said car, the bright yellow FD sitting patiently in a parking spot. Keisuke opened the passenger door, and (Y/N) gave him a loving peck on the lips before getting in. He smiled and shut the door, moving to the driver side and hopping in.

The car growled as the engine turned on, getting louder as he pulled out of the parking spot and began the drive. The couple striked up an easy conversation and jokes along the way.

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As they got closer to their destination, the drive had quiet down some, bringing a peaceful silence. Enjoying each other's presence, looking at the scenery around them, and the occasional whistles of the RX-7's turbos. They drove on for another half hour before Keisuke pulled over into a secluded forest area. He guided the FD down the small windy path to reveal a breathtaking view of a small city below them, the beach close to it. The sun was just about to set completely as they arrived, giving the sky brilliant hues of reds and purple. (Y/N) gasped lightly as she stared in awe.

"Hey, are you going to sit in there and stare or are you going to come out and actually see it?" Keisuke's voice pulled her out of her trance.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." She got out of the car and moved towards him.

"Heh, you will be soon." Keisuke said under his breath, a subtle smirk on his lips.

"You say something?" (Y/N) looked at him curiously.

"Nah, just talking to myself." The blonde gave her a wink and charming smile as he pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist. She sat down on the hood of the FD, cuddling into his right side.

Humming contently, she laced their fingers together and he lightly rubbed his thumb over her soft skin, placing a soft kiss on her head. "This is beautiful Kei, thank you." She looked up at him, a loving smile on her face.

"Just for you, love." He said with his famous grin, leaning down to press gentle, loving kisses on her soft lips. They kissed for what felt like hours, the remaining light of the sunset, dimly illuminating their features until it disappeared completely. Their fingers gently tangled in each other's hair as their lips moved in sync.

They pulled away slowly to catch their breath, oxygen sadly being a necessity that interrupted them. Keisuke leaned down further, his slightly rough lips, leaving a path of feathery kisses along her neck. "Keisuke..." (Y/N) said lightly, tilting her neck to give him more access.

"I like the sound of that, gorgeous. Say it louder."

Picking up on his actions, he kissed rougher on the other side of her neck until he found the spot that earned him a delicious moan of his name. Leaving a dark hickey, Keisuke licked up her neck before grabbing her thighs and pulling her over to straddle him. He gripped her ass with one hand and placed the other on the back of her neck. Leaning forward, his lips ghosting over hers and he looked her in the eyes. They were darker and glazed over with lust.

The needy look she saw on him sent a wave of heat through her down to her core. Keisuke tightened his hold on her ass and crashed their lips together. (Y/N) lightly grinded herself against Keisuke's growing arousal that had him growl deeply. He bit her bottom lip, roughening the kiss until he could snake his tongue in. With her arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his soft blonde locks, Keisuke slid his hands up her body until they reached her breasts, squeezing them. A muffled moan passed her lips as she rubbed up against him further.

Keisuke muttered her name with a raspy voice before wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. He gently laid her onto the hood, wanting to make quick work of taking off her clothes. With her shirt quickly unbuttoned and removed, Keisuke slipped a hand behind her back, unclipping her bra and pulling it off.

(Y/N) turned her head to the side, cheeks quickly turning pink. She felt Keisuke gently take hold of her jaw turning her to face him. He leaned down pressing soft, loving kisses on her lips. She melted into them, feeling his slightly calloused hands move her arms away from her chest and onto the hood.

"Don't be insecure, love, you're beautiful. Understand?"

He gave a reassuring peck on her lips and nuzzled his nose against her cheek with a small hum. Keisuke made sure to go slow to ease her uncertainty. With every kiss and soft touch that he left, she relaxed under him quickly, soon reveling in the sensations Keisuke worked out of her so easily.

Trailing his skilled hands down her stomach to her hips, he busied himself on getting rid of her pants, eagerly pulling them off along with her underwear. (Y/N) loudly gasped out his name, the coolness of the night's air and FD's hood coincide with the building heat of her arousal.

Keisuke's fingers rubbed at her arousal earning him sighs of pleasure. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing against his arm in her attempt to gain more friction. A small moan escaped her throat when Keisuke put in a finger, soon adding in a second, then a third, until she was moaning hopelessly under his touch. She threw her head against the hood and arched her back.

"Kei...suke..." She whined.

"That's what I want to hear. I want to hear you scream for me, babe," he said with a low and husky voice, "I want you begging for me."

"Please, K-Keisuke."

"Please what, gorgeous? What do you want from me?" he smirked, slowing the pace of his fingers and curling them. A loud moan followed before she spoke.

"Fuck me, Keisuke!" She exclaimed frustratedly, drawling out his name. "P-please Kei, I w-want you so bad."

"Good girl." He hummed, satisfied with her pleads.

