#i was terrified of him and felt so bad for that little fish guy

[groovylittleclown]

I struggle with drawing, I can't seem to visualize what I want to make, and I can never seem to flow with it like other people can.

I still like it!! It's very fun whenever I do draw! I mainly draw my persona, because that's easy for me. My little frog is something that I have quite a lot of fun drawing! I do feel a bit bad I can't seem to get anything else super well, but I also haven't been practicing.

Anyway, this was a very long winded way to say I did a draw!!

I was in the mood to just doodle, but I didn't know what to draw! So I turned to my frog and my interests as of late! I've been wickedly addicted to space for the past few weeks! I downloaded 16 astronaut skins on Minecraft and just gave them all different names and personalities. And I've been staring at my little alien project.

Blah blah space infodump, blah blah deep meaningful drawing meaning, blah blah bedtime. Hehehe!!

Edit with the version I like more:

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Azul's Part one) Previous Part (Leona)

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Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Riddle (Suggestive Themes), Leona (Cussing, Blood mention), Azul (Obsession, Manipulation, Cussing once, Potential Cannibalism? (He eats merpeople who are turned into Polyps). The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personality of our beloved boys

Due to the Tumblr Limit, Each one will be divided unfortunately, hopefully it's an easy navigation for all of you!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Riddle = Queen of Hearts

Leona = Scar

Azul = Ursula

─────❅───── Azul:

Now Azul’s eyes might be deceiving him, but he noticed a little mermaid struggling to swim, that’s a sight you wouldn’t see every day, it’s like you’re drowning.

With his curiosity piqued, he moved out of his comfort zone, swimming to you.

The moment you laid eyes on him, it felt as though you had known him for an eternity. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your fins around him in fear. He lifted you up by grabbing your underarms, as if you were a kitten. "My, my, I'm not sure why you're struggling to swim around here like a baby fish," he mocked you, however that gave a different affect on your part, it allowed you to calm down. He noticed the remnants of tears on your cheeks.

“I thought I was drowning!” you cried out, calming down since your boyfriend but in his octopus form was here, although it was odd why he looked like his usual except, he seemed to have a darker palette on his body.

“Drowning?” he chuckled, hands letting you go as he sits you down on the coral reef, you were already deep under the sea, have you not noticed? “Why would you drown? You’re a mermaid.”

He felt stupid needing to state the obvious to you, but the way your eyes widened, looking down your fins, it seemed way too genuine to be faked. One can only speculate that you probably were cursed.

“Are you not originally a mermaid?” his octo arms tracing on your fins to examine it, indeed it was mermaid fins, not fake ones.

“I don’t know” you answered, you were terrified, your Azul never talked about his endeavors under the sea, and he never got you to meet his parents yet, he was still trying to teach you how to swim!

“You…” he sighed, his arms pulling away before he walks away, he didn’t even instruct you to follow him yet a deep feeling inside his heart says that you would follow him, which you did.

The way you tried to walk with your fins was funny, that he felt bad, you wanted to follow but not knowing how to utilize your fins were pathetic.

He guessed he can spare some of his benevolence to you.

“Oh, you poor thing” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he grabbed your waist with his arm, pulling you with him as he walks to his cave. You felt embarrassed having Azul help you walk, or rather swim here. “I ought to teach you how to swim, but that’s not the time right now.” He mused, the moment you went in, your heart drops, seeing polyps, their faces looking at you desperately as if they’re crying for help, yet their mouth was shut.

“Ignore them” Azul said as he walks over them, crushing a few “polyps”

“they’re my food” His arms guiding you tightened, if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he wanted to eat you.

Shit, this guy is not your Azul, the way he smiles so emotionlessly sends a shiver down your spine, your guts telling you to squirm and run away.

Which if you were smarter enough, you should have not tried to follow him, he could have let you go if you did.

“Now, relax, I won’t turn you into one of them” referencing to the polyps, you still feared him though and for some reason that irritated him, look at him with that cute expression you did earlier, the relief.

“Stop staring at me like that” he said annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose while putting you on the rock chair.

In front of you sat a cauldron, surrounded by an array of chemicals reminiscent of the potions you used to create together in potionology class. As he moved about, searching for scrolls, he stole short glances in your direction.

After reminiscing about the time he treated you nicely, your gaze falls back to him, who looked satisfied when he found what he wanted.

“You’re not from here, right?” he asked out of nowhere, causing you to stiffen up, well, after a few minutes of being here, you did find out that you were dreaming, you just didn’t know why.

You would be surprised by how fast Azul found out, but knowing your boyfriend, of course he’d know, he’s not slow.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully, your fins flapping a bit, similar to how a human would shake their legs whenever they’re bored or anxious.

“I could send you back to where you’re from”  Giving you the business smile he often uses whenever dealing with contracts was involved. You’d be happy if this was your Azul, but seeing those poor polyps that were once merpeople, you didn’t celebrate too early.

“What’s the catch?” you asked, your knuckles were turning white with how you clenched your hands. Azul laughs, turning around as he throws advanced potions you didn’t know in the cauldron, it changes color as he gets to work. “Oh, I’m not asking much” he purred out. Bullshit.

Azul confirmed two things with the way you talked, first, you knew about him, and second, you were human, I mean It was obvious when you, a grown mermaid, couldn’t swim. More often, merpeople tend to be naïve, accepting help left and right just with a few twists of his words, but you…

You asked what the catch was! How amusing, you were indeed human cause they’re the only type of species that would be wary in dealing with deals and promises that are “too good to be true”

About his first discovery, it was the fact that he wanted to have you take his deal, only for you to fail miserably and belong to him for eternity. He didn’t know why his instincts were enamored by the idea of having you by his side, he already had his hands full with two leeches, and having another one is already way too much, especially when it’s a mermaid who can’t even swim properly, or at all.

Unfortunately, though it seems like he can’t win against his instinct using his logic.

“You just need to answer my questions,” he stated, noticing your distrustful demeanor. Oddly, it pleased him; how interesting you were. “If you answer correctly, then I’ll help you”

Azul Part two

[pocket-jack]

If I don't get more Penguin and Shachi characterisation in OP, than just "they love ladies, they're childhood friends, they were bullies in their childhood, both are good swimmers, and Shachi apparently can spit so hard it may feel like a bullet", then I do my personal hc about their personality based on the orcas and penguins.

