#THERE'S ONE MORE

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BEN AFFLECK Jan 04 2024

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[inkykeiji]

helloo :)

can i get thirst + 1950s kei hehe

prompt: thirst series: 1950s au warnings: historically inaccurate 1950s au, reader is female, ur in keigo’s lap for pretty much this entire piece, a very spit-slicked kiss words: 1.3k

absolutely!!! thank you so much for requesting him hehe c:

“It’s another hot-hot-hot one out there, folks! Twenty-eight degrees, with temps climbing into the mid-thirties, and a humidex of thirty-six,” the voice on the radio cackles, stuffed with static. “Be sure to keep those bodies cool and those throats hydrated!” 

Gosh, when is this heat wave gonna end? you’re murmuring to yourself as you push past the swinging screen door, a glass pitcher of freshly made ice cold lemonade in your hands, droplets of condensation already beginning to stream down the curved sides. 

“Hopefully this can help quench your thirst,” you set the pitcher down on the rickety wooden table next to Keigo, holding a glass steady as you pour, sure to get a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon, just how he likes it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he takes the glass from your hands, grateful, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“So?” you rock a little on the balls of your feet in anticipation, keen eyes watching his Adams apple bob as he swallows a mouthful. “How is it?” 

“Mm,” he hums as his hands encircle your waist, pulling you down into his lap, the plastic of his lawnchair squeaking beneath your combined weight. “Perfect, as always.”

He noses along the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly as he plants sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your damp flesh. The light summer breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree on your front lawn, twining through the full branches, caressing your saliva-slicked skin and leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation in its wake. Sighing, your body relaxes against Keigo’s as your head tips back, exposing more of your neck to him.

“That nice?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice smooth and thick like caramel. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes still closed. “Feels good.” 

You feel him lean away for a moment, taking the heat of his mouth with him, ears pricking as teeth clink against glass, as ice clinks against teeth. Then he’s back, an ice cube cupped in his tongue, frosty and frigid as it drags across your feverish skin. 

The unexpected cold makes you jump, and Keigo chuckles—a deep, velvety sound that vibrates against your flesh—as he licks up the notches of your neck, ice gliding with his tongue, slow and purposeful.

Chills erupt across your body, back arching just a little and pressing further into his touch, powerless to stop the soft mewl that spills from your lips. 

He takes his time with it, unhurried in his ministrations, thorough in his work, each caress of his tongue meticulously thought out, sure to cover every inch of exposed skin he can easily reach—the nape of your neck and the blades of your shoulders and the column of your throat—until the cube has fully melted, leaving a mess of watery saliva painted across your skin in large, wide strokes.

The icy tip traces your jugular vein one last time for good measure, up, up, up, traveling along the edge of your jaw to the lobe of your ear, and shivers skitter up your spine, sending a wave rippling through your flesh. 

“All done,” he purrs in your ear, breath still chilled from the ice. 

And you just can’t help yourself, suddenly parched for him, twisting in his grasp and capturing his lips. Hands splayed wide on either of his cheeks, you tug him closer, fingertips hooking behind the hinges of his jaw, nails sinking into his skin, leaving behind shallow crescents. 

He tastes sticky-sweet, a syrupy film of vanilla cola still clinging to his tongue and lacing his spit, complemented by the slight sour tang of the lemonade. Your tongue curls around his own, sucks it into your mouth and scrapes your teeth across the surface, desperate to swallow down whatever you can of him, to steal just a stringy piece of him and hold him in your tummy, close to your heart. 

A keepsake, while he’s away. 

Finally, you part, with glimmering lips and spit-slicked chins, chests heaving together with ragged little breaths.

“Wow,” Keigo chuckles, the word wispy, eyes shining bright like two starbursts of topaz. “What was that for?”

“I, um,” you turn away from him, suddenly shy, settling back against his body and tucking your face into your shoulder. “I just—I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you admit softly, a slight pout in your voice. “I know it isn’t fair, but...” 

But I want you all to myself. But I miss you like crazy when you’re gone. But it’s true. 

“I understand, baby,” he leans his cheek against yours, short stubble scratching your sensitive skin, and squeezes you to his chest, tight and secure. “You know, you could always come with me...”

“Keigo, please, don’t start—”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I,” you pull back to look at him, shifting a little in his lap. 

