#you guys have no idea how long i have been thinking about this stupid pool

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What is up with the Altean pool

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dan heng x gn reader — 1.0k — HIGH SCHOOL AU, delinquent reader, you MIGHT be able to tell that i've been playing persona 5 with the way i wrote this, himeko is dan hengs adoptive mother SPREAD THE WORD, nebulous and ambiguous school setting

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warning for mild blood description but nothing really graphic, just the aftermath of a scuffle

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Dan Heng finds you behind the school in a pool of your own blood, though—it’s less of a pool of it, and more of a steady drip drip drip through the fingers clasped over your bleeding nose. You’re scrambling to get back up on your feet at the sight of him, and he catches a glimpse of a stupid smile from behind the gaps in your fingers. 

Whoever beat you up—successfully, by the looks of it—has long since disappeared, and it’s just you and Dan Heng and your bloody nose alone in the grassy courtyard. 

“Are you serious,” Dan Heng deadpans, because this is not the first time he’s caught you like this and it surely won’t be the last. 

“You should see the other guy,” you joke back, the same way you joked a thousand times before and the same way you’ll joke a thousand times again. It was never funny, not in Dan Heng’s opinion, and each stupid quip of yours makes his patience run thinner and thinner. 

The sight of blood smeared across your face is sickening. It seeps into the cracks of your fingers with every attempt you make to wipe your lips clean, but blood clings and sticks and you never learn your lesson. Dan Heng sighs, the first of many, already swinging his backpack off his shoulder and rummaging through it to find his usual pack of baby wipes and gauze. 

It’s not exactly a daily occurrence, but this has happened often enough to train Dan Heng’s hands. He moves silently, brow furrowed and fingers shaking with hesitation—like he’s scared that he’ll hurt you, which is funny because you’ve already been hurt at the hands of someone else. If he lingers on that thought for too long, his stomach will start to twist, so he leaves it alone.

The damp cloth of a baby wipe is cool against his fingers as he swipes it across your face, his other hand firmly planted on your shoulder to keep you still. He clicks his tongue when you make a gargled sniffling noise, muttering a low stop that before you choke on your own blood. 

“Why so quiet?” you ask, still with that stupid smile on your face even as he pulls out a second wipe for your face. “There’s so much to talk about. Did you take that quiz in Gallagher’s class today? It was so bad! Half the stuff on there wasn’t even in the study guide.” 

“Shut up,” Dan Heng mumbles, loud enough that you can hear him but quiet enough that there’s no real bite to it. The shake in his hands has only grown, because there was so much blood dried on your face that it’s already soaked through the wipe and smears across the tips of his fingers, and it’s not just the sight of blood that makes him nauseous, but the knowledge that it’s yours. 

“Heng,” you say, something like a petulant whine in your voice, and he wishes god, for once, can’t you take this seriously, you’ve caused him so much grief in the last two months of knowing you and it’s a miracle that he hasn’t gone gray already. Your hand—still blotted with crimson, dried into rusty smudges—goes up to grab his. It’s pressed against your cheek, the half-dry wipe still in his grasp, clinging to your skin. Dan Heng holds back a flinch at how warm your hands are compared to his own—cold, clammy, trembling.

“It’s late,” you continue, voice still light but the weight of your words settling deep between his shoulder blades, “I have to walk you home. Otherwise your mom will think I’m busy beating you up.”

“Not—“ he starts, choked and face warming so suddenly that it makes his head spin, “—she’s not my mom,” and it’s an oversimplification, and not important right now, and soon he’ll develop an immunity to your distractions. “That was a lot of blood. You should be going straight home.” And he realizes he doesn’t even know where you live, doesn’t know how far you are from his home, how out-of-your-way it is to walk him home nearly every day. He doesn’t ask—you’d never answer. 

“It wasn’t that much,” you wave off his concern, “it stopped bleeding already. And my nose isn’t broken. And I’m walking just fine!” It’s one positive after another with you, and Dan Heng sighs again, already losing count of how many times he’s done it. 

There’s a moment where you waver, face tensing and wobbling, bloody lips bitten back for a second before that stupid grin is on your face again and you say, tersely, “What, scared you’ll get caught with me?” 

And isn’t that an odd way to say it—caught with me, spoken like it’s a curse. Like he’s paying penance by standing behind the school with you, your hand clasped around his. It takes every ounce of self-control for him not to drag his fingers down and wipe the blood off your face himself, staining his fingers and his heart. He wonders what it would mean, then catches himself, again and again, like he’s been doing for two months on repeat.

“No,” he says, urgent in a way that’s unfamiliar to him, like he’s trying to prove himself, dedicated in a way that makes him nauseous, the same way that the blood on your face makes his stomach squeeze. “That’s— not it. You can walk me home. But Himeko will— she’ll fuss over you, you know that. It’ll be annoying.” 

“Annoying?” you say, incredulous. “As if! I love that woman. I hope she has those almond cookies, you know, like the ones from last week,” because of course you walked him home last week, too, and Himeko spent thirty minutes making you taste-test every sweet thing she had in her cabinets all while giving Dan Heng an unsettlingly knowing look. He represses a shudder at the memory, and gives you an acknowledging hum. 

“Probably not,” he tells you, “she eats them all before I even get a chance.” 

“She wouldn’t do that if you told her they were for me! Since I’m her favorite person, and all.” And Dan Heng can neither confirm nor deny, but his finger twitches when it brushes against your hand as you walk side-by-side, and he thinks you might’ve hit it right on the money, whether you’re Himeko’s favorite person or his.

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Something to Talk About | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley knew the rumors were circulating. He knew his friends were talking. But he had known you for such a long time, and you were just friends. Because if something was going to happen between the two of you, it would have happened by now. Right?

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for a request. And also because mak-32 said Rumor by Lee Brice would make a good fic. Check out my masterlist for more!

"Hey, Bradshaw, where's your girl?" Jake asked with a smirk. "Haven't seen Yankee all night, and it's getting late."

Bradley shot him some side eye from his stool near the pool table. "She's not my girl. And as far as I know, she went out for dinner with some guy she met at the gym."

"At the gym on base?" Nat shook her head and laughed. "You know how those Navy guys are, Rooster. They only want one thing." 

Bradley rolled his eyes. "She can take care of herself."

"Hey, Payback," Nat called out. "Why do you go to the gym on base?"

"Pick up girls," Reuben replied without hesitation from the other side of the pool table. 

"See?" Nat said to Bradley. "And I don't believe you when you try to tell me there's nothing going on with her. She's constantly touching you, and you get a stupid looking smile around her."

"Just friends," Bradley muttered, taking a sip of his beer. He'd known you since flight school in Pensacola. He'd been stationed with you in Norfolk and Corpus Christi. Now you and he were both back at Top Gun. If something was going to happen between the two of you, it would have happened by now. "Just good friends."

"Friends don't undress each other with their eyes," Nat said, batting her eyelashes at him while the guys laughed. 

Bradley shook his head. He didn't undress you with his eyes, but it wasn't his fault that you were pretty. And you most certainly did not look at him that way. "She doesn't even date other aviators. And she once called me an adorable puppy dog of a man. Just friends."

"There she is," Jake drawled, and Bradley's head snapped around so quickly to see you heading their way. "Hey, Yankee, looking good," Jake called out. 

"Shut up, Hangman," you returned as you got close, but you were smiling at them. You always seemed to be smiling, but seeing you dressed up was a real treat. Bradley was used to you wearing flight suits and khaki uniforms every day. 

When Bradley stood, you walked right up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. "How was your date?" he asked quietly, trying to ignore the looks the others were giving him.

"He was so stupid, Rooster. He could barely string a sentence together. Just a dumb jock," you replied looking up at him with wide eyes. Bradley held you a little tighter; so maybe his feelings for you went just the tiniest bit past platonic. 

"Aww, give the guy a chance, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Maybe he's just not used to how pretty you are. Maybe he got distracted." 

You rolled your eyes at him. "You know I hate it when you call me that." But you were still smiling. "Wanna know the funniest part? He actually asked me when you and I broke up."

Bradley's brow creased. "You and I? Us?"

"Yeah!" you laughed. "Apparently there are rumors we're together. Crazy."

"Yeah... crazy," he agreed, rubbing your back through the fabric of your dress. "Why would anyone think that?" he mused out loud as you pressed your cheek against his chest. You sighed contentedly against him, and when Bradley glanced over to the pool table, he saw his friends all scrambling to pretend they weren't watching you together. 

"I have no idea," you told him softly. 

Bradley cleared his throat. "If this guy was no good, maybe you need to reevaluate who you're going out with, Yankee Doodle. That's like five duds in a row."

You groaned. "I hate it when you're right. I'm getting a drink," you announced. "Anyone need anything?"

Bradley watched as you and Fanboy walked away to get some drinks from Penny. But you kept glancing his way while you and Mickey talked. And maybe Bradley shouldn't be surprised that people thought you and he were together. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other. 

"Could the two of you possibly stand any closer together?" Nat asked, drawing Bradley's attention away from your legs in that short little dress that you had wasted on another shitty date.

He just shook his head. "Nah. She treats Mickey the same way she treats me." But Bradley was starting to have a hard time believing that. 

You and Mickey were a few feet apart, and you were smiling as he was talking animatedly with his hands. But you seemed to reserve a different smile just for Bradley, one that would make his heart ache a little bit if he ever saw you give it to anyone else. 

Nat laughed and patted his arm. "Yeah, okay," she said sarcastically. "I'm just saying, if you want these rumors to stop, the two of you are definitely going about it the wrong way. You look like you're already in a relationship."

A relationship. Bradley would know what the press of your lips against his felt like. He would know all about the needy sounds you made in bed. He would know how it felt to hold you all night. But he knew none of those things. Did he want to?

"Here you go." You were holding another bottle of beer out to him, nudging him in the chest with it when it took him a moment to return from his hazy thoughts of spending a lazy Sunday in bed with you. 

"Thanks, Doodle Dandy," he murmured, and the soft smile that found its way to your lips had him thinking about kissing you. He cleared his throat a few times before taking a sip of the beer and sitting down on the stool. "So, was your dinner at least good? If your date was a dumb as you said, I hope you got a decent meal out of it."

And then your smile was gone as you looked into your vodka cranberry. "We got seafood, and it was delicious. And I made sure to stay and order dessert after he made a comment about my size. He said he usually doesn't date girls with big hips, but I had a cute face, so he'd make an exception."

Bradley froze, gaping at you, and when you met his eyes, you looked so vulnerable. You never looked vulnerable. You were a fast talking fighter pilot who never put up with his shit. But you were also a woman with feelings that had been hurt by some faceless asshole who Bradley would gladly pound into the ground given the opportunity. 

"He's wrong, Doodle," Bradley said, reaching for you and pulling you closer. You let one hand rest on his thigh as you stood between his knees. "Well, not about your face. But the rest of it...he's dead wrong."

You shrugged and smiled at him. "Thanks, Rooster. I'll be fine. I realized he was an idiot before he even said that stuff." You sipped your drink while Bradley leaned in closer. 

"I think I have a solution for your problem, Yankee Doodle." His nose was just a few inches from yours, and now you were leaning one of those decadent hips against the inside of his thigh. Your hand slid an inch further up his leg, and he had to stifle a moan. 

"Which problem is that, Rooster?"

"These guys. These shitty guys keep asking you out, but you deserve a good one," he whispered, and your eyes dipped down to his lips. "One who would tell you how fucking perfect you are. You're fucking perfect, Yankee."

"Oh," you gasped softly. "Rooster?"

He smiled at your surprised expression. "Everyone already thinks we're together anyway. I mean, we can shut these rumors down, if that's what you want. Or we could keep everyone talking. You could probably get me to do anything you want, really."

"How.... hmmm," you hummed, rattling the ice in your cup and avoiding his gaze. But you weren't moving away from him. If anything you were creeping a little closer. "How would we keep everyone talking?"

Bradley stroked your chin with his thumb and tilted your face gently so your eyes met his. "I could kiss you... if you want."

You licked your lips and searched his face. "If you kissed me, would you just be feeding into the rumors?"

Bradley watched the movement of his fingers as he let them drift back along your jaw and wrap around to tease the back of your neck. "No, Dandy. I'd be feeding into this crush I have on you. Which is why I've never done it before."

Your eyes drifted closed as you tilted your head a bit, and Bradley's pulse went wild. Every alarm bell in his head was going off, warning him that he'd get his heart broken if you were only going to kiss him for fun. But he couldn't stop you, because he didn't want to. 

With a soft sigh, your lips met his, and Bradley instantly knew you and he should have done this sooner. Your kiss was sweet as your lips gently explored his. He pulled you closer, his firm fingers stroking up and down the back of your neck until your palm rested on his chest. He could feel the prickle of his mustache against your skin as he nibbled gently on your bottom lip. The soft noise you made spurred him on, but now you were pulling away, meeting his eyes with that same tentative look. 

Bradley could feel the cold condensation on his jeans where your glass had come to rest, but everywhere else he was so warm. He took your glass and his beer bottle in his free hand and set them down on the table behind him. "Come here, Doodle," he whispered, now tracing your cheek with his knuckles. 

Your arms went around his neck, and you were pressing against him, tucked snug between his spread legs. "I hate it when you call me that," you whined softly, pressing your lips against his a little rougher this time. It took everything in Bradley not to climb off the stool and push you against the wall when your fingers found their way into this hair. 

"No, you don't," he whispered, breaking the kiss to taste your neck. 

"No, I don't," you agreed. When his mouth returned to yours, you parted your lips for Bradley, and he tasted you there, too. He stroked your cheek, and you peppered his lips with soft kisses before you pulled away a few inches. "I liked that."

"So did I," he agreed with a laugh. "We should do that all the time."

You nodded and kissed his cheek, and then Bradley realized all the other aviators were staring at both of you with varying looks of surprise. Except for Nat. She was smirking.

When you glanced over your shoulder to see where Bradley was looking, you waved at everyone. 

"Are the rumors true then? You two are into each other?" Nat asked, casually sipping her drink.

You turned back and looked at Bradley with hopeful eyes and a grin. "Are the rumors true, Rooster?"

He wrapped his hands around your waist and nodded at the others. "Yeah. Rumors are true." Then he stood and pulled you against him, dipping his head down for another kiss while you smiled. 

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A Delicate Thing* (check-in)

Summary: Y/n wants to know what's going on with her father and Harry doesn't want her to worry about it. But there's a big piece of news she wants to reveal when her worries are finally quelled.

A/n: You guys begged for more of this one and I started this check-in a bit ago but never finished it (until today!). Hope you enjoy! This is a check-in for A Delicate Thing (mafia!harry). 3.8k words.

Warning: 18+ only, smut, talk of violence and murder, anxious feelings

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It took a while for Y/n to get comfortable with the idea that she was no longer under the thumb of her father, William, and was now the Boss’s girl. She was treated with respect everywhere she went, was pampered, cared for, and doted upon by Harry.

