#being stung by box jellies is not one of them

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: box jellyfish

Jellyfish are curious things, but some are curiouser than others. Most jellyfish are members of the class Scyphozoa, which is a very diverse clade with plenty of jellies to choose from. But then there are the Cubozoa, a separate class of jellyfish that have a lot of interesting and unique features, such as being some of the most venomous animals in the world. Try not to get stung.

(Image: a box jellyfish. It is a mostly translucent jellyfish with a box-shaped bell. From the corners of the bell hand four tentacles that are a striped white and orange. End ID)

Like the Scyphozoa, the approximately 50 known species of box jellyfish have a body plan consisting of a bell and trailing tentacles. While the Scyphozoa have round bells, box jellyfish have cuboid bells, which give them their name. At each lower corner of the bell is a stalk that leads into one or more tentacles. The interior of the bell is divided into four regions by structures called septa. In each region is a gastric pocket that helps direct food into the central stomach and has structures that help water flow into and out of the animal. Each septa is lined with digestive filaments and two of the jellyfish's eight gonads. In the center of the bell is a flexible, trunk-like appendage called the manubrium which contains the mouth and stomach. When thebox jellyfish eats, it draws prey into the one of the septa where the digestive filaments begin digestion. The manubrium then maneuvers the mouth over to the prey and eats it. Prey is captured with the tentacles, which are lined with stinging cells called cnidocytes which contain structures called nematocysts that inject venom into prey and threats. The tentacles then help move the food into the bell. While Scyphozoa come in a variety of colors, box jellyfish are almost always translucent.

(Image: a box jellyfish, this one having a squatter bell and multiple tentacles at each corner. The manubrium is visible through the bell as a curving, trunk-like structure. End ID)

Box jellyfish have a developed nervous system consisting of two portions: the nerve ring and the rhopalia. The ring nerve stretches around the base of the bell and controls how it moves. The rhopalia is a system of nerves that controls sensory structures. In particular, it controls a sense of gravity and the eyes. While some Scyphozoa have simple light-sensing eyes, the box jellyfish have true eyes with retinas, corneas, and lenses. Like the bell, the rhopalium is divided int four segments. Each segment has two true eyes as well as two simple pit eyes for detecting light levels and two simple slit eyes that likely detect movement. The true eyes can be oriented in different directions and they always appear to keep one pair pointing up. Thanks to their good eyesight and the shape of the bell allowing for rapid bursts of speed, the box jellyfish can actively hunt its prey instead of just drifting and waiting for food to come to them. What's more impressive is their ability to actively navigate their environment and learn to avoid certain threats. It was long thought that animals without brains would not be able to truly learn, but multiple types of cnidarians have shown learning behavior, with the box jellyfish seeming to be the most advanced.

(Image: a scientific diagram showing pictures of a box jellyfish eye and a drawing of its anatomy. End ID. Source)

Box jellyfish reproduce every year and are semelparous, meaning they only mate once before dying. However, there is some inconclusive evidence that the species Chiropsalmus quadrumanus may be able to mate multiple times. Reproduction can be both internal and external depending on species. In external reproduction, the male and female release gametes into the water. In internal reproduction, the pair will maneuver themselves so the openings of their bells face each other and the male will pass a packet of sperm to the female. In these species, the female retains the eggs internally until they hatch. The juveniles hatch as a type of swimming larva called a planua. The planua will eventually settle and become fixed to a hard surface, metamorphosing into a polyp. The polyp is a non-swimming stage found in all members of the clade Medusuzoa, of which the box jellyfish are a member. Polyps will grow for months to years and during this period, they can reproduce asexually by budding off clones of themselves. Eventually, the polyps will metamorphose into the adult medusa stage

(Image: photos of a box jellyfish at different stages of its life cycle. It starts as a bean-shaped planula, progresses to a worm-like creeping polyp, then to an anemone-like sedentary polyp, then to a newly released medusa, which looks like a tentacle-less box jellyfish. The medusa them matures to a small juvenile and finally a mature adult. end ID)

Box jellyfish are found worldwide in tropical waters, though most known species are from the Indo-Pacific. It is likely that many species ave been overlooked as their transparency and frequently small size makes it easy to miss them. New studies using e-DNA, DNA that is shed and collected through the environment, may help identify nee species and populations. Box jellyfish are known to most people as being some of the most venomous animals in the world, but only a few species are dangerous to humans. The species Chironex fleckeri is the most dangerous to humans. Its venom causes extreme pain and can lead to death within 2-5 minutes if enough venom enters the system. C. fleckeri has caused over 60 recorded deaths in Australia (because where else would it live?) and while there is now an antidote to the venom, getting it to the victim fast enough can be challenging. A singe C. fleckeri is often said to carry enough venom to kill 60 people. Most reported cases of stings have not ended in death as not enough venom was introduced to the system. Also from Australia (of course) are the Irukandji, a group of about 16 similar box jellyfish that can also be lethal, but while C. fleckeri at least has the decency to be big, the Irukandji jellyfish are all tiny. Their venom causes a reaction called Irukandji syndrome that is delayed for up to 2 hours after the sting and can lead to cardiac arrest if not treated. Jellyfish nets are common sights on Australian beaches. They enclose parts of the water with nets that have mesh small enough to keep most jellyfish out. Application of vinegar to the sting is the current recommended treatment and many beaches in Australia are required to stock it, though some research has indicated that vinegar may actually make the sting worse.

(Gif: footage of the rare spotted box jellyfish. It has a large bell with stripes and rings on it and the tentacles are thick and reddish. It is swimming, showing off the movement of the bell in how it propels itself. End ID)

[faebaex]

Octavinelle with Jellyfish Reader

author note: I’m baaack! It feels good to finally write again. Not anything long, but just some good ol’ slice of life headcanons with the fish mafia (who i think I’m currently obsessed with??) maybe I’ll write more about this, like a small drabble of jellyfish!reader finally remembering Azul or something pfft. Also, gender neutral reader!! Because I realised a lot of my works could be read that way, so I might start labelling like that from now on, so more people can enjoy  (*≧ω≦*)

characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x GN!Jellyfish Reader

background: 

You’re a jellyfish mer, specifically of the box jelly variety, meaning that you are highly poisonous. As such, people can be stung as easily as touching your skin, so you keep your skin covered up as much as possible. Well, as much as you can remember, as you are a bit... Airheaded. 

Azul Ashengrotto

You are the bane of Azul's life.

Seriously, his self confidence takes a battering during almost every interaction you have (the tweels don't help).

Why? Because you can never remember who he is.

"Y/N, please pass these papers to Azul." "Okay! ... Who is Azul?"

(He never gets those papers either because you forget why you have them in the first place...)

Azul would never admit it out loud, but he was excited when he learned a fellow invertebrate would be joining Octavinelle. You'd be able to relate to each other, no? Another mer with several appendages who prefers to swim slowly. A perfect match.

Except you are apparently impervious to his charms, and your blank stare haunts him.

Like hello, this is your Housewarden speaking. Anybody home? Do you remember him? ... No? You can't remember him but you remember the twins? Of course you do. Of course.

On the bright side for Azul, your empty headedness makes you deliciously easy to scam.

In fact, he doesn't even need to manipulate you into a contract. You're more than happy to stand sweetly, holding some leaflets promoting the Monstro Lounge's new special menu, or to stand aimlessly at the door, helping to attract clientele.

Now, if only he could think of a way to get you to remember him...

Jade Leech

Apart from the amusement he got from Azul's suffering, Jade wasn't really interested in you at first.

Nothing against you, of course. He just didn't find you very interesting.

However, that all changed when you visited his booth during the culture fair and stared dreamily into his terrariums.

Jade was absolutely delighted to tell you all about each of his terrariums and even about his foraging in the mountains. You stayed until Jade had to leave for his Monstro Lounge duties, and even then he was reluctant to disturb you.

You also won his first guest prize mystery mushroom too!

He found it utterly adorable when he found you still carrying it around in your hands later during the culture fair, cupped delicately like a precious item.

Inevitably, you and Jade fell into an arrangement where he'd talk your ears off about everything mountain and mushroom, and he'd let you view his updated terrariums.

He was fully aware you weren't retaining any of the information he was assailing you with, but you served well as an outlet for him to talk about his hobby, as Floyd was uninterested, and it charmed him that you stared so happily at his terrariums, his work of arts, that he allowed himself to indulge.

But you surprised him one day (no easy feat!). Jade was once again pitching some mushroom dishes for the Monstro Lounge menu to Azul, with some mushrooms for illustrative purposes.

When Azul handled one of the mushrooms with disdain, asking what exactly this was, you suddenly piped up before Jade could.

"That's a chanterelle mushroom. They work well sautéed... And in cream sauces." Cue shocked Jade and Azul.

Low-key Azul is fuming because how can you remember that but not him??

Jade never imagined you would retain any of what he told you, being airheaded was in your nature after all. So he was touched, charmed in fact that you could recall some facts about a mushroom on sight.

He recovered from his shock quickly with a large toothy grin, capitalising on Azul's shock to launch another sales pitch.

Your fate was sealed, he definitely would be taking you along on his next mountain walk.

Floyd Leech

Oh he just loves you, jellyfish! So cute, sweet and squishy!

You are one of Floyd's favourite people to squeeze. He can squeeze you as hard as he likes, and you don't even flinch!

It is guaranteed that if he catches sight of you on campus, he is charging over to you to wrap his arms around you, squeezing and throwing you around with exuberance. Onlookers look on in horror as you just give a ditzy smile.

But as a result of Floyd's constant manhandling of you, it means he sometimes accidentally touches your skin and gets stung.

Resulting in multiple trips to the infirmary. But don't worry, Floyd doesn't get mad about it. In fact, some swear that he likes it.

By this point, it's happened so often that Floyd is likely building up a bit of resistance to your venom.

Now, Floyd tends to sometimes be a bit... Overprotective of you.

Seven forbid he feel that someone is bothering or messing with you. He'll be behind you in a flash, an arm thrown around your shoulder and sharp teeth bared in a snarl.

"Nee... What do you want with my jelly, huh?"

If the other students thought you were an easy mark before, they think twice now with your guard eel lurking about.

Jade and Azul like to keep you in the Lounge when Floyd is having a bad mood day, as your presence tends to keep him from wandering off and help salvage some productivity.

Azul is even willing to waive the loitering rule if that means Floyd will stay in the lounge and do some work.

It doesn't always work, mind. Sometimes Floyd just ends up laying across you in a booth and ignoring his duties. But Azul will take what he can get, at least he is there in case there are any troublesome clientele.

[call-me-copycat]

I don’t know if this is your request box can you do Aizawa with student reader prompt 4 I believe ( what are you doing out of bed )

Hello and thank you for your request! Yes, this is my ask box, so if you ever want to request again then you can come here again ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )

I'm sorry for the delay! Something got moved dates, so I was a bit busy yesterday. The good news is I now have a job ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Thank you for being here! I hope you enjoy!

Request For My Writing Event! (It's still open!)

Slot Chosen: Pick-A-Prompt 2

#4: "You better have a really good reason for being out of bed"

➜ CHARACTERS:

- Aizawa & Student! Reader (GN + Platonic)

- Uraraka and Momo (briefly)

➜ WORD COUNT: 2080

➜ GENRE(S): Just fluff, maybe comfort as well

➜ WARNINGS: None :⁠-⁠)

It was dark.

That was all you saw as you laid in bed, mind refusing to shut off despite how much you craved sleep.

You didn't know the current time, but you withheld from checking your phone out of fear that you'd wake yourself up even more when doing so. The rain was gently cascading down outside, the sounds helping to lure you into a false sense of relaxation.

You didn't know how long you stayed like that. Still and quiet, waiting with baited breath as you eagerly tried to get sleep to come to you. Your blanket was too hot, so you took it off. Then you were too cold, so you put it back on. The fabric was folded too uncomfortably underneath you, and as much as you tried to ignore the feeling, it clung to your mind.

Time felt like a thick jelly to you. A world where everyone was unconscious, unaware, and at peace. All except you, that is.

Sighing, you got up to go to the bathroom, rubbing your arms when the cold air stung your skin that was warm with sweat from the blanket. You didn't even need to go, simply tired of dealing with the uncomfortable tossing and turning in your bed.

Splashing some water on your face and drying it off, you debated on just getting up for the day. If you were going to stay awake, you might as well be productive, right? But then again... You'd be too tired and sluggish to keep up with training if you went without sleep.

A groan of agitation escaped you, and for a brief moment you angrily wondered why your mind rejected all forms of sleep no matter how hard you tried to rebut it.

All that answered back was the quiet pattering of rain hitting your window. Heading over to look outside the window gave a view of the courtyard from your dorm room. The sky was lighting up slightly, but so insignificantly that you debated with yourself on whether or not that was the sun beginning to rise, or the lights from the school. You could see the puddles of water that dotted the ground, shimmering from the lights on the outside of the dorms that always stayed on.

The cool air was no longer that much of an issue to you, and so you took it upon yourself to head downstairs to the common room. Why? Because as soon as you looked towards your bed you cringed, with the mass of the messed up blanket being the last place you wanted to be.

The hallways were silent, and dark. So quiet that you could hear your footsteps and breath if you so wished. The only light came from the small nightlights that lit up whenever you walked by, with their sole purpose being to aid students throughout the dark without them waking everyone else up.

The large windows and dark ends of the hallways felt ominous, as if you were walking through an opposite dimension, one that mimicked the world you lived in. As you passed by the doors, you briefly thought about each of your classmates that resided behind them, possibly at peace with their own sleep.

You wondered if this was how Aizawa felt each time he came through to do random checks in order to assure everyone was in bed. The hallways suddenly felt so much lonelier.

As you delicately hopped down the stairs in an attempt to physically tire yourself out, a thought crossed your mind. You had no clue what time it was. You didn't even know if you were allowed to be up this early.

Shrugging it off, the thought of the too-warm bed and too-cold bedroom pushed you farther down the stairs.

The common room was just as silent, the atmosphere feeling dead without the numerous faces and voices that normally filled it each time you passed by. It was just as dark, but the moon softly lit up certain areas of the room - just enough for you to barely make out a dark figure sitting on the couches.

Your breath hitched as your heart skipped a beat, the silent air carrying the sound all the way to the person and causing them to turn around. You calmed when you came face-to-face with Aizawa, your home room teacher. However, panic flared inside you once again at the way his eyes squinted as he looked at you with an expression of irritation. You suddenly remembered your earlier thought, and realized that you probably weren't supposed to be down so late (or early?).

"You better have a really good reason for being out of bed"

His voice brought you out of your foggy mind, sort of waking you up from your internal slumber that was always there. Freezing in place, your eyes widened as you realized that no, you didn't have a good reason for being there. You couldn't sleep? No, he wouldn't take that excuse. You knew you'd be hearing a great deal from him, some kind of lecture at the very least.

"I... " You didn't know how to phrase it. Exhaustion clung to your mind, and suddenly you found yourself much rather wanting to deal with a stuffy bed than standing there, in the cold, dark room, facing your upset teacher and about to be lectured.

"I couldn't sleep." Deciding to get it out of the way, you stated the truth quite bluntly. If you were to be punished, at least you'd be awake for it. Hopefully it'd tire you out just enough to fall asleep the next night.