Holding his stare, your eyes search his, shimmering topaz ever-changing in the late afternoon sun, flickering with the sunbeams streaming through the fluttering leaves, casting shadows and shapes on his face. He gazes back just as steadily, nothing but sincerity brimming in his eyes, and your lips tug down. 

Fingers brush back the golden curls saturated in sweat sticking to his forehead, carding through the unruly strands in a rhythmic motion, eyes following their movement.

He catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm. 

Keigo’s been attempting to persuade you to quit your job for a while now, to abandon the life you worked so hard to build, painstakingly from the ground up and with your own two hands, to throw caution to the wind and come jet-setting with him around the world despite the fact that you know next to nothing about his work—nothing about his elusive and mysterious job that requires freshly pressed and finely tailored tuxedos, that pays six figures, that allows him to have a two-storey house and a 1957 cherry red Chevy Bel Air and a collection of glittering Rolex watches—despite the fact that, technically, you aren’t allowed to. 

“You know I’d love to, but my job at the diner—”

“Isn’t necessary anymore.”

“Is important to me,” you continue, voice firm with conviction. 

You know he doesn’t exactly get it, why you’d want to keep working a broke-down job at a shitty little mom & pop malt shop when he can now provide for all of your needs, and more, but this job holds a certain type of sentimentality.

Because it’s something that’s yours, something you earned all on your own, accomplished through your own volition and hard work, something that enabled you to claw your way to freedom.

You love the grease, the way the scent of fresh-cut fries and sizzling cheeseburgers twines through your hair and carries home with you. 

You love the sticky milkshakes and melty sundaes and ostentatious banana splits, the way they always seem to perpetually stain the tips of your fingers, tinging everything with sugar. 

You love the speckled white tables and the glittery red booths and the checkerboard floor, the way your regular customers’ eyes light up when they spot you.

You love it all, so dearly. 

“I can’t just leave.” Not now, not yet, not until you’re ready to let go. 

He doesn’t exactly get it, but he doesn’t need to. 

It being important to you is already enough reason for him.

He glances up at you through thick gold lashes, thumb pausing in its quest to pick off a chip of peeling white paint from the table, holding your eyes for a moment before giving a resigned nod, shoulders slumping ever-so-slightly in another defeat. 

“Ah well,” he sighs with a shrug, pulling you back to his chest and cradling you in his arms, chin resting on the crown of your head. “It was worth a shot. One of these days you’ll finally say yes to me, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Yeah,” you murmur softly, arms curling around his own and hugging them to your torso. “Maybe one day.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested it. It won’t be the last; not until you finally say yes.

But you think you’re alright with that. 

#takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #takami keigo fluff #pls enjoy!!!!!!! #absolutely loved writing this one its soooo cute #he's a sweetie pie #have a fabulous day my friend!!!! #pls stay safe and drink lotsa water! #omfg i forgot ur tags #1/4 fantastic four #my best friend the dragon #there's an emoji for that one but i'm on my mac rn hahaha #the keigo to my dabi #there's ONE more #uh uh uh i have forgotten #clari gets mail

[doevademe]

Been rereading all of your little prompts (because holy shit they're all amazing) and the one idea of misunderstandings through memory manipulation is really great. Either the whole Percy remembers Nico's name instead of Annabeth (So much longing and so much confusion afterwards) but there's another scenario I was given by a friend. The whole fake dating memories but it's Percico. Oh God the angst. And technically whoever did it knows that they didn't need to fake Nico's memories but they did it or otherwise he wouldn't lie about it. Kudos if technically barely any new memories were added and it just changed a few things that were already there and if Percy is told that Nico didn't need the fake memories to love him

Either scenario is fine but I wanted to see your spin on it.

Percy felt like he was going to hurl.

The empty vial of gorgon blood was on the floor now, broken. Nico had to take half to cure his wounds from the harpies when they helped Ella.

Oh gods. Nico...

Beside him, the son of Hades had turned white as a sheet of paper. He let go of Percy's hand as if it burned. Percy did nothing to stop it.

"What's wrong guys?" Hazel asked, looking between her brother and his boyfriend worriedly.

"T-this... this is all wrong," Nico said. He looked at Percy pleadingly. "I- I didn't know! I swear!"

"What's going on?" Frank asked, eyes going back and forth quickly.

"We... Nico and I... we were never..." Percy tried.

"A god played a prank," Nico said, voice tight. "Percy and I... were never together."