She gave a small whimper when he withdrew his fingers. He licked them clean, a seductive smirk on his lips. "You taste amazing, love. Now, your reward for behaving so well." Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him. (Y/N)'s legs hung over the FD's hood. She watched Keisuke take off his shirt, revealing his rippling, well-toned muscles that nearly made her salivate.

Undoing his belt, the blonde pulled both his pants and boxers down enough to free his painfully hardened length from its tight confinements. Keisuke groaned lowly and grinded himself against her wet heat. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip as her breath hitched. The deep sound of Keisuke's voice resonated throughout her body, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ready, gorgeous?" he asked, lined up with her entrance. She nodded eagerly; arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him down, crashing their lips together. Their moans were muffled by the kiss as Keisuke slowly thrust into her.

"(Y/N) ... fuck you're tight." He growled, thrusting his hips with a slow pace. (Y/N) sighed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut and legs wrapping around Keisuke's waist. She sharply tugged on Keisuke's blonde locks, a loud groan escaping his throat.

Gradually, his thrusts got faster, the hand on her hip leaving a red print and nail marks on her skin. When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she took in her boyfriend's appearance. His silky blonde hair was shaggy with some damp strands sticking to the side of his face and forehead. The small beads of sweat that traveled down the strong muscles of his neck to his chest enhanced his natural, sexy appearance. The way his arms tensed up when he thrust deep into her, the low sounds of his voice when he moaned her name, everything about the man was perfection.

Keisuke snaked his tongue past (Y/N)'s soft lips and eagerly explored the new territory, marking every detail he could with his skillful tongue. When he pulled away to breathe, a strand of saliva connected the two for a moment before breaking. With heavy pants, he made his thrusts rougher that reached places deep inside her, turning (Y/N) into a moaning mess that was nearing her sweet release.

"K-Keisuke..." He knew that tone in her voice. After hearing that beloved sound many times, he knew when she was going to unravel underneath him.

"I know, baby, me t-too." Keisuke replied between breaths, the familiar feeling of his own release, building up quickly.

With a series of rough, sloppy thrusts, they came together making the already euphoric sensation even more intense as they loudly moaned each other's names. When they came down from their high and had their clothes back on, the couple cuddled up closely on the FD's hood. Keisuke had her seated on his lap, legs on each side of him as she leaned into his warm chest.

She hummed with a smile as he held her, arms wrapped protectively around her body. Keisuke gently nuzzled his nose against her hair, leaving gentle and loving kisses atop her head. Her man really knew how to make aftercare a cuddly, warm experience.

"How about we go home?" he asked lightly, "I just want to lay in bed and fall asleep with you next to me." (Y/N) hummed eagerly in agreement, the thought sending a warm feeling through her. By the time they got to the mansion and were under the blankets of his large bed, the couple fell asleep quickly tangled up in each other's arms.

[gildedmuse]

Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

[wearenot7withu]

The water drabbles i

pairing : jungkook x f!reader

genre : established!relationship, mostly fluff, slightly angst if you close your eyes

warning : the word fuck like once + mention of blowjob

word count : 1.5k

summary : You're back with your boyfriend as a lifeguard in your little town for another summer. This time however your insecurities are coming up to the surface.

a/n : it's summer again, I was at the thermal again and these two came to my mind so I wrote a little drabble thingy for them. Can be read as a standalone, but I recommend to read the original au, what you can do here. Don't forget to give feedback, they're always welcomed. Reblog, like, comment, do whatever your heart desires. I hope you'll like this little instalment in the wghb universe. Wish you a good day/night, love you xx

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It was a hot summer day again, with the temperature being so high, one could’ve probably cooked an egg on the pavement. With your red one-piece swimsuit on and the white baseball cap – which wasn’t yours but your boyfriend’s who is refusing to wear it – you were currently looking at the kid’s pool, where all the chaos has erupted today.

Just a moment ago, you saw a little girl turn upside down in the water, but her mother reacted quickly and pulled her out from under the water. A little guy probably pooped in his water-resistant diaper because his mother was making that face and tried to bribe him out from the pool. Then, these twins were afraid of the water but continued to dive under it nevertheless. However, your favourites seemed to be the triplets. One was sleeping in his mother’s arms, the other was trying to push his dad underwater, and the third was diving with her goggles on.

Even though it was loud, so you couldn’t hear your thoughts, something about the kid’s pool made you feel relaxed, maybe because this pool was the only where the kids had their parents with them, whose eyes were looking at over their children like a hunter when studying its prey.

“Y/n, can you please go pick up our lunch?” Mei, your lifeguard partner for today, asked you, and even though she was next to you, she was shouting as if you were in a club. You nodded your head and made your way towards Ricki’s bar, where yours and all the lifeguards’ meals were made. But before you went there, you stopped at the Laguna pool, where Jungkook, your boyfriend, was on duty.