Aizawa was no fool. He knew what it was like to deal with insomnia, since he suffered from it himself. That was the very reason he was awake at 3 in the morning, sitting on the common room couch and grading papers.

When he heard the sound of a series of footsteps behind him, he thought he was hearing things. Yet, he couldn't ignore the sound of a startled intake of breath. Someone was behind him. Turning around and seeing you was certainly a surprise.

He could see the dark circles under your eyes. The tiredness that seemed to fill your expression. The way you sleepily held your arms close to yourself as the cold air nipped at your skin. It reminded him of himself when he was younger.

It was silent for a second, the rain being the only sound between the two of you.

Then, without saying a word, he put down his clipboard and motioned you to come closer. You gulped, dreading any upcoming lecture. It definitely wasn't something you were in the mood for.

When he lectured, he could go on for a while if he so wished. You remembered the time he scolded you for half an hour in the snow, upset that you didn't do your duty of shoveling a path to the dorm. You were wearing your school uniform, definitely not fit for such weather, but he couldn't care less.

"Have you gotten any sleep at all tonight?"

A surprise to you, that's what that certainly was. You hadn't expected him to care so much, but in hindsight it made sense - he was your teacher after all. It was only natural for him to care about his students' health and well-being.

Shaking your head no, he sighed. He knew the feeling all too well.

"Do you think you can fall asleep at all right now?"

"I don't know." was your reply. You really didn't know. If sleep came to you, then you'd welcome it with open arms. But at the moment, you were much too awake to do so.

Grabbing the clipboard once again, he offered to you without even looking up, "You can stay down here with me if you want. I don't want you wandering the halls alone."

Hesitantly, you looked at him in order to ensure he wasn't lying. Upon him motioning for you to take a seat beside him on the couch, you did so with relief; you weren't in trouble. That much was known.

After a few minutes of watching him flip through a stack of papers to grade while you zoned out, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen, simply giving you an order to "stay put".

While he was gone, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the couch. The cool air made it difficult to relax as you kept shivering, so you reopened them again to see Aizawa coming back, a single cup of something in his hands.

He gestured for you to take the cup from him as he sat down.

"It's chamomile. It's supposed to help you sleep, but if it doesn't then at the very least it'll help you relax."

That was all he said as he turned and started silently grading the papers again. Looking over, you noticed that in his mug he didn't have coffee like he usually did, but rather it was also chamomile as well. You could only wonder if he struggled with sleep as well. The thought was something new, and in a way it made Aizawa feel more human to you. The idea of your teacher having struggles just as you could only help provide a more detailed image of him in your mind

Over the hour, you sipped your tea and watched Aizawa grade his papers beside you. With no way to tell the time, you felt at ease; normally being in such a rush was caused by the lack of time. The fear of being late to class, or to lunch, or missing curfew always weighed heavily on your mind. It felt nice to let that go for once.

You realized that Aizawa must've really known what he was doing, seeing that once you finished the tea you began to feel the tiniest bits of sleep beginning to greet your exhausted mind. However, it still didn't come as you had hoped it would.

A sigh once again escaped you, the built up fatigue and desperation draining all the energy you had left.

You were caught off guard, however, by a strong hand softly pushing your head down. To your surprise, Aizawa had laid your head on his lap. You didn't argue, simply enjoying the warmth he brought against the cold air that chilled you so.

You didn't know how long you stayed like that, resting your head against his lap. It was unusual, as you weren't used to your teacher being so... touch-feely?

What you didn't know was that wherever Aizawa was younger, his mother always helped him fall asleep that very same way. He didn't know if it'd even work, but he still decided to try anyway as it seemed to always work like a charm on him as a kid.

No matter how out of character it was, you had to admit it was soothing. The warm tea, the gentle rainfall... If you didn't fall asleep soon you decided that there had to be something wrong somewhere.

You didn't know how much time had passed. But you did know that when you were opening your eyes you were met with bright sunshine.

Blinking, you sat up and realized that Aizawa wasn't anywhere in sight. What you did see was your classmates, calmly chattering amongst themselves in the common room beside you. You could see that they were trying to be quiet, and you understood that they probably saw you asleep.

The room was a bit darker than usual, the cloudy sky covering up most of the sun. Still, you wondered what time it was since you all had school that day.

"Ah, good morning [Name]! Did you sleep well?"

Looking up, you saw Momo and Uraraka smiling down at you, with Momo being the one to greet you.

Uraraka grinned and pumped her hands in the air excitedly, speaking before you could answer Momo.

"Did you hear? Aizawa Sensei said that since it's been raining all day today we could have a day off! Isn't that so cool?!" She's cheered.

Your eyes widened. He couldn't have...?

You thought back to the early morning, and looking up at the hanging clock (now being able to actually see it), you saw that it was nearly 11am. You had slept in that long?

Turning to the two, you smiled.

"Yeah... I did sleep pretty well last night. How about you?"

This one was heavily inspired by my sudden insomnia. I'm very tired but can't go to sleep for the life of me ( ⌯᷄ ·̫ ⌯᷅ก )

I hope you enjoyed! Please have a lovely day (　ﾟᵕﾟ)

2023年/09月/08日

[cloudcountry]

Heheheheehehhehehe

First one to get a sneak peak at my twst persona but anyways RAMBLE YOUR HEART AWAY ABOUT JELLYFISH PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!

i love jelly fish sooooo much <333 their so squishy and pretty trvrtvtbrtvtvr

(Sorry if it looks crap, I had to rush this qwq )

hi shrimpy!! <3 i love your little doodle, its so cute :(( and yes you may have jellyfish facts (i actually painted a jellyfish not long ago!!! it was based on the one in levi's room from obey me LMAO)

let me preface this by saying DO NOT PISS ON A JELLYFISH STING. i don't know who the FUCK told people this was a good idea, but it ISN'T. there is literally no scientific evidence to support this fact NOR is it hygienic so please,,,, do not pee on jellyfish stings.

gonna start off with something you may not like and that is an extremely poisonous jellyfish called the irukandji box jellyfish. its not only the smallest jellyfish in the world, but its extremely poisonous and can leave some pretty nasty scars. PLUS the venom can cause you to bleed from your brain AND feel a strong sense of doom. it really fucks with your head but uhh, it's around australia so really who is surprised?

i'll give you some nicer facts now <3 jellyfish can reproduce asexually!! they do this when they're in the polyp stage. the polyp "strobilates," which is basically the polyp dividing into different segments, aka different jellyfish. the baby jellies detach from the polyp one by one and boom they're off!!

there's a really big jellyfish called the lion's mane jellyfish that looks really pretty

muah muah gorgeous!!

jellyfish has nematocysts, which is the specialized cell in their stingers that contains the venom used to stung their prey. plus, it's not even just jellyfish that have these!! nematocysts can be found in pretty much even cnidaria!! C:

the nematocysts have these little coils threads inside them that are ejected when something brushes up against them. they shoot out immediately its insane. so yeah don't touch a jellyfish???

you can't really talk about jellyfish without talking about the man-of-war. AND I JUST LEARNED IT ISN'T EVEN TECHNICALLY A JELLYFISH??? WHAT THE HELL i'm gonna talk about it anyway SHHH

this thing is so fucked up AND I KNOW IT LOOKS CUTE BUT HEAR ME OUT.

they're made up of a bunch of those polyps i mentioned before, but they have four types of specialized ones. the one of the very top (which is the part that sticks out of the water) allows it to drift on the water's surface very well. the tentacles do their tentacle things while being called "dactylozooids" for some reason (i literally couldnt remember that and i had to look it up HELP ME) they have digestive polyp that consume the organism the tentacles captured obviously and reproductive polyp that do reproductive things.

TECHNICALLY, it's a siphonophore (which is basically a whole of tiny animals working together.) WHICH IS AMAZING because usually i hear about siphonophores in the deep sea???

ANYWAYS feel free to pop in my inbox again for fish stuff, i think i was too specific this time on accident but uhh i got carried away LMAO

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

459 of 2022

The Letter J (True or False)

Created by joybucket

You've dated a John. You like to drink juice. 🧃 You loved your first job. You hated your first job. Your first job was just ok. You've never had a job. You've had jury duty. 👩‍⚖️ You've watched Judge Judy. You enjoy jogging. 🏃‍♀️ You've played a song on a jukebox. 🎶 You've been to jail. You've eaten at Jack in the Box. You have a cousin named James. You've read Romeo and Juliet. You often wear jewelry. 💍 (just one ring every day, and all my piercings) You've been to Jamaica. 🇯🇲 You've met someone who was Jamaican. 🇯🇲 You've been to Jordan. 🇯🇴 You've seen the movie Jurassic Park. 🦕 You don't think you've ever met a Jason you didn't like. 👍 (ew, my ex) You've had a friend named Jessica. Your favorite Disney princess is Jasmine. You've tried Jasmine green tea. 🍵 You like the name Jasper. You've driven a Jeep. You don't really like jelly beans. 🫘 You've a pair of jelly sandals. You like the name Justus. You've shopped at Justice. ...and when you were growing up, "Justice" was "Limited Too." You wish there were more justice in them world. You've danced to the Jailhouse Rock. You've dated a Jacob. You like the name Josiah. You went to school with a Joel. You've had a next-door neighbor named Judi. You like the song "Jolene." 🎶 You like to joke around a lot. You've had a crush on Jeremy Sumpter. You went to school with a Jamin. ....and a Jeremiah. ....and a Jericho. You couldn't even count how many Jenny's you've met in your lifetime. You're female, and you would have been named Joshua if you were a boy. 👦 You've dated a Jared. You had the American Girl doll Josefina. You've had a female friend named Jo. You were in dance class with a Josie. You like jalapeños. 🌶 You know the meaning of the word "jubilee." You've never worked as a janitor. You're currently wearing jeggings. 👖 You're currently wearing jeans. 👖 You've had a friend with the last name Johnson. You like the word "juxtapose." You're judgmental. You're double-jointed. You were born in January. 🥳 You were born in June. 🎂 You were born in July. 🎉 You went to school with a Julie. (no, but it’s my sister’s name) You're known for being joyful! 😃 You've been to a juvenile detention center. You've watched Jeopardy. You've met someone named Jade. You owned the Bratz doll Jade. 👄 You've taken a journalism class. 📰 You consider life a "journey." You're Jewish. ✡️ You love Jesus. ✝️ You like Jennifer Lopez. 🎶 You like Jordin Sparks. 🎶 You've been stung by a jellyfish. 🦑 You're jealous of someone. Your favorite movie as a kid was The Jungle Book. 🦧 You've drank juice from a juicebox as an adult. 🧃 You own a juicer. You like the name Jedidiah. You like the name Joanna. You've met a lot of jerks. You've watched Jessica the Prankster on YouTube. You've been friends with a John. You've been bullied by a Joanna. Your mom had a friend named Julia. You've had a crush on a Justin. You've had a crush on a Jennifer. You like to eat Jolly Ranchers. You've used a joystick. 🕹 You keep quarters in a jar. 🫙 You've painted a jar for a craft project. 🫙 🎨 You've taken a jazz dance class. You've made jazz hands for a photo. 👐 You've called someone a jackass. You like the name Jezebel. ....and you wish Jezebel wasn't a negative person, because you think the name is pretty. Sometimes your jaw clicks when you open your mouth wide. You enjoy eating jello. You're wearing a jacket. 🧥 (not right now, though) You hope you never have to go to jail. You enjoyed this survey.

[certified-diplodocus]

Sooo... jellyfish.

You may have seen this video circulating recently. The original was posted on Facebook by Scuba Ventures Kavieng; this is a colour-corrected edit [link to the original in the post source, because Tumblr is stupid about external links]. It caused a small stir on the internet after being tentatively identified as Chirodectes maculatus, a monotypic genus known only from a single small specimen captured and filmed in 1997, off the coast of Queensland. (That footage is sadly not available on the Internet.)

If you know a little about jellies, you’ll recognise this as a box jellyfish or Cubozoan. Box jellies are wonderfully interesting animals, and differ from the more familiar “true jellyfish” or Scyphozoa in a number of ways:

a more developed nervous system allowing more complex behaviour, including the capacity to learn from experience

true eyes (with retinas, corneas, lenses, the whole shebang)

the ability, unlike true jellies which mostly drift, to actively propel themselves around obstacles and towards prey

...a concerning trait in an animal most notorious for being extremely fatal to humans. (c.f. Wasp Jellyfish, Viper Jellyfish, the delightfully named Common Kingslayer, Irukandji*) * sting symptoms include excruciating pain and “a feeling of impending doom”, and let’s raise a glass to the researcher who first documented Irukandji syndrome by deliberately testing it on himself, a lifeguard, and his nine-year old son: “Eschewing animal models and laboratory studies (not to mention all common sense), Barnes took the two specimens, and proceeded directly to human experimentation.” please read the article linked in my reblog, it’s hilarious. (A lack of self-preservation is a trait apparently common to all jellyfish scientists - the 2005 article on Chirodectes maculatus notes that it failed to sting, or adhere to, the hand and forearm of an incautious volunteer.)

The point is that box jellies are deeply, deeply cool in every respect except basic body plan, which goeth thusly:

box

tentacle on each of the four lower corners

....and while many cubozoans find that four is not enough and multiply to get 4n tentacles, that’s about it. Ultimately, what you end up with is still just a translucent jelly box with string hanging from each corner, like a very sad, very dangerous piñata.

Compare scyphozoans / "true jellies": [top to bottom: Pacific sea nettles Chrysaora fuscescens aka windows screensaver, barrel jellyfish Rhizostoma pulmo, sea cauliflower Cephea cephea, moon jelly Aurelia aurita, lion's mane jellyfish Cyanea capillata]

They may not be all that bright, but by god they’re fancy.

Now let's see the box jellies: [Bonaire banded box jellyfish, which rejoices in the name of Tamoya ohboya; sea wasp Chironex fleckeri; Copula sivickisi; Tripedalia cystophora]

And by cubozoan standards, it is big: according to the diver, "a bit bigger than a soccer ball" (which have a ~21cm diameter), which would make it larger than the 15cm in the original species description.

Where am I going with all this? My point, dear jelly lovers, is that Chirodectes maculatus took a body plan like an inverted plastic bag and made it into the fanciest, most ostentatious chunk of jelly that ever wobbled the seven seas.

Look at it. It’s like a 1970s lampshade set off to colonise the ocean. And isn't it just fabulous.

Please reblog the linked post for sources and further reading. All images via Wikimedia Commons (licensed with some version of Creative Commons.)

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Can I request to see your OCs, Omen? If you feel comfortable with sharing them that is

yes yes i would love to introduce y’all to my babies!

if anyone has questions about them, im happy to add more! or lowkey if anyone wants to rp lemme know

"yo, ho. all together. hoist the colors high. heave ho. thieves and beggars. never, shall, we die."

name: Melody "Mel" Hook

pronouns: they/he/she

species: human

family: orphan. found by a group of merchants and took in by the ship's Captain as a child. had a strange amount of knowledge for someone so young...

birthday: July 8th (cancer)

age: 18

height: 180 cm (5'9")

dominate hand: right

homeland: ???

hobbies: skateboarding, wreaking havoc on the small mountain town below NRC where he lives

pet peeves: people who walk slow

favorite food: fish and chips

least favorite food: pineapple

talent: swordsmanship, dyslexia

unique magic: Hoist The Colors.