Shachi

•Shachi is the third strongest member of Heart Pirates (Law is on the first place and Bepo's on the second)

•Shachi adapts to the weather and a temperature really quick. Even tho he's from North Blue - the coldest sea in the world, he's dealing with hot islands like a champion.

•Shachi is a social butterfly. He finds friends anywhere anytime. He's a man who knows a guy who knows another guy who is also know a guy. Want to gather information? Shachi will find it. Wanna form an alliance with the local gang? No prob, Shachi played poker with one guy!

•Shachi's favorite food is salmon.

•Shachi was raised in matriarchy. His mother was pretty dominant woman, and she was the only person he was afraid of during his bully childhood. He's still loves her, but feels really guilty and scared to come back. He followed Law to become more than a mommy's boy, but he just became captain's boy instead.

•Shachi has good metabolism and get really upset on an empty stomach. He's pretty much a cook on the ship so he's fine (he's good at it and gets mad when people dislike his food).

•Shachi's pretty smart. He knows math and physic. His favorite school subject was mathematics. He was visiting school only for math, and he would ran off when it's was over. He also knows how to hunt.

•His family was pretty big, so he often felt himself unseen and unimportant. Heart Pirates is like his family to him, but he actually feels himself like an important part of it.

•Shachi is a little shit. He usually do pranks and get punished quite a lot for this.

•He's actually really protective over his friends and he's not afraid to pick a fight if someone seems hostile towards them. He picks a lot of fights which he can't win, so he usually ends up in medbay.

•In the real world Shachi would be Norwegian

Penguin

•Unlike Shachi Penguin can't deal with hot weather. But he has a great tolerance to a cold winter islands during its winter season. One day he safed his crewmates, by giving them his warm clothes and carrying them to the town on his back.

•He can hold his breath to 20 minutes. That's terrifying, but really useful.

•He came from the big tribal commune, but decided to follow Law to explore the sea world.

•He's a fan of the sea and especially it's undersea life. He's a sucker for penguins and his favorite fish are squids

•If Shachi is momma's boy, Penguin is a mom friend. He usually babysits people around him and that's one of the reasons why Shachi is his friend. In his childhood many could say that he was too mature for his age, but he allowed himself to be just a kid around Shachi. He also likes kids company a lot, many could say he would be a great father.

•He has a good sense of smell, being able to feel the thinnest of smells people have. It sometimes messes with his sleep, because smells can be nauseating sometimes.

•If Penguin existed in the real world he would be from New Zealand.

•Penguin has a really high eyesight. Law runned some tests and found out that his senses are pretty sharp. Hearing, smelling, eyesight, touch, and taste. The main reason why test's were needed is because he often experienced nausea because everything was just to much. That's exactly why he wears his hat (it helps to protects his eyes and ears) and sometimes he plugs his nose to not smell things and he looks ridiculous like that.

•Penguin loves to sing

•Penguin is this type of guy, who shaves his hair by the mood

•His love language is gift giving

•Penguin doesn't like sweets

•Penguin is pretty loyal to his close ones. He will die for them and will remain silent under any torture. One day he was injured really bad because of his loyalty. Heart Pirates got a really bad trauma after that, and many of them still checks on Peng, because there should be something more than "It was bad! I was scared! But I held like a man! I've told them nothing, captain! And i'm not crying, it's just blood got in my eyes!".

[allwormdiet]

Arc 5: Hive, Concluding Thoughts

Boy this arc had a little bit of everything, huh?

Okay, lemme go back through my posts for this arc, that interruption in the middle of the blogging put a fucking hole in my recollection

Somer's Rock was a neat sequence, as much as I hated having to put up with the fucking Nazis seeing the disparate factions of the city come together in service to the city's stability, and then of course it's immediately undercut by the fact that the bulk of those factions are immediately planning to use this alliance to seize greater power for themselves. Way to show that the system works and then immediately show that the system is ripe for exploitation and abuse.

I think at this point I've settled on the idea that the Merchants are, at this point, bit players who haven't warranted much attention until this alliance business. Maybe they'll matter more down the road, maybe they won't, but they're little fish in a medium pond and the Undersiders have sharper teeth than they do at this point, which is saying something. Still stupid as fuck that the leadership are all getting high on their own supply, but I guess when you're the cape you get to call the shots.

Once that's settled, we come back around to Taylor's civilian life, and god. Fucking. Damn Emma Barnes. What is up with this girl where she feels as diabolical as the fucking villains? Her dad can't be the only thing, obviously it's not great that he's threatening a criminal trial in order to keep his daughter from consequences but if he was a catalyst for her change it would've been well before high school. I guess Sophia is the only variable that we know about, but Sophia doesn't seem to give that much of a shit compared to Emma, so what gives?

The entire meeting with the school is fucking agonizing. The system is failing Taylor Hebert at every step, if anyone with authority did anything to back her up she could've been so much happier, but of course that didn't happen. Like, no fucking wonder she found her solace outside the system; there's no place for her inside of it.

Maintaining that Mr. Gladly ought to die screaming, hope that manifests

I like most of the team-up that we get to see, obviously Kaiser and the fucking Nazi twins are lousy to deal with but at least two of them got their fucking asses whooped by Lung, so silver lining

I like Newter, little nervous about the drugging people thing but as long as we're keeping things consensual (outside of fights, I mean) then no complaints. Kicked fucking ass during the fight, too, that was rad. Labyrinth is hard to judge given that she wasn't super present, but her power's neat and I'm glad they got her out of the asylum. Sundancer has a fucking sickass power and I'm sad that she's having a bad time with her team, be nice if she could just ditch them or something if they're such a bad time. Coil's mercs are fucking hardcore, where did he even find a guy who could still perform marksmanship with a busted leg?

The raid on the warehouse was cool, another great display of Skitter's power and versatility

Oni Lee is a terrifying son of a bitch, that fight was tense right up until Skitter figured out how to crack his power and coordinate the others to take him down. She's a natural leader when she's given the opportunity, it's a shame she's been so isolated for so long.

For all that Taylor has gripes about the extra effort to save Newter being a waste of time, she didn't know about his disease immunity and she probably wouldn't have felt good about herself if she'd skimped out on the extra sanitation.