He had his red swimming trunk and white sleeveless top on, which made both his thighs and arm muscles visible for everyone. The waves were currently on, so all the youngsters acted like grown-ups, swimming closer and closer to the wave-making machine. Therefore your boyfriend stood with his hands on his hip and whistle in his mouth, blowing it every other second. This pool was the calmest when it wasn’t show-time because of its cold temperature, but the pool turned into a circus when it was the waves time to shine.

You walked up to Taehyung, who was guarding the life of those who wanted to swim. “How many minutes left?”

He looked at his watch on his wrist. “Like four” So you sat next to him and waited for the main attraction to pass.

You know your boyfriend takes his job genuinely because the first time he saw you was only after the waves stopped, even though you were practically sitting in front of him for minutes. “Hi, baby” He gave a quick peck on your lips, which you received happily. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to get our lunch with Mei. Do you want to come with me?” The reply came quickly, and after saying bye to Taehyung, you walked away hand in hand with the boy next to you.

On the way there, he successfully convinced you to eat your lunch with him at the bar. While he asked for the four serving – two in containers and two on plates – you searched for an available spot. “How are the little devils?” Asked Jungkook while putting your lunch down in front of you.

“I don’t know why you hate them,” You said with your mouth already full of French fries.

“Because they’re loud,” He said matter of factly.

“What will you do if you have your own child? Are you going to hate them just because they’re loud?” You stole some baked potatoes from his plate and dipped them in the hot sauce on the side of it.

“They won’t be loud. They’d have us as their parents.” The fact that he referred to you as the mother of his kids made your heart swell, and your eyes soften. No matter how long you were together, how good you are together, and how you plan on having him next to you for the rest of your life, you never dare to think too far away in fear of something not going as you planned for yourself and your relationship with him.

“Honey”, You called out to him, putting your palm on the back of his hand, stopping it to bring the food to his mouth “, You would be their father. They’d be the loudest kids in the whole country.”

He throws one baked potato at you, but his smile was undeniably on his face. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You put your hand dramatically on your heart, acting like he just said something which made you surprised. “You do? I had no idea.”

He rolled his eyes at your actions. “Put your mouth to a better use and eat your food.”

You gasped at his words and aggressively put a french fry in your mouth, but one corner of your lips was tugging upward, and you were so hard on suppressing the smile that was forming on your face.

“By the way, don’t look at me like that when I’m talking about our future and kids”, Jungkook casually told you, and you choked on your water. With your eyes wide open, you looked at him, not knowing how to react to that. “I’ve been dating you for years. What do you think, why am I still with you?”

He continued eating, not even looking at you, and after the years you’ve been with him, you know, this is him making a serious talk seem as it’s not bothering him. “I don’t know, the apartment we live in is cheaper like this,” You said, trying to light up the mood with a joke, but he just - finally - looked up at you with a piercing gaze. You sighed, knowing you won’t climb out of this hole easily. “It’s not that, and I know you love me just like I love you. And I also picture my life with you, I wouldn’t be here with you if I wasn’t. It’s just – “

You took a deep breath, looking everywhere but Jungkook because you didn’t know how to compose what you want to say or how to make your insecurities not get the better of you. Jungkook sensed your panicked state and took your hands in his, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumbs. “I’m not forcing you to talk. We can discuss this when you’re ready. Just know that I’m here.”

“I know. Fuck, I know. I’m just scared because I want the whole ordeal with you, you know. Marrying you, having kids with you, the entire process of growing old with you and sitting in the hammock in our backyard with our grandchildren playing around, but then I have these thoughts on how this could all end. Because who are we to control our feelings and what if one day you wake up and you’re– “ Your tears were threatening to fall at this point. You were surprised you could go this long actually talking about this issue. “I don’t know, feel like you had enough, or that you’re not in l –“

“Stop, stop, stop,” Jungkook said with a stern voice, making you halt in your rambling. “That’s not going to happen. Not now, not ever. I love you. I want you. We live together, and our friends are already saying we’re like a married couple. And to be honest, it’s true. You are my soulmate, the one for me — the only one for all of my remaining days on Earth. So don’t worry what the future brings, because I’ll be next to you every step of the road. Got it?” You nodded your head, tears streaming rapidly down your face. “Now come ‘ere” He pushed his chair further from the table and opened his arms wide. You didn’t waste a second, falling into his arms immediately. Hiding your face in his neck, inhaling his rosy scents mixed with the chlorine from the poolside made you calm down within minutes. His hand was drawing different shapes on your tighs, while the other going up and down on your back.

After you’ve calmed down and eaten your lunches, you two went back to your places, bringing your partners their long-awaited lunch.

Jungkook made sure you were alright, so that night, when he dropped you off at your parent’s house, he told you to be ready in an hour because he’s taking you on a date. He recreated his first official date with you at the park, where he rented a little boat, and you two paddled to the middle of the lake and watched the stars cuddled up to each other.

You didn’t want the night to end, so this time the date didn’t end with him dropping you off and awkwardly kissing you on your cheek, but him sleeping over at your house and waking him up with the best blowjob he got in his life from you so far.