Mel has a wonderful singing voice. she claims she learned it from the "pretty mermaids" who looked after her before being found by the Captain. Mel's unique magic takes use of this, as when he sings in a specific voice, everyone around him will follow his bidding. in a large crowd this only lasts until the song is over, but if only sung to one individual they will fall under Mel's spell for up to months. especially if they continue to sing for them every few weeks, this can be kept up indefinitely.

"my mother told me, someday I would buy, galleys with good oars and, sales to distant shores..."

name: Opal Ashengrotto

pronouns: she/her

species: mermaid (box jellyfish)

family: Azul Ashengrotto (younger step brother) Opal's father was the lawyer who married Azul's mother

birthday: October 1st (libra)

age: 20

height: 165 cm (5'4")

dominate hand: ambidextrous

homeland: coral sea

hobbies: researching dead languages and spells

pet peeves: people calling her "jelly for brains"

favorite food: iced vanilla latte

least favorite food: anything with a crunchy texture (she doesn't eat much)

talent: jellyfish venom. box jellyfish venom is some of the most deadly in the world. while in human form she stores it under her fingernails and if she scratches someone they will be stung.

unique magic: Oracle's Sight.

when activating her unique magic, her eyes will glow blue and Opal is able to see glimpses of the future. she has honed this ability to use either crystals which she can gaze into to see specific things, or by touching another person skin to skin to see their unique future. there is still untapped potential in this ability but if she does it for to long it can accumulate a massive amount of blot very quickly.

[emotionalsupportbun-chan]

dani sent me a text without punctuation, which i then interpreted as a very specific fic request

this became so much more than I thought it was going to be and *i guess* there’ll have to be more 

so anyway here’s afab Zhao

nsfw, obv. 

Almost, Almost. Kasuga said it was close. An empty building, still unsold, still draining a dead man’s bank account. It was technically squatting, but no one would think to look for them there and none of them could quite handle a bar right now.

 They leaned on each other, stumbling down the narrow alleys of the Red Light district, the support both physical and emotional. Saeko shouldered more of Kasuga’s weight than Zhao had assumed she could. Themself and Joon-Gi embraced like drunkards on a dance floor, each a load-bearing wall to the other. Just focus. One step after another, one foot in front of the other, until the gaudy facade of an abandoned soapland came into view. 

The door was unlocked. That should have been reason for concern, but “preoccupied” was an understatement. The interior was quiet nonetheless, air stagnant, dank from the lingering moisture of the establishment’s past. A layer of dust covered the front desk, the phone, the pictures of the smiling girls that still adorned the walls. The scattering of bubbly brunettes, headshots subtly retouched, greeted them in the absence of their late boss as the party silently trudged up the stairs, each one picking a room. Zhao went straight down to the end of the hall to a room they knew was still fully stocked with a variety of therapeutic oils and herbs. With the finish line in sight, each step became a battle of its own; each one highlighting a new ache, a yet undiscovered cut, a deep bruise. Their legs felt like jelly, like the bones could slide out onto the floor at any moment. After an eternity, they hit the threshold, not so much opening the door as letting the weight of their body fling it to the side. Inside, they found the room not entirely as expected. 

“Oh…?” Surprise, disappointment, irritation. A great cacophony of feelings arose at the sight of another person in the room, and somehow they all fit neatly into that one word.

“Huh?” The figure rose from their crouched position in front of the sliding doors of the storage closet. It was a woman - inky black hair cut short, face unadorned by makeup aside from striking oxblood lipstick, athletic outfit both fashionable and utilitarian. “Fuckin’ hell, ya look like ya tried to fist-fight a wreckin’ ball.” 

Ignoring the surprisingly accurate comment, Zhao tried to slip into the old Scary Gang Boss performance. They didn’t know who this woman was, but they were fairly certain she didn’t belong here. “Hey! You…” But the energy quickly faded, intensity falling from their voice. “Just get out.” They hoped that tone could carry the rest of the message as the words failed to come. I have a lot of questions, but no drive to ask them right now.  

“I’m serious, ya got fucked up.” There was genuine concern in this stranger’s voice. “Come sit down before ya fall over an’ hit yer head ’r somethin’.” She approached, guiding Zhao to a rickety chair in the corner. “Didn’t mean to cause any problems, I thought this place was abandoned,” she said, resuming her search through some boxes stacked at the bottom of the closet. 

Zhao sank into the seat and watched her, trying not to concentrate on the throb of torn muscle. More questions came and were dismissed, deemed not worth the effort of speech. They couldn’t help but notice how well her ass filled out her athletic leggings, though.  

“Is that so?” They took a breath, gathering the will to continue the conversation-slash-interrogation. “Strange, I didn’t know Kansai thieves came in such pretty packages.” They wanted the comment to be something more aggressive, but the flirtation was instinct; the quip slipped out before they even thought to stop it. It was met with a sharp jab to the side by a single manicured nail. 

“A comedian, huh? Very funny.” She upended another small box. “Damn…”

“But really, who are you? What are you doing here?” They let their voice go quiet and calm, an almost-threat, Serious Business Zhao. Great ass aside, an intruder was an intruder. And sure, they didn’t have the strength to put up much of a fight, if it came to that, but Quiet Menacing usually did the trick. 

“I used to work here.” Another box, inspected and discarded. Finally, she fell back out of a squat, now sitting on the floor in a crab-like position, red faced with the effort of her frantic search. An errant strand of hair fell into her face and was blown away in a huff. She wore her frustration openly. It was cute as hell.  

Oh, now you’ve done it. They tried to come out with something slick and witty. “Hi, ‘I used to work here’. I’m Zhao.” They threw a half-smile on for good measure. Nailed it. 

That frustration gave way to something between second-hand embarrassment and disgust. “Really?” 

She stood abruptly, gracefully. It seemed the athletic outfit wasn’t just for show. “As I was sayin’, I used to work here. Just got back in town and had to pick up some stuff I left behind. Looks like one of the other girls already got to it, though.” She paused, stretching. “Sucks about Nonomiya,” she added, the murder of her boss an afterthought. 

With new found high ground, she looked down at Zhao, licked a thumb, and tried to smudge away a line of blood on their cheek. “What’re you doin’ here?” 

“We, uh, wanted a bath.” They motioned toward the door, shifting uncomfortably through the strange woman’s fussing. “A friend of mine briefly worked for Nonomiya.” 

“Huh.” She began to inspect their various cuts and contusions. “Ya know any first aid? This is gonna take more’n a Toughness to fix.”   

“Not really.” Nothing more than the basics. Usually they’d just go see a Liumang doctor, but that wasn’t exactly an option anymore. 

“Lemme fix ya up then, it’s the least I could do.” She chuckled to herself. “Ya looked like yer soul’d left yer body, seein’ me in here.” She turned and started the bath running, opening the jars and bottles that she’d pulled out of the closet. Zhao watched as she mixed a scoop of this or that into the rising water and popped open a still-sealed medical kit. She tore open and arranged packets of gauze and astringent pads as the bath filled, a mise-en-place that would satisfy even the pickiest nurse. She’d even produced a basic suturing kit. “Go on, get in! I’m doin’ ya a favor here.” She tugged at the collar of their jacket. 

The transition to standing upright was not without pain. “Uh…” Sure, this might as well happen. “Yeah...ok, fine.” They carefully removed the leather jacket, the shorts, the shoes, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair Zhao had once occupied. Knowing my luck, I’d fall asleep and drown if I had to do it myself. 

“Hurry up,” She waved a hand in their direction. “It’s not nothin’ I haven’t seen a million times before.” Unsatisfied with their pace, the woman began to rapidly, procedurally, unbutton Zhao’s shirt, deft fingers working more quickly than they’d assumed the nails would allow. “Oh!” She stopped about half way down as the shirt fell open to reveal the sturdy sports bra beneath it. “Sorry, guess I just assumed…” 

“Don’t worry about it, easy mistake.” It wasn’t exactly a secret. Anyone who’d been in the Liumang long enough knew the old boss never had a son, but Zhao wasn’t going to stop any new blood from making convenient assumptions. They finished undressing themself as the woman stood in contemplation and slowly stepped into the bath, smiling at the stranger’s quiet nice. “If this changes anything…” 

“Oh, no.” She settled onto a short stool behind Zhao’s back and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. “If anything, my job just got easier. Don’t gotta worry about any wayward, uh, anatomy.” Her tone was cool, casual, but Zhao knew when their body was being appreciated. They had that effect on some people. Mostly girls. Men typically didn’t like someone they perceived as a woman having shoulders as broad and well-muscled as theirs.  

Once they were settled, the stranger set to work. Whatever she mixed into the bath stung as it came into contact with the various cuts across Zhao’s body, but soothed sore muscles and joints better than any concoction they could have come up with. The initial inspection was thorough; the woman was unhesitant in picking up limbs and manipulating skin. She didn’t seem to find anything worth stitches - the few cuts that were a little more than just a scratch got spritzed with wound wash and treated with an antibiotic ointment. She rubbed some kind of cream over the larger bruises. 

Once satisfied with the state of their wounds, she started working the shoulders and neck. First gentle, but firm, presses of knuckles to loosen the knots. Then she really set in, putting her full weight behind an elbow, working just under the base of their neck. It hurt at first, and Zhao almost called it quits, but after a minute or so the tension gave way and their legs - their whole body, for that matter - turned to jelly once again. They had a brief spike of worry - they were helpless under her hands; this would be a perfect opportunity for an assassin - but the thought left as quickly as it came as she moved lower down their back, pushing the heels of her hands into their spine and hitting each vertebra one by one. “Relax, relax. I’m not gonna hurt ya.” She must have felt the moment of tension. Zhao tried to respond, but the words that came devolved immediately into a low moan at the return of the elbow. No use; resistance was futile. They were putty. 

Eventually - unfortunately - the massage ended. As the woman pulled her arms out of the water, Zhao could have sworn they felt the barely-there sensation of her fingers trailing the outline of the phoenix inked across their back. Before they could say anything, she leaned in, pressing the side of her face against theirs. “All better?” she said, lips grazing the bit of neck just below the ear. Not even a kiss, just a whisper of heat. Her voice had changed, becoming something saccharine and syrup-dipped, dripping with anticipated carnality. Oh, a full service experience? Zhao didn’t anticipate this being part of the deal, but who could turn down such a skilled professional? The woman was a master of her art. The hands soon returned, this time settling low on the hips, drifting slowly around to the front of their body. Her chest plastered against their back, chin nestled in the crook of their neck, the first finger slipped between their legs... 

A voice sounded, somewhere down the hall, barely squeezing through a quickly narrowing tunnel of desire. Something about Survive and karaoke and Joon-gi said he’ll sing this time, are you done yet? 

Without warning, the warmth of her body pressed against them disappeared as the woman pulled away and snatched a bag off the floor, leaving Zhao red-faced and stupefied. “Looks like it’s time for me to scram.” Back to business. No more Sexy Soapland Girl. “Put this on yer bruises ‘til they go away,” she said, dropping a tube of cream onto the stool as she hurried toward the door. 

“Wait, who - “ Zhao tried to hoist themself out of the bath only to find their legs still shaky as a foal’s. They slipped back in with a wet plunk, sloshing water over the edge and onto the floor. By the time they’d righted themself, the woman was long gone and Kasuga had come wandering in with a towel to hassle them about their bathing habits. After a moment of teasing, they were left to dry, and dress, and try to pretend they weren’t wet in more ways than one. 

It would be hours until they realized they didn’t remember seeing the woman’s face among the portraits over in the waiting room. 

[m0etenchandon]

Revenge (Reader x Ben Hardy)

Summary: After Y/N tied her boyfriend Ben to the bed last week, he gets his revenge. Part two of “I think you need to be punished, Ben”

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Authors note: I deleted this because it literally got no notes (because I hate myself and my thoughts got the better of me) and I worked really hard on it, but I decided I was being dumb so here it is again. Quite a few of you requested this, so hope you guys enjoy it xx

Warnings: SMUT (18+!), dom!Ben, spanking, language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Word count: 3.8 K

Masterlist

Ben walked through the door of your shared apartment. He had just finished at the gym, and you could smell his scent as he came to stand in the doorway of the kitchen. You were dancing around trying to finish a cake for Joes birthday.

“Hi baby, how was your workout?”

His arms came to sneak around your waist, giving you a quick kiss on the lips followed by a shit-eating grin. “It was good, beat my bench-press goal and all”, he said. He leant down trying to kiss you again, but you turned your head avoiding his lips.

“Uhm-no, not until you shower. You stink”. In reply, his arms tightened around you as you were pressed to his sweaty chest.

“Ew, get off of me, Ben”, you giggled.

“As you wish princess”. His arms loosened the grip around your waist before he leant against the kitchen counter, admiring you. He loved the way you moved around the kitchen, completely in your element. You looked beautiful he thought, hair in a messy bun and no makeup. Your body only covered by one of his t-shirts, which was way too big on you.

“What are you looking at there, Jones?”

“Oh nothing, just my beautiful girlfriend that’s all”. He pulled you in for another kiss, which you had to concentrate on not completely melting into. His lips were so soft, and you loved how they fit perfectly against you own.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and taste this frosting”, you said. Ben dipped his fingers into the smooth mix before putting them between his lips. Damn those lips. He sucked at them while keeping eye contact, and you had to grab onto the counter to steady yourself at the sight before you. You hoped he didn’t notice, but the smirk on his face told otherwise.

You coughed. “Well, how is it? Does it need more sugar?”

“Taste for yourself”, he said before gathering some more frosting with his fingers, bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth and let his index and middle finger into the warmth. As he did moments ago, you kept eye contact while lightly sucking on them. His eyes had gone a darker shade of green, clearly enjoying the sensation. You took turn sucking each of his fingers before licking them from base to tip, tongue swirling around the very tip of them, making sure they were completely clean. Ben muttered a “fuck” under his breath.

His fingers left your mouth with a pop. “I think it’s perfect, don’t you”, you said placing your hand on his chest. He immediately pulled you flush against your body and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was desperate, needy. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned, hands traveling to your ass. He turned you around and pressed his hips against yours, effectively trapping you against the counter, a slight bulge detectable against your lower stomach.

“I need you, Ben”, you whined against his lips, hands pulling at his shirt.

“Hmm, you still haven’t got your punishment for tying me to the bed you know”. His lips left your mouth and moved to the spot just below your ear making you whimper. It had been a week since you had tied him up and had your way with him. Things had gone back to normal, and he hadn’t even mentioned it. Not until now. The thought made your panties dampen. You knew he loved making you whimper underneath him, and he thrived on the sounds you made as you came completely undone in front of him.

His hand slowly inched its way down your body, dropping to one of your nipples. You hadn’t bothered with a bra, and he hummed approvingly as he circled one of your nipples over your (his) shirt with his fingers. As his mouth sucked marks onto your neck, you rutted your hips against his desperately trying to get some much-needed friction on your aching core. Your hands pulling on his hair.