Also, interesting to see that Taylor has a reason, however small, for being so weird about drugs and drug users. I just thought that was her being judgmental, and... okay it's still partly her being judgmental, but there's more going on.

And then there's Lung. Holy fucking shit, Lung, you only had fifty guys under your command before Bakuda went on her recruitment drive and you only bothered to take the Docks? Dude you could be putting up numbers across the entire city if you wanted to, so what's going on that you don't want to? Is it contentment? Can you be content when you've apparently conquered multiple other gangs?

Setting that all aside, this motherfucker puts on a hell of a show when he's fighting. Lung gets the absolute shit kicked out of him, gets impaled repeatedly, gets cooked to shit by the power of the Sun in the palm of your hand, and it takes Newter's hallucinogen to actually topple him. He straight up has them all dead to rights before Taylor snatches victory from the jaws of defeat, that was going to end so fucking poorly otherwise.

The eye thing is. Okay so I still don't know if that's Taylor's inclination, Lung's luck, or both. I don't know if Lung is gonna get to stick around for long after a defeat this thorough but maybe they'll keep gouging them out when he's in the Birdcage, I dunno. Meanwhile I suspect that Taylor is only going to move onward and upward when it comes to inflicting bodily harm on people, but if eyes continue to feature... I dunno, it'll be telling at least.

And then more hangtime with Rachel! Learning more about her, how she thinks and operates. God willing between the fight and these revelations Taylor figures out how to smooth out their interactions and actually be, like, friends. The thing with the jacket was cute.

And then with the interlude there's two big highlights. First and foremost is obviously Gregor the Snail, which. I like his vibe. I like his vibe a lot. He seems like a very cool dude to hang out with, and I feel bad that he has to put up with so much shit as a "monster cape." Fucking shit luck on that one, hope his life gets easier at some point.

Second is what I'm guessing is Cauldron. Not only bottling up powers but selling them, or else distributing them to their own ends, and using human experimentation to refine the process without much care for what happens to the victims. Not comforted at all by the fact that they apparently can just give people retrograde amnesia, that's a fucking alarming power for a parahuman to have and I shudder at the abuses they could get away with as long as that's in their toolkit.

...Man. Buying yourself a superpower. That's fucked, is what it is. All the benefits and you don't have to suffer immense trauma.

Hoh boy, okay, no use speculating on that much longer. Arc 6 next, and once again utterly goddamn flummoxed at what's supposed to come next. Coil maybe? He's been properly introduced and I know he's going to matter more down the road, so maybe this is the point where he starts gaining further prominence? That can't be the entire arc though, there's gotta be more going on than that, but fuck me if I can predict what it is.

Only one thing to do if I want to find out.

[ganjies]

hi, hello! Could I request a (romantic) Teru with a supernatural reader? Reader is a girl and has eaten the same thing that Nene did when turned into a fish (I don't know some specific English terms, sorry!).

But! Reader is in disguise as a student and is actually very smart and gentle with everyone.

Thanks if you'll do it 🥲💕 you already do sm work and I appreciate it!

!! : reader in this is a girl , but please see it as a boy or non binary person too if you'd like !! This turned out different from what i expected tbh , maybe i made Teru a little bit ooc -

" you aren't as bad as i thought ... "

You were originally one of the fishes that served the Mermaid , when she gave you the task to wander around as a human to look for other students to turn into other fishes , that's when you met Teru Minamoto ; he wasn't really known where you lived but still , everyone knew he was an exorcist you needed to avoid if you wanted to survive. You still weren't accustomed to the daily life of humans , so it was a matter of time before the exorcist noticed you. You tried everything to get as many people as possible so that you could bring them to the Mermaid , but as days , weeks passed , you came to the conclusion that human life isn't all that bad.

Classes were over and your last friend left you to head back home , it was your turn today to clean the room ; you've always been a curious fish - or human , so experimenting new things has never been tiring for you , though its been long since you've last been a fish , and to tell the truth , the marine world was a bit missing. As you were cleaning the black board you hear some voices coming from the back of the class , you laid down the cloth and went to check , and to your surprise , a few fishes that served the Mermaid with you had come to visit you

"you guys ! What are you doing here ? " you said while crouching down " we could ask you the same thing [ name ] !! Its been weeks since our adored Mermaid sent you to bring some humans down with us and i see you cleaning a classroom !? " your smile dropped as your companion continued to scold you , when suddendly a strong light came towards you , barely giving you time to dodge it. Your eyes opened wide as you saw the exorcist Teru Minamoto to the other side of the class

" i knew there was something off about you , you follow the Mermaid so i don't think you'll last long against me , just surrender already please " his expression was terrifying , it seemed like he wanted to get rid of you without even listening to what you had to say " w- wait ! Please listen to me before exorcise me , im not a bad supernatural !! " as you said those words Teru had a flashback of his little brother saying the same thing , maybe it was that the motive he stopped to hear your complaints " well then speak now , before i regret my decision " you mentally cheared " as you said im not a dangerous supernatural , i don't have a weapon with me and i never hurted everybody , i just follow instructions that other people give me ! When days passed by and i got to know more of the human life i was enchanted by it ; i just wanna live a normal life !! " he started laughing while looking down " supernaturals ... living a normal life ? That's kind of funny if you think about it , delusional even ... you should know better than everyone that ghosts , sovrannatural creatures can't have a normal life " you looked down , trying not to despair yourself in front of the exorcist " though " he continued while putting his weapon down " i will give you a second chance " your eyes wandered to his own , looking at him in surprise " but remember , s misstep and i'll exorcise you instantly " and with that , he got out of the class..

the next weeks you always felt his eyes on you , everywhere you went he always followed you in some ways , it was scary and irritating ; everytime you tried to talk with a friend of yours he always had to take you away