But as the months turned into a year, she began to understand how awful her life had been before Harry. Her father kept a close watch on her. Told her not to eat too much, to wear certain clothes, to become acquainted with important topics but to act as if she didn’t understand, and worst of all was the way he enjoyed showing her off to his associates. She hated William.

“What are you thinking about,” Harry pulled her into his lap one morning as he sat at the kitchen table and drank his tea.

“I was just… it’s stupid. It’s in the past.”

“It’s not stupid. Don’t say that. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

She put her hands up to the lapel of his suit and sighed before beginning, “Thinking about William. How much I hate him. For everything he did to me. And now he’s bragging about how his daughter is the Boss’s girl… as if he had anything to do with it.”

Harry hummed and had his palm spread out over her thigh, the silk material of her nighty smooth under his hand, “Is he now? I think it’s time for me to give him a lesson once and for all. But only if you want me to. I don’t want to do anything that will have you upset.”

“What will you do?”

“Hmm…” Harry pursed his lips to the side for a moment, “What would you like? Demotion? Public reprimand?”

Shaking her head she kept her eyes on her lover, “Something worse.”

Nodding his head he spoke again, “Have someone break his arms? Cut him off from the family?”

“Maybe that. Cutting him off. I think that would be the worst for him. And I wouldn’t need to see him again.”

“Your wish is my command, my love.”

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Harry didn’t like to spend time away from his girl. Before she came along he’d take trips for work and never think a second thought about being away from some chick he might have been seeing. But with Y/n, she was his everything. So he started having her come with him if the trip wasn’t going to be too dangerous. Even if it was only for one night. He didn’t like not having her in his bed at the end of a long day.

And now he was currently away for work and had brought Y/n along with him. They traveled with his underboss, Brad, to visit an associate to come to some kind of agreement. Y/n wasn’t sure of the details, she just knew she’d be staying at the large mansion during the day with security outside while Harry, his underboss, and the associate were meeting somewhere unknown.

Harry was generally a busy man. He came home late sometimes but he always came home and he always called her when he was on his way back to her.

It was nearly 9 pm and she was freshly bathed and wrapped in a thick robe as she watched TV from the bed. Her phone rang with the tone she set for Harry and she leaned over to pluck it up, “Hi,” she smiled widely.

“Hi, baby. I’m on my way back, okay? How was your day?”

“Oh it was good,” she plopped back down into the pile of pillows behind her and sighed, “George’s chef made me a really big brunch and I swam in the pool for a while.”

“Good girl. Sounds nice. Can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Harry was the most attentive and loving man she’d ever met. There wasn’t a day that had gone by since he took her away from William, that she didn’t feel his love for her. And she loved returning that love to him just the same.

When he finally returned to George’s mansion and entered their bedroom, half expecting her to be at the front door when he pulled up, he understood why. She was lying on the bed, naked, her legs open and facing the door (on purpose he supposed). He swiftly closed the door behind him as she grinned at him, “Hi, Harry.”

Harry slid his jacket off and draped it at the foot of the bed and climbed in between her legs, hooking the underside of her knees over his shoulders, “Hi, baby,” he spoke in a whisper before he kissed the inside of her thighs and then got to work right away.

He’d woken her up much in the same way, lapping at her slowly until she was shaking and gasping as quietly as possible, not wanting to let anyone else hear what they were doing.

And just like the morning, she was quickly brought to her end with her palm covering her mouth and her other hand grasping the blankets below.

When he let go of her legs and her body melted into the bed below she lulled her head to the side to watch Harry as he pulled his pants and his briefs off and climbed over her frame. She realized what he was doing immediately so she opened her mouth wide for him, sticking her tongue out before he stuffed his cock into her mouth and pressed down into her throat, her soft lips wrapped around him and she coughed around his tip.

Harry grasped the back of her head up from the pillow underneath and rolled his hips down into her. He’d gotten her used to taking him like this. She was always eager to please him, though, so it didn’t take much work. Soon, she was a natural at opening up her throat and letting him fuck her mouth until she was drooling and gagging happily.

“Baby, fuck… Needed this all day.”

And he really had needed it. He left her in the morning without having had anything in return because he didn’t have time. She was always his priority. He always made sure she got off first, even if that meant he didn’t have time to also get off.

But now they had time. They could sleep in the next day and he could fuck her brains out, almost literally in that moment, with his cock filling her mouth and inching its way into her throat.

When she signaled she needed a breath he pulled out and brushed the hair from her face. She gasped and drew breaths into her lungs for a moment before opening her mouth up and lifting her head to find his cock again.

“Hold on, love… needy girl,” he chuckled as he moved off of her. He was ready to make love to her, feel her warm pussy, and make her come once more with him. Fill her with his come.

He preferred coming inside of her pussy lately. Harry wanted to get his girl pregnant. Wanted to knock her up and really have a claim on her. She was already his, but he dreamed of having her carrying his babies. A good handful of them. And when he brought it up to her a few months ago, she agreed she’d like that too. She wanted to give him as many babies as he wanted.

Harry laid on his back and pulled Y/n over him, “Want to see you fucking yourself on my cock and coming again.”

She loved doing this. When Harry would lie flat on the bed and she’d climb over him, his big cock reaching deep and spreading her apart, her knees down as she leaned back and put her hands over his thighs, sliding over him, giving him a good view of the way she liked to fuck herself on him. Then he’d thumb at her clit and she’d tip over the edge.

She positioned herself over him and lowered onto his dick, her hands on his pecs at first. Harry put his hands behind his head as he watched Y/n work herself down over him. Small, muted moans fell from her lips and Harry groaned at the way she felt around him.

When she’d taken him in and she was seated over him she hissed at how deep he was. It always ached so nicely, “Your tip is pushing into my womb. I can feel it. You’re going to get me pregnant, Harry,” she spoke as she leaned back, putting her palms over his well-muscled thighs and began rolling her hips, her labia parting and spread as his wide cock was stuffed into her.

Harry’s mouth dropped open at the sight and her words. She was filthy sometimes without even trying, “Fuck. You want my come deep inside your womb?” He spoke through gritted teeth, the way she was moving over him felt too good, “Gonna milk my cock of everything I have and get yourself pregnant, baby? Let’s see it. Let me see how you fuck my cock and make me come inside of you, greedy girl.”

She nodded and whined as she continued her work, slipping up and down his long prick, her arousal making a mess of him. Soon, she planted her feet flat onto the bed and began to really move over him, lifting upward and coming down with a wet smack each time.

Harry was panting and grunting, gently shifting his own hips upward out of instinct. He couldn’t help but to respond to her creamy pussy as she squeezed and moved over him.

“Oh god… Harry, please!” She gasped louder than she wanted. Her little plea was something he’d gotten used to during their year together. It meant she wanted to come but needed help.

So Harry swiftly moved his hands from behind his head and sat upward enough that he could reach to rub her clit and give it the kind of pressure she required.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Use my cock, baby.” Harry’s words were tight and breathy as he spoke in between pants.

“I want your come so bad. Want to make you a daddy.”

Harry nearly burst at that moment but he groaned and closed his eyes as he sped up his fingers at her clit. She was nearly there. Just a few more minutes.

When her thighs began to shake and her moans grew louder and her words were incoherent curses and babbles of nonsense he knew she was feeling or orgasm bubble up and begin to spread.

Yes, fuck, yes! Come on baby,” he moaned as he watched her face contort as her jaw dropped and she threw her head back suddenly, a loud call of his name followed by unhindered moans as she came. Her pussy pulsed around him as she got herself off with his cock. Harry groaned and released into her, bucking his hips up to push himself into the hilt and to get as close to her deepest spots inside as possible making her tits softly bounce.

“Fuck, baby!” He growled lowly as his come filled her up, his throbbing dick being squeezed and fucked as he came.

When Harry opened his eyes she was lying over his chest, small puffs of breath coming out as she recovered. Harry rubbed his palms over her back and kissed her forehead, “Love you, sweet girl.”

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Now, one of the reasons for Harry going to his associate's home 8 hours away from where they lived was to also discuss the fate of William. Harry had told Y/n he could just cut him off. And he could. That decision was Harry’s. But cutting someone off and ex-communicating them from the family was more difficult than just killing them. There were a few reasons for that but in the end, Harry wanted to make his girl happy. So he needed some advice from his associate who happened to be well acquainted with William from work dealings.

Breakfast was served the in mansion’s large dining room with tall windows and gaudy curtains hung. Everyone was at the table. Harry and his girl, his underboss Brad, the associate George, and his wife Blanca.

And Y/n didn’t know the details of what was going on. Nor did she know the status of her father. Harry kept her in the dark from most of their dealings on purpose. So when she heard her father’s name mentioned her ears perked up and she looked at Harry, who she was sitting on at that moment. He insisted she sit in his lap, which was not out of the ordinary. Most of Harry’s work partners and friends had gotten used to seeing the girl in his lap almost all the time.

“So he’s been a problem lately?” George spoke.

“He’s been a problem for a long time. We’d like to have him cut off from the family but we don’t know if he’s involved in anything else. And since you work with him regularly I thought I’d see if you had heard of anything else he might have his hands in. Money owed, things like that.”

Brad spoke next, “I told the boss we should just make him go away for good but the girl here is William’s daughter.”

George nodded, “I see. That makes this a difficult thing to say then, because I don’t see any way to cut him off with how many people would be after him. If you push him out and send him away without the protection of the family, he’ll be killed either way. But not before probably spilling details about your organization. And mine. He’ll be tortured and he’ll talk. It could compromise a lot of our operations.”

Y/n stayed quiet as she listened to the men talk about her father. She hadn’t realized this was a possibility. That William would need to be killed. It was one thing to have him cut off and she’d never hear from or see him again. But to know that he might be killed? Dead?

“Yes. That is my concern. I’d like a list of all of the relationships and affairs he’s got going on with your organization and then we’ll put something together on our end and make a decision about this,” he squeezed Y/n’s hip to let her know he was still keeping her wishes in mind.

On the road back home, Y/n finally voiced her concern about her father, “So we can’t cut him off or send him away, because that risks everything. But if he stays on in the organization… is there any other option?”

Harry wound their fingers together and pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “You mean other than killing him? Sure. But I don’t think you’ll like any of the other options.”

“Tell me.”

“Well, he could just continue working and making money for us. I could keep him away from you but he will be around. Another thing that could work would be to frame him and send him to prison for good. He’d be protected in prison but you’d never have to see him again.”

“But won’t he talk to the police? Tell them he’d been set up?”

“Not if I make it look like a sacrifice of honor. Tell him I’ll raise his title and thus his respect in the organization. He won’t roll on us if he knows he’ll be doing it for the family and that he’ll be earning the respect of everyone.”

“But what would you frame him for? What would put him away in prison forever?”

“Murder.”

♤♤♤♤

Y/n understood that sometimes things in the organization could be violent. People died, went to jail, wound up in hospitals… But to think about her father being framed for a murder he didn’t commit? Could she come to terms with that? Who would have to die? Who would kill the person? She asked all these questions but, as usual, Harry told her not to worry.

But she was worried. And not just about William. She’d gotten news of something else that morning that shocked her. It shouldn’t have but it did. Unfortunately, the lingering questions she had about her father overshadowed everything else that was on her mind.

She hated William. That was true. But she didn’t want him dead. She also didn’t want Harry to get into trouble for anything. And when it came down to it, when she thought about all the outcomes, the worst were always the ones that had Harry in prison and away from her or dead. She actually preferred her dad dead than to have Harry go to prison.

Even though it had been weeks since Harry had met with George, she still hadn’t gotten word about what was going to become of William and she felt anxious. She hated not knowing. She trusted Harry but she needed to know what the plan was. She wanted Harry to tell her everything. It was for a reason that he kept her in the dark about things, but this was personal for her. This specific thing was about her father.

When Harry came home that evening their routine looked much like it normally did. Y/n climbed into his lap and kissed him and he held her and decompressed for a bit before he was ready to finally eat. She heated his food and poured him a glass of wine and they sat together at the dining table and she told him about her day.

But underneath what felt very normal to Harry, Y/n was getting up the nerve to insist he tell her the plan regarding William.

When she put his plate into the dishwasher and refilled her own glass of wine she joined him on the couch and curled into his side and sighed.

Looking up at him she realized there was nothing to worry about. Harry had never been mean to her or made her feel bad for asking questions. He’d either tell her or he wouldn’t. She only hoped she was able to argue her point and make him understand that this was something she deserved to know.

“What’s going on with William? Have you decided anything?”

Harry continued softly rubbing his hand over her hip and her side as he spoke, “I don’t want you to worry about it, love. Okay? Everything is going to be taken care of.”

She knew he’d answer that way. But she was prepared.

“I trust you, Harry. I really do. But this is my father. And this is personal to me. And you tell me not to worry but I do and I can’t help but to worry.”

Harry turned to look at his girl and nodded in thought. He knew it was personal to her. And normally when he told her not to worry about something she’d drop it. But the fact that she was doubling down on this made him pause. He still didn’t want her to know. He wanted to protect her from the awful truth.

“My sweet girl. I know this is personal. But what good will it do for you to know how we’ll go about this? You know our options here and none of them are very nice. I don’t want you to be upset thinking about it and dwelling on it.”

Y/n turned herself to face Harry squarely, “I’m already dwelling on it. I need to know. I deserve to know. I wouldn’t ask you and insist on something that doesn’t somehow involve me. But this does. I need to know.”

Harry smiled and took a deep breath, bringing his hands up to her face, and gently drew her in for a small kiss before he sat back into the couch and cleared his throat, “One of George’s men was involved in something that got him brutally killed. Right now we’ve made it look like William was the murderer. It’s only a matter of time before the police investigate him and find him guilty. And as you may know, your father has been arrested for battery and assault multiple times in the past and so a murder charge wouldn’t surprise anyone looking to find the perpetrator. He will go to prison for a very long time because the murder was quite savage. If the police think William did that, they won’t want him released.”

Y/n nodded and bit her lip before speaking up, “And like you said at George’s, he’ll think he’s doing a favor to the family? He won’t talk?”

“Exactly. We’ll make sure of it. We’ll supply him with plenty of my money on his account for commissary, and bartering. And he’ll have a nice cell by himself. He’ll be treated well but we’ll never have to worry about him again.”

She let out a breath of relief. It was ideal if it worked, “And you’re sure this will work out?”

Harry let out a small laugh and pulled at her, bringing her to his lap, his favorite way of sitting with her, “Baby, it’ll work. If you don’t think we have a cop on our payroll to make sure of it then you must not realize the kind of power I have.”

Y/n smiled and put her arms over his shoulders, “I know how powerful you are. And I am so happy I’m here with you,” she brought her arms down and took Harry’s hands in hers, moving his palms to cover her low tummy, “So happy for everything that’s to come.”

Harry stitched his brows together as he took in her words and her gesture, looking from where she placed his hands to her face, “Are you… is this?”

She nodded quickly, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

He was stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected it. Sure they’d been a little loose with him coming in her during her fertile days, and he knew they were both in their prime and fully fertile so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. This was what they had wanted.