“Patience, princess, need you to be a good girl for me”. His fingers dragged down your stomach, circling your hips before ghosting over your clit. You moaned, fingers clawing at his back. He pulled back, looking at you like at predator would look at his prey, leaving you heaving for air against the counter.

“Did I say you could touch me? It’s my time to be in control you know. After what you put me through last week, who knows what I have planned for you, princess. If I were you, I would obey, or you might have to be punished”, he growled, his voice impossibly deep. You nodded, unable to form coherent sentences at this point. The wet patch on your panties growing with his every word.

“Use your words, princess”

“Y-yes, Be-en, I´ll b-behave”

“Good. I’m going to go have a smoke, and when I get back I expect to find you in bed for me. Naked. No touching” he whispered the last part into your ear. You whimpered in response, nodding your head.

“Oh and Y/N, leave these on”. He played with the waistline of your panties before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in your kitchen, a panting mess. You took a few seconds to compose yourself before heading for the bedroom. Your legs were jelly, and when you finally reached the bed you were completely out of breath. The effect he had on you was ridiculous, and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

You hastily pulled off your shirt, goosebumps forming on your arms as the cold air hit your hardened nipples. It took all your will power not to touch your aching clit as you laid back on the bed. Ben certainly took his time, normally he would use just a minute or two on a cigarette, but now he was clearly teasing you. He knew how desperate you were at this point.

Taking the risk, your hand slowly inching its way down to your clit, thinking you could rub one out before he came back. You slid two fingers underneath your damp panties, quickly finding the aching nub. Applying a light pressure, you started rubbing small circles onto your clit. A moan left your mouth, which Ben heard as he walked through the door. You pulled your hand out, looking at him innocently. Shit. His eyes bored into yours, as he strode over to the bed. He had a devilish smirk on his face.

“I said no touching, princess”

“I know, but it was just a few seconds I..”. He cut you off, having none of it.

“I don’t care. I said no touching, you slut. Kneel at the end of the bed. Now”. He growled the last part. Your eyes went wide, having never seen this side of him before. As you did like he said, he sat down on the bed next to you before pulling you onto his lap. Your stomach was over his strong thighs, and he put a leg over your knees, effectively keeping you in place. His cock was hard against your stomach, warm and pulsating.

“I said you were going to be punished if you didn’t listen, princess. I´m going to spank you, show you what happens when you don’t behave”, he said. His voice was impossibly deep, sending electric bolts straight to your curve. His hand was caressing your but.

“I think 10 will do for now, don’t you?”

You nodded in response, earning a hard smack on your left cheek. A yelp left your mouth at the unexpected action.

“Use your words princess”

“Y-yes”

He hummed before his hand met your cheek again. Fire spread over your entire body, feeling a slight sting on your bare bottom. Before you could say anything, another smack hit you. You moaned, becoming wetter with each spank. Smack. Smack. Smack. Three quick ones in a row. He took turns hitting each of your cheeks.

“You´re enjoying this, aren’t you, princess? Such a filthy slut for me”

“Y-yes, fuck, Ben”

A moan left his lips at the sight of your red cheeks as four quick smacks hit your body. His own hand stung at this point, rubbing over your cheeks as he let you have a little break.

“Can you do one more for me, princess?”

“Yes”. You didn’t dare not answering. Your cheeks were burning at this point, tears almost leaving your eyes. His hand left your cheek and you screwed your eyes shut, waiting for the last smack. He took his time, wanting to spank you when you least expected it. You had finally started to relax against his thighs when his hand finally hit your cheek again. You yelped, a tear falling down your cheek.

His lifted you off his lap, a thumb coming to your face, collecting the tear you had let slip. He placed a kiss on your lips, before tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. Your bottom stung, but at the same time you felt a delicious warmth spreading all over your body.

“Did so good for me, princess”, he cooed before sitting you next to him.

“Lay down on the bed for me, I´m not done with you yet”. You gulped but did as he said.

He immediately removed his shirt and gym-shorts, leaving just his boxers to cover his very hard cock. Not a word was said before collecting the very same box you had pulled out just a week before. Just like you had, he pulled out the handcuffs along with the vibrator. He decided against the robes.

“I´m not going to tie your feet, but like I said, you need to be a good girl and follow my instructions”

You nodded, keeping eye contact with him as he strode over to the bed. He secured your wrists against the headpost of the bed, just like you had to him. Your but was sore against the bed sheets. He smelled like cigarettes, the scent alone turning you on. His lips left small, wet, kisses all the way down from your wrists, your elbow, armpit, before stopping at your neck. He sucked harshly on the spot just below your ear, earning a loud moan. Ben smirked against your skin, loving the effect he had on you.

“Ben, we are seeing the boys later today, I c-can’t have hickeys, omg.. all over my neck”, you whined, back arching off the bed, desperate for his touch.

“I don’t care, let´s show them who you belong to, princess”. He started moving down your body, stopping at your exposed breasts. Taking one of your nipples into your mouth without warning, you yelped and tugged at the cuffs. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through his hair. He looked up at you with a grin.

“What’s the matter, princess, having trouble getting to me?”

“Fu-uck you Ben, just p-please touch me”, you moaned. He laughed against your nipple.

“So desperate for my touch, aren’t you? Use your words, princess. What do you need?”

“I-I need you, fuck, p-please, anything! Your finger, oh god, your mo-outh, please, baby”

Ben continued his journey down your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses just above your belly button before moving on to your hips. His kisses were dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, just never quite going there. He left one final kiss just over your clit, earning a whimper.

“Well the thing is, you made me cum in my fucking pants like a horny teenager with no self-control. That was embarrassing you know, so why shouldn’t you be treated the same?”. He reached for the vibrator on the nightstand. You gulped, gaze focused on the purple device which had brought on hours of pleasure.

“Look at me”, Ben said before grabbing your chin, forcing you to do so. His pupils were dilated, hair wet against his forehead from his workout. He turned the vibrator on, letting it fall against your nipples first. He circled them both, making them even harder, before going the same road his kisses had just gone down towards your center. You were a moaning mess underneath him, hips thrusting into the air, desperate for friction. One of his hands came down on your hip, effectively stilling you in the process.

“Ple-ease baby, I need it” you whined. You were so wet for him; your clit was pulsating even though he hadn’t properly touched it yet. He smirked, before moving the vibrator to the very apex of your inner thigh, so close to where you desperately needed him. You pulled at the restraints, still keeping eye contact with him. Without warning, he pressed it directly against your clit, making you scream out his name.

“You like that, princess? Like when the vibrator is, fuck, pressed hard against your little cunt? Gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Gonna cum like the slut you are?”. Afraid of what might actually come out of your mouth at this point, you desperately nodded, moans filling the air. He pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, driving you towards the edge. You were so turned on from his teasing that you found yourself moaning his name in no time. Ben continued to press the vibrator against your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm, a smug grin painted on his face. He didn’t stop though. You were so sensitive from your high that he had to press down hard on your hip to keep you from moving around too much. He started moving the vibrator, drawing little circles onto your clit. You were close again. The pressure was too much, yet so good. Your eyes rolled back into your bead as a second wave of pleasure hit you like a brick wall. You were literally screaming his name at this point, not even caring if the people next door heard. He threw the device onto the bed next to you before ripping your underwear off of you.

“That was so fucking hot Y/N. Taking that vibrator so well, but I´m not done with you yet, princess”

“Oh my god, Ben! I need you, please I need to cum a-again”

“What do you need, use your words, princess”. He caressed your cheek, leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. You desperately wanted more, but he pulled away way too quickly.

“Shit, give me your mouth, please, baby”, you whined. Ben smirked in return, before settling himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process. He wasted no time, tongue immediately lapping at the juices from your last orgasm. He licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit a few times, making you whimper. Bringing his fingers to your entrance, he circled them around a few times before driving them into you. You clenched around him, loving the way his fingers filled you. Pumping them at a fast pace. His lips moved towards your neglected clit, taking it into his mouth. You were at a loss for words as he simultaneously curled his fingers to hit your g-spot as his lips sucked at your clit. He was driving you mad, and he knew it very well. Lips every so often leaving your clit to press kisses to the apex of your thighs, before going back to where you needed him the most. You stared down at him, lips between your teeth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning. You were so close, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. His eyes met yours which drove you over the edge. Your walls clenched around his fingers, thighs pressing together. A clear liquid shot from your cunt, but you didn’t even notice, too preoccupied trying not to pass out. He continued sucking on your clit, prolonging the duration of the orgasm. It was the hardest you’ve ever cum, feeling the pleasure all the way to your fingertips. Ben hummed against your clit, before moving up towards your face. His entire upper body was soaked. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Did- did I just?”

“Yeah, princess, you just squirted all over my fingers”

“Oh my god I´m so so-“ he cut you off mid-sentence by pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel your taste on his tongue as it moved against yours.

“No need to apologize, love. That was so hot”, he whispered into the kiss. He leant up to open your handcuffs, your hands falling down to grab at the hair at the nape of his neck. You were exhausted.

“You did so good, princess. Think you can do one more for me? Watching you cum all over me has gotten me so hard for you”. He pressed his clothed erection against your still sensitive heat, earning a whimper. You didn’t even know how much you needed him inside you until now.

“Yes, please, Ben. I need you to fill me up”. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he removed his boxers. His cock was red and swollen from being neglected when Ben worked on pleasuring you. Pre-cum was dripping from his impossibly hard tip. He dragged his cock through your folds, earning a whimper when it touched your sensitive clit. Looking into your eyes, he slowly pushed in, letting you adjust to his size. He dropped down to kiss you, lips dancing together. There was still lust in the air, but it was less desperate, pure need lingering between the two of you.

You pressed the heels of your feet into his bum, silently begging him to start moving. He did just that. Pulling out slowly, before pushing in all the way. Hard. His cock hit your g-spot with every precise thrust, moans filling the room. You clawed at his back, leaving red stripes. Neither he nor you cared, too caught up in pleasure. His lips left yours, starting to kiss your neck instead. He was probably marking you further, but you didn’t care.

“Ple-ease baby, faster”, you whined into his ear. He picked up his pace, still going hard. His pubic bone has dragging against your clit, creating a delicious friction against the still sensitive bundle of nerves. You were close, and by the way his breathing was becoming ragged, you could tell he was too. He pulled away from your neck, locking his eyes with yours, mouth gaping.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last, princess”

“Me neither, b-baby”, you moaned. You started moving your hips to meet his thrusts, edging him towards the edge. With one particularly hard thrust right against that sweet spot, you clenched around him. It was like the world stood still, the only thing in your mind was him and you. You came hard, your nail drawing blood on his back. Ben followed quickly, your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge, grunting your name in the process. You could feel the hot spurts of cum deep within as you came down from your high. A few sloppy thrusts later, and he pulled out of you. You were left with a sudden feeling of emptiness, making you whine.

He got a tissue from the box beside the bed and gently cleaned you up, making sure to be careful against your sensitive clit. Satisfied with his job, he went to throw it in the bin. You laid in bed completely spent, just watching your boyfriend fondly.

“What?”, he laughed.

“Oh nothing, just admiring my handsome boyfriend, that’s all”, you teased back, using his own words against him.

“Very funny, love”. He laid next to you and pulled you onto his chest before giving your head a kiss.

“That wasn’t that bad, was it? Did I push you too far?”

“No, I enjoyed it. I mean I don’t think I can walk properly later and my bum stings, but all things considered, I deserved that”

“Hmm, so you’re happy you didn’t abstain from sex to avoid this then”, he asked smugly.

“Geez, Ben. Yes, I am. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I have to have my daily dose of ego boost, love”

“For fucks sake” you laughed, leaning up to kiss him, which he gladly returned.

“Mmm, as much as I’m enjoying this, we have to get ready. The gang will be over in an hour, and I have to finish that cake that someone so rudely interrupted me doing”, you said. You pushed off of Ben and went to stand next to the bed. You winced at the soreness in your nether regions as you moved.

“Ugh, fine, but let’s shower together”

“You´re so needy today, Benny. But yes, we can do that, but absolutely no touching”.

He grinned and held his hands up in defense. Walking over to the bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Deep purple hickies were all over the side of your neck. That was going to be a bitch to cover up.

Later that day

You had just placed Joes cake on the table, grinning from ear to ear. He bent down to blow out the candles, and you, deciding to mess with him, pretended to do the same. As you bent down however, you had pushed your hair over your shoulder to keep it from catching fire. He blew out the candles and everyone yelled “Happy birthday” to Joe, but you could hear a loud gasp coming from Lucy.

“Y/N, what happened to your neck!?”.

Shit. You blushed a bright pink color as everyone put two and two together, and looked between you and Ben. He looked proud though, the little prick. Well, at least until Gwil went to pat his back in a ´well done mate´ kind of way, and a hiss left his mouth. Gwils eyes went wide as he lifted Bens shirt to reveal deep red scratch marks down his entire back. You wanted to melt into the couch and disappear.

“Oh come on guys, on my birthday! That’s gross!”, Joe yelled, forgetting all about his cake.

“Get it girl”, Lucy said. She gave you a look, before going to high-five you, which you reluctantly reciprocated.

After the fuss had died down, and the boys had had their turn making fun of you and Ben, he went to pull you into his side. You lent your head on his shoulder, mortified.

“You´re never going to do that again, Benny”. He flinched at the nickname you normally only used in bed, but a smirk fell upon his lips quickly.

“You didn’t seem to mind it a couple of hours ago, love. I seem to remember you moaning my name at the top of your lungs, begging me to fuck you”, he whispered into your ear.

“I swear to god I’m going to chop your balls off, Jones”. You tried to act strict, but you quickly started giggling at the whole situation, hiding the blush on your cheeks as you leant into him further.

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The World Is In The Midst Of A Mass Extinction, But Not Jellyfish — They’Re Thriving In Warm, Polluted Water

New Post has been published on https://www.apegeo.com/jellyfish-populations-grow-explosive-rates/

The World Is In The Midst Of A Mass Extinction, But Not Jellyfish — They’Re Thriving In Warm, Polluted Water

A growing body of evidence suggests the planet is in the midst of a sixth mass extinction.

Between 500,000 and 1 million plant and animal species face extinction, many within decades, according to a report from the United Nations. Pollution, habitat loss, warming oceans, and other consequences of climate change are driving animal populations down on an unprecedented scale.

But one group of creatures is bucking this ominous trend: jellyfish.

Jellyfish have roamed Earth’s oceans for 500 million years. The bell-shaped underwater denizens can be found all over the world; there are some 4,000 species of them, according to the Smithsonian Institute.

The world is in the midst of a mass extinction – the sixth time in the planet’s history that species are experiencing a major global collapse in numbers.

Up to 1 million species are threatened with extinction, many within decades, according to a United Nations report.

Human activity is to blame: Habitats are being destroyed due to pollution, climate change, and deforestation.

But one group of animals is benefiting: jellyfish. Rising ocean temperatures and overfishing are enabling jellyfish populations to grow at explosive rates.

Over the past two decades, global populations of many jellyfish species have skyrocketed. Swarms of them, known as “jellyfish blooms,” have become more common worldwide, forcing beach closures, causing power outages, and killing other fish.