" [ name ] .. are you and Minamoto senpai .... a couple ? " a friend asked you " WHAT !? No we aren't , why would you think that !? " " well you guys are always seen together and when someone tries to talk to you he always takes you away … is he maybe jealous ~ ? " your cheeks were on fire , you knew Teru was good looking and being around him was something special for everyone in the school , but it wasn’t like that between you two … " i swear we aren’t together , im just … helping him with something , yeah ! " you of course lied " if you say so … "

you and Teru were walking in the halls together " why are you still with me , classes are over and there’s no one now , im not gonna do anything " you said still thinking about what your friend last said to you " you mind that much ? Do you hate me that much [ name ] ? " you looked at him dumb folded ' you were the one trying to exocise me … ' you thought for yourself " about me following you .. i came to the conclusion that you don’t seem a bad supernatural , so im not going to exorcise you .. for now " " I HEARD THAT " ; so from that day on Teru stopped following you everywhere and left you alone for some time , though you had to admit you were feeling kinda lonely without him watching over you , you ' missed ' him , maybe you did have some feelings for him , an exorcist and a supernatural .. how ironic. " If you really miss him go and tell him ! " you confessed your emotions to your friend , and now she / he was giving you every advice they had in mind " if you wait too long for him to come back to you someone might beat you and be with him before you do and you ain’t risking that are you ? "

So here you are now , in front of the door of the students council room , re - thinking about your life decisions , what if he would just laugh at you or telling you to leave him alone before he would exorcise you ..? Before you could turn your back and leaving the door opened revealing the blonde exorcist " oh [ name ] what are you doing here ? " your hands started to sweat and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes " o- oh i uhm .. uhm i just wanted to say i - … " " wait , before you speak i have something to say .. " he let you in the room with him and closed the door ' thank god ' you felt more relieved letting him speak first " i guess you probably still see me as dangerous overall everything that happened , but i do really mean it when i say that i don’t see you as a danger to the students anymore , if you’re willing to be next to me , not as a treat but as a partner , i would be the happiest guy in the school " he admitted looking at you with eyes filled with .. adoration.

You don’t remember what exactly happened after that , maybe because you felt too overwhelmed by the new emotions you felt , what you do know is that now you and Teru still pass the time together , but not as an exorcist and a supernatural , but as a couple , and you feel like you wouldn’t trade this with anything in the world

The end is kinda lame but i feel so tired so that’s all , hope you liked it !!

[askbensolo]

Journal Entry #42: Call me your brother.

I finally got Fannie to talk, on a picnic blanket by the lake, while we shared a Gungan fish egg tea (which is merely an unfortunate name—they're tapioca pearls).

"I feel...lost," she admitted. She glanced at me, as if to gauge my reaction. "What I mean is...I've been back on Ryloth for almost four years now, doing what I always knew I'd be doing...what I thought was my life's purpose. Fighting injustice, and working to heal those who have been harmed. But...injustice never goes away, and there are always more who need help. The problems will never be fully solved..." She shook her head and bit her lip. "It's gotten to the point where I find it...hard to care anymore. And that truly frightens me. I do not want my heart to be dead."

"Hey," I said quietly. "There's a word for that, you know. Burnout. It's pretty normal."

"Well, it shouldn't be." She blinked out tears and looked at the sky. "How is it that I can listen to these women tell their stories, share their nightmares with me...and feel nothing? Or worse yet...I find myself getting bored. Or annoyed. Waiting for my lunch break. Watching the minutes with impatience while they weep. I feel like such a horrible person, and it's not like me at all. Unless I've changed, or...unless I've always been this way in secret, deep down." She looked terrified at the thought.

"That can't be it. You're the nicest person I know," I said. "Sounds like you're just a little depressed right now. And anyway...it looks like you do feel something." I took a napkin and patted the tears off her cheeks. "Have you talked to Luke about all this?"

Fannie sighed. "A little bit. Your uncle is so kind and a wonderful teacher and has good advice...but I don't think that's enough to help me. It's not like before, when I lived with him and the other Jedi and had their constant support. I go through my days alone now. And I don't know what to do."

"You're not alone," I told her. "You just have to reach out."

"Yes," she agreed. "But surely you know more than anyone that it's not as easy as it sounds, when you feel darkness all around you."

I nodded. She was right.

She laughed a little. "Imagine: me, talking about feeling darkness all around. Me, with my knitting and my ribbons and my bright pastels." She held up the corner of her sky-blue tunic with the pink ruffles she had sewn herself, and let it fall with another sigh.

"Hm, yeah." I bumped my shoulder against hers. "You know...I know a guy with a ton of black turtleneck sweaters he never wears. Maybe he can lend you some."

That got her to laugh, more genuinely this time. It felt good to make her laugh.

"Seriously though," I said. "It doesn't matter that you're Little Miss Ribbons McRuffles. Life can get anyone down. And just because you feel like this right now doesn't mean you're not still who you've always been. I know you're still you."

"Well...thank you, Ben." She smiled a little.

But then something else seemed to cross her mind, and her smile vanished like air being sucked out of an airlock. Her face grew dark and concentrated. I noticed her fingers start to twitch in her lap—a phantom knitting project.

"...Fannie? You okay?" I scooped up both her hands with one of mine and made her lose count of the invisible stitches. She looked at me, surprised, and shook her head.

"No...Ben....there's...well, there's something else going on."

Her hands were quivering. I had a feeling this was bad.

"Okay," I said solemnly. "Spill."

"It's—" She stopped abruptly, as if desperately holding back the words from leaving her mouth, then tried once more. "It's my—" She choked again and planted her face in her hands.

I got on my knees and shuffled around so I could face her. "Hey. It's okay," I said. I gently pulled her hands down.

Her eyes shot open, like sharp unseeing daggers. I jumped a little and almost withdrew my hands from hers.

"It's my youngest sister," she blurted. "Pennie." Her voice was strained, yet monotone. As if she could not feel. "My father...Pentarra..."

Then she started to crumble, her lips trembling, her eyes blinking rapidly and darting around like panicked fireflies. She took a few jagged breaths, in and out, in and out—then suddenly she locked eyes with me and spoke hoarsely.

"My father has made my sister one of his dancers."

The statement hit like a space freighter slamming into me. I stared at her.

Fannie had often told me about her family on Ryloth, her story unusual to someone who'd grown up in the Core Worlds like me. How her father Ruut Pentarra, a rich and powerful Twi’lek, had several "wives" who were really more like slaves—one of whom being Fashha, Fannie’s mother. She’d told me about her three younger sisters, Connie, Ginnie, and Pennie, and about her nine other half-siblings. And she’d told me how Pentarra praised his sons and treated them as such, but seemed to ignore his daughters.

Well...until now, at least. Ew.