“You… when did you find out?” Harry cupped her tummy with more intention now, his eyes wide.

“This morning.”

He let out a small breath and grinned from ear to ear, his dimples carving into his cheeks, and pushed Y/n off of his lap and down to the couch as he lifted her dress upward so he could look at her tummy, placing small kisses all around her skin and over her belly button. Y/n squeaked in laughter at the way his curls brushed her soft flesh as he drew his lips over her tummy slowly. She put her hands into his hair and sighed, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and continued dragging his mouth downward until he lowered her panties and looked up at her from between her legs, “I love you too, baby. Now let’s celebrate.”

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[mooshkat]

anyways i refuse to accept that that's the final end of them so. here.

Two hours later, Buck finds himself on Tommy's doorsteps. There's still a pit in the bottom of his stomach, it hasn't left since the words "I guess I did." left Tommy's mouth, but now he's moved on to upset. He's angry and he's not going to let one of the best things that happened to him go without a fight.

He knocks on the door, harsher than he normally would, and doesn't have to wait long before his–before Tommy answers it.

"What–Evan!" Tommy says, startled as Buck pushes past him and barges into his house. Buck glances at him and finds him with puffy, red eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. It makes him just a little bit more hopeful that Tommy isn't as over them as he initially thought.

"I heard what you said and I get you're scared, Tommy, but no. No, you don't get to end things like that. Not after going through the last six months acting like it was meant to mean something because it did. To me."

Buck stands in the middle of the living room, arms crossed tight over his chest. He becomes hyperaware of just how much their lives have intertwined over the last six months; bits of him are scattered all over Tommy's house, in the clothes he's left behind and the pictures pinned to the fridge that holds his keto snacks. The same kind of pieces that Tommy has at his loft as well.

"Okay, so what if you're my first boyfriend? That doesn't make how I feel about you mean any less. I don't–I don't need to go out there and find another guy I like until he's 'the one'. I like you and I don't need to explore my options, or whatever. It kind of makes it feel like you think I'm just experimenting with being bisexual, and that's not what this is. I'm not using you as some exciting new thing."

Tommy sighs and scrubs a hand down his face, his shoulders drooping. "No, Evan, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant."

"Good. Good." Buck nods, deflating a little bit. "I'm sorry you've had shitty experiences in the past, Tommy, but I'm not those people. I-I asked you to move in with me tonight because I could see a life with you, Tommy. I want you in my life."

He takes a deep breath, "You talk about being scared of having your heart broken by me? You broke mine tonight. I've been afraid to say it because I always–always–get in too deep faster than my partners, but I...I love you. I love you, Thomas Kinard, and I want a life with you. Please don't let your fear stop you from having that."

Tommy doesn't say anything. He stares at Buck, eyes wide, and doesn't open his mouth.

The pit in his stomach gets worse. The hope he had is fracturing apart and splintering into raw embarrassment instead, and maybe this was a stupid idea, wasn't it? It was a bad idea to refuse Tommy's boundaries and come barging into his home to yell at him.

"Oh. Yeah, okay. Sorry, this was stupid." He was stupid thinking someone would actually want to stay for once. "Sorry. Forget I ever came over, and I'll–I'll leave your stuff at Harbor later."

He ducks his head and tries to squeeze past Tommy so he can leave before he gets sick.

A hand wraps around his wrist and stops him. He doesn't want to risk it and see it in Tommy's eyes that they are truly done for, but he stops and glances up at Tommy anyway.

"I'm sorry," Tommy says, and fresh tears pool in his eyes. "I'm sorry I let old habits kick up and let fear run my life. I'm not really the best at talking about things, am I? If–If you'll stay, I want to tell you about it. I shouldn't have left the way I did, but I want you to understand why."

Buck pulls his wrist free from Tommy's grasp and for a split second, he sees the fear and hurt in his eyes, before Buck grabs his hand and squeezes it. "Okay. Let's talk. And...please don't ever call me Buck again."

[ask-sister-solaris]

Heyyyyy lovely I have an idea!

I was wondering if you could do an Egon x Reader x Ray during the scene where Ray and Egon show the others the slime (yknow the one where they make the toaster dance but like the whole scene 😉). Maybe the reader has been away for a long while, and the guys thought they needed to do this for 'research'. I'd love to know how you think they'd try and hide their embarrassment, let alone the fact that they even thought about it from reader

Ooooonnyessssssssss

“You hound”

Ray x Egon x reader

Warnings: none

You and Winston were stood at egons desk as Ray, Egon and Peter were gathered at the microwave. “We have been experimenting with the plasma we found in the subway” Ray spoke as Egon brought the Tupperware container over. Peter looked at him confused and made a comment “Should I get spoons?” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity and looked at Ray and Egon. Egon warned everyone not to bother the slime and to watch, which naturally being curious you did. He nodded at Ray “Go ahead Ray” you rose a brow confused until Ray started yelling at the slime, making you jump back in surprise as it began to bubble. Egon joined in on the yelling and it bubbled more. When it reached the top, Egon stopped Ray half yell and you looked impressed, Venkman in the other hand not so much “This is what you do with your spare time?”

Ray looked wounded “Peter this is an incredible breakthrough, I mean what a discovery a psycho reactive substance. Whatever this stuff is, it response to human emotional states.” You smiled gently at him and his geekiness. This is why you loved Ray and Egon. They were so…them. They didn’t listen to the teasing. Of course Venkman brought the whole thing down by simply calling it “Mood Slime” before leaning in and acting all stupidly flirty. You gagged at him and laughed when the slime bubbled at him. You rested a hand on Egons shoulder as you pulled out your cigarettes and lit one up. Winston chimed in “You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes?” Ray nodded his head “like a cop in a donut factory” you chuckled as you took a drag of your cigarette and breathed out the Vapor.

Egon looked at the three of you then Ray “We have been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction.” Peter looked at Egon with a raised brow and asked about what tests they were running. Ray sighed “Well we sing to it, and uh we talk to it and well, we say supportive nurturing things to it” a smirk grew on Venkmans face as he looked at the slime and then to Ray “your not sleeping with it are you Ray?” You looked at Peter gone out, as if Ray would- but the silence that came afterwords spoke for itself. You looked between Ray and Egon, both refusing to make eye contact. The slime bubbled and Peters, Winston’s and your eyes widened looking between the two. Peter looked at Egon and groaned, wincing at the thought “oh you…” Winston chuckled and shook his head “it’s always the quiet ones”

You couldn’t believe they would do that but the slime itself had confirmed by reading the emotions in the room. Peter laughed and looked between the two “You hound” Egon cleared his throat and tried to divert from the subject, asking Ray directly about a kinetic test. There was no urging or prompting needing from Egon to get Ray from his embarrassment. Egon placed a toaster on the desk as Ray scooped up some of the plasm on a spoon and put it into the toaster. Egon carried it over to the pool table as Ray told them it responds not music, strange but you were a ghostbuster. You’d seen stranger. Egon put the tape in and instantly you knew it was yours, your Jackie Wilson tape. You grinned as egon looked over “Loves Jackie Wilson”

“Do you guys do this at night when I’m not here” Peter huffed sceptical about what the slime would do. He mocked them “oh I get it it sings, sounds just like Jackie, that’s fantastic” egon rolled his eyes as you stood beside him still smoking your cigarette , you knew that Egon loved any music you listened to so that explained where your Jackie Wilson tape had gone. “Just watch” Egon snapped back as the toaster began jumping around the pool table. You all watched in awe, you yourself impressed theyd found this out. “Oh it dances to” Peter exclaimed and you chuckled and watched it. Toast popped out as egon caught them and put them to the side. You chuckled as egon stopped the music and Venkman hugged the toaster “oh baby, oh your my number one Christmas boutique gift item” you rolled your eyes at his stupidity “yeah and the moment someone gets angry that toaster could eat their hand” you answered back he shook his head in disbelief and turned it around looking all over “no no well put a sticker on it freeing us from any liability” just as he said that he screamed and put his fingers in the bread holes. He laughed as the others panicked and snorted “how did you ever fall for the old hand in the haunted toaster trick.” You all groaned and tackled him dragging him off to the ECTO 1 laughing.

Later you were sat in the lab with egon and Ray reading a book on the occult. You looked up and tilted your head “Boys? You didn’t actually sleep with the ectoplasm did you? I mean..please say you didn’t” both Ray and Egon looked at each other than back out you guilt all over their faces. You groaned and slammed your head into your book. You looked up bright red and shook your head “You absolutely hounds, you could have just come to me”

[pandenewie]

RULE FOUR: Don't Fall In Love

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Y/n and Niki kissed.

They kissed. On the mouth. And Niki has no one to talk to about it.

According to him and his stupid lie, he had his first kiss a month ago, with Y/n, watching the sunset. If he suddenly starts freaking out about his first kiss now, his friends will all know that he made the first one up and the whole lie will be revealed.

Niki momentarily considers confiding in Eunchae but the idea is short-lived after the quick realisation that she will rip him to shreds. In a dilemma, the boy turns to the only other person he would be even slightly vulnerable with - Kim Jongseob.

“I'm not giving you any more money, Riki. I told you, the school vending machines are overpriced and the Kit-Kats aren't even that good.” Jongseob sighs, trying to quicken his pace and out-walk Niki. Unfortunately, due to Niki's long legs, he catches up almost immediately.

“What? No, this isn't about that.” Niki shakes his head, grabbing Jongseob's arm and leading him in the opposite direction. “Dude? I've got flute practice!” Jongseob exclaims, only earning an eye roll from Niki. “Fuck your flute teacher, this is more important.”

As the rest of the students clear out and go home for the day, Niki pulls Jongseob to the side of one of the now empty corridors. “I need advice about Y/n.” He states plainly, causing Jongseob to look at him with a deadpan expression. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” There’s an irritated tone to Jongseob’s question. “Can’t you ask Sunghoon or something? He’s literally in a relationship.” Niki scoffs at this suggestion. “Sunghoon gives the worst relationship advice known to man. Besides, he can’t know about this, so I figured I’d ask the next best person.” 

“I’ve never had a girlfriend?” Jongseob looks at Niki, puzzled. “That doesn’t matter, we’re talking about me, here.” Niki waves off, only adding to his friend’s confusion. “Okay… what did you need advice on?” 

Niki’s face heats up at the thought of what he’s about to admit to Jongseob. It’s not the fact that he hasn’t had his first kiss yet (or hadn’t until yesterday). But the fact that he is about to admit that his relationship is fake causes embarrassment to pool in the pit of his stomach. Still - he needs to talk to someone about this before his thoughts and feelings eat him alive.

“I kissed Y/n.” Niki blurts out, not sure how else to bring up the topic. Jongseob raises an eyebrow simply at Niki, “Okay? You guys are dating.” He states as if Niki had forgotten the fact. “Well… that’s the thing… we’re kinda not actually dating.”

Jongseob has never been more confused in his life. “My friends have been giving me shit for being single and I kinda snapped and told them that Y/n and I were together.” Niki admits. “Why the hell would you do that?” Jongseob asks, laughing slightly at his friend's stupidity. “I don’t know! You should know by now that I say shit without thinking.” Niki frowns, earning a sigh from Jongseob.

“Okay - so let me guess, you're freaking out because you're starting to catch feelings?” Jongseob reads Niki like a book, sighing when he sees Niki's sheepish smile. “You're insane.” He adds. “I don't need you to belittle me! I need you to tell me what to do.” Niki whines, stomping his foot like a child. “Just tell them! The worst that can happen is they don’t like you back and break up with you - well, fake break up. And that would have to happen eventually anyway since you can’t just pretend to date for the rest of your lives so, really, you have nothing to lose.” Jongseob attempts to reason.

It falls silent between the two as Niki takes in Jongseob’s words. “Don’t tell me you were considering fake dating Y/n for the rest of your life?” Jongseob asks, his eyes widening slightly. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind…” Niki mumbles, Jongseob releasing yet another sigh in response. “You’re hopeless, dude.”

To say Niki was surprised to see Y/n waiting outside his classroom before lunch would be an understatement. “Uh… hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” Niki asks, cringing at his awkwardness. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his question. “Aren’t we going to have lunch together?” They ask.

Lunch? Niki had completely forgotten about lunch. He assumed Y/n wouldn't even be talking to him today - let alone spending time with him like everything is completely normal.

“Oh.. haha, yeah. Slipped my mind for a second. Let me just grab my bag.” Niki laughs. “It's on your back.” Y/n points out, holding back their laughter as Niki's eyes widen. “Oh yeah… tricked ya!” He says, ruffling Y/n's hair before striding off down the hall.

Y/n quickly runs after him, slipping their hand into his once they've caught up. The action causes Niki's heartbeat to quicken - a simple touch sending his brain into overdrive. This is going to be a long lunch.

It's silent between the two when they finally sit down on the bleachers - their usual lunch spot. Without a word, Y/n pulls their hand from Niki's and begins eating their lunch. Sighing at the lost contact, Niki does the same.

“Look Y/n… I think we need to talk about-”

“I'm so sorry!”

Y/n cuts off Niki's sentence with their sudden outburst, causing the boy to turn to them, confused. Y/n's head is practically hung in shame as they look at Niki, a small frown on their lips. “We agreed to just kiss on the cheek and that's what you were doing but I turned at the last minute and practically stole your first kiss. I'm so sorry, Riki.”

Niki looks at Y/n, puzzled. “Uh… I'm not mad, Y/n. It was an accident.” Niki’s words do little to ease Y/n’s feelings. “Well, yeah, but it was your first kiss. And I just took it from you like it meant absolutely nothing. You were probably wanting to have it with someone really special.” Y/n mumbles. Niki finds it adorable how much meaning Y/n seems to put into a first kiss. He didn’t care nearly as much as they were making him out to. And besides, to him, he technically did have it with someone special - they just didn’t happen to know.

“Well… if we’re going by that logic, then I stole your first kiss as well. So we’re both to blame.” Niki shrugs. Trying to ease the atmosphere, Niki gently nudges Y/n with his shoulder. “Cheer up, it was an accident, Y/nnie.” Y/n laughs dryly, looking up at Niki for the first time throughout the entire conversation. “You’re right… we can just forget it happened.” They smile.

Wait. That’s not what Niki wanted.

“Haha. Yeah, right.”

“Okay… what happened?”

Y/n doesn’t know whether to be grateful or displeased with how easily Danielle knows them. She can pick up on any change in emotion - no matter how small. It’s great for when Y/n needs someone to talk to but not so much when there’s something on their mind that they don’t want to talk about.

Sighing, Y/n looks up at their friend. They know that the frustration is evident on their face, based on the way Danielle’s lips turn downwards into a slight pout. “Talk to me, Y/nnie.” She whispers, careful not to be caught talking by Mr Yoon.

“It’s complicated.” Y/n whispers back. Just as Danielle is about to ask further questions, the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps the two out of their bubble. They turn to see Mr Yoon standing next to their desk, a slightly disappointed look on his face as he looks down at them with a quirked brow.