Recent research has revealed that the increases in jellyfish populations can be linked to human activity, too. As greenhouse gases trap heat on the planet, oceans are heating up – they absorb 93% of that excess heat. Unlike many marine species, jellies can thrive in warmer water with less oxygen. What’s more, their natural predators, like turtles and sharks, are being overfished by humans.

Here’s what to know about why jellyfish are thriving – and why their population explosion could be dangerous.

Jellies are 95% water. The creatures don’t have brains, stomachs, intestines, or lungs.

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Multiple moon jellies side by side. Flickr/brianandjaclyn

Instead, nutrients and oxygen slip through their gelatinous layers of see-through skin.

They move by rapidly contracting their mushroom-shaped bell to expel water, which propels them forward.

A black jellyfish floats in the water near San Diego, California. Port of San Diego

Trailing tentacles then brush against prey, immobilizing the jelly’s next meal with tiny venom-filled stingers. The tentacles move that prey up into the creature’s body cavity, where it gets digested.

Jellies are opportunistic feeders, meaning they’ll ingest just about anything: microscopic plankton, crustaceans, and fish larvae are all fair game.

A jellyfish floats in the Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan in Osaka, Japan. Marisa Vega Photographer/Getty Images

They’ll even consume other jellies, according to the Smithsonian Institute.

The absence of complex body parts allows jellies to adapt easily to changing ocean conditions.

Japanese Sea Nettles are seen at “The Jellies Experience” exhibition at the Monterey Bay Aquarium in Monterey, California, March 30, 2012. Richard Green/Reuters

Jellies aren’t vulnerable to fluctuating temperature, acidity, and salinity like other marine species, according to JSTOR Daily.

In the last 100 years, average ocean surface temperatures have risen by about 1.6 degrees Fahrenheit (0.9 degrees Celsius), according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Last year was the hottest on record for the seas.

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Warmer waters, in turn, mean less oxygen. This double whammy severely hurts many marine creatures, like coral, but not jellies. In mid-latitudes, in fact, higher water temperatures lead jelly embryos and larvae to develop more quickly, and the animals enjoy longer reproductive periods, according to Inside Climate News.

Jellies are already good at reproducing. A breeding female nettle, for example, can spawn 45,000 eggs per day, according to Smithsonian Magazine.

Surprisingly, maritime shipping and undersea drilling industries also benefit jellyfish, since one of the creatures’ reproductive stages, the polyps stage, requires them to settle on a hard surface.

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Man-made structures like docks or oil rigs are easier for jellyfish polyps to attach to than sand or rocks on the ocean floor, according to the Smithsonian Institute.

What’s more, many polyps are also tolerant of low-oxygen conditions.

When inland rivers carry fertilizer run-off from agriculture to coastal waters, that can create competition-free buffets for jellies.

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After high concentrations of fertilizer run-off enter the ocean, plankton and algae populations explode. This algal proliferation further depletes the oxygen in the water, causing what’s known as a “dead zone” in which marine life cannot survive.

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But some jellies can. These creatures happily feed on plankton, so dead zones offer them competition-free eating grounds.

The number of coastal dead zones has doubled every decade since the 1960s; there are now roughly 500, Smithsonian Magazine reported.

Overfishing is also fueling the global jellyfish proliferation.

A giant green turtle rests on a coral reef at a diving site near the island of Sipadan in Celebes Sea east of Borneo November 7, 2005. Reuters

Typically, jellyfish populations have been kept in check by marine predators like sea turtles and fish like tuna. But those populations have been dwindling due to overfishing: Every year for the past two decades, between 100 million and 120 million marine creatures have been removed from the ocean.

Fishing also removes jellies’ competition for food; anchovies and squid eat the same type of plankton as jellyfish, so the more those species get removed from the seas, the more plankton jellies can access, according to the Smithsonian Institute.

A 2012 study from the University of British Columbia concluded that “jellyfish populations appear to be increasing in the majority of the world’s coastal ecosystems and seas.”

A jellyfish swims off the island of Salamina, Greece, August 23, 2018. Stelios Misinas/Reuters

The study definitively linked this increase to human activity.

Groups of jellies are called “blooms” or “outbreaks.”

In Palau, snorkelers can safely swim in a lake of golden jellyfish. Flickr/Richard Schneider

These blooms can cause a variety of problems.

For one, they prevent swimmers and beachgoers from entering the water. Some 150 million jellyfish stings occur annually worldwide.

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While not every jellyfish species has a sting that’s painful or even perceptible to people, some can be dangerous or even deadly.

Some types, like the Chironex fleckeri species of box jellyfish, can kill a human in 3 minutes.

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Box jelly venom targets the heart and nervous system, and packs such a punch that swimmers can drown or die of heart failure before reaching shore.

In January, nearly 4,000 people were stung in one weekend by blue bottle jellies that drifted ashore in Queensland, Australia.

A blue bottle jellyfish photographed near Brisbane, Australia. Kyle Hovey/Flickr

Then, in 2018, more than 1,000 people were stung over the course of one week after jellyfish blooms popped up offshore near Volusia County, Florida.

In large numbers, jellies can clog power-plant pipes and force them to shut down.

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On December 10, 1999, 40 million people living on the Philippine island of Luzon lost power after thousands of jellyfish were sucked into the cooling pipes of a local coal-fired power plant.

In 2011, jellyfish overwhelmed the cooling system at a coal power plant near Hadera, Israel.

Jellyfish fall from a filter into a container at Orot Rabin coal-fired power station in Israel, July 5, 2011. The power station uses seawater for cooling purposes and has to filter out and dispose of jellyfish on a daily basis. Ronen Zvulun/Reuters

Two years later, jellies also got sucked into the cooling pipes at one of Sweden’s nuclear reactors, forcing a shutdown.

Jellyfish swarms can also be deadly for other marine creatures.

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In 2007, a mauve stinger jellyfish swarm 10 square miles in size killed 100,000 salmon in a fish farm off the coast of Ireland.

Overall, mounting evidence suggests, underwater ecosystem may be changing from one dominated by fish to one ruled by jellies. This is – in part – a situation of own making: A 2009 study noted that human-induced stresses, including overfishing, climate change, and habitat modification, “appear to be promoting jellyfish blooms to the detriment of other marine organisms.”

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Mafia AU, with Sehun.

Did I plan the title? No I didn’t but it fitted  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope ya’ll enjoy this, (some of this is linked with Kyungsoo’s chapter but it’s not vital that you have to read it). Love the support for this series thank you, keep it up xo

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Sexual content and death

She had walked up numerous flights of stairs, after parking the getaway car inconspicuously around the corner. She tutted at the sight of dead, bleeding bodies scattered around the stairwells. She made sure to step around the blood and the arms and legs that stuck out beneath their bodies as they had little to no time to prepare to die.

Sehun, albeit the youngest was the most malignant.

She reached the 20th floor, the floor they had figured out from weeks of planning had the best vantage point for their operation. The door was open and lying in the center was surprise, surprise another dead security detail. She knew people didn’t understand, maybe she was mentally ill but he turned her on so much when he killed. It was by far no sexual act and by far not the best but it never failed to steer them both into bed after a good day.

“Could you stop, I don’t know, murdering people for fun?”

Sehun looked over his shoulder from where he was crouched near his latest victim, careful not to step into the pool of expanding blood. He picked up the bullet shell just like he was taught and smirked at her as she came into the room.

“Set up by that window.” He gestured to the open, window directly in front of her.

She ran her tongue over her teeth, crossing her arms over her chest in a teasing manner. “Joonmyeon wouldn’t approve.”

Sehun stood up to his full height and didn’t miss the playfulness in her tone. “There’s a lot he wouldn’t approve of.”

She shook her head at him, crouching down under the smashed open window to set up her tripod. Sehun tucked his body just beside the window, careful not to be seen. He looked down at her, the forever present wicked look in his eyes making her feel some kind of way.

She ignored him as well as the tension in the air while she placed her rifle top of her steady tripod, aiming it down at the building next door. She closed her eye staring down into the binocular, counting the apartment windows till she was at the right one.

“You see anything?” Sehun asked after a minute.

She held her body steady in her crouch and side eyed him as he moved to crouch next to her. She adjusted herself onto her knees as she tried to find her target.

“Give me a chance.”

“We only have 10 minutes.” Sehun pressed.

“Do you doubt me?”

“No. But I’m sure he’ll be wondering why they haven’t heard off the security in this buildi--”

“I have her.”

She narrowed her eyes focusing on the pretty female at the poolside. She blinked and took a breath, her finger tensing on the trigger. Sehun held his breath, watching her carefully as she did that pout with her lips subconsciously as she concentrated. She clocked all of the men at the pool too, the ones that were guards, trying to fit in and blend but she had been trained to spot them through the largest of crowds.

“There’s 6 men.”

“Are we taking them out?” Sehun asked, almost too excited.

“You’re disgusting.” She muttered, her gun following the girl in her bikini till she was almost still.

Sehun ran his tongue across his lips and she didn’t mistake his lingering touch on her lower back as he ran his hand over her hip. She gave him a look out of the corner of her eye and he didn’t move it away.

“Why are you in a dress?” He asked. “When you’re like this you can almost see--”

She pulled the trigger and Sehun shot up from his position, suddenly serious. The sound was deafening - sniper rifles always were the loudest - and their ears rung from the pitch but they loved the sound of a gun shot. She carried on looking through the binocular and saw that as always didn’t miss. The female target was on the ground, her security details scrambling to see the assassin.

She smiled, completely sinister. Sehun peaked over the ledge and the disorder that began to unfold below them was satisfying. The target was motionless on the floor, a blur of blood beginning to map her body.

“Let’s go.”

She pushed her tripod back together, shoving that and her gun in her bag. Sehun instinctively grabbed her hand, pulling them both from the building, skillfully avoiding tripping over the other casualties. They left nothing behind, only the gleaming sniper shell that lay purposefully under that very window - let them know who done it.

As they left the gritty unkempt apartment building Sehun was smiling a malevolent look in his eyes. They sped down the street being sure to look over their shoulders with every step they took. The rundown garage at the end of the road was where she had the car and she lead Sehun to it quickly, keeping tight hold of her lover.

The garage was empty, abandoned and it provided them with seclusion from the road. Reaching the white sedan she let go of hand to jump into drivers side only have the wind knocked out of her as he maneuvered her body from behind, shoving her back into the hood of the car.

Stealing her breath he kissed her. It was aggressive, it was voracious and let him rule her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair at the back of her hair. His hips held her to the bonnet of the car and her body yearned and flamed as he ground his hardening bulge against her. He only stopped to take a step back to slip his hand between their bodies, his fingers expertly sliding up her dress to find exactly what he wanted - her wet and needy.

Her knees buckled and Sehun pushed her legs open with his feet holding them apart as he began his onslaught on her. He found her clit in an instant, rubbing it unforgivingly with his middle finger. She broke the kiss to let out a wanton moan, her eyes finding his sinful eyes looking down at her with intent. A fire lit in her belly as his fingers slipped inside of her wet hole with an obscene sound that made Sehun cocky.

He kissed her quiet as he curled his unforgiving fingers inside of her and she feared she’d fall if it weren’t for his lithe body keeping her still and under his complete sexual mercy.

“Sehun..!” Her voice was a squeak, a small pathetic whimper as his fingers pumped in and out of her in the way he knew drove her crazy.

Her legs trembled, her mind melted and she would have screamed if it wasn’t for him keeping her silent with his mouth. With all the strength and willpower she could muster with the heat increasing between her thighs she balled his shirt in her fists pushing him away, his lips puckered and wet. Her legs felt like jelly but she willed herself to stand straight as she felt the trickling of her orgasm going down her legs.

“Get in the car.” She panted, her eyes hooded as she smoothed her hand down his crotch as an incentive.

They got into the back of the car, their hearts in their throats and in a blink there was no space between them.

In a frenzy of heat and desire she was straddling his thighs. The small cardi she was wearing being peeled off her arms as Sehun hands clawed down her back to palm at her ass. His mouth was hot on her neck as the taste of him on her tongue lingered; dangerously sweet. She needed to feel his skin on hers, the warmth and friction. She peeled off his plain black shirt, her fingers then running down his chest as he tugged her dress unceremoniously up her body.

His tongue licked down to her cleavage and with skillful fingers her bra was loosened, revealing to him her nipples. As he closed one in his mouth, his tongue working it hard and making her body ache with desire she pulled his hair, yanking his head back. The gasp that flew from his mouth, the way his eyes shined and narrowed as he looked at her was sinful.

With her free hand she pulled the zipper down on his jeans, a hard needy bulge coming at full attention. Silently and keeping his eyes on her face she pulled out his weeping cock, loving the way his mouth dropped open and his hands fidgeted around her hips.

When she sank down on him, he filled her up, never ceasing to feel utterly amazing every time. Her eyes felt heavy with every rock of her hips. She scrunched her face up in pleasure as it hit her body in every possible way. Sehun’s hold on her was tight, rough as he guided her on his cock. The soft whines that flew from his lips were exquisite.

She knotted both of her fists in his hair, knowing it stung but knowing he liked it as she rode him into oblivion.

His eyes clenched and his fingers dug into the skin at her lower back. “I’m close, please don’t stop.”

She smirked down at him, her eyes open and glassy as she looked at his red face. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Using his hair she pulled his head back reveling in the sight of his neck as it bulged, fuck she closed her mouth over the column of his throat, sucking on it till he was red and until his body quaked beneath hers and his cum dripped down her thighs.

Without another second she let him go and with a lewd noise between her legs she climbed over to the driver's seat. She pulled her dress back over her head, shimmying it down her body all the while Sehun regained his breath and knowledge of where he was, his chest heaving and his hand running through his now messy hair.

Car sex had been their go to for years, it was actually how they began. The thrill of the kill always messed with their heads. They never talked about it but they knew it was a mutual understanding that they were good together.

“I’ll call Yifan.” He said with a gruff voice as she started the car.

She nodded and turned on the radio, unabashedly smiling as Sehun cleaned himself off with a box of - conveniently placed - tissues and did up his jeans.

“We did it, we’re on our way back now…..… No one is following.”

The call was short, blunt and sweet and neither party minded as Sehun hung up, tossing the phone on the dash. He then turned his attention onto her, her face as she drove, the soft light of the early evening complimenting her features in the best way. Even with her dress wayward and her cheeks red she was still a sight to behold.