"...How old is Pennie now?" I asked, after a long silence. I was thinking of my own sister, Rey, who was thirteen. I couldn't remember, but I hoped Pennie was older—not that it would make things much better.

"Nineteen," Fannie said. "But she is still more girl than woman."

I didn't know what to say. My first thought was something along the lines of "that has to be illegal," but we'd had that conversation so many times before. Ryloth was an independent world, not part of the New Republic, so their laws and law enforcement were different from ours. And anyway, Pentarra's influence and wealth protected him from a lot. Fannie had told me stories of things he'd gotten away with that I couldn't believe.

“Pennie is too immature to understand,” Fannie went on, staring hard into the distance. “She has always felt overlooked. So now, she is pleased to receive what she sees as extra attention, a recognition of her adulthood, and an honor not given to any of her sisters. And Pentarra sees Pennie’s hunger for love, and uses it to his advantage. I tried to speak to my sister, to convince her to leave, but she is so blinded by delusion that she accused me of being jealous. My heart is broken for her."

Fannie's lips curled into a faint odd smile, and she looked straight at me. Her brown eyes, normally soft and kind, were intense.

"I would love to spill my father's blood," she stated calmly, sweetly, with an eerie lilt. Her lips pulled back to reveal a feral, toothy grimace that sent a chill down my spine. "And drink it. Drop by drop."

I could only look back at her, shocked. Not at what she said, because I felt she was entitled to that sentiment (well, okay, maybe the drink-it-drop-by-drop part was just a little unhinged)—but shocked because it was coming from Fannie, the good girl Jedi who had asked me not to use swear words in front of her.

And then her eyes widened and she looked all scared and she shuddered all over and turned away. "Oh my goodness. It just came out. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I would say such a thing. You see? I'm not myself." She gave a distracted whimper and went back to her imaginary needles and yarn.

I chewed on my lip, thinking carefully. All right. Well. This was...a lot. Like...a lot a lot.

After a pause, I reached out and took her hands in mine.

"...Okay," I said slowly. "So. You're not going back to Ryloth. At least, not after we go back and get your stuff. You're gonna stay here with me for a while."

She shook her head again without looking at me. "I told you already, Ben. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to be roommates with a boy."

"Hey." I swiped my knuckles against her cheek playfully. "I'm no boy, sister. I'm a gentleman."

“Maybe if you’d been wearing a shirt this morning, I’d believe you.”

There was just a hint of a smirk on her face—the mischievous side of her that rarely revealed itself. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m just teasing you,” she said with that tiny smirk, then cleared her throat and picked at some fuzz on the picnic blanket. “But…I don’t know, Ben.”

"Come on. I lived in the same house as Rey for three years and she's a girl."

She gave me an exasperated, are-you-stupid kind of look. "Well, of course, Ben. Rey's your sister."

"Not by blood," I reminded her. I was going somewhere with this. "What's that Twi'lek thing you always used to say? Kartakk..."

Her eyes told me she'd picked up what I was putting down (even if my Twi'leki pronunciation was atrocious). "Kartakk erai de numa,'" she finished begrudgingly. It was the phrase that Twi'lek slave women were said to have whispered to one another in passing to show camaraderie. Fannie had said it to me many times in the past.

"Which means...?" I gave her a nudge with the back of my hand.

She sighed. "'Call me your sister.'"

"Yeah. See? You're my sister, too."

“But...I can't leave Ryloth. I have my work…”

“Which is…?” I prodded. She blinked.

“...Holocounseling.”

“Exactly. You can do that from Naboo.”

She was quiet.

"...Hey," I said. "You had fun today, right?" She nodded slowly. "Well...maybe getting away for a bit is just what you need. You said you feel like you face every day alone, so...maybe it could be good for you to be less on your own. At least for a little while."

She stayed quiet. I saw her counting stitches in her head.

And then...

"...Well...maybe I can stay with you for the summer," Fannie said finally. "For just a couple of months. Till...till I can get back to my old self again."

She smiled. Genuinely. It was like that time I'd called her a month ago. Like sun breaking through the clouds.

I smiled back. It was good to see her smile.

[gregoftom]

the fact that greg's still willing to give love all the time even when he gets so rejected. always gives kind words, gives hugs. it's just like. yeah he can be a slimeball and a social climber but he's also, like, good? he'd be a friend that loves you. it's just, really nice? his instinct is to be loving and grateful and supportive. honestly people should be way more appreciative of him

SHAKES YOUR HAND VERY HARD!!!!!! it's actually so true. he can and yeah but like. i think a lot of people forget that greg is quite literally the only one in there with jack shit to fall back on? like. what would You do. their instinct might be to say, "oh i would never do that, i would never become what he did, i would never be a schmoozer like that, i'd never be selfish and be an asskisser and do whatever i could to survive when i know that my closer family barely give a fuck about me and wouldn't provide support when i need it" and it's like.

lmao. like if you were in that situation, are you sure? are you quite sure? anyway. yeah he still has love to give despite what has happened to him like he's still a pretty amicable guy despite that like, mostly he's pretty friendly and like if you know what to do with him [provide support, love, safety and comfort] he is literally yours forever. in s4 he was tom's supporter, defender and threw ppl under the bus in tom's name. the only reason he """"""betrayed"""""""" tom in the finale [which he didn't but that's a whole other kettle of fish] was because tom was withholding these things from him. he kind of... backslid a little. not terribly, certainly not to the same point as when they started out, but to the point of being kind of like, dismissive of greg, unappreciative, ignoring his opinions a little bit, and it felt like a kind of step back from their promise at the end of s3. i think greg expected to be more on equal ground [and in ssssome ways they were? but not to the level that greg wanted] and for tom to trust him more with information and like. let him in on the battle more? like. greg does like being taken care of it's true, but tom was trying to shoulder Everything alone and then ignoring anything greg did for him like following his request or protecting him or lightening his load. it was another romcom miscomm which is classic for them, which led to to greg's frustration and helped power his retaliation in the bathroom like, sure tom is mad at him but at the same time greg is a little affronted like, you completely ignored me trying to help you and then were flaky as fuck on where things were wrt me and my position and what was going to happen, what do you expect when i get scared and i feel like things are stirring? plus i'm literally doing what you taught me and praised me for?