“Y/n, you can tell Danielle all about your boyfriend later.” Mr Yoon jokes, causing Y/n’s face to burn bright red. “Now, unless you want me to join in on this little gossip session, I suggest you get back to work.” He adds, tapping the desk with his finger before walking back towards the front of the classroom.

The last 15 minutes of class feel like they drag on forever as Danielle continues to try and get information out of Y/n. However, scared of getting caught again by Mr Yoon, Y/n ignores her pleas.

Finally, the bell rings for the end of class and Danielle practically drags Y/n out of the room. “CODE RED, CHAE!” Danielle calls to their third friend as the two walk towards their usual table. Danielle pushes Y/n to sit next to Eunchae before sitting on their other side, successfully trapping Y/n between the two of them.

“I think it’s about N-I-K-I.” Danielle spells out. “You can say his name, Dani. He’s not a curse.” Y/n rolls their eyes, causing Danielle to shrug. “I’m just being careful; maybe you’re sensitive.”

“I’m confused.” Eunchae says, earning a sigh from Y/n. “You and me both.” It’s silent between the friends for a moment before Y/n finally relents, sharing everything that’s gone down with Niki.

“We kissed. It was an accident but it still happened. And now everything is weird.”

Well… that certainly wasn't what the girls were expecting. “Weird… how?” Danielle asks. “Like, not how we used to be. It’s like neither of us know how to act anymore.” Y/n sighs, earning a stifled laugh from Eunchae. “Oh my god, you guys are so hopeless, it's adorable.”

Y/n furrows their brows at their friends' words, their heads tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” They ask. “You guys are acting weird because you like each other.” Eunchae points out, her words causing Y/n's face to immediately flush a bright red tint. “What? No, we don't-”

“Oh my God, you're right! The only thing separating the fake relationship from a real one was the kissing. Now that you guys have crossed that boundary, you found out that it's not really fake anymore and neither of you know what to do.” Danielle exclaims, clapping her hands as if she's just solved one of the world's greatest mysteries. “Uh.. I think the thing separating a fake and real relationship is the feelings.” Y/n replies, only to be waved off by their friends. “Don't play dumb, Y/n. Those are obviously there.”

“Think about it. What are either of you getting out of this? It's basically just a relationship trial run. Eunchae points out. “Okay, even if I did have a crush on Niki - there's no way he'd feel the same.” Y/n sighs. “Oh babe, you're blind.” Danielle laughs. “Do you think he just runs around, playing boyfriend for everyone?” 

“You can find out for yourself if you don't believe us.” Eunchae shrugs, causing Y/n to look at her confused. “Pay attention to how he acts around, what he says and does. Then you'll see.”

Y/n assumed Eunchae's words were a load of rubbish. Sure, Niki is sweet and all but there's no special treatment or obvious signs that point to him liking Y/n anymore than a friend.

That’s until Y/n sees him waiting outside their classroom, his school bag slung over one shoulder and another mysterious bag in his hand. Niki looks up with shining eyes as he hears y/n approaching.

“Are you ready to go to the library? I already grabbed all your art stuff.” Niki smiles, the action causing Y/n's heart to swell. “You grabbed all of it?” They ask in awe. Niki nods simply. “I might've forgotten something, though. You can check if you want.” He says, going to open the bag before Y/n stops him. “I'm sure I can use whatever you got. Thank you, Riki.” He smiles proudly at Y/n's words, readjusting the bag in his grip before the two start walking to the library.

Now that Eunchae has mentioned it, Y/n can’t help but pay attention to all the little things Niki does for them. The way he absolutely refuses to let them carry their own bag. How he makes them walk on the side of the path furthest from the road. Things they wouldn’t have even batted an eye at previously now cause their heart to flutter. Even the way he sits there, tapping away on his phone, Y/n can’t help but watch him in admiration.

“Y/n?”

The sudden call of their name snaps Y/n out of their thoughts. They look up to see Niki looking down at them, his head tilted slightly with confusion. “You were spacing out.” He speaks, gently poking the space between their eyebrows - his touch easing out the tension Y/n hadn’t even noticed was there.

Come on, Y/n. Get your act together!

Just one day ago, everything was perfectly fine between the two of them. Now, one kiss and some newly discovered feelings later, it’s as if Y/n has no idea how to speak to Niki. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little distracted is all.” Y/n mumbles. “You can’t think of what to draw?” Niki asks, his question causing Y/n to shake their head with a small pout. 

“Do you wanna watch me play Minecraft?” It’s an odd question - Y/n’s not entirely sure how it’s supposed to help. They find themself agreeing nonetheless, pulling their chair up next to Niki’s. “I’ll give you a tour of my world - maybe it’ll spark some creativity.” Niki says. Even the way he talks about Minecraft somehow gets them blushing.

As Niki begins to play, Y/n can’t help the way their body naturally gravitates towards his warmth. Is it cold in the library? Or is it just the already close proximity increasing Y/n’s need for physical contact? Either way, Y/n finds themself leaning closer to Niki, their head moving to gently lean on Niki’s shoulder as their eyes focus on the phone screen. Niki adjusts slightly in his seat, the movement causing Y/n to immediately pull away. Just as they’re about to mumble an apology, Niki’s hand moves up to gently cup the side of their head. Without looking away from his phone, Niki gently guides Y/n’s head to lay back on his shoulder, stroking their hair a few times before moving his hand to its original position.

Y/n has to stop themself from screaming out loud. They push themself further into Niki’s body, squishing their cheek against his shoulder to stop any noise from coming out. It also does wonders in hiding their blushing face, something they’re grateful Niki is not paying attention to at the moment. The two sit in silence, the only sound coming from Niki’s phone as he kills spiders or whatever the hell he’s doing. Y/n’s not paying much attention anymore - their mind overwhelmed with thoughts. However, through the hazy mess of feelings in their brain, there is one clear idea that keeps replaying over and over again.

Y/n likes Niki.

Y/n really likes Niki.

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[charlie-pippin-faraday]

my danganronpa v3 chapter 3 investigation and trial running commentary:

would it be too obvious to predict that kiyo killed angie? because it seems like there was a ritual involved, and he's the ritual guy. and he wouldn't shut up about the resurrection ritual angie wanted to do being like an offense to proper rituals or whatever

you know people have been saying "yeah they're definitely dead, positive, i watched them die" so many times i'm starting to get suspicious

the instant kiyo was like "the spirit medium should be a girl" i knew it was gonna be tenko, and i had the immediate thought of "she's about to die, isn't she?" which only grew stronger as she was saying all that uplifting stuff to himiko

"alright himiko i'll see you later!" i have the sinking feeling you won't

"i'll see you all after the seance!" no you won't, tenko

this singing strongly reminds me of being in church lol. no tune, rhythm, or pitch, everyone's singing terribly, it's barely more than a chant lol

there was a huge obvious thunk in the middle of our song and we just kept singing?? lol okay

kiyo looking at tenko surrounded by a pool of her own blood: "something is amiss." yeah ya think???

tbh i expected there to be a double murder at some point. there was one in each of the previous two games (both in chapter 3, if i recall correctly), so this isn't a surprise

even though i 100% saw it coming, i'm a little bummed it was tenko. i fucking HATED her at the start but she was really growing on me

however, i DID predict that all of the girlies would end up dead, and they took out 2 of the 3 of them in one fell swoop

lmao maki you can call kaito stupid as much as you want, but i see through your ruse. i too was once an angry, brash teenage girl. i know that "he's so stupid i can't stand him" is teenage girl code for "i want him so bad i don't know how to handle it." and like, someone treating her kindly, including her in the group constantly, and believing in her on blind faith alone has got to be out of the norm for her, i get why he gets her so bent out of shape lol

she really did punch him super hard in the mouth tho lol

i miss having kaito around, my buddy my partner in crime. was really missing him the latter half of this chapter

but he's with me at all times in spirit, now that i have the kaito monopad theme! it's like i stuck up a picture of him in my locker, that's what that feels like. he's always there, cheering me on, inspiring me. a constant reminder...of Him

now, as for this case, i do not have nearly as clear of an idea of what happened or who's guilty. i'm definitely more confused than last time. last time i knew basically how the murder happened. this one i'm stumped, on both murders. there's so much that doesn't make sense, idk how it happened. OR who did it. my only hunch is that i think it could be kiyo? but that feels like too simple an answer just because of all the occult stuff and i have no clue why he would do that

"i believe that inner voice will lead me to hope as long as i listen to it" keebo you don't happen to hear the voice of makoto naegi in your head, do you?

LMAOOOO @ kokichi and miu going back and forth about "cum dumpster" and gonta just being like ".......anyway what should we talk about now?"

the taxi game should just be called "reckless driving: the minigame"

"soul bro"????????? kazuichi soda is that you?????

"as a self-proclaimed expert of stepping through floorboards" i'm glad kokichi can make fun of himself as well as others

i mean once they said the loose floorboard was inside the magic circle, the magic circle that kiyo drew and that kiyo told us not to step on, in order to perform the seance that kiyo put together and convinced us to perform........the answer there felt kind of obvious

kiyo was acting very sus the whole trial, trying very hard to pin the blame on himiko

the very unhinged nervous laughter gave it away tbh

is miu saying that she makes keebo look at her shit everyday? also, why go through all that? wouldn't a camera be easier?

why is everyone bullying keebo PLEASE stop

i would just like to say, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart: what the FUCK, kiyo

i didn't expect this game to include an incestuous serial killer, yet here we are

"i nearly went mad" you know what my dude i think you can cut out the word "nearly"

"all the girls here are worthy except maki and miu" hey shut the fuck up, those are my two favorite girls!!!!

"i have finished my explanation to you, friends" we're not friends

"i'll watch over you as a ghost! as your friend, i'll watch over you!" please don't. and once again we're not friends

now i know why i couldn't figure out what happened in these murders or why they occurred - it's because kiyo is INSANE and just did murders for funsies

"i'll put in the effort until everyone trusts me" i see that kaito finally got through to maki

she's still annoying but i'm glad to see that himiko finally grew a bit of a backbone and fought back. and it's heartening to see tenko inspire her, maybe she'll be more interesting as the rest of this game progresses

i do feel bad for her tho, they cruelly took out both prongs of her love triangle at once. she wailed about being alone now, which is sad, but i sure hope she doesn't come to ME for comfort or friendship; despite these developments i'm still not interested in hanging out with her

i thought he was gonna end up annoying me endlessly, but kokichi has become very fascinating. what's your motive, my dude? why do you do the things you do? what's your endgame? i don't understand you and i'm never hanging out with you, but i'm curious

gonta carrying himiko on his back is actually the sweetest thing

bro holdup is kaito dying??????? no no no!!!!!! i need more information IMMEDIATELY!

oh great, i get kiyo's mask as a present, exactly what i wanted

on to chapter 4!

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 6)

(Pt. 5)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader is normal and wants a normal life/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Detective Gibson

**NOTE: Hey guys. Thank you so much for interaction with this fic, and I’m seeing a lot of new followers. I love that!! But I really need to stress right now how I do not support/endorse C*stas M*ndylor as a person or his opinions. He’s racist and I enjoy and only enjoy Mark Hoffman’s character. If you are a C*stas Stan, I highly encourage you to maybe cease interacting with this fic. **

Legs bouncing under the table. Hot coffee between your hands. Your makeup is smeared and not for any of the reasons you had hoped.

Ted is dead. The rhyme would be hilarious if you weren’t shitting bricks. You’ve been sitting in this interrogation room for 45 something minutes without a single word. Maybe they’re sweating you out. Can’t imagine why. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to without your nerves shooting up from your stomach.

You have no idea where Mark is. He had taken you back to the station with him but by the time you got there, someone was pulling you in for questioning. You couldn’t help but wonder if Mark’s in the same spot as you one room over.

Finally, finally, the door opens. A plain looking detective enters with a folder, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and takes a seat across from you.

“What time is it?” You ask weakly. He pauses like he wasn’t expecting you to talk first. He checks his watch.

“Uh, 2:37.”

You nod mutely and stare at the mirror over his shoulder.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you guys still do the one way mirror thing?” You nod to over his shoulder. “Everybody knows what it is because of the movies. So why bother?”

The detective just stares at you. You wonder if he’s stupid.

“You gonna tell me your name?”

He blinks, flips open the folder.

“I’m Detective Gibson. Sorry you had to wait so long.”

“Did you have more people to hassle?”

“That’s not fair. None of them were his ex.”

“But I still wasn’t top of the list?”

He digests your comment before chucking. “Alright, you got me. So we wanted you to sit for a little while.”

“A waste of your time and mine,” you mutter.

“Yeah, seems that you had a hot date with Detective Hoffman, is that right?”

“You gonna book me for conflict of interest?”

“Booking? Getting a little ahead of ourselves. I haven’t even had a chance to tell you what’s in the folder.”

“Nothing of substance.”

“No?”

“No, because there’s nothing there. Let’s just get this first bit out of the way. You don’t intimidate me. Am I here because you think I killed Ted? Is that it? You have a stack of 8 by 10 glossy photos of me with a black eye? How about a broken arm? And yet he never got booked for it.”

“Sounds like a motive.”

You chuckle humorlessly and bury your face in your hands.

“Uh-fucking-believable. Where’s Mark? You shaking him down, too?”

Gibson is quiet again, then shuffles the papers.

“Do you know where you were on July 9th?”

“Last Monday? Depends on the time. Probably work. If not work, home. Hey, you know who you could ask? The person you guys have had tracking my every move for two fucking weeks!”

He’s not smiling but you can tell the fucker is satisfied with your outburst.

“Admissible in court?” You scoff. “I don’t get it. That’s where I was. You don’t have a case. Let me go home so I can mourn and take off my makeup.”

He cocks his head. “Mourn?”

“He was a piece of shit but he was a human being, and I used to love him. I don’t care. No one deserves to die in one of those fucking monstrosities.”

“You draw a pretty clear line, morally.”

“Yes, it’s all a part of my master plan. Can I please go home?”

“Just a few more questions.” He pulls a specific photo. “Take a look at this for me.”

You look, and then grimace at the image. It’s Ted, his arms separated from his body, laying face down in a pool of blood and viscera.

“Jesus,” you groan. Tears start to pool at the corners of your eyes as you force your head over your shoulder.

“You barely looked.”

“I saw enough. Stop fucking with me. I told you all I know. I cut ties with him after his last stint. I don’t do anything. I’m a waitress. I don’t have friends, I don’t leave my apartment. I don’t do anything.” You realize halfway through your memorized spiel that you’re crying. “I don’t know why this shit is following me around but I don’t want it. Any of it. Please just let me go home.”

There’s silence as you shake and let the tears fall from your eyes.

You feel a hand come to yours and you jerk it away like it burned you, suddenly turning back to Gibson with a fury.

“Get the fuck away from me!” You hiss, backing up in your chair. Gibson raises his hands.

“Woah, okay, easy. Alright. I see no reason to keep you any longer. Come on.”

He replaces the papers in his folder and you both stand. You keep your distance but as he holds the door open you realize he’s going to make you pass him. You tense as you do so, feeling his scrutinous eyes on your back. You hate him, he’s an asshole, but you can’t get a read on him. Whatever. You’re exhausted. All you want to do is go home and sleep.

You stumble out of the interrogation room and into the main room of the station, heels in hand. The few people present are watching you. You only have eyes for the door at the end of the hall.

But then a hand is between your shoulder blades and you feel Mark’s heat next to you, smell his cologne. But he doesn’t follow you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Gibson!?”

You turn and Mark has Gibson's collar in a vice grip. Gibson shoves Mark’s hands from him and pushes his chest.

“I’m doing my job, Hoffman. Don’t forget, you’re a suspect too, and in danger of ‘reassignment’. Right?”

“You better keep your nose outta things before something happens to it.”

“Is that a threat?”

You grip Mark’s forearm and spin him around, digging your heels to peel him down the hall.

“Mark, come on, please. Please, let’s just go home. Please.”

Mark’s eyes land on you and they soften. You can’t even imagine what you must look like but you don’t care. You squeeze Mark’s arm.

He turns back to Gibson, straightens out his jacket, runs a hand through his hair, and then he’s walking you out of the station with his hand having returned to your back, content to let it remain there.

The trip back to your place is silent. You don’t even remember the last time you had your shoes on. You go straight for the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it. Take off your makeup. Brush out your hair. Stare at yourself in the mirror until your reflection becomes blurry and your knuckles are white as you grip grooves into the sink.

You pee, peel off your panty hose, strip down to your underwear.

Hoffman is leaning against the wall outside the door and he does a very good job hiding his reaction at your bare skin. You sigh anyway.

“Sorry- I wasn’t even thinking…”

“No, don’t worry about it. Come on. You need water?”

You nod and drag your feet to your bedroom. Distantly you can make out the sound of your sink in the kitchen. You manage to take off your bra- some scanty thing you’d picked out for Mark, and slip on a band tee. Mark returns to your side. He’s removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves. He has a guiding hand taking you to your bed and you run your hands along his thick forearms.

“Alright, come on,” Mark half warns/half suggests you under your covers. If you were any more cognizant, you’d hate the way he’s walking you around like a child. But child or not, you need comfort.

He tries to turn away but you grab his wrist.

“Please, don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.”

Mark sighs. “I don’t think…”

“No, not that. Just lay down with me, please. Or sit. Just please don’t leave me.”

Mark leaves your vision and you don’t turn your attention from the window that scared you shitless last week. Then you feel the bed dip at your back. Feel Mark’s strong arms slip across your stomach and rubbing circles into your shoulder.

You turn in to face his chest. Fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. Inhale the smell of him. You run your fingers along his jaw and press your nose to his. He doesn't move; in fact, his breathing has all but stopped.

You press wet lips to his but he doesn’t return. Just presses his lips together until you pull away.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”

But he does kiss you on the forehead and you settle for curling into him and let his presence send you into sleep.

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Jealous

Requested by @noahmaxim (sorry it took so long!)

Warning: swearing, drinking

“Dude, you’re staring,” Rook leans over to whisper to Colson. He turns his head slightly to look at his best friend for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Why don’t you just go over and say hi?”

The idea of that makes Colson snort and shake his head. He takes a long swig from the glass of tequila in his hand, the familiar burn soothing him in an odd way. He doesn’t want to feel these feelings so getting blind drunk seems like a good idea. Watching you sit on the couch with some random guy, talking and laughing clearly isn’t a good idea because he can feel his blood boiling. His mind is creating multiple scenarios, all of which involve him splitting the guy’s lip open with his fist.

You don’t like feeling like you’re being watched. You check over your shoulder just as Colson turns to head out into the backyard in a huff. Rook gives you a sympathetic smile before following the tall, brooding man. You’re not really sure why he’s been so hostile since you go to his place but it’s starting to give you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. You feel like he’s scrutinising every little thing you do and you hate it. It’s turning you into a self-conscious mess. You thought it was odd that when you showed up to his house, Colson could barely acknowledge your presence and now he’s watching you like a hawk? The guy is the most confusing person you’ve ever met and it’s driving you insane. You turn your attention back to the man you were talking to and laugh at the joke you half heard.

He’s a nice guy, Frankie, and you’re really enjoying his company but in the back of your mind, all you can do is think about Colson. You find yourself wondering if Colson is thinking about you, that he had to go outside to stop himself from doing something stupid, that he’s watching you because maybe he’s…jealous? The thought makes your stomach flip and your heart begin to race. Then you bring yourself back to reality. Why would Colson be jealous of a guy talking to you? He’s only ever seen you as a friend. Your mind is racing and it’s creating a nervous energy about you that you somehow have to get rid of.

“Hey, do you want to go for a swim in the pool?” you randomly blurt out while Frankie is in the middle of telling a story you weren’t listening to.

“I would but I didn’t bring my bathing suit,” he chuckles with a small smile. 

If you weren’t so preoccupied by Colson, you may even be able to focus on how attracted you are to Frankie. He’s tall, ripped build, with chocolate brown eyes, with lashes for days and dark brown curls. He wears a short stubble on the lower half of his face and the hair accentuates the sharp cut of his jawline. Classically handsome but somehow not attractive enough for you. For some reason, you love lanky, foul mouthed guys, with bleach blonde hair, covered with tattoos and ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. Well, at least one man in particular.

“Who needs a bathing suit? It’s LA, live a little!” you grab Frankie by the hand and drag him off the sofa.

When you step out into the backyard, the silence is deafening. Everyone stops talking and just stares at you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were the only two inside the house. All of your friends, including Colson, are sitting around the open firepit now awkwardly sipping their drinks and avoiding eye contact but not wanting to speak to each other. Colson is sitting with his back towards you and you can tell he’s pissed off that you came outside by the slump of his shoulders. 

It’s so strange when you walk into a group of people who you know were just talking about you. It’s not a nice feeling by any stretch of the imagination and it kind of makes you wish you’d stayed inside on the sofa. Ashleigh is the first to finally break the uncomfortable silence.

“Hey, I was just about to come in and get you,” she smiles at you but you can see the apology in her eyes.

“That’s ok! Frankie and I were thinking of going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?” you ask the group and a few of the usual suspects perk up.

Rook is the first to begin stripping off his clothes before cannonballing into the water. Baze and Slim join him and Ashleigh and Sophie agree to dangle their feet in from the side. The boys don’t seem to like this idea and Baze tells them that if they don’t get their whole butts in the water, they will be dragged in fully clothed. They don’t like the sound of that so they agree to strip down and they dive into the water. 

Frankie smiles at you and leads you to the water’s edge where he begins to remove his sneakers and socks. When he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare at his rippling muscles and abs that adorn his body. You figured there was something impressive underneath his t-shirt but his olive skin seems to make everything that much more pronounced.

Colson watches from his spot by the fire and his hand tightens into a fist again as he watches your admiring Frankie’s body. Part of him wants to get up and kick Frankie out of his house but a stronger part of him is telling him to chill the fuck out. The chill part wins out but only because he’s fairly sure he’s too drunk to stand without stumbling. His self-control wavers again when he spots Frankie ogling your body as you strip down to your bra and panties. He can’t help but stare at you a little longer than a ‘friend’ probably should, finally turning away as you slide your body gracefully into the water. 

“Your friend Colson doesn’t seem to like me very much,” Frankie murmurs as he leads you to the deep end. 

“Oh he’s fine, he’s just very protective of me. We’ve been friends for forever,” you dismiss Frankie’s concerns with a wave of your hand. 

You try to play it cool but inside your stomach is in knots at the idea of Colson caring about you in any way other than a friend. You’ve never really dated before so you’ve never really noticed if Colson cared or not but the fact that even Frankie is picking up on his hostility, leads you to believe that maybe he does. 

Frankie and you splash around and chat, off in your own little world, before a couple of the others decide to join you in at the deep end. Colson stays sitting next to the fire and when Rook comes over to talk to Frankie, you take the opportunity to go and talk to him. 

He doesn’t look away from the fire as you approach him but Colson can feel in his gut that this is not a conversation he wants to have right now. You sit beside him and snatch the beer from his hand, taking a long swig. He can’t help but roll his eyes about how unperceptive you are. He thought he made it pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. 

“So are you going to sit here like a buzzkill all night or are you going to eventually acknowledge the fact that you have guests?” You ask nonchalantly but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hardly hear your own thoughts. 

“Didn’t realise there was going to be extras tonight,” he looks over your shoulder, eyeing Frankie as he makes small talk with all your friends. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind considering all the women you’ve brought to my parties and gatherings over the years,” you snort and take another sip of his beer. He snatches the bottle from your hand before you even have a chance to swollow, causing beer to trickle down your chin. “Damn Kells, what the hell is your problem?” you yell as you wipe the beer off with the back of your hand. 

“You and your fucking Ken doll boyfriend are my problem!” he yells back before turning on his heels and storming off into the house. 

You feel your cheeks redden as you look around and notice everyone’s eyes on you. Frankie grimaces when you look at him and you feel so embarrassed that it enrages you. You decide in that split second that if Colson has a problem, he better damn well spit it out now or keep his mouth shut. 

You stalk off into the house, roughly pulling your jeans and t-shirt on, in search of his dumbass. You call his name as you go from room to room but come up empty. You figure that he’s probably gone to his room and you stand at the bottom of the stairs contemplating whether or not to follow him or not. The thumping around you did kind of caused you to blow off some steam and now you’re not nearly as mad. Then you remember the way he dissed Frankie in front of everyone and your anger returns. You storm up that staircase like a bat out of hell. 

Colson sits on the floor at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. He can hear Rook’s voice in the back of his mind telling him earlier in the evening to keep his cool and not blow up at you but he snapped. All he wants to do is tell you how he feels but every time he works up the courage something gets in the way. Usually it’s his career or Cassie so he kind of got used to you always being there in the background. He forgot about the chance that you might meet someone and he would miss his chance. You’ve dated occasionally in the past but it’s just been a date here and there. You’ve never brought a guy that you’re seeing over to meet your friends and the fact that you’ve brought Frankie absolutely terrifies him. Colson tries to shake off the fear and drags himself off the floor. He decides to take a shower in the hopes that by the time he’s done, you’ve already skipped out and taken your boy toy with you. 

You stand outside his door, unsure of whether to knock or just storm in. If you really want to convey the anger you’re feeling, you decide practically kicking the door down is the best way to get your point across. You fling the door open so hard that it slams into the wall behind it and you can hear the sound of drywall breaking but that’s not what takes your breath away. Standing in front of you, with nothing on but a towel flung over his shoulder, is a very confused and pissed off Colson. 

“Shit, sorry,” you screw your eyes closed and fumble around for the door handle before swinging the door shut behind you. 

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire but you’re not sure if that’s from embarrassment or arousal at seeing Colson completely naked for the first time. Your heart is thumping in your chest and your breathing is fast and laboured. You lean back against the wall to try and get your bearings. You close your eyes and immediately open them as a flash of Colson’s tattooed skin invades your mind. You bite your bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud as your mind continues to betray you with images of his body. All of his body. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” Colson spits at you from the doorway of his bedroom.

You hadn’t even realised the door had opened again until Colson’s enraged voice pierces your ears. You look up at his darkened eyes and flared nostrils. His teeth are gritted and you’re fairly sure you can see steam coming out of his ears. He looks like a bull before a fight and your mind and body immediately considers possible escape routes to avoid the world’s most uncomfortable conversation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to be naked,” you quickly explain as you try to stop your mind from remembering. 

You feel your cheeks heat and a knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. It’s an overwhelming feeling that you definitely didn’t expect. You knew you found Colson attractive, you just didn’t expect the intense sexual attraction you’re currently feeling. It’s making it very difficult for you to concentrate. All your mind wants to do is create different scenarios in which you kiss every inch of Colson’s body, feeling him on top of you, listen to him moan your name as he climaxes. 

You shake your head and take a deep breath to clear your mind of any inappropriate thoughts. At the end of the day, he’s one of your closest friends and you would hate to ruin any friendship you have by creating some strange, sexual tension. Right now, you just have to focus on ignoring the fact that Colson is now only wearing a towel around his waist, low on his waist, and that he currently looks like he wants to murder you. 

“Maybe if you tried knocking, you would get such a shock!” he grits his teeth as if the words are painful to him. 

“Well, I actually barged in because I was pissed about how rude you were to me, for no fucking reason and-”

“No fucking reason? Are you insane or blind? Or maybe you’re both!”

“What in god’s name are you talking about?” you throw your hands up in exasperation, feeling like you two are having completely different conversations at the same time. 

Before you can stop him, Colson is dragging you into his bedroom by the wrist, kicking the door shut behind him. He twists you around so your back is pressed against the closed door and suddenly his lips are on yours. All of your senses are consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You can taste the beer and weed on his tongue, smell his cologne mixed with the smoke of the bonfire, feel his hot flesh beneath your fingertips as you graze your hands over his biceps. Your animalistic needs take over and you find yourself breathless and needy for all of him. You feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Every rational thought has escaped you. All there is is him. 

Then as quickly as it began, it was over. Colson pulls away from your lips but rests his forehead on yours. 

“Seeing you with another guy may actually be the end of me,” he whispers and your skin erupts in goosebumps, both at his words and the feeling of his hot breath against your face. 

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you tell him honestly. 

“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want anything to ruin this bubble that I’m in. We can just pretend that nothing else matters right now and that we’re just here, together.”

You stay like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other up, feeling each other, listening to each deep breath, watching the rise and fall of the other’s chest. If you could, you would stay in that moment forever with him. While he holds you, your mind is silent. There’s no intruding thoughts of his naked body, no reminder of the great guy waiting downstairs for you. Everything else has stopped and for now, it’s just the two of you. 

“Stay with me?” Colson begs as you begin to pull away from him. 

“Kells, I-” you begin but he instantly cuts you off. 

“Just one night with you, that’s all I need to get it out of my system. Then we can go back to exactly how it was, just friends. All I’m asking for is one night.”

You sigh but something in the way he watches you makes you nod before you can really think about what you’re agreeing to. You both know that things will never go back to the way they used to be, yet somehow you’re ok with that. 

Colson pulls you to his large ensuite with him and drops his towel. Your immediate reaction is to turn away but you resist your instincts. He watches you, waiting for your reaction. You let your eyes roam his body freely now. You notice tattoos you’d never really paid attention to before, you notice the way his torso is more defined than you’d expected, you notice the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as take him in. Your eyes continue to drop until you’re finally focusing on the one thing you’d been trying to avoid 10 minutes ago. 

His large erection makes you half choke on your own breath. The idea of getting it inside of you without causing serious damage seems impossible but it thrills you at the same time. You bite your bottom lip as you drink in all his male glory. It kind of satisfies your curiosity to know all the rumours about his well endowment are true. 