Compulsively he ran a finger down her cheek, gaining him some attention. She smiled softly at him and carried on.

~~~

“We might have to up the protection on the brat in the bar.” She announced upon walking into their own VIP room in Yifan’s club.

“She’s not a brat.” Kyungsoo muttered from his corner of the pool table. “And why, what have you done?”

He looked between the two of them in the doorway and she blinked. “Did Yifan not tell anyone else?”

Jongdae stepped out from a booth, a beer in his hand looking intrigued and a little frightful. When it came to the missions the Bonnie and Clyde act got up to, he tended to stay out of the way but with the mention of a certain leader’s sister he had a duty to know

“What did you do?” Jondae asked.

“We did what we were told to do.” Her voice was hostile, even a little bit confused because why was the mission a secret?

Jongdae opened his mouth to reply, his expression just as bewildered but it closed upon the sight of new company. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees, the air turned tense and even the music from outside seemed to just become a blurr. Anxious she reached for Sehun’s hand, turning her head to face her furious looking leader as he eyed their shoulder bags.

He stared at the duo in front of him, his eyes on fire. “Would you two care to explain where you have been?”

Sehun squeezed her hand. “On a mission.”

Joonmyeon shook his head, his lips pursed and his expression thunderous. “You couldn’t have been, I didn’t give out a mission for either of you.”

“Well I did.”

If the room could have gotten any colder, she would have frozen to death. Yifan stood at the bar, pouring himself - obnoxiously nonchalant - a bourbon. Joonmyeon’s eyes zoned in on him, his face stoney.

“What did you do?”

“What had to be done.” Yifan took a sip, his throat burning but settling as he stared back at his compadre. “You didn’t have the conviction to give out the order so I did.”

“Order for what?” His voice had pitched, his eyes had widened, he feared the worst, especially at the knowledge that his snipers had been set loose.

“He has been choking us, waiting out there for us to slip up so he can take us down so I did what had to be done…” Yifan’s voice was level, his expression chillingly still and collected. “He tried to kill your sister, we respond in kind.”

Kyungsoo finally turned to the taller man, his naturally wide eyes widening a fraction before he ran out of the room; presumably to get back to his duty.

Yifan looked back up at Joonmyeon who looked like he was ready to strike. “But unlike them we see our work through… Don’t we?”

She swallowed hard, feeling like a mouse beneath a cat’s paw. She wanted to be proud of her work, the bullet in the back of that girl’s head was clean, unmistakable and took little to no skill because the sweet little rich girl didn’t know how to take care of herself and she was proud, always was of her kills. But it became harder by the second to stick to her twisted thirst for death the longer Joonmyeon stared down at her.

Her voice was shaky, her heart in her throat. She tucked herself into Sehun’s body, her own feeling vulnerable.

“I never miss.”

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ooc;; it’s a preview of bits and pieces for PART 2 to this HERE-

SIDENOTE: sorry about the format tumblr makes it weird, also sorry I can’t put it under a read more... stupid app -_-;; also if these mistakes plz feel free to tell me.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re skin and bones. you must be starving let me fix you something to eat.” Mariann gritted her teeth, Nigel placed a hand atop her shoulder. As she hungrily devoured her meal, she realized it been a while since she had such a savory meal. Debbie ate a bowl of her grandma’s soup, two bowls of lucky charms and a large plate of chicken nuggets; she felt unbelievably full. It had been so long since she felt like that.

Growing up she couldn't complain about a hot meal. Despite the portions were small. Being just enough to keep the edge of hunger away, but they never made her feel full. That night when everyone was asleep ( like she should be ) she sits up, moving slowly off the bed, as to not disturb her parents. All evidence suggests Debbie isn't a heavy sleeper.

Hazel hues scanning the walls of canned food, she’d never seen so much food in her life, her mouth watered. Eyes land on canned yams, face twisting up in disgust. But Debbie learned over her short life that you couldn't be to be picky when it came starving or being full and getting to live another day. Quickly and quietly making her to the backyard, it was still weird walking around outside and being safe, living in the wild was like a playing a game of Russian roulette every day. Would you be eaten by a lion or die from dehydration or maybe heatstroke? Now she wasn't under the consent threat of death at every turn it seemed her anxiety didn't take the hint that they safe now were turned up to 100% you would have thought that it would be low.

Plopping down, the grass was slightly wet from the rain. Soaking into her pajamas. Pulling Handfuls of earth, not caring about the dirt under her nails. Burying it next to freshly planted tulips, she had to make sure she had enough food saved up in case... In case of what? Debbie wasn't even sure herself, she just knew it calmed the anxiety that ate away her. That morning Debbie ate two bowls of lucky charms. Glancing out into the yard where she had buried the yums in the garden.

——

The blonde was playing at the park with her friend, Candy, she lived next door and was the first kid Debbie ever met. Debbie was building a sandcastle, humming a tune she heard her mama sing earlier that day. Hazel hues glanced up at her friend, hearing her sounds of disgust.

”Ew, my mom packed bologna again.” Holding the sandwich at arm's length, a look of disgust painted across her face, and in one movement she throws the sandwich into the ground, dirt kicking up. Debbie's eyes widen and her heart jumps into her throat. ”Stop that, don't you, like, know it's bad t’waste food?”

”Who cares, it's gross.”

What? Did she know going hungry was bad, that it was painful and sometimes it got so bad you start crying? Didn't she? Before Debbie knew it she was standing over her, Candy was standing to now, but she looked scared. Surges of frustration pulse through her, Debbie lets out something between a mix of a sob and a yell. she pauses a dark look across her face, shoving Candy hard in the chest. She fells back into the sandbox beat of silence, then she spoke in a cracking voice. ”You- you're crazy!” Before she broke downs sobbing and running to her Mommy.

Debbie grabs the sandwich off the ground, running from the voice of her friend's mom. Hiding behind a tree hunched over on her knees, curled up in on herself, staring down at the sandwich in her hands, digging her fingers leaving small indents on the bread. it was lukewarm from sitting out in the sun. But the food was food after all. Not even bothering to pick the gravel and dirt ( and possibly bugs ) off of it before taking a huge bit, mouth dry making it a bit hard to swallow. Eyes glassy and red-rimmed, eating the rest of it in four bites, like it would be her last meal, her cheeks were wet. Debbie had ever realized she’d been.

She wasn't even hungry.

WEEKS LATER

It has rained the night before and the rain had unearthed Debbie's hiding spot, it was lucky Grandpa Frank found them and stuck them in a bag. Debbie was brushing a doll's hair when he stepped in and sat down next to her despite the protest of his joints. ”Hi, Grandpa!”

”Hey, Bug, so can I ask you something very important?”

The blonde nodded, still brushing the doll's hair. ”Have you been hiding food in the garden?” Debbie tensed, gripping the doll, knuckles bone white. She hung her head in shame. ”Please don't, like, tell Mommy and Daddy they-” She choked on a sob, eyes wide and pleading. ”Whoa, whoa! Don't worry, Debbie. ”Don't worry, you aren't in trouble, pumpkin, grandpa just wants to know.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

”I won't tell anyone, cross my heart.” he drew an X over his heart. ”If anyone understands it would be me, I grow up poor as dirt. ”But you don't have to worry about that stuff anymore, ” He wiped her tears. ”But if it makes you feel better, I can put a box in the shed that way you don't tear up grandma's garden. Deal?” She nodded.

——-

This had been going on for a few months now, Mama was also busy; being dragged by her grandma to this or that and Grandpa was to busy with work- so it was up to Debbie to care for her dad. Tip-toeing across the carpeted floor, a sloppily made peanut and jelly sandwich, cracking open the door of her shared bedroom. The darkness of the room swallowing her up, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“I made you, like, a sandwich- it’s your favorite- “ Hazel hues glance from her Daddy who’s buried under the covers, to the uneaten bowl of cereal she left them this morning. A frown crosses her lips, fingers tighten around the plate, a feeling of anger shots through her. “You gotta, like, eat, it’s not good to, like, waste food.” Her Voice trembling, with shaking hands the blonde places the plate on the nightstand.

He didn’t move. “Daddy,” She walked over to him, poking his shoulder. A small mumble left his throat but he didn’t move. She scowled, pushing him with her open palm. Still nothing. “Get up...” Debbie says irritably. “Daddy’s tired, Poppet.” Voice barely above a whisper. “Daddy! get outta bed, dad!!” Debbie hasn't been able to stop the tears. Anger crawling through her that. “GET UP, NIGEL!” Voice shaky, fists balled at her sides. “...Pl- please.” his gaze is fixed ahead, staring at the wall Debbie can barely contain her, her chest felt like it was going to burst; her eyes stung with unshed tears.

NINE MONTHS LATER

Cradling her new baby sister, the baby making babbling noises and raising out for Debbie. She was never going to let her baby sister be hungry and sad and scared like she was. ”Don't worry, Eliza I'll, like, take care of you jus’ like with Daddy.” Voice shaky. That night Debbie took the can of corn out of her backpack, she had stolen from Candy's house and buried it in the garden.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

85 of 2022

The Letter J (True or False)

Created by joybucket

You've dated a John. You like to drink juice. 🧃 You loved your first job. You hated your first job. Your first job was just ok. You've never had a job. You've had jury duty. 👩‍⚖️ You've watched Judge Judy. You enjoy jogging. 🏃‍♀️ You've played a song on a jukebox. 🎶 You've been to jail. You've eaten at Jack in the Box. You have a cousin named James. You've read Romeo and Juliet. You often wear jewelry. 💍 You've been to Jamaica. 🇯🇲 You've met someone who was Jamaican. 🇯🇲 You've been to Jordan. 🇯🇴 You've seen the movie Jurassic Park. 🦕 You don't think you've ever met a Jason you didn't like. 👍 // kind of, I’ve only known one Jason in my life and he was my 1st ex-boyfriend You've had a friend named Jessica. Your favorite Disney princess is Jasmine. You've tried Jasmine green tea. 🍵 You like the name Jasper. You've driven a Jeep. You don't really like jelly beans. 🫘 You've a pair of jelly sandals. You like the name Justus. You've shopped at Justice. ...and when you were growing up, "Justice" was "Limited Too." You wish there were more justice in them world. You've danced to the Jailhouse Rock. You've dated a Jacob. You like the name Josiah. You went to school with a Joel. You've had a next-door neighbor named Judi. You like the song "Jolene." 🎶 // don’t mind it at least You like to joke around a lot. You've had a crush on Jeremy Sumpter. You went to school with a Jamin. ....and a Jeremiah. ....and a Jericho. You couldn't even count how many Jenny's you've met in your lifetime. You're female, and you would have been named Joshua if you were a boy. 👦 You've dated a Jared. You had the American Girl doll Josefina. You've had a female friend named Jo. // I’ve had two, but both were guys You were in dance class with a Josie. You like jalapeños. 🌶 You know the meaning of the word "jubilee." You've never worked as a janitor. You're currently wearing jeggings. 👖 You're currently wearing jeans. 👖 You've had a friend with the last name Johnson. You like the word "juxtapose." You're judgmental. You're double-jointed. You were born in January. 🥳 You were born in June. 🎂 You were born in July. 🎉 You went to school with a Julie. // she’s my sister, and at some point we were in the same school indeed You're known for being joyful! 😃 You've been to a juvenile detention center. You've watched Jeopardy. You've met someone named Jade. You owned the Bratz doll Jade. 👄 You've taken a journalism class. 📰 You consider life a "journey." You're Jewish. ✡️ You love Jesus. ✝️ You like Jennifer Lopez. 🎶 You like Jordin Sparks. 🎶 You've been stung by a jellyfish. 🦑 You're jealous of someone. Your favorite movie as a kid was The Jungle Book. 🦧 You've drank juice from a juicebox as an adult. 🧃 You own a juicer. You like the name Jedidiah. You like the name Joanna. You've met a lot of jerks. You've watched Jessica the Prankster on YouTube. You've been friends with a John. You've been bullied by a Joanna. Your mom had a friend named Julia. You've had a crush on a Justin. You've had a crush on a Jennifer. You like to eat Jolly Ranchers. You've used a joystick. 🕹 You keep quarters in a jar. 🫙 You've painted a jar for a craft project. 🫙 🎨 You've taken a jazz dance class. You've made jazz hands for a photo. 👐 You've called someone a jackass. You like the name Jezebel. ....and you wish Jezebel wasn't a negative person, because you think the name is pretty. Sometimes your jaw clicks when you open your mouth wide. You enjoy eating jello. You're wearing a jacket. 🧥 You hope you never have to go to jail. You enjoyed this survey.

[floral-and-fine]

Full on Love pt.1

Thor x plus size/chubby fem. reader 

a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)

Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.  

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.

You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.

“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.  

Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!" 

He closed the fridge with his arms full, carrying a carton of eggs, gallon of milk, coffee creamer, bottle of syrup, and orange juice.

This had become a typical part of your day, while most of the Avengers woke up early, you and Thor were always the first ones in the kitchen. 

You were still finding your place within the group, and so far Thor had been the most welcoming. You tried being yourself around the rest of the group, but it had been easiest with Thor. Your attitude lately has been more shy and conservative. You had been feeling slightly self conscious for not being as fit as the rest of the team. You were soft and curvy, and if it hadn’t been for your powers you doubted you would be in this situation. 

"Thor, hun, could you get the coffee started?”

You knew that eventually, the others would gradually join up in the kitchen, so you always made enough for everyone. 

He nodded, getting the coffee beans down from the cupboard while eating a Pop-Tart.

“Would you like the other piece?” Thor offered, handing you the Pop-Tart left in the silver wrapper. 

“I don’t want to spoil my appetite, how about I just eat half…” you broke off half and started eating it while getting the bread ready.

Soon after the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and coffee. 

“Here, for you,” Thor announced proudly, setting a cup of coffee next to you. It was prepared just the way you like it.

You took a quick sip, “mmmm…That’s perfect, thank you.”

Thor grinned ear to ear when you placed a plate of french toast in front of him. Immediately, he drowned them in syrup.

Shortly, the rest of the Avengers appeared. 

“Smells delicious in here!” Rhodey commented, helping himself to some orange juice. He started working out with Natasha and Clint now that his legs were doing better.

Still groggy Tony headed straight to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup, and drinking it silently in the corner.

Steve wandered over to help you make enough french toast ready for everyone. While the rest of the group found places to sit.

When everyone else was all set, you made your self a plate.

“I’m going to take my breakfast upstairs and get ready for the rest of the day,” you said, feeling like you were showing too much skin in just your pjs. 

As you headed out of the kitchen, you were oblivious to Thor, whose focus was on watching you leave the room in those short shorts, instead of finishing his breakfast. He stared at your figure until it disappeared from view.

Over the last few weeks everyone in the compound couldn’t help but notice Thor’s longing gaze at your direction, especially his interest on your posterior. 

The way his eyes would linger on your hips as you sauntered out of a room, wasn’t very discrete to anyone around. 

Most of his teammates were kind enough to ignore his not so subtle way of checking you out. The exception was Tony, who one day caught Thor staring at your ass for a long duration of time as you were bent over, and now constantly made sly remarks about it. 

Fortunately, neither Thor or you understood what he was implying. However, the rest of the team were exhausted of hearing all the various ways he could say ass in a conversation. 

Now that Tony had his caffeine he joined the rest of the group. “I hope everyone remembers that tonight is Avenger’s movie night, therefore I expect to see all your asses there.”

“Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” Wanda asked.

“Mine!” Sam said, “and we’re watching Ghostbusters 2!”

“I believe it is my turn for snacks,” Thor commented.

“Make sure someone else goes with you,” Clint suggested. “The last time all you bought was Pop-tarts and coffee.”

“Perhaps I’ll invite lady Y/n…" 

Thor got up and put his dishes in the sink, then headed to your room.

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You pushed the cart along as Thor picked out various snacks and drinks.

"Lady Y/n, are these good?” he asked holding up a package of Redvines.

“Definitely, those are a classic movie candy.”

Thor grabbed several packages from the shelf dropping them into the cart. 

As you headed down the next aisle you spotted your favorite drink, Yoo-Hoo, on the bottom shelf. As you bent over, Thor’s attention was drawn to you. 

An elderly lady, coughed, as Thor stared at you. She managed to get his attention, when he looked over at her, she raised eyebrows and shook her head, making Thor feel like a child caught stealing.

He could never understand why mortals were so uptight when it came to things involving love and lust, especially considering how short their lives are.