ANYWAY lol sorry the point is, when greg goes behind people's back or whatever it's for survival/to protect himself. even when he did actually do something detrimental specifically to tom e.g. when he ratted to gerri he is quite literally terrified lmfao and is having all this shit like foisted upon him, i think he deserves a little like. slack? lol? like he didn't do it with cruel intent. ofc it was selfish but like. so is literally everybody else in the show???? it's the bad people show. surprise!!!! this doesn't negate his positive qualities yet people just won't afford him the same nuance as they give to literally everybody else.

SORRY DSJKSD this turned into a blorbo rant but basically, yeah. your ask; mwah! chefs kiss!

[queensy-asmodeus123x]

Heya so I made this crk au called “seas and skies” it’s about abalone and custard cookie (clotted cream cookies father) I just did some uno reversing and now abalone is a good guy and so is custard cookie- and the gem mermaids are mentioned but they won’t show up in this au-

Today I’m talking about abalone cookies perspective!

(He is 5)

A long long time ago, there lived a young little cookie named abalone cookie, he lived in poverty and his parents were dead so he only had his older sister to take care of him, they survived the harsh and miserable life, begging on the streets and finding food and shelter for the night, until one day he went to find food on his own, only to return to his sister hanging herself on the ceiling, abalone was devastated and decided to work harder and make his family proud, although one raining night, he was at the beach and found a sea shell, so he it picked up and suddenly the sea shell started to glow, and suddenly beams of white light started attaching itself onto abalone which terrified him, so he dropped the shell but it still started to attach itself on him, and then he was finally covered in light, once the light stopped shining he was relieved to see nothing happened to him, until he looked at his hands that is, his dough was covered in white and had blue scales on it, he realized he turned into some sort of sea creature, and was petrified, knowing the townspeople would likely hunt him down, or sell him in the black market, he decides to hide in the ocean, where no cookie can find him.

(Welp he is now 15)

It’s been 10 years after the incident, he learned he was a shell siren, (shell sirens are similar to gem mermaids except the shell sirens are NOT friendly towards normal cookies, and also they are made of shells not gems, they can also remove their fish tail and have normal cookie legs and can also get their fish tail back) he knows shell sirens are normally violent but he was different, he was kind, caring, and would never hit a cookie or an animal unless for self defense, he made an entire kingdom of his own and so far he was the only one that actually lives there, he also changed his name to white shell siren cookie.

One day he went and traveled a few miles away from his kingdom but then got trapped in a net, by pirates he was scared and begged to be released but the greedy pirates would not budge and placed him in a big fish tank, ashite shell siren cookie cried endlessly until he was told to shut up, he obeyed not wanting to be sold off early, and then a small little cookie came to him, the little cookie told white shell siren his name was crème fraîche cookie, and he felt bad for having his mom trap him in a fish tank to be sold off so the little cookie freed him by tricking the other pirates into saying the shell siren escaped into the ocean, which gave crème fraîche cookie the opportunity to drag the fish tank (the fish tank had tiny wheels) and pushed it into the ocean, white siren cookie felt thankful and promised to return the favor, but crème fraîche cookie said that white siren cookie didn’t need to return any favors, and they bid farewell to each other.

(He is 16 now lol)

1 year later, white shell siren cookie saw an attractive cookie sitting on a cloud, and wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t so he stayed down in the ocean, but then when he went back up to see the attractive cookie, he saw that attractive cookie wave at him, so he waved back, and so for months they’ve always interacted with each other by waving and smiling at each other, until one day white shell siren cookie decided to talk to that cookie face to face, so he flew up to the sky with the support of the ocean spiraling around him, but then he started to freeze, white shell siren cookie went faster and faster, but he was now fully frozen.

Gonna talk about the attractive cookies perspective soon!

[the-firebird69]

I lived in 5200 lb and I did lift it about 3 in as enormous amount of weight it is so much weight I thought I was going to die it felt like a steel press that's just a lot of weight and we should be careful these robots are terrifying me each of the hydraulics can lift that much no but some of them are built that way it's very powerful and our friend here is going to be extremely strong. Is going to be able to lift a lot of weight if he's juiced up his way which is legal stuff it was electricity we don't really know how much he could lift and we've seen some stuff that doesn't make sense and he doesn't when he's not juiced and he's very strong and has super powers like Superman at times and he says if he was juiced up and in shape and big he's probably left 20,000 lb and that's scary s*** at 6 for 4:00 but not very far like 3 in it's true too I mean we've seen him pick up a 300 lb object and use it like a hammer and the concrete exploded on my car engine was my car at the time it was Mac and Mac says you don't have to pay me for the car the show is worth it and he has it on tape he says no someone took the tape yeah it's probably time you have here we go that's ridiculous a lot of weight it says yeah it is but he's a giant and if he gets rock hard it's going to be different than 10,000 pounds in his people agree but at the size it's going to be kind of tough it's still kind of a baby and yeah okay but it's true he's still going to be lifting more than anybody in the gym LOL yeah okay we've seen the gym for Christ's sake that's funny you can always lift the heaviest weight now the barbell is that a little trouble with the bench it says it might be someone messing with it 220 is not that much and I checked and I said I don't think someone's messing with it no we can see someone might be and he's saying would it be from below and yeah we have problems with people doing that so here's me and I'm back in the saddle again and he says he'll probably never be able to be number one in powerlifting but at 6:00 or 4:00 he's going to weigh over 400 lb and that's a lot and he could probably beat people if he can manage to walk without hurting himself it's true too it gets more difficult so he wants to try and do this car thing and he be good at it roll cars and things they do that stuff that's the way to start out he can make small money and he needs it it's a good time and he would be watched and kind of revered a little for being a strong man because he is one he already is and people watch out for it and they should we don't watch out for that much but we should and Dave Dan should be careful cuz he's not in shape but he's not and really he's not in stellar shape but still it's something you watched out for and yeah in the living room my stuff fighting because we are going to break everything and I noticed everything was flying around a little it says that my strength is incredible but I'm a mutant so it makes sense and he didn't know that about us and he learned it pretty quick and he's had several run-ins it doesn't show fear and they stopped because they figure out he's pretty strong this is a lot of fun doing this kind of thing it's not Harris would be great Harry's would be great not Harris we don't like that guy but really this is a fun sport I'm looking forward to getting in shape and they're saying end of January and he'll be healing up and start getting big and probably a week and right now he says it's at 17 and we can tell he's bigger he's eating fish by the way and that does it a little that stops and yeah it's the hormones and he's he's going to get bigger and it's going to be fun we hope we're around