Percy cursed. He knew things had been going too well. He had arrived at New Rome chasing his only memory, his boyfriend Nico, only to find out he was the brother of his newest friend Hazel. They had laughed, cried, kissed... and when Mars had showed up and demanded a quest after the War Games, Nico had insisted to come with them, even if he wasn't part of the Legion.

"It will still be three, then. I'll be a plus one," he had reasoned with the senate. "I won't lose him again."

Everything was perfect. Nico and Percy worked perfectly together. They never even questioned why Percy remembered their relationship so vividly when all other memories were nothing but a haze. Percy had just assumed that their relationship was so important Juno couldn't take it away.

Now he knew better.

"Fake memories," Nico said bitterly. "I... I need to go."

"Wait!" Percy said. Now he knew the truth but... most of the memories had remained intact. Their time in the Labyrinth, looking for the Sword of Hades together, their trip to make him invulnerable...

He still felt something for Nico.

"I can't stay here, Percy," Nico said, face showing nothing but pain. "You can yell at me another time..."

"But... the quest," Hazel said, making both of them aware of their audience once again. "You are on a quest with us, Nico."

"I'm not part of the Legion," Nico reminded her. "Technically, I'm not part of the quest."

"Things have been so much easier with you around, though," Frank said. "We need you."

"Truth is, I had something to look into before I decided to join you guys," Nico said. "I need to do that, and there's no real reason for me to stay."

He glanced at Percy again, and the son of Poseidon knew then. It was up to him. He had the power to make Nico stay.

"I want you to stay," he said. He wanted to untangle the fake from the real, to find out what he really felt for Nico. He wanted to know if Nico felt something for him. "Please..."

The longing in his voice was easy to pick up.

Nico looked sadly at him. He shook his head.

"Oh, Percy," he said. Percy noticed the shadows gathering around his not-boyfriend. "You must know... you drank the blood."

"I don't care! Nico, I'm..."

"You must remember Annabeth by now," he said before the shadows swallowed him whole.

This time, Percy did hurl.

----

Hazel sat beside him on the ratty bed that, decades ago, used to be hers. They were cleaning themselves up after Gaia had almost buried them alive.

"Nico's... in Tartarus?" Percy asked, voice trembling. Hazel nodded. "He's such an... idiot!"

"You still like him," Hazel guessed. Percy did not deny it. "What about your real girlfriend?"

"I... I don't know," Percy said helplessly. "I don't know anything anymore! Getting my memories back was supposed to make things clearer not... make an even bigger mess!"

"I don't know this Annabeth," Hazel said. "But I know my brother, and I've never seen him as happy as when he was with you."

"It was the fake memories," Percy said. "Nico hates me. He can't stand me."

"Before he even mentioned you, he was always... longing," Hazel said. "He always looked like he was looking for something, for someone... then one day, he told me he had a boyfriend, but that he was lost... and I understood his longing."

"It must have been—"

"You told me that your memories with Nico were barely altered," she interrupted him. "Just an added kiss or hug that didn't exist. Is it so crazy to think that it was the same for him?"

"...I don't know," Percy admittted. "What should I do, Hazel?"

"You choose," she said firmly. "Your girlfriend, or my brother. You don't have to do it now, but you have to do it... then, we'll rescue Nico, and you'll tell him what you chose."

Percy looked at her for a few seconds, he nodded.

"So, where to next?" Frank asked as he came out of the bathroom, as clean as the old house and cleaning supplies allowed him.

Percy looked at Hazel once more before turning to Frank.

"We go further North," Percy said, determined.

He had a quest to complete, a boy to save, and a choice to make.

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #there's one more #but I'll do it tomorrow #this one just called to me #ask #rosabell14

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

#greek mythology #ares #athena #greek gods #dont get me wrong it aint athena slander but it sure is ares praise #on some level at least #man justly accused of bad things deserves some mid praise more at 11 #thank you romi for helping me with words though i duly noted you insisted on ares not being cautious rather than him not being careful #romi be like “i want him to care” and honestly good you should say it #also EPIC led to this and i just..... i want to draw some animatics man i just need infinite time now #my long lost love for greek myths just will never stop coming and they dont stop coming and they dont stop coming #i want some vulture design in here for ares but not sure about this one #kochei doodles

[thunderon]