“Hey, hun, we should get some popcorn. Movie night just isn’t right without any.”

“Of course,” he replied pushing the cart for you now that it was loaded down with junk food.

After checking out Thor looked over at you, staring with a serious expression.

“You ok?”

He blinked a few times, after realizing that you were addressing him.

“Ah yes, I’m fine. I wanted to thank you for coming with me.”

You gave him a quick hug, “No problem, Thor. It was fun.”

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Boxes of pizza, bowls of popcorn, several types of candies and drinks were scattered around.

All Avengers were spread out in living room. Movie night was all set. 

Sam seemed pretty excited getting this chance to share one of his favorite movies.

Thor sat next to you on the couch.

Engrossed in the movie you picked up your drink without looking. The moment it touched your lips you realized that you picked up the wrong glass.

The taste was strong and bitter, and the small sip burned your throat as it went down.

Sputtering, you set the glass back down, “Sorry Thor, I accidentally took a drink out of your glass." 

Thor chuckled, "That’s quite alright,” then he paused for moment, only to laugh harder. “Hopefully, the effects won’t be too strong for you.”

“E-Effects?” you stammered, worried. 

Thor patted your head with his large hand, “Nothing so drastic, you just might be more intoxicated than you planned… Or have ever been.”

Your eyes went wide, just a sip of whatever he was drinking could do that. You were an honest, bubbly, and cuddly drunk, and fearing that you would embarrass yourself you decided to call it a night.

But as soon as you stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You collapsed back on the couch, giggly to yourself. 

Your face started to feel warm as the buzz took over.

“You were right… I feel so tipsy right now!” you half whispered to Thor. You started to play with his hair absentmindedly, no longer entertained by the movie.

You sighed while observing him as he watched the screen. He didn’t seem to mind your odd behavior at the moment.

It was nice being able to look at him closely. His hair was so soft and golden and he had the most blue eyes you’d ever seen. 

“You’re really pretty,” you muttered, “…like soo pretty.”

He smiled at you in response, and you smiled as wide as you could back.

“I think your quite pretty as well.”

“Psshhht,” you rolled your eyes and playfully hit his arm, “I think pretty is stretching it, I’m cute at best.”

Thor’s face went serious, like he was considering his next words very carefully, in a low voice he responds, “You are beyond cute and pretty, if I had to choose a single word to describe you… It would be ravishing. Your body represents a banquet for my eyes to feast upon every time I look at you.”

In your drunk state it took a while to process his words, but once they sunk in you felt your eyes begin to water and a grin spread across your face.

“Thor… That was the sweetest thing anyone has said ever!" 

You groaned, realizing you were speaking louder than you meant to. "I’m way too drunk for this right now.”

You covered your face with your hands, feeling guilty about talking during a movie.

“How about I escort you up stairs, hm?”

“That would be nice,” you said accepting Thor’s offer.

Without asking, Thor immediately picked you up off the couch, “Lady Y/n is not feeling well, please excuse us.”

You buried your face in his chest out of embarrassment, why’d he have to tell everyone.

The group replied with nods and 'okays’ as they continued to watch the movie.

—-

You woke up the next morning feeling like you had been hit by a bus. Everything was sore and hurting. Even opening your eyes stung in your dark bedroom.

Your head started to pound harder as you sat up in bed. This was by far the worst hang over you’ve ever felt.

On the night stand, was a large bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of water, and a note from Thor.

'Dearest,

I hear these tablets help with any pain you might be enduring in the morning. 

-Thor’

You smiled to yourself as you read the note, he really was the absolute sweetest.

[soap-lady]

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, girl!” Alya bounced in her seat, jostling her best friend. The ombre haired girl had been hyper for all fifteen hours of their flight. In thirty minutes they would land on Themyscira, the famed island paradise of the Amazon.

“This could be the story that makes my career! Imagine!” Alya went starry eyed. “An exclusive with Queen Hippolyta herself! And we get to meet Wonder Woman! Man, Nadja Chamack will be so jelly when we get back home.”

Marinette looked up from her latest design, a peplos inspired evening gown. She wondered if the Amazons would let her study their clothing. She looked around the cabin. The plane was private and just big enough to hold their class. Commercial airlines were not allowed to fly near Themyscira and they’d even grounded a 737 last year when it got too close. No tourists; visitors were by invitation only and failure to comply with Amazon law could mean an entire school or country being banned from the island. Bustier made everyone sign a form swearing they’d be on their best behavior and understood they’d be suspended if they broke any rules.

Chloe had been banned, er, elected not to come. Somehow the Amazons knew all about her and even the mayor couldn’t protest because Themyscira had a seat at the UN as an independent nation and Wonder Woman herself was the ambassador. No one wanted to risk offending her.

“I haven’t been here since I was a little girl,” Marinette heard Lila sigh to Sabrina. “Mom and Auntie Di-er...I mean Wonder Woman met in university when she first left home. She even delivered me when she and Mom were trapped in an elevator when Mom went into labor. I owe her my whole existence.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and to her surprise, Alya did the same. Ever since she and the other temporary heroes had been outed by Miracle Queen, she clung a bit tighter to Marinette. It didn’t hurt that the blogger overheard Lila telling Rose she’d known all along who Rena Rouge was and thought she should have hid in the bathroom like Lila had to avoid being stung. 

The young designer was class her best friend was becoming disenchanted with the liar. She was also glad Alya dropped her fixation with hooking Mari up with Adrien. He and Kagami were openly dating and the pig tailed girl was happy for them. Mostly. Unfortunately that meant Alya thought she should move on to Luka. She wasn’t ready yet. Marinette just wanted to get used to being the Guardian and design a few things without worrying about who she should date. Luka never made her feel pressured and she enjoyed hanging out with him.

She continued to sketch as Tikki all but buzzed in her purse. She seemed very excited to go on this trip and didn’t seem worried about Paris at all, even though she insisted Mari bring the miraculous box, albeit disguised.

The dark haired girl managed to smile and look interested as Alya made a list of all the questions she wanted to ask.

                                                       *****

Across the aisle Adrien tried to pretend he couldn’t feel Plagg shaking in his inner pocket. He didn’t even know if his kwami was scared or excited. He was lucky Nino was asleep with his headphones on or his best bud would be wondering why the model was talking to himself.

“Plagg,” he whispered. “Cut it out.”

“Adrien,” the tiny god whispered back, “I’m not sure we should be here.”

“Why?”

“Herakles.”

“What?”

Plagg didn’t answer but at least he stopped shaking. The boy had heard of the demigod of course. He was said to have a complicated history with the Amazons. He was curious to know how his kwami knew who he was but Plagg had been everywhere, even knew a djinn.

He sighed. Nothing had been going right since Chloe sold out all of Paris and outed all his temporary allies to Hawk Moth. It hurt him to know his best friend could never be Carapace again. At least he and Kagami were getting along well. He wished she was here.

Adrien glanced across the aisle and saw Marinette drawing in her sketchbook. There was a glow in her eyes as she created and he took a picture so he could tease her later. 

                                               *****

The plane embarked and the class made their way slowly, respectfully towards the visitor’s center. Bustier tried to reassure everyone but not even Rose was reassured.

They were met by a tall young woman with long black hair and blue eyes dressed in a peplos.  Alya looked at her then back at Marinette with raised eyebrows. The young designer quickly shook her head, hoping their guide didn’t noticed their exchange.

Unfortunately the woman saw Marinette, noted their similar appearance and waved, smiling at her. “Hey, cousin!”

There were audible gasps from the class. Lila tried to look impressed but just felt sick. Of course Dupain-Cheng would be part Amazon.

“Bu bu but what?! Wait! I...” Marinette tried to deny what the young woman had said but their guide just laughed.

“Sorry! I couldn’t help it, you looked like you could be related. Let me introduce myself. I’m Donna Troy, Princess Diana’s younger sister. She just got back from a mission with the Justice League and is cleaning up. “You’ll probably meet her tomorrow.”

Alya’s jaw dropped. “You’re an original member of the Teen Titans!”

“I have a poster of you on my wall!” Kim looked stunned, as if he didn’t know she was a real person.

“Class!” Mlle. Bustier scolded, “that is no way to talk to our host!” They hadn’t even been on the island five minutes and her students were going to get her deported.

Donna just laughed. “Guys, relax. At home I’m just Donna. I just wear this because my mother insist we greet all our visitor in the traditional way. I’ll probably change back into modern clothes for dinner. Anyway....welcome to Themyscira, home of the Amazons! We hope you learn as much from us as we wish to learn from you. But we do ask you respect our laws, especially the guys,” she mock frowned at the boys in the class. “I’ve worked with teen guys before so I know how you think.”

The boys nodded respectfully and gulped nervously as one.

“Relax, we consider hospitality to be sacred and as long as you behave yourselves, you’ll be fine-” she cut off and saw an honor guard of armored warriors escorting a regal woman in a white peplos with a purple himation draped over it. On her head was a golden crown. 

“Mother!” Donna approached the royal lady while the class just stared at each other in amazement. “It’s always good to see you but I thought I was supposed to introduce you to Mlle. Bustier’s class at the reception tonight.”

The Queen of the Amazons gave her daughter a gentle smile and told her, “I sensed the presence of a very old and dear friend among our guests. I wished to greet her personally.”

She looked over the class and her eyes alighted on Marinette, who felt nervous and oddly touched by her gaze. Her Majesty approached Marinette and gave the frightened girl a gentle smile. “I would know your name, my sister-in-arms.”

“Marinette!” the girl all but shouted. Afraid of offending her host country she kneeled and lowered her head to the ground. “Forgive me, Your Majesty, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Queen Hippolyta reached down and carefully pulled the girl to her feet. “None of that, Little Sister.” She winked at the young girl. “You and I have much in common.”

Suddenly Tikki could stand it no longer. “Hippolyta!” she squealed and flew to embrace the queen’s cheek.

Tears came to the proud woman’s eyes as she stroked the tiny creature’s back. “My little Goddess. I’ve missed you. Forgive this unworthy one for losing you.”

“My baby bug! It was never your fault! You trusted the wrong person!”

The two continued to cry and nuzzle each other while their audience seemed at a loss for words.

Everyone but Adrien that is.

The boy turned pale beneath his tan, eyes wide and staring. “Marinette...Marinette is Ladybug,” he whispered hoarsely.

The students turned their gaze to their classmate, who stood frozen; most were awed but Lila was horrified.

She’d bullied Ladybug, who seemed to be an honorary Amazon.

Merda.

“All hail Ladybug!” Donna suddenly cried. “We pledge our eternal friendship and aid to you!”

She and the other Amazon knelt before Marinette and banged their swords against their shields in tribute. “All hail Ladybug!”

Overwhelmed by the praise and being outed Marinette’s knees gave way. She would have fallen if Donna hadn’t caught her in time. “I can’t wait for you to meet Diana, she is going to love you!”

One all-consuming thought entered Adrien’s mind and refused to leave.

I am so f*cked.

Feel free to add

A Day in Themyscira AU

I discussed this on the Maribat Discord months ago and kind of forgot about it? Because I’m stupid.

Anyways, the gist of it is that the island of Themyscira has been allowing classes from all over the world to come and learn about their culture, this benefits the Amazons by allowing them to also learn about the rest of the world as they had been shut off from it for so long.

So Miss Bustier’s class decides to go to Themyscria, and they see the island, meet the people, and it’s a good time.

But then their queen comes to see them, as she can sense the magic of the Miraculous, having been a Ladybug once herself.

The class is soon surprised to see Tikki burst from Marinette’s purse to go and see her former Ladybug, moved to tears because she had been afraid for Hippolyta because she never knew if she was safe.

So Marinette is revealed to be Ladybug to the class, and other people around begin noticing the Miraculous they themselves once held on many of these students and step forward to greet the Kwamis that were their dearest friend.

Lila and Bustier, as well as any other non Miraculous students, are dumbstruck by how many of their friends are actually the heroes they’ve been cheering on for so long. Hippolyta offers to train Marinette, and soon takes her on an apprentice (Diana aids in this as well). 

Bonus: Heracles comes around and meets Adrien, having been Hippolyta’s Chat Noir (It’s canon in Greek mythology that they were romantically involved, so ship away friends.)

And yeah, that’s all I got for that. Lila salt if want, Alya salt if you want as well, anything goes tbh.

[bananashemmo]

Under Every City Light

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.500+

Summary: This one is fully inspired by the lyrics from “Beside You.” I was going through old songs and this one will always be a favorite. This is basically about the first night of being alone after he has left for tour and how they only wish for one thing, to be with each other again. 

“That’s not the right chord.”

Luke’s eyes glared tiredly at the acoustic guitar in his lap, his usual sweet escape, his usual getaway when things would be getting too hard. 

The sound kept being wrong and he couldn’t figure out the mistake. It was as it said on his paper and unless John had made a mistake he would have been too tired to see what he was doing.

Maybe it was the best if he just let go of the guitar and soothed out some sleep. He had been awake for over 24 hours, switched between three flights and a bus with less air than the earth produced outside. 

But every time he looked over at the bed with an empty spot next to him it was like a piece of his heart was ripped out of his chest. 

The carpet underneath his bare feet was soft and cuddly, it could almost compare to a blanket. But by every step he took and assumed he would create heat he felt nothing else but coldness around him. 

His hair was tousled when he looked into the mirror above the dresser and placed his acoustic guitar back in its case. The red velvet almost made sure to take care of the fragile thing, he never liked taking it anywhere but he had to. 

It was as if it was the only thing he could carry around that reminded him of home. 

He still hadn’t packed out his clothes yet, the drawers in the dresser were empty. He knew he would stay here for over two weeks, it wasn’t as if he was leaving right away but he felt if he really did pack out it would be a reminder that he wouldn’t be home for a long time.

The passport and plane tickets were scattered on the small dinner table in a huge mess just like his wallet and the rest of his stuff from his travel bag. It included such things as headphones, papers, and too many guitar plectrums. 

He wanted to clean up his mess but wasn’t the slightest motivated.

The TV had been going on for a while. He had watched a bit How I Met Your Mother from the free Netflix that was offered from the hotel. It was a nice feeling; it reminded him of the many old laughs coming from the living room. 

The clock was striking past 3AM but with the time zones and his busy schedule he barely had the time to think straight.

He knew he was supposed to wake up at 7 for sessions with John and Michael, they had this new song coming up and Luke had promised to be well rested and prepared.

Not that they wanted to judge him. They knew he had just arrived hours ago with his flight and the jet lag was ready to kill. He would have thought he would have gotten too used to it with all his travels but no matter how many times he went through it Luke couldn’t kill time and the lack of sleep. 

With his eyes so tired and his voice rough from lacking hours of rest he could barely sing, he could barely read what was on the papers. 

It couldn’t compare to English but Latin and with John’s messy ink hand writing it wasn’t helping his struggles. They could have been in German and Luke would have understood more from that than he did right now.

He had promised to prepare by reading the stuff through and being able to play it on guitar.

Usually it wasn’t a problem, he was a quick learner and by once glance he could easily learn something. It was why he had benefits in school and not just because his mother was a math teacher but also because he had attachment to everything he walked past. 

But this didn’t make sense to him at all. Maybe it was the easiest chords to date but Luke was too tired to care so he settled with giving up.

The first day after leaving home was always the worst one. 

He still had the guitar plectrum between his lips and his tall frame leaned down to open his suitcase in search for a few tea bags. He could have easily bought the ones down by the store a few streets away from the hotel but he wanted them to be the right ones.

He loved the taste of licorice it brought so many memories to his mind. It gave him the feeling of the ocean blue and the beige sand between his toes and fingers by the porch of the beach house. 