“Now you,” he breathes as he watches you. 

You bite your lip again but follow his instruction. You lift your t-shirt over your head and drop it to the floor beside you, your jeans following closely behind. You stand there in nothing but your wet bra and panties as you try to contain your nervousness. You reach around to your bra but Colson grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Let me,” he instructs you and you stand still for him, holding your breath. 

He grabs the hook of your bra and unclasps it without any issue. He slides the straps down your arms before letting the bra fall to the floor. He drinks in the sight of your breasts. He runs a long slender finger down the valley of your breasts before lightly tracing your nipples. Your breathing is completely erratic, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He leans down and kisses along the ridge of your collarbone to the curve of your breasts, taking his time to slowly tease your skin. He envelops you left nipple in his mouth and you gasp sharply. You feel his lips pull into a smirk. He uses his thumb and forefinger to tweak your right nipple as he sucks, nips and licks on your breast and nipple. Your insides quiver under the seductive assault.

Colson isn’t sure how much longer he can tease you. He’s waited what feels like years to finally have you melting under his skilled fingers and wicked mouth. He wants to savour every moment but he also doesn’t want to give you the chance to change your mind. He also is aware of all of your friends and Frankie downstairs, who could interrupt at any moment. Finally having you half naked, your taut nipple in his mouth, moaning and clawing your fingers through his hair, is muddying his rational thoughts. When he feels as though he is teasing himself more than you, he finally pulls away. Your skin is flushed, your hair is dripping wet, dishevelled and your eyes are wild but to Colson, you’ve never looked more beautiful. 

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower with him, flicking the water on, and holding you under the shower head. You gasp as cold water hits you, slowly warming to a comfortable temperature. In an instant his mouth is on yours and your back is pushed against the cold tiles of the wall. Colson grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to rest against his hip. He grinds into you in a delicious rhythm of friction and possessiveness. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you as he kisses your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. He sucks and bites every piece of flesh he can get his mouth to and you know by the frantic way he moves that he’s marking you. 

“Colson…I need you,” you beg as he sucks your nipple again. 

He growls against your skin in approval before pulling away to study the apex of your thighs. He pushes his hand between the two of you and grazes against your clitoris. You gasp and moan at the same time. You’ve never been this turned on by a man before. Every touch elicits an involuntary movement or sound. You’re putty in his hands, ready to be pleasured and used in any way he sees fit.

Colson grabs his erection firmly in his hand and lines the tip up to you. In one quick thrust, he pushes himself inside you and you cry out at the fullness you feel. You can feel every ridge, every vein of him inside you. He twitches and flexes and you shiver with excitement. E kisses you again, softly this time, running his fingers gently through your hair. When he moves, it’s slow and deliberate and you keel with pleasure. You try to move your hips to increase the friction but he simply grabs your thighs so you have to wrap your legs around him, giving him all of the control as he holds you up against the wall.

Colson wants to remember every moment he has with you as he’s not sure he’ll ever have you again after this night. He wants to remember the feel of your nails scraping down his back, the sound of your moans, the way you whisper his name, the feel of your tightness and warmth around his dick. He wants to make you so desperate for your release that you feel like it’ll never come. The pleasure he gives you will make you wish it never has to end. He reaches down and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you to cry out. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it,” he demands against your ear and you whimper, all words escaping you. “Tell me,” he growls before nipping your earlobe.

“Colson, I love it so much. I don’t ever want you to stop. I want to cum so hard for you,” you moan and throw your head back, wave after wave of pleasure building inside of you.

“Good girl,” he praises and before you can respond he begins to pound into you with unimaginable speed. His finger works harder and faster against your clit and before you can catch your breath, the biggest orgasm you’ve had breaks through you.

You scream and quiver against his body as he continues his pace. You’re not even sure how he can move that quickly and hold you up at the same time. His thrusts begin to feel sloppy and out of rhythm and suddenly he’s calling out your name and slams into you one last time before collapsing against your shoulder. His breathing is thick and unsteady against your neck and you stroke your fingers through his hair tenderly. 

You feel yourself finally coming down from your own high as Colson holds you. He gently places you down and you wobble slightly as you regain your footing. Colson washes your skin tenderly with a washcloth and coconut scented soap. Neither of you says anything and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Once Colson has finished cleaning you, you rinse yourself and return the favour. You’re slightly embarrassed as you notice the scratch marks you left down his back and you run the cloth over them as gently as possible.

Once you are both clean, Colson shuts the water off and steps out to grab you each a large fluffy towel. It’s now glaringly obvious to you that the silence is not a good thing and your chest begins to feel heavy. Colson can barely make eye contact with you and his whole demeanour is tense, like he can’t wait for you to leave. You eye your wet bra and panties on the floor and grimace at the idea of having to put them back on. Seeing your dismay, Colson finally speaks.

“Wait here,” he mumbles before disappearing into his bedroom.

He returns a few moments later with a pair of clean black boxers and an oversize black t-shirt. He hands them to you and you mutter a thank you before slipping into the briefs. The large t-shirt hides the fact that you’re not wearing a bra and you’re grateful for that. You feel somewhat naked without a bra and you know that if you feel uncomfortable, your friends will notice and wonder why. You slip your jeans, which is kind of pointless considering Colson’s tee is basically a dress on you, and check your appearance in the large bathroom mirror. You run your fingers gently through your hair to calm the frizz and you rub away the small smear of mascara from under your eyes. You feel somewhat more confident now that you’re dressed and your appearance is somewhat back to normal. You move to leave as Colson dresses himself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie when you hear his small voice behind you.

“Don’t leave,” he whispers and you stop in your tracks. You turn around and he is watching you with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.

“What did you say?” you ask feeling dumb because you heard exactly what he said, you just don’t believe it.

“Don’t leave,” he repeats again. “Please don’t go back downstairs to him. Stay here with me.” 

The defeated look on his face is physically painful to you. You don’t really know what to say but you want to say something to make him feel better, anything. Maybe he didn’t mean to say it? Maybe he just feels uncomfortable that what you just did may have completely ruined your friendship forever and he’s regretting it or he’s trying to save it by pretending everything is normal. Either way, you feel an anxiety rising in you that is so overwhelming you may just burst into tears right in front of him. You feel that usual heat in your neck and face that you get when you’re upset. Your eyes begin to feel with tears that you’re desperately trying to hold back. You feel utter embarrassment that Colson is seeing you this vulnerable.

“I…I don’t want to hurt you, Colson,” you say barely above a whisper. He moves towards you, his arms out in comfort but you step back. You see a flash of hurt across his face but in an instant it’s gone. “I just…I don’t want you to feel obligated to me. What we did was-” your voice breaks and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. “What just happened was a-amazing and I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that, ever. But I don’t want you to feel you have to make this into more than it is for my sake. I’m ok with it just being a one time thing.” 

You look down at your feet as a tear spills over and you feel completely betrayed by your own body. You know that your actions and your emotions are literally saying the complete opposite of your words but you’re hoping that if you say them confidently enough, Colson will believe you. You take another steadying breath and look up at him, a huge grin spread across his face. He steps towards you again and once again you step back.

“If you move away from me one more time, I will bend you over my knee until your ass is as red as your cheeks,” Colson threatens and you gulp.

He moves more deliberately towards you and envelops your body into his strong arms. He holds you against his body and runs a hand up and down your spine. You shiver against him and your tense muscles instantly relax in the feeling of his comfort. You’re trying to not over-analyse why he’s hugging you, you just want to enjoy these last few moments of time with him before you have to say goodbye.

“The fact that you even thought for a second that I would only need one night with you to get my fill of you, is insane and hilarious at the same time,” he murmurs into your ear and you stiffen and pull away to look at him. “Seeing you with that Frankie prick has been making me jealous all night. In fact, seeing you with any guy other than me, drives fucking me crazy. How can you not see how badly I want you?”

“I thought that- I thought that maybe I was just imagining things because I wanted you and I thought I’d just naively convinced myself that you felt the same,” you try to explain but now saying the thoughts out loud, they even sound ridiculous to you.

Colson doesn’t say anything. He just gently laces his fingers in your hair and angles your face towards him so he can press his lips to yours lovingly. It’s a gentle kiss but it sparks a fire deep in your belly that takes your breath away and leaves you satisfied at the same time. You’d never imagined a feeling like this before yet somehow you always knew if you ever got the chance to be with Colson, this is what it would feel like. You melt into him and he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you against him. You’re not sure how long you kissed for but eventually you have to pull away to gather your breath. Colson rests his forehead against yours and you close your eyes.

“Now, get that fucker Frankie out of my house so I can make you moan my name again without feeling guilty,” he growls in your ear. 

Your eyes shoot open to see him looking down at you with a face splitting grin and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. A real, carefree laugh that leaves you feeling breathless and light-headed.

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Mangroves

CASE # 019010008-004

SUBJECT: PYRRHA E. REYES

CONTENTS: SUSPECTED MURDER/DEATH OF CLAIRE P. LEWIS

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT OF THE INTERROGATION OF MS. REYES.

DONATED BY AN ANONYMOUS MARIETTA DETECTIVE TO THE RICHMOND UNIVERSITY OF THE ABNORMAL.

TRANSCRIPT IS AS FOLLOWS:

She’s gone, right? I’m so stupid, this is all my fault. It should’ve been me. I should’ve been the one to – fuck. It’s so unfair. I never wanted it to come to this and now I’m… alone. I’m sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Pyrrha, I’m a librarian in Marietta, Georgia. I met Claire, my fiancée – ex-fiancee now I suppose – in college. We first met in our American history class, and I wanna say we hit it off pretty well then. We would talk for hours on end about history, sharing facts and talking about our political interpretations of certain events. Do you ever stop to think how weird Manifest Destiny was as a concept? Like, sure, expansion was inevitable, but saying it was your God-given right as a white guy to steal land from natives? Of course it went much deeper than that now, and we grew as people from these conversations. Eventually, we grew for each other. She asked me out, and lucky for her I was a lesbian. The next few years of college came and went, and at our graduation I popped the question – though we weren’t to be married for a few years as we eventually settled down and devoted our daily life to work and research. It was amazing. Spending every last moment you have with the woman you love. The nights cuddled on the couch watching TV, the rainy days spent reading, the more-than-daily walks with our Saint Bernard – cleverly named Saint. 

After another three years – wow, it really has been three – we began to grow a little bored. We were both still madly in love, don’t get me wrong, but there was something missing. Like looking into the same room over and over and over, expecting to see something remotely different. It could’ve been a bird at the window, or maybe Claire moved the coffee table away from the sofa a little. Regardless, we needed something new. Not a vacation necessarily as we had been on plenty since moving in together – though with Saint we did ease up on how frequent they were. We decided to find a mutual hobby to keep the closeness knit. Claire didn’t think we were growing apart, but I insisted it might be healthy for the long-term. She agreed and we got to looking. We went through a few options. Rock climbing was not an option since she was desperately afraid of heights. Can’t do gardening because of how high our third floor apartment was – and, yes, it didn’t help the fear of heights at times. Then we figured it out. What about diving? Claire was so thrilled with the idea, having been formerly on our college’s swim team. As for me? I’m glad we could’ve decided on something – I really wish we hadn’t. 

It was settled, and we found a few days to go train and get certified. It was so relaxing. The water against our skin – or what wasn’t covered by our suits. Oddly, I found having to swap from our snorkel to our oxygen regulator the most thrilling. Exposing ourselves to the elements for even a slight moment, knowing the sheer amount of water that could fill our mouth and throat and lungs if we just chose to let it be that way. Of course, I hid these intrusive thoughts from Claire. After a few days of learning and practice, we were certified and immediately booked a plane to Cancún, Mexico, and reserved ourselves some spots for a personal diving trip out off the coast. It was beautiful. I won’t see it as such any more. To be honest, anything deeper than a kiddie pool irks me – pathetic, I know. 

We arrived and toured for a bit. Went around, ate some local cuisine. Claire found a fondness for cooked cacti, and I took a liking to Piña Coladas. Saw some shows, and had a genuinely good time. It was like an early honeymoon. It didn’t stay this way for long. We had decided earlier on we wanted to dive by some mangroves off the coast. And so our day started early. We were given the clear to dive and got a ride out to one of the less popular dive spots. We were excited, but a little hungover honestly, yet we refused to let that get in the way of our newfound passion. It was during the ride over that I had the chance to reflect on my relationship with Claire. It was almost as though my mind was forcing me to ruminate. It had known something I didn’t. Of course, I hadn’t realized it at the moment but perhaps it was an omen. I mean, it just sounds too coincidental, right? Makes me think of all the skipped classes, all the dinner and movie dates, all the small mundane fights we resolved within a matter of minutes because we realized how stupid they were. I thought of us getting Saint as a pup and how happy Claire was to finally have a pet after a childhood without one. I remembered meeting her parents, and how much I thought they hated me at first, only to realize they were the kindest people in my life – aside from Claire that is.

We arrived. It was hot. Really hot. So we took no time changing into our gear with the anticipation of dipping in as soon as possible. And so we did. We held hands and slipped into that cool, familiar feel of water. No. No. No, that’s not right. It wasn’t that at all, it felt more like wading through a sludge, like we had just dunked ourselves into a tank of syrup. It didn’t feel right at all. Claire didn’t seem to notice it but I did. I should’ve brought her to the surface to say something, but that look in her eyes. The beautiful green eyes that spoke with determination. So I let her be happy. I brushed off the feeling, but then I looked down. It went further and further, deeper and deeper. This wasn’t right. We were just off the coast, right? It shouldn’t have been possible – why was the water so… green? Were there supposed to be fish or anything else alive here? I could see the shoreline just fine and the mangroves up ahead. Was this right? Was I imagining things? Are… are those bodies? I think I chalked it up to pareidolia at the moment, but now I’m not too sure. My breathing picked up but I knew this was not the time nor place for a panic attack. I looked back up at Claire and remembered the times she helped me control my breathing. So I did. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. The breathing helped, but I still felt dizzy. Everything was telling me to go back up. To grab my future wife and call it a day. We’ve seen enough right? I wouldn’t have to explain myself. I wanted to vomit. I hate myself for not trusting that feeling. 

We got closer to the mangroves. I wanted to say it was beautiful, but it was so unsettling. How they wrapped and contorted made them seem like bodies trapped underneath the water, doomed to an eternity of drowning and staring either down into an endless abyss, or up onto a surface they could never reach. It was only then I realized what lay ahead of these… corpses. There was more ocean. More of that murky green sludge that held my life partner and I trapped. How had Claire not noticed? Or perhaps she did, and being the most curious person I knew, she was intrigued. I was not. I wanted to get the hell out, but I wasn’t sure how. I had made my decision. I was gonna grab her and leave, but then I looked up. The surface was much, much further away than it should have been. We were only going to be a few feet from the surface right? Why was it so far away? I could begin to feel the pressure of deep water popping my ears, clenching my body. My heart pounded as though it was gripped by the unknown force of the sea. My lungs were being crushed by the weight of… the weight of what? Water? It all seemed so ridiculous to me, but it was no time to question the laws of something that was actively breaking them. I looked at Claire. She had gotten closer to the mangroves, at which point I – we, I’m certain of – heard what sounded like screams. No, that wasn’t right. It was gurgling, and it felt as though it was coming from all around us. I heard the screams of these drowning people trapped beneath the water like Claire and me. I wanted to join them. I wanted to scream and let the water – sludge, whatever – force its way into my body so that I could become one with it. I felt like I was going to die, I wish I did. I went to empty the water from my mask as we learned to in training, and as I put them back on, Claire had become entangled, no, embedded within the mangrove. She was becoming one of them, a corpse, a drowned. I swam to her, panicked and as quickly as my body could whilst being crushed by the progressively increasing pressure of the deep. I swam and I swam and I swam and I swam, but the corpses carried her further away. No, it wasn’t the corpses, it was the ocean that took her. I screamed, the water began filling my lungs, and Claire. I watched her. The abyss swallowed her whole. I don’t think she reached back out to me. She accepted the cold dark as much as she accepted the ring on her finger. 

I was found a day later, washed up ashore miles away from where I thought the mangrove was. Claire was reported missing, and for a while I was suspected for murder. Fortunately, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. I wish they had taken me though. I wish I could suffer for letting her die. I mean, she is dead right? Her parents offered their support, but I knew they knew. I knew they knew I killed their daughter. I haven’t talked to them since her funeral. Of course no body was found. I didn’t bother trying to explain what happened. Told authorities that we were inexperienced, amateur divers, and that seemed to be enough for them. I hated having to lie, but what was I to do? Now that I think of it, it’s so fucking useless of me. I let her die and now I lied about it? I’m a pathetic mess of a human being. Claire would… she would’ve handled this so much better were it me that drowned and not her. I wish I drowned. I wish I was the one to die. I wish Claire was still alive and I wish that it was I who was eaten by the deep. I still have Saint, though he got along better with Claire. And, after all this time, I didn’t realize how empty a bed could be. 

END TRANSCRIPT

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JJBA PART 5, VENTO AUREO IS THE UNDERBAKED MESS I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FIXING...PART 2

FIX 2: WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A PROBLEM LIKE GIORNO?

thats the homo photo of my dad

answer: i dont know.

the unfortunate and honest to god truth of the matter is that the protagonist of JJBA part 5, giorno giovanna, fucking sucks.

what if that little shithead from the twilight zone episode "it's a good life" was gay and watched "goodfellas". you might think "wow that sounds great" but, well, somehow it's not.

it is months later and i have been struggling with writing this for a bazillion reasons: i got sick, real life events occurred, i had to work on comic, i died, etc. but the most strenuous reason of all in the end was facing the impenetrable, tangled, and deeply complicated gordian knot that is the little ladybug loving bitch named giorno and not knowing where the fuck to even begin.

i had to think long and hard about how to approach the problem of "giorno giovanna". he is like a diamond of sucking ass: multi-faceted and beautiful in his perfection but is, ultimately, just a stupid fucking rock from the dirt. he completely lacks the innate charisma and personality inherent in previous jojo protagonists AND antagonists; despite having both the joestar AND brando gene pools to pull from, he manages to snag a net total of 0 personality traits. this problem is multiplied 100 fold once he starts actually doing things to move the plot along and the universe repeatedly bends itself like a pretzel in order to gift him undeserved and unrewarding (to us, the audience) win after win after win.

his theme goes hard as hell tho

if you were to ask me what is wrong with giorno, i would have no problem making a long and detailed list of why i want to slap the little cinnamon rolls of his head. i have no idea how to organize that list into a more coherent form of criticism that points at the overarching structural weakness of part 5. part 5 really, really wants you to like and root for giorno. it hinges on it. his victories are explicitly supposed to be emotionally and morally gratifying. they are instead trite and annoying.

for years, YEARS, my only experience with the entirety of part 5 outside of infamous panels and the most basic information about the story, was this incredible, evergreen and laser targeted tweet:

i thought this was a funny shit post. all i knew giorno had some kind of "life creation" power. what i didnt know was:

giorno says this exact line and then turns cars into frogs so that they (the bad guys) cant catch them (they do catch them)

giorno's power IS fucking stupid

i fucking hate him

he should stop using it

abbacchio was right. he was right about everything

how DO you talk about giorno? giorno's blandness permeates any situation he has the misfortune of attending and the parts of the narrative where he's missing for one reason or another are significantly improved by his absence. in comparison with the deuteragonists (bruno bucciarati) and tritagonists (the members of bruno's squad in the mafia family passione), he has all the flavor of a communion wafer. his character arc is non-existent. emotionally, he might as well have just gone to the store and back by the end of the story.

and, look, araki likes to play fast and loose with how powerful a stand is or what its abilities are. im not here to measure power levels or fucking whatever stupid shit people get up to. the more wild and insane he gets with his incredibly "unique" ""understanding"" of science and geometry, i'm 99% on board for. but giorno's stand, gold experience, is whatever the narrative needs it to be at any given time with no consistency. it's OP as hell long before he gets the 11th hour power boost; his stand has the extra trans-dimensional ability to remove any tension from a fight scene. through this, gold requiem can destroy the psyche of the audience, truly making it the most powerful stand of all time.

people used to love to bitch about not understanding how the villain's stand works in this part, but if anyone tells you they understand what the fuck THIS means they're lying to you.

anyway, there is only one solution i can think of when it comes to how to approach this: assess the major story beats in order. i think jumping around in the progression of events to highlight individual flaws in the character will not adequately impart the suffering one feels as an audience member while the narrative yo-yos between being rollicking good fun and being at the mercy of the little 15 year old twink with god mode on.

and so, having made it past koichi's tiny ass role (and his tiny ass) in the story and addressing how we can proceed, we can cover bruno (a genuinely wonderful character), polpo, and the wasted character building opportunity of the piss drinking scene, which vexes and infuriates me to this day. [thinking about the piss scene and getting mad again] ooooh!!!!

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fic snippet featuring lucas & porky & the profound disillusionment of realizing you're never gonna get through to a motherfucker 😔

It laid, back then, a hundred n' fifty some-odd feet from the shoreline. No walkways of wood nor metal carved the path. If an audience with the king was what you sought, you'd have to rough it to his throne. Through the soggy stench of rotting cardboard. Drenched facades melting, squelching, and pooling at your heels. Traverse his skyscraper's serpentine spine. Either atop its precarious columns, or beneath its ribcage archways. Today, the big stupid spikes with which he'd adorned the sides've since been weathered away to moundish stumps. In 2 ADD, though? They'd formed a sharklike jaw line in the treacherous muck. Dentition to rival the Dragon's own.

She soared high. Black streak on a gray blanket. Wouldda blotted out the sun with her wings, if it'd been up there to begin with. Even back then, New Pork's desolation had a notorious propensity for overcast weather. Lucas had to wonder whether that was her doing, too.

Lord of the Rings wouldn't make it into his repertoire for a long while. Leder's library had yet to scavenge any copies. The Hobbit, however, was a White Ship stowaway. The old judge kept it in a secret stash, with the rest of the survivors' forsaken tomes. Lucas'd been the first to read it, once the locks were finally broken. He couldn't help but think of it. Here of all places. Stony imagery of a lost mountain kingdom. A darker dragon, hoarding ill-gotten gains. How small he felt. How bitterly humble. To traverse these halls.

The Absolutely Safe Capsule didn't sit atop a gilded pile. Just purple-gray rubble. N' acid rain puddles. N' concrete.

A broad, hungry, window-bound smile greeted him. Upon his arrival.

Lucas didn't humor it with any of his usual salutations. Not even a glance. Just trudged right past the pane, and seated himself upon a closely-nestled boulder. He remembers his chewed nails clawing against the harsh, clammy surface.

"Y'know, Lucas," Porky purred. With no particular forward. Whether the king thought his visitor's silence haughty, amusing - or perhaps even infuriating - he didn't bother to say so. "I've been thinking," he simply announced. Craning his miserable neck, right up to the glass, as if tryin' to catch whatever delightful pout or scowl might grace the hero's dumb, pimply face.

"I bet," said Lucas. Flat as a burnt flapjack. That made Porky grin, too.

"It's sort of funny. Hilarious, even. That your so-called new society's here, to salvage my city."

This came about as outta left field to Lucas as it probably does to you. Which is to say, hardly. Weren't never really conversations, to be had with Porky. Whatever happened to be on his mind, he'd barf it right onto your sneakers. Then glance at you, expectantly, almost innocently. Like he was awfully eager to watch you clean it up.

"My city," he repeated. With a cough. "Which, as you know, I modeled oh-so-painstakingly after our old world."

Lucas turned those slatey eyes of his toward the Capsule. But held his tongue. Again - you can call it patience.

"It's almost as if nothing starts from the ground up. You're always recycling something rotten. Always on the shoulders of man-eating giants. Even if you try to pretend otherwise."

"Yep," Lucas contended. Gray as the rock he perched on. "That's the idea. We're learnin' from the past. Y'couldda stood to do the same."

Porky's prison emitted a raucous cackle. If Lucas were still looking, he'd've seen a curled lip. A snarling smirk.

"Oh. I learned plenty, my friend."

To sigh would be to appease him. Spoiling a bad dog.

"I don't really get why you won't apologize," Lucas mused, instead. "Why y'won't even fake it. There's folks who'd fall for it."

(He prob'ly would've. He thought. Up until three days prior. He'd decline to add that, though. Let Porky guess it for himself.)

"Heh. What can I say? I'm an honest guy. Much more honest than you cheating, stealing, hypocritical hicks give me credit for. Besides -- Agh..! Haahhck…!"

Porky's bone-popping shrug was cut short by a trademark wheezing fit. Lucas waited. Nails grating.

"Ah.. Hagh… Besides.. Little ol' Porky Minch's got nothing to apologize for, anyways. All I've done is reveal the cold, hard truth. Taught you sorry lot a thing'r two 'bout human nature." His royal highness dipped into a mockery of the peasants' lowly drawl. Before extending one hand, to count his points on his wretched fingers. "Uncertainty, control, anger. Frailty. Self-destruction. That's always been the long n' short of it. N' always will be."

"Agree to disagree," Lucas maintained. His low, crackly, teenaged timbre shifting an inch closer to a growling grumble. Porky ate it up. When you've been stuck in an oversized baseball for two years, you tend to develop a ravenous craving for the smallest of crumbs.

"Fine by me. Your descendants'll realize I was right all along. Even if you're too proud to accept it."

"My mom always used to say somethin' 'bout pots n' kettles."

"Ha. So, you admit you're the kettle."

"I'm more of a skillet, I reckon."

"Well, ain't that goddamn charmin'? My mom bashed me over the head with one of those, once. I ever tell ya that story?"

"Y'didn't. M'sorry to hear that."

A snort.

"No you're not."

In lieu of an answer, Lucas could only stare. Impasse was a recent addition to his vocabulary. He'd read it in one of Leder's books. He traced its edges, in his mind's eye. Chewed it, silently, between his tongue and teeth.

[iheart-nana]

xxxiii. the ticking clock

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ─ the ticking clock.

❛ watch your breeze take over me just like we used to be ❜

Narrator's Perspective

Sunjae waited outside the swimming pool, fidgeting with his hands rather impatiently. The events that had taken place just a few moments prior played in his head over and over again. His entire body was soaking wet, and his shirt stuck to his body. Normally, he would have been freezing, dying to get home and change. He felt a breeze, but the thought of Eunyoung seemed to keep him warm. 

He remembered how much he once hated the rain. How his clothes stuck to his body like a really annoying magnet. How the rain irritated him after a long day at the pool. But one fine day, all of that changed. A beautiful girl with smiling lips and intoxicating laughter had run through the moonlit alleyways with him, holding his hand and dragging him along.

She completely mesmerized him. Not only was she the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, but he never felt a connection with anyone like he did with Eunyoung. He might have been overreacting, but it almost felt as if he had found his other half. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It was just right. She always seemed to know the right words to speak at the right time. How could such a perfect person be real?

Just then, Eunyoung emerged through the swimming pool door wearing his blazer, and even then, she looked as pretty as ever. The oversized piece of clothing hid her hands in the sleeves and the jacket looked evidently too big for her. She still looked cute in it, though. 

"Thanks for letting me borrow this," she thanked him with a sweet smile, "Are you sure you're alright? The wind is going crazy today."

"No, it's alright," he assured her, returning a smile, "You can keep it."

They began walking to the bus stop. Eunyoung's eyes kept wandering everywhere, scanning the road she had taken every day of her teenage life. If she was completely honest with herself, she was freaking out inside. She was wearing Ryu Sunjae's clothes. The fact seemed so surreal to her and in that moment, for a while, she felt like a stereotypical teenage girl with a crush on a popular guy.

As they reached the bus stop, all she could think of was Sunjae sitting near the pool and sobbing his heart out. The pictures of news articles flashed in front of her eyes. "Ryu Sunjae's cause of death: Suicide?" "Ryu Sunjae proved to be taking anti-depressants prior to his death" She looked up at Sunjae. He had no idea what fate had in store for him, and she wanted to protect him more than anything.

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As they sat on the bus, side by side, Eunyoung found herself reaching for Sunjae's ice cold hand. The action startled Sunjae as he jumped a bit, a bright red blush appearing on his face. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, her voice laced with worry and her eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm fine, really," he said, turning away to hide his flushed face, "I don't feel that cold, really."

"Your hands are literally freezing," countered Eunyoung, "But that's not what I was asking about. Earlier, at the pool... what happened?"

"Oh," he muttered, "I- it's stupid."

"No, it's not. Tell me, Sunjae."

The way she said his name just made him melt, "I got a bad grade... and I realized that without swimming, I don't even know what I'm doing with my life, and it really stressed me out."

"It's alright," she whispered, squeezing his hand gently, "It's okay to feel lost. One bad grade isn't the end of the world, trust me. It doesn't matter nearly as much as you think it does."

"It was a really bad grade, Eunyoung."

"Really?" she challenged. The determination in her eyes, and her grip on his hand both seemed to be hypnotizing him. She asked him, "How much did you get?"

"Ten out of forty. In math."

Her grip loosened for a moment as she stared at him, trying to process the information.

"See, it is bad," he slowly pulled away his hand because if he stayed that way any longer, he might have exploded right there.

"No," she tried to comfort him, but the insincerity was evident in her tone, "Look you need practice, that's all."

"It's no use, I'm stupid," he insisted, "I don't understand anything, and I'm always dozing off in class."

"I'll teach you," warmth crept up Eunyoung's face as she realized what she just said. There was no going back now. The thought of spending so much time with him made her feel giddy. Sunjae's eyes widened as he tried to process what she just said.

"You want to tutor me?" he confirmed, to which she nodded, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Sunjae, listen," she turned in her seat to face him, "You had to give up your dream. It's going to be hard to get on track with something else. You're really brave, you know. Not everyone can do what you're doing right now. I want to help you."

"Okay," he breathed.

Then they exchanged smiles, and their eyes communicated feelings that words could have never described.

💿

"Oh dear, look at you," Yumi gasped as she watched Eunyoung, drenched from head to toe, enter their house, with a grin plastered on her face and Sunjae's jacket draped over her shoulders, "Was there a thunderstorm I didn't hear of?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time," countered Yumi with determination, "And that idiotic smile on your face tells me it has something to do with a certain someone."

"You're right," Eunyoung said, still smiling, her face glowing pink, "So I was going to visit Sunjae-"

"Of course you were."

"Let me speak, for god's sake," Eunyoung insisted, the smile never leaving her face, "And I met Inhyuk, who told me he went to the swimming pool 'cause he forgot something. So, I went there, and he was sitting by the pool and sobbing. I tried to comfort him, and it worked- I think. Then, we heard a really loud crashing sound outside and we fell into the pool. It was the scariest thing ever, honestly."

"That's so cute, it's like you guys are in a rom-com," Yumi said with a slight bitterness in her voice.

"Then why does your face look like someone squeezed a lemon in your mouth?" questioned Eunyoung, "Did something happen?"

"I went to the music club today-"

"Of course you did."

Yumi sighed, "Let me finish? So I went, and I waited outside for about a thousand years. I swear it felt like I was growing old standing there. By the time I had lost all sensation in my legs, I saw Taesung petting that kitten- you know which one, and I don't know... the moment I saw him, my mind went blank, and I couldn't speak properly. He looked so miserable... and I wanted to apologize but the words just wouldn't come out."

"I would hug you but then you would be drenched too," said Eunyoung, her smile turning into one of sympathy, "It means you like him. Things will be okay, Yumi. Maybe not now, but eventually."

I don't want to wait, Yumi silently thought to herself.

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nana's notes: i really love the headers where the characters are looking at each other <3

delphi's notes: patience? who's she? yumi doesn't know her...

next chapter: saturday list of chapters here!

[biillyhargroves]

listen i know we’ve talked about heather & billy being each other’s beards but please consider billy & robin agreeing to be one another’s beards.

hear me out: billy and steve and robin all chilling at the harrington house. lounging by the pool. a little tipsy. robin is telling steve and billy all about how she feels like an absolute disaster around girls, just cannot get her shit together, gets way too nervous and flustered and fucks up every time she so much as attempts to flirt. and there’s a school dance coming up! and her parents want her to go! have been pressuring her to put herself out there! enjoy her high school experience! but she has no one to go with. she’s all stressed because she wants to please her parents but she’s too scared to ask anyone — guy or girl — to go with her, platonically or otherwise. and it’s steve to the rescue, “why doesn’t billy take you?”

“are you whoring me out to your friends now?” billy teases, and steve makes a very valid point that taking out robin would at least get billy out of the house for the night. he also points out that putting on a show, going out with a pretty girl, might keep paternal suspicions at bay. neil hargrove isn’t stupid, after all, and steve and billy have almost been caught enough times to have them worried. billy takes all of this in and shrugs. “sure, fine, it’s a date.”

at the dance, robin is longing after…someone. maybe vickie, or nancy, or heather. billy tries to get her to go talk to the girl and she shuts him down. he doesn’t push, but he does actively demonstrate his flirting skills. the arm around the shoulders. softening his voice. leaning in so it feels like the room falls away and it’s just the two of them.

and robin demands that he teach her more, because holy shit, she does not want to be with a man one bit but there was a split second there where billy was zeroed in on her that she felt the inexplicable urge to jump his bones and how does he do that??? “be my yoda,” she demands, and do their fake relationship begins. he flirts with her. she flirts back. he gives her pointers. meanwhile, the entire school is flabbergasted. they simply do not run in the same circles and it does not make sense but everyone’s too afraid to ask them about it or say anything because billy will end anyone who dares say anything remotely bad about robin. that’s his fake girlfriend and he will defend her honor, dammit.

plus! think of how they could torment steve. constantly berating him for being mean to their boyfriend/girlfriend. both of them play-flirting with him when they think he feels left out. making up fake inside jokes that make no sense and refusing to let steve in on them because it’s funny to watch his face get all red. it’s all good fun, and steve knows it, and he loves them both so of course he lets them have their fun. it was his idea, anyway, and they never fail to remind him of that.

[magician-kitty]

Beach Episode

It was a hot day today at Megapolis, and when I mean hot. I mean very, very hot. Like it's so hot that you could probably cook some eggs on the sidewalk.

"Sizzle, Sizzle, Megapolis City. It's hot out there! But don't fret it or sweat it. To beat the heat, you just gotta hydrate and refrigerate. Get yourself a nice frosty ice cream cone. Stay out of the Sun, or you'll end up well-done. Find some shade, or better yet, go on and get wet, wet, wet! Talking about a fishing hole or a swimming pool, fool! Stroll down to your friendly neighborhood river, lake, or stream, and leave the cool tubes to me."

"Ugh it's so hot..." MK groaned as she was fanning herself, sweating a lot.

"You said it, MK. Today is very hot." Mei replied as she was sweating too, her jacket wrapped around her waist and slouching over her chair.

"Hey, why not go to the Weather Station?" Mei suggested, MK shook her head. "Can't, it's still being repaired after Red Son took over it."

MK groaned in frustration, the one day she couldn't be more mad at the fire demon.

"Pigsy, Tang? You guys, okay??" MK asked, she glanced down and sees them sprawled down on the floor. "Stupid hot weather." Pigsy groaned, wiping sweat from his face.

"I think...this is the end for me." Tang groaned as well, his glasses halfway off his face. "I always knew we'd go out together, my sweet."

"Aw that's swell Tang."

Mei was about complain until she came up with the perfect solution. "Ooh, I know! We should all go to the beach!!" Mei said as MK, Pigsy, Tang liked the idea.

It's been such a long time since they all went to the beach--probably because everyone just goes to the Weather Station instead.

"Ooh! That's sounds like a great idea, I can buy me that swimsuit I saw the other day!" She grinned excitedly, scrolling through her phone for swimsuits.

"It better not be inappropriate, young lady!"

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"Yeah, I think I could get used to this," Tang sighed in relief at the cool shade that was the umbrella he laid under, swirling an icy drink in his hand, he glanced over to the grumbling pig at his side. "C'mon, cheer up hon, Enjoy yourself."

"How can I, I told the kid not to pick that damn swimsuit." Pigsy murmured irritatedly, eyes darting around the crowded coast. A hand grasped his, comforting thumbs that traced over his knuckles.

"As much as you don't like it she Is growing up, and you're going to have to accept that."

The chef demon just grumbled, "Hey c'mon, take a break and relax. Please, My big strong noodle maker?~" Tang cooed, scratching Pigsy under his chin, making him squeal in delight.

A soft smile growing on his face, before turning to the sea with uncertainty. "Okay, Okay, hon. Whatever you--Aaugh!!" His face was caked with sand as a volleyball hits him in the face.

"My bad, Pigsy!" Mei called out.

"Me as well!" Sandy called out.

Pigsy growled and was about to yell at the river demon and dragon girl, until they all heard screaming, they looked to see everyone running away. "What the heck is going on?" He questioned.

"Oh no..." Tang sighed, having a clue to what's happening.

"Peasants!!" A familiar voice shouted, The group sighed in irritation.

The bull prince, Red Son stands before the group with millions of his Bull Clones behind him. He wears a white visor, a pair of sunglasses with an indigo rim, a black tank top, a pair of indigo swim trunks with a white stripe running down each side, and brown flip flops.

"What do you want, Red Boy?" Mei demanded, tapping her foot on the sand. "We don't really feel like fighting you today."

He scoffed, taking off his shades. "Please, As if I wish to fight you peasants today, I'm here to enjoy myself, As like the rest of you."

"That's reassuring." The pig demon grumbled, sitting back into the shade. Red Son looked around, as if someone was missing. "What? Noodle girl isn't here to save you all today?" He cackled.

"For your information MK's here, she's on the other side of the beach enjoying herself." The dragon girl pointed to the other side of the beach, towards the water.

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"Whoo!"

She let out a loud cheer as she jumped into the water, riding the waves wearing a black two-piece swimsuit with flower prints.

The brunette screams as she looses her footing off the board and into the ocean. MK's head shot up from the water as she laughed, feeling her body relaxed from the intense heat. "Whoo! Now this is more like it." She then started swimming as she got out and dryed herself with a towel.

She lie down on her beach towel and starts reading a Monkey King comic book. She started reading but five minutes later, she was just starting to doze off when two shadows appearing over her startled her awake.

"Huh? What the?" She murmured, sitting up to stretch, She looked up and saw two demons that were gawking and grinning at her.

"Oh no, not this..."

"Excuse me pretty lady, but me and my friend couldn't help but admire you from afar~" one of them said seductively, waggling his eyebrows.

He had dark green eyes, a pig-like nose, buck-tooth grin, and short, messy red hair.

"Yeah, smokin' hot in that bikini!" The other agreed. He had slicked back black hair, black and white horns, lavender skin and a little stubble on his pointy jaw. His brown eyes glinted with mischief.

MK rolled her eyes at their crude remarks. "Wow, that's very sweet of you to say," she said sarcastically before going back to her comic book. "But please go away, Thank you."

"Aw, no need to be so cold darlin' I'm Stone, this is my friend, Wayne." He introduced himself and his friend.

"Say, wait a minute," Wayne suddenly said, eyes widening in recognition. "You're that Monkie Kid chick!"

"Really?" Stone leaned in towards MK, getting far too close in personal to her face, peering at her with narrowed eyes. "Hey! You're right, She is!"

"Yeah, what of it?" She crossed her arms, clearly not in the mood to be bothered by these guys.

"Aw, no need to be so cold darlin' We're really huge fans of yours you know." Wayne nudged his friend in the arm, grinning.

"Hmph! Yeah, I'm sure you are."

"Oh, no, it's true, we are! Ain't that right, Stone?" He nodded quickly.

"Definitely! So whatcha doin' here all by yourself?" Stone asked.

"That's None of your business, jerk." MK replied hotly. "Look, leave me alone, okay?" MK shoved past them, heading back towards the water where she hoped she could cool down, not only from the heat of the sun, but from having to put up with these perverts.

"Aw Cmon darlin' don't leave," Stone growled as he and Wayne chased her down and gripped her both arms tightly. "Not without an autograph at least~" He cooed, wiggling his eyebrows.

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"No fair, you cheated!"

"I did no such thing. I won your little game fair and square!"

"You didn't have to hit the volleyball that hard, you little punk!" Pigsy scowled the fire demon while tending to his unconscious husband, who has a shiner on his head.

As they continued bickering, a loud, panicked scream pierced through the white sandy beaches, Sandy's ears perked, his large amber eyes went out towards the area, scanning it. He gasped. "Oh no, no look!" He points to a spot further out into the deeper section of the water.

Red Son followed his gaze, squinting to find what the gentle giant was referring too. Once he saw it, his eyes widened then narrowed in anger.

He growled.

"Hey, what are you?"

Before Mei could question him, Red Son was shoving past the group, zooming towards the water, shoving past anyone in his path.

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"Alright, I'm warning you pricks to buzz off, Or else I'll show you what happens to those who mess with The Monkie Kid!" MK hissed, towering over the boys hoping they'd buy her bluff and leave her alone.

Unfortunately, these two were smarter than she anticipated. "Oooh, sounds like fun! Can wanna see~!"

MK shrieked as she suddenly felt her bikini top loosen, the strings falling across her shoulders. "GET OFF ME!" MK screamed, She cried out when she found herself tackled from behind.

Oh, that's it she swore she would handle this and not pull out her staff but that's it!!

Unfortunately, someone has already beaten her to the punch, literally. An incoming fist landed on Stone's face, sending the jerk flying inches away from MK.

Both MK and Wayne froze when they heard the deep growling and the smell of smoke. MK glanced over Wayne's shoulder and saw the familiar red headed demon, His normal green eyes were glowing with a red burning rage, his hair blazing fire, smoke snorting from his nose and his mouth was drawn back in a menacing snarl, revealing his very sharp and deadly-looking teeth.

"I believe she told you both to 'Go away'," Red Son rumbled. "Or are the both of you hard of hearing."

"Woah, c-calm down pal. W-we were just playing around with her! Just having a little fun is all!" Wayne insisted, but immediately fell silent with the icy stare that was sent his way.

Red Son quickly glanced over to MK, who had her back turned to them, attempting to retie her top--surely to have come undone by those guys, The mere sight of her trembling state made his heart ache inside.

And he did like it. One. Bit!!

Red Son grabbed the two creeps by the back of their necks, holding him up in the air. The two yelped and struggled, but the fire user's grip was too strong.

"You hideous second rate demons have the audacity to harass an innocent young woman just because she said no!? It's filthy peasants like you who make it hard for women today to enjoy the beach comfortably."

"Wow, who knew Red Son was such a feminist."

"You can't help but try to get your grubby little hands on them and then assault them when they don't want to have anything to do with you. Well, let me just warn you..." He shoved them to the hot sand, hovering over them, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"If I ever catch you fuckers pestering her or anywhere near her again, I will personally show you what happens to those messes with me, Understand"

Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir!" The demons stammered, giving him a shaky salute. "W-w-we promise! J-j-just spare us!"

Red's mouth turned up into an impish smirk. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of touching the likes of you, however..." he let his sentence hang there.

Wayne and Stone nervously turned around and his Bull Clones surrounded them, General Ironclad pounding on his robotic fists.

Extremely satisfied, The Bull prince left them to the beatdown they were receiving. He goes over to MK's side, who had finished fixing herself up. "Honestly, Noodle Girl, surely you could have put up a better fight than--" He was cut off when MK launched herself towards him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, making him freeze up.

"Thank you..." She whimpered, burying her face into his chest.

"I-I-I..." Red Son stood there flustered, his entire face pink, his heart pounding, he could swear he saw little hearts floating over him. "Y-You're...Your Welcome?" He finally managed to say.

"MK, are you alright?" Mei asked frantically as the prince wrapped his towel around her shaking frame, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm okay," MK fixed her best friend with a tired smile. "Just a little worn out is all."

"Thanks for helping me, Red," the Monkie kid eventually spoke, smiling. The fire demon looked away uncomfortably, still trying to keep his composure. "I mean, I-I, Uhh..." He stammered, trying not to blush.

"Wow, never took you for the gentlemen type, Red Boi.." Mei said, crossing her arms.

"It's Red Son! And How dare you," Red Son screeched, looking rather offended. "I may be a villain but I was taught to respect a woman!"

MK gaped in awe as she could feel her heart race, 'A woman? Wow that doesn't sound half bad' Her face as red as a tomato at him referring to her as a woman rather than girl.

MK took a glance at the viewers watching, or reading.

"I think he's starting to grow on us, don't you think?"

"Uh, MK who are you talking to?" Sandy asked her.

"Uhh..."