“long hair on guys doesn’t make them less masculine. think keanu reeves, jason momoa, danny trejo, or the guy at your local dive bar who rides a motorcycle”

*the crowd nods*

“so long hair doesn’t necessarily determine masculinity”

*the crowd, more hesitant, still nodding*

“butches can have long hair—“

*GUNSHOT*

#the tedtalk i would give if i could #if i see ‘they’re not butch because they have long hair’ one more time i will flip a table #frustrating frustrating frustrating #also this is NOT in any way a knock on my short haired butches ily #op #bestof

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

#dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #senshi #Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity. #Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all. #Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure. #I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem - #I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time. #So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*. #I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much. #Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

#I don't have words to describe how I feel for the men of Palestine #the things I have seen them do after everything they have been through goes so far beyond selfless #what do you call this? this prevailing goodness and willingness to give everything they have and more? what word even touches it? #I don't think there is one #islamophobia has conditioned us to see these men and boys as evil and dangerous #we see this in how we speak about Palestine #and we need to uncondition ourselves #they're just as innocent and of value and good as the women and children #so fight for them #they don't deserve this any more than the women and children #free palestine #palestine

[greelin]

if someone told me my blood smelled and tasted good i would be over the moon. this is on account of my nature

#okay i lied. One more

[peggycatrerr]

today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn't know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn't even so much as scroll past any text posts.

EDIT: look i'm not going to turn off reblogs but i cannot stress enough that THIS WASN'T A HIPSTER BLOG DASH IT WASN'T AN AESTHETIC BLOG DASH IT WAS THE MOST WILDLY GENERIC COLLECTION OF IMAGES YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING OR BEING A QUIRKY FANDOM TUMBLRINA WHEN I SAY "NORMIE" I GENUINELY MEAN "SO NORMAL THAT IT CIRCLES AROUND TO WEIRD". CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? HELLO?

#steph's post tag #also no more ''um actually there is an algorithm and this is proof'' THERE ISN'T AN ALGORITHM IF YOU DON'T LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOR YOU TAB #LIKE THE DASH IS A CHRONOLOGICAL FEED OF BLOGS YOU ALREADY FOLLOW. I DISCOVER BLOGS ORGANICALLY THROUGH THE ONES I ALREADY FOLLOW. #IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCING AN ALGORITHM ON TUMBLR THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow

#helenaposting #icarus #icarusposting #guys there is more to this post PLEASE check the notes i cannot handle one more chicken wing comment #<- person who did the chicken wing thing on purpose and now is regretting it

[shinseifer]

"average cat owner spends 3 years in prison" factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette's mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted

#miette #spiders georg #tumblrstuff #meme #1k #One Thousand Notes #oh! oh! #I swear I can math in real life #10k #tumblr is insane #is this post making the miette tag trend #20k #I know there are more than 333 cat owners #It was a small sample size #40k #50k #75k #100k

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

#'enemies to lovers' BANGER #'one is bridal carrying the other while theyre injured' BANGER #'sacrifice of something important' BANGER #'drunken chapter that results in at least one fist fight' BANGER #theres more but only me and readers who have read all of my fics througout fandoms will help me find the patterns #sara shush

[haroldhighballjordan]

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

#the best part of all is that I also knew the ex boyfriend because he worked at this place my friend was the manager of #and I texted my friend like ‘yo have you heard about this cat situation’ #and she was like ‘I swear to god if one more person asks me about this fucking cat’ #it was the drama of the century #the whole city was up in arms over this cat

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

#story time with sair #i might follow up with more #that was a wild living situation even for me #family owned #two neighboring houses of six units total #all of them one family/lived there decades #except the one unit rented out to me

[cozystars]

!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!

#cosmo creates #edits #dungeon meshi #this one is a personal favorite rn! I’m proud of how it came out :) #also if you can’t read the song credits it’s keep up by karma carr #so good but the full song is like. 2 minutes. I need more than that #anyways. chucklefuck. yesh #volume warning #as well as fast visuals! should’ve noted that earlier #flashing #jic #omg I misread the lyrics. OH WELL

[unionize-aromantically]

reblog to give the prev a hot chocolate with (optional) whipped cream and marshmallows

[Doesn't apply to Harry Potter fans, no hot chocolate for you. JKR is an irredeemable bigot]

#ink.post #reblog to #I'm not the first one to make this post but it's a good post so yeah #i made this post because the one who made the more popular version is on my dni