Brad

There's a lot of stuff happening he's going to get dinner but it's true people are getting hurt pretty bad our son is looking forward to doing things but there's a lot of people who are leaving it's not really happy about it he's going to be a big boy coming up end of January it's the end of Prilosec but the end of the month he will be starting to grow and for real it's almost at exact timing and the 1st of February he'll start growing and hopefully by then he'll have a rider he doesn't I guess he's going to write one what can you do you might actually go type it he might something to do he says and Stan is in a little bit of trouble he lost all his documents he has the dates and everything he knows everyone has a contract and how much time is left and he has all that information and just put it onto a spreadsheet now we probably should and he does differently but he has that one backup that's good and it is good we are following the story here right now he's got to get something to eat and just not having a great time doing that it's not really exciting about the food he has here right now it's frozen and stuff we understand that will probably help and we can do that so we're going to do that and we'll get back soon enough

Thor Freya

He's going to try and thaw something and we're going to get food to him now

Hera

Olympus

[queenofbaws]

this week's sneak peeks under the cut! ;)c

like wringing blood from a stone

The ones in Uncle Jack’s room were different. Their holes were outlined in thick black lines, and even walking too close to them made her stomach cramp up like she was about to be sick.

She’d peeked into a few of them once. Three, in fact. Only three. Only that one time.

The first one had filled her head with the awful, terrifying thought of Uncle Bobby getting shot. In the head. She’d dropped it like the thing had burnt her, but of course she knew Uncle Bobby had been shot in the head before, back when he was fighting in Iraq. It was scary, yeah, duh, no one would say it wasn’t, just…it had also already happened. It lived in the past, where things couldn’t actually hurt you.

To test that, she’d grabbed the second. That one made her palms sweaty and had her mouth sloshing with spit, almost as if she was going to upchuck her lunch all over the hardwood. Again, she’d had a weird dream-sense of something that’d for sure already happened—Uncle Jack getting his throat torn open by some kind of monster. That was bad too, bad enough to get her knees shaking, but she’d seen the scar around his neck! She’d heard the story about the Makkapitew nearly slicing his head off! That hadn’t killed him, just like that bullet hadn’t killed Uncle Bobby!

Which was the only reason she tried the third one. It hadn’t made sense to her, was the thing: Why would Uncle Jack hide those totems if all they did was show you crap that’d happened a hundred years ago? Why was that scary? How did he think it was okay to leave the other ones lying around, the ones that made her think about doing things, hurting people, breaking stuff, and then keep these under lock and key? She couldn’t make the math work in her head.

Then she’d tried the third one.

She hadn’t just set that one down after peering inside it, she’d slammed it, running out of Uncle Jack’s room and sitting in the parking lot with her head between her knees until her heart had stopped racing.

In that one, she’d been seized by the hot rubber smell of tire burn-out and the thought of Uncle Travis lying crumpled on a dark stretch of road, the pavement shiny with rain or blood or both, and—

“You don’t shut that mouth of yours, something’s liable to fly into it.”

of mummy men & bathtub soup

“I always liked the girls more than him.”

“Julia. Juley-bean. J Julia Jameson. You never wanted anything to do with the twins.”

“Well yeah,” she said, and sniffily at that, “can you blame me? Beth was, like, super judgy and Hannah was a horse girl. Hard to find common ground there.”

“Wash is…” he held his hand out in a pleading gesture, then felt her eyes on him, expectant and disbelieving in one. Her eyebrows couldn’t have gotten any higher if she’d drawn them on that morning. “I mean, he’s…okay. He’s fine. Ish. Give the guy a chance, wouldya? Spooky shit like this is his bread and butter!”

That time it was her hand being held up. “No, being a scheming little scam artist is his bread and butter. Acting like he’s the next Ari Aster because his dad made a couple gross slasher movies is his bread and butter.”

“Yeah. Like I said—spooky shit!”

“Conrad.”

“He’s trying to help, okay? Let the man help!”

“See, now, here’s why I can’t do that. Because maybe I never found much common ground with the girls, but you? You and Josh have always shared common ground. A whole globe of it. A whole world! Know what that world is called?”

“I…uh…no? Was that a sentence?”

She grabbed his face in one hand, squeezing both his cheeks to plump his mouth into a pair of fish-lips. “Make-Things-Worse-Topia. That’s what you two do. You see people experiencing hardship and strife, you wiggle your grabby little fingers, and then you make things so much worse. And I don’t trust either of you.”

the weekly wip tip

well hey gang! my one resolution for 2024 was that i was gonna wrap up a few of the wips i've already started posting*, so with that in mind, i'm going to be switching up my usual wip wednesday posts to sort of keep track of/hold myself accountable to the projects i'm cracking away on!

here's what this week's dance card looks like ;)c

posted projects i'm ACTIVELY working on:

like wringing blood from a stone (the quarry/until dawn)

of mummy men & bathtub soup (man of medan/until dawn)

posted projects NEXT on deck:

antagonish (until dawn)

one coat, two coat + red coat, blue coat (until dawn)

posted projects PAUSED for the moment:

soft reset (silent hill 2)

well...shit (dragon age 2)

(5/15/24)

[serendipitallay]

Bows ۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚ Gwi Nam x Reader

Gwi Nam x Reader

warnings: wounds/cuts, and gwi nam ofc :)

Gwi Nam’s a bit of a softie in this one, since most of the fics I read abt him tend to make him a really smug asshole. (which he kinda is, lol)

Y/N steadied herself against a table, taking a breather and clutching the stitch at her side. Damn, these zombies were fast.

She had been in the library, studying for a test when the outbreak started, a few zombies racing into the library, attacking anyone closest to them. The squelch of flesh being bitten into, and the screams of the terrified students engraved into her memory.

She had run, run all the way to a classroom that was the closest, and had no zombies in it. She didn’t know where she was right now. She didn’t care. The zombies that had been chasing her pressed themselves against the sliding windows, animalistic in their need to get to Y/N.

She stared at them, finding a few familiar faces in the crowd. A boy she sat with in her biology class, a girl she often said hi to when she walked down the halls. These people, she knew them before, to be living, sensible humans, but now they were mere shells of what they used to be. Human looking, be it a little deformed, but all animalistic instinct. All brutal cannibalistic monsters, without a shroud of humanity or sense left within them.

She only hoped that her friends, Cheong San, On-Jo and the others were safe.

She looked around the class, trying to find something to cover up the horrors that lurked outside the room, the only barrier between her and death mere sliding doors and windows. On the other side of the class were more windows, where zombies began noticing her and began pressing themselves against the glass.

Spotting posters and papers around the class, she looked through pencil cases, trying to find something that could be used to stick the papers on to the windows. She fished out a glue stick from one, and began her work. As she stuck them flat on the windows, she could feel them continuously bang harder and harder, and she feared the glass would fail on her and break, letting them in. She rushed to stick the last piece of paper in, and backed away, cautiously eyeing the now covered windows. Finally trusting that she’d be safe, she heaved a relieved breath.

Y/N sat on the floor, back against a wall with her knees to her chest. What the hell was she going to do now?

9th grade

Y/N was sat near the tennis courts, having her lunch and finishing up her physics homework.

She told her friends to go on without her, to leave her alone so she could actually finish it all.

“Y/N! Come on, let’s go eat together, please?” On-Jo protested, grabbing her arm.

“You guys always distract me, I need to do this!”

“Your grades are already high as it is, one unfinished assignment isn’t going to ruin them!”

“I’ll see you at home time later, okay?”

On-Jo stuck her tongue out at Y/N, crossing her arms and turning back to Gyeong Su and Cheong San.

Now she was here, alone, the serene tranquility calming as she tried solving the headache inducing questions.

She heard a groan come from somewhere near her, causing her to look up from her paper and to the source of the sound.

She found Gwi Nam, well known for being a bully, clutching his arm in pain, leaning against the gate of a tennis court and wincing.

Somehow despite all the rumors and talk around school about him beating kids up until they bruised and bled, she still felt bad for him, still felt bad for him feeling an ounce of the pain he had inflicted on to others.

She sighed, gathering her things into her tote bag and walking over to where he was.

He flinched at the sight of her standing in front of him, quickly regaining his composure and clearing his throat. “What do you want?”

“You hurt your arm.”

“I’m not blind, I can see th-”

“I can help wrap it.”

She reached into her bag and took out a small bag, her own little first aid kit her mother always bugged her into bringing to school, in case anything ever happened.

He didn’t say anything, stunned that he was even being offered help from someone he didn’t even know. An ounce of actual care being put in his direction, it felt nice, made him feel warm inside.

“You’re gonna want to take off your jacket for this.”

Gwi Nam felt as if he was in a trance, curiously watching Y/N and following what she said. He wanted to savour this moment for as long as he could.

Y/N took out an alcohol wipe, carefully lifting Gwi Nam’s sleeve up to get a better look at the cut. The blood was beginning to dry in some parts, but it was still very fresh.

“Get ready, cause this’ll sting.”

She pressed the alcohol wipe down, eliciting a hiss from Gwi Nam as he held back the insult he was about to shout at her. “Okay. Now I’m gonna wrap it.”

Taking out a gauze roll, Y/N began wrapping it around the cut gently, as to not hurt him any further. It was quiet, albeit the awkward kind. The two were so close to each other, and barely even knew each other, which made it all the more awkward.

Y/N decided to take initiative in veering the whole atmosphere into something more relaxed for the two of them, playing the small talk card, one of the things she was pretty skilled at when it came to social interactions.

“So… how’d you get this cut anyway?”

Unlike Y/N, small talk wasn’t Gwi Nam’s strong suit in any way shape or form. He was more direct with his words, more on the nose, so to speak.

“I was fighting some asshole, and somehow he got me pretty bad on the arm.” His bluntness caught Y/N off guard.

She hummed in response, concentrating on bandaging the wound as neatly as she could. “Why do you fight people anyway? I mean, all it does is lead to unnecessary injuries like this.” Gwi Nam shrugged, not saying anything more. The heavy silence returned, but now more relaxed than before.

Once she was done, Y/N tied it into a nice bow, smiling to herself, and turning to look at Gwi Nam to tell him she was finished. She was surprised to find him staring at her, a fascinated look on his face.

“I- I’m done.” She cleared her throat, rubbing her thumb across the wound, something she did to whatever ‘project’ she was finished with. She retracted her hand, realising what she had done, but felt it being pulled back by a warm hand.

Her mouth fell agape as she glanced at their hands, then at Gwi Nam. “Thank you.” He thanked quietly, a small smile on his face, before letting go, the warmth gone as quick as it had come. Getting up, he left Y/N crouching there, sneaking one last glance back at her before heading off, thoughts of the girl that had helped him filling his mind for the rest of the day, and for the 3 years he hadn’t seen her for.

Present day, 7 hours after the outbreak.

Gwi Nam stalked the halls of the school, keeping his eyes (or, um, eye 😃) out for Cheong San. The little imp who had taken his eye out. His hands itched in need to get to that eye of his, to make him feel what he felt when he gouged his eye out.

Zombies limped around him pathetically, and he kicked one in the back just for the heck of it. God, these guys were idiots.

A foreign smell hit him then. Except, it wasn’t that foreign; rather, there was a hint of familiarity laced in it somewhere, though he couldn’t place where he had smelled it before.

He decided that Cheong San could wait. After all, where the hell could he and his idiot friends could go right now? He scoffed, and continued to track the scent, finding it leading to a random classroom.

He couldn’t look inside it though, as the windows had been covered up with paper. There were probably more zombies here before, but the halls were relatively clear now, save for a few of them at the end of the hall.

Gwi Nam tried sliding the door open, but found it locked. “Fuck, of course it’s locked.”

He knocked on the door, tapping his foot impatiently, and putting on his best pleading voice he could muster.

“Please, help me! Open the door, please!”

Y/N lifted her head from her arms. She had fallen asleep, but was awaken by the cries she had heard outside. She felt torn. Her mind told her no, sensibly reasoning that they could be infected, but her heart told her to let them in, reckless and blinded by pity.

The knocking became more hurried and desperate by the second, and before she could give it a second thought, Y/N was in front of the door. If she was bitten, then this was on her. She unlocked the door, sliding the door open a smidge.

She was met with a boy, bloody all