Maybe he had brought too many boxes with tea but it was like an addiction and now with being so far away from everything he saw as his normally daily life he needed something to bring him back.

The hotel didn’t have any water boiler so he settled with the hard solution and grabbed a pot from one of the white cupboards. So much he would do just for a small sip of delightful flavors. 

He could hear the commercials on the TV screen behind him but he didn’t want to turn it off. He had no idea what would be shown seconds later but he needed the background noises.

It filled out the silence. 

He remembered the first time he had accidentally opened one of the tea bags instead of leaving them as they were and filled the cup up with water. It was a mistake on a hungover morning but one of the funniest things he had ever done. 

Her reaction was the best about the whole thing. At first he had been confused to what he had done but once realizing he had spilled tea crumbles all over the marble kitchen counter he laughed quietly.

He would have done it twenty times more just to hear her laugh again.

After putting the water to boil he looked over his shoulder and sighed softly. 

He had made sure to have a small picture frame stand by the night frame. He always carried it around when being on tour, not that he didn’t have 500 pictures in his folders on his phone. 

But it was something different because it was also the one he had standing on his nightstand at home. It made it less uncomfortable especially when he went from places to places with the miss growing bigger and bigger. 

He had tried his best to bring everything along that reminded him of home. It was something he hoped would make him feel better.

Because, the thought of not being beside Y/N all the time left him weak and breathless. 

Y/N sighed softly by the sight in front of her. She kept on adding the plates, pots, and she felt that she sooner than later would be drowned in the pile of dirty dishwashing. 

A day had barely passed by before she had ruined the first thing. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen, she had been taught how to use the new machine they had just bought but by pressing one wrong button it was a point of no return and she couldn’t fix it. 

The radio playing soft Friday’s hits mixed with remixes was filling out the silence in the otherwise large kitchen. She supposed it was Ed Sheeran but because of the water constantly running she wasn’t sure. 

She was tired and just wanted to go to bed but she avoided it. The thought of doing it alone was somehow common but scary. 

As she looked out of the kitchen windows where the white vertical blinds were colored up by the various colors coming from the sun she noticed a bit of soap that had appeared on her nose. 

Gently leaning over to take a napkin she used it to remove it and looked down at the dirty water. 

“Should I do it?” The question was said out loud but she wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be answered.

She glanced over her shoulder with teeth digging onto her bottom lip, looking at the home phone where the red button kept blinking. It spoiled an unheard voice mail, something she had been avoiding listening to for the past hours. 

It was a tempting choice because right now in that exact moment she hadn’t been feeling this alone since he left. 

“Hey gorgeous, it’s me.” 

The words stung like a bee once she pressed onto the waiting button and felt how her heart was starting to beat harder.

“I’m sure you’re waiting until the last minute to listen to this message but I just wanted to give you a quick hello. I’m currently on my way to the gate and less than 20 minutes from now I will have to turn my phone off.” 

His voice was so familiar it almost felt like he was there. But as she looked to her right with the smallest hope of seeing his face she was only met by the sad reflection of hers in the kitchen windows. 

“I know this is gonna be hard but I just want to remind you one thing. It’s simple, it’s something that’s constantly repeated but by every time I say it, it gets bigger meaning.”

She exhaled a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair trying to calm her racing heart down. The first day was always the hardest they would say. 

It made her lose her breath. 

“I love you.” 

The words were more familiar than ever she had to gently touch her cheek to pinch herself from believing he was there. Everything about that voice mail was both the best and the worst feeling she could possibly get. 

“I love you too.” She whispered back and pressed on the button not wanting to repeat the voice mail.

She knew she couldn’t just be standing by the coffee table listening to the voice mail over and over again. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. She had to remember it would be a quick goodbye and an even faster hello. 

It was with a bored glance she looked back at the dirty dishes.

She knew she would regret it in the morning by being woken up by the sight of that but use just couldn’t stand there any longer. Her legs had turned into jelly and she needed a break to rest. 

With direction towards the stairs she dragged tired body up until the master bedroom and opened the door. 

The remaining clothes of his that he hadn’t decided to bring along on tour was scattered in his dresser, closet, and on the floor. In the stress of packing he didn’t have the time to put it all back into place. 

He had joked saying that it could be something to keep her entertained but she didn’t dare to remove any of it.

Not that she was a fan of a mess, it was the complete opposite. He knew if he left used coffee cups by his nightstand or if he wouldn’t put his plate in the dish washer after eating late night snacks she would scold at him. 

Not in the angry way but in the typical girlfriend way. She was right after all. 

But this mess was different. She needed it to be there to have that last remaining piece of him. The pictures weren’t just enough, by having his scattered clothes to trip over she could still imagine he was there. 

She always needed him to never not be there. 

Deciding to take the nearest tee sprawled on the floor she held it close and searched for his cologne. 

It was something she had requested it was what she noticed right after he had left. He knew she would be miserable and to show that he always thought of her and understood her struggle, he left his cologne. 

It was the same as everything else and it meant so much. Even the simplest spray could be enough to satisfy her for as long as it lasted. She had also sprayed over their bed to make sure the feeling of him would always be there.

She had mixed emotions after changing her shirt into his and she glanced over at the full body mirror. 

It was too long for her, he was a tall guy after all and it was proved when she was wearing his clothes. At least it didn’t have sleeves and she folded up the end of the t-shirt to make it fit better. It was her favorite shirt of his, he was aware.

It was the reason why he had left it behind.

For days like these to remind her that the feeling of home was still there. She always wore his clothes but when he wasn’t there it was extra special. Almost like a secure blanket. 

After spraying the cologne over the black fabric she took one last glance at the mirror with a sigh. 

Hanging by the edges of it were lame polariods she had printed out from their computer in the living room. The quality was horrible but it didn’t matter the slightest because one thing meant for sure.

Even in the ugliest frames they were always best with each other. 

The cup was warm between his hands and the steam coming from the hot liquid made his nostrils flutter. He loved the smell, it had something different to it and the flavor was even better.

He tiptoed away from the kitchen after finishing with his tea bag and threw it into the trashcan. For once he had made a fantastic example but nobody was there to witness. 

Small lyrics from several of his songs came from his lips as he took the walk from the kitchen and back to his bed where the TV was still going on.

He didn’t pay attention to what was going on, it was something he had seen before but it was quickly removed and he zapped through to find a channel that was more appropriate to use as background noises. 

Once settling with something random that was less noisy as the other thing he throw the remote to the mattress and saw it bounce twice to the sheets. He stood for a minute processing his thoughts before he looked towards the windows to his balcony and took a look around. 

The tea was hot on his tongue and he was prepared. It wasn’t the first time he had burned himself on the tea whether it was on the hand or in the mouth.

Usually it would be followed by a laugh and a quick ‘Here let me help you with that’. He hated being the helpless guy but with his clumsy attitude it almost couldn’t be avoided. 

Besides the attention was better than nothing. He didn’t even want to react over the burn, he just kept on drinking and let the flavors explore his mouth. 

The city nights were beautiful but almost faint by the early mornings. The stars were barely able to be seen and if he looked closely he could also see his reflection again. 

At moments like these it was where all the thoughts were considered over and over. 

He thought back to the moment where they departed. They had both agreed that she would stay at home, sometimes being at the airport was too crowded, people lacked respect and they wouldn’t get a proper moment to say goodbye.

Not that it was any easier doing it right at the front door. It was almost worse, to witness that she would be staying there for the next couple of months, alone.

He didn’t know what to say, there was never a proper goodbye to it. They always tried to stay as silent as possible to not make the situation worse. They both knew what was about to come and being so close to each other was almost like reading the other’s mind. 

The kiss was what meant the most. It was where he could express everything he couldn’t in the silent words that were fumbled around and not said properly like he wanted to.

To have that final moment where he could just pull her as close as possible and kiss her with all the love he had in him. That was the proper way of saying a long goodbye. 

Her words was the hardest, he knew that deep inside she didn’t want him to go.

With a short look in his phone he used the math and tried to figure out what time it was. He didn’t want to FaceTime her, it was almost as painful as nothing because just the voice of hers could make him break down.

She was probably sleeping he would assume. But on the other hand he was also aware that without him by her side she was a sleepless wreck, staying up longer than intended and kicked away her sleeping schedule. 

He couldn’t blame her. He was having a hard time himself trying to do anything he could by shutting his eyes but he knew it was pointless. 

It was the reason why he hadn’t tried or gone to bed yet. 

Opening the doors to the balcony he was overwhelmed by the feeling of lukewarm wind. It wasn’t cold but fresh and he could hear a few birds tweet from a few balconies away from his. 

He leaned over the rack with his tea in his hand and took a silent look over the buildings. 

If he looked closely he was able to see an airplane in the distance making the typical wave of skies behind it, being like a little star on the dark skies.

He wanted nothing else but to wish he could be on it, fly all the way back to Sydney and right back in the bed where he belonged. 

He loved touring, he loved everything about it but the thought of her sleeping alone without someone to cuddle, without someone to hold her close and tell her that he would always be by her side was killing him inside. 

He knew that tomorrow would be another day, it would be one step closer to the final point but he didn’t want to look it like that. 

His heart was arching to come home. 

It was with a confusion written on her face Y/N noticed the note placed on the kitchen counter. She was in a search for an unused water bottle to fill up to prepare for going to bed but the hand writing was so familiar it was completely forgotten. 

“In case of emergency you can fix the new dish washer by pressing reset or plug it out of the outlet. - L :-)” 

The confused face only grew bigger when taking a look towards the mess of a kitchen she had and looked down at the dish washer as if it was shining. 

“Oh my god…” The words were almost in a whisper and she read the note over again just to imagine the sound of his voice again.

His hand writing was so iconic it was almost hard to read what he was trying to say. Not to mention that his hearts looked weird, they were barely recognizable but she had grown to love them. 

Hurrying towards the dish washer still with the note in her hand she leaned down to find the reset button and waited seconds later.

Either he wanted to mess with her or he did in fact know that she was gonna end up ruining it already. It just showed how much he knew her and how much he was prepared for everything to happen now that he wasn’t there to fix her mistakes. 

Leaning over to grab the dishes after she assumed she had fixed it she hurried to clean up the mess.

It was times like these she missed. Not standing and doing the dishes because it was the most boring thing to date. But he always seemed to make it into something fun, that was the amazing person he was.

He shared joy no matter what room he walked into, he always made sure to put a smile on his face. Not because it was his ‘job’ or because he felt obligated to it by being her boyfriend.

He did it because it was the thing he enjoyed the most in the world. 

And with such happiness in life when it was suddenly taken away temporary it was like a piece of her was completely gone. Like it was hiding in a box that she wasn’t able to open. 

“Done.” She spoke to herself in almost disbelief seeing all the pots and plates being gone and leaned over to take the cloth to clean droplets of water. 

She could have easily gone to a party trying to take her mind off or do something else. But she didn’t want to. The first days were something she wanted to recover, she had to get used to him not being around all the time. 

It almost felt as giving up. It wasn’t the first time she had gone through this whether it was two weeks, 2 months or half a year.

All distances were harsh, time zones were killer but she tried to remain positive, smiling when she saw his Instagram stories or when she shared her snapchats. She also knew he was well aware of what she was doing too, commenting on a few pictures when she shared them here and there. 

The yawn was pressed out of her lips and she knew that even as she tried to fight the sleep it was the only thing she needed.

Leaning over to stop the radio the silence almost scared her. She didn’t like it, she was used to sounds coming from him whether he was walking around whistling as he prepared for bed or if he was out at the bathroom making noises. 

Oh how she just wished she could run out and take the next cab to the airport. 

It was with a huge sigh she entered the bedroom again but it was as if it had gotten a different aura than last time.

This time it wasn’t just to pick a shirt. It was to actually go to bed, a place she always saw as her most comfortable zone. 

She had been brushing her teeth alone without him to “accidentally” nudge his elbow into her arm and when she thought about it no matter how many times she scolded at him she just needed it right now. 

The sheets were cold and without his radiating heat it would never become as cozy and warm as he would do it. 

She was sure he was feeling just the same as her. 

On the other side of the planet thinking the exact same thoughts because they were so drawn to each other soul mates wasn’t even the right term. 

Luke yawned tiredly after placing the cup of tea on the nightstand next to his bed. 

He hadn’t finished it there were still ¼ of the cup left but he decided to leave it as it was Thoughts had tired him down completely and even if he didn’t want to he forced his way over to the bed. 

The smell of new cleaned sheets filled his nose after he had turned off the TV and crawled under the white wonders. But it was nothing how he liked it. 

At home they would smell a mix of many things. They had the familiar smell of her perfume mixed in with his cologne and a little bit of sweat from them both. Usually it wasn’t a smell that would be missed but he felt he needed it right now. 

He gently sat on the bed and threw his shirt over his head, looking down at the mess of his scattered clothes. 

She probably missed that the most, he thought.

The only sound aloud was the beat of his heart. It was vibrating out of his chest, he could feel it tinkling in his legs and how his head was suddenly pounding by the feeling. 

He barely wanted to look to the side to not see her around. Her hair tousled in front of her face and her lips parted as she was slowly falling asleep on the top of his arm. 

Moving around in the bed he took off his necklace and placed it right next to the picture. And even with such distance apart he could feel his heart calm down and heat up by the smile of hers. 

He knew that his sleep was needed and he was also so insanely tired it wouldn’t be long.

Looking out of the windows the stars had been replaced by the warm strong colors of the sun. The sky had turned into and orange and red ocean, and if he looked closely he could see the sunrise about to start. 

He looked back at the ceiling and swallowed the lump forming in his throat. His eyes were tired and his hair was sticking to every direction possible but the last remaining thoughts of her were still keeping him up.

They were so close yet so far away. 

“I miss you, Y/N.” He sighed softly to himself and closed his eyes in hope of seeing her face again. 

Leaning over to grab his pillow on his side of the bed she embraced it hard to her chest and took in the smell. 

It was better than nothing, it smelled like him and when he wasn’t there it was the thing she cuddled the most. She needed his arms around her, she needed that comforting thing he always did out of habit. 

She looked out of the windows where the last remaining bit of the sun was about to disappear behind the shadows of the palm trees. 

The sky was completely gorgeous, a mix of being warm honey colors but also turning dark because of the night ready to come. If she looked closely she was able to see the last remaining bit of the sun starting to hide below the horizon on the midnight blue ocean. 

It was with that she knew that sooner than later the sun would rise where he was and no matter how long the distance was, they would always fall asleep underneath the same sky. 

“I miss you, Luke.” She whispered again his pillow, thinking one last time how she just wished she could be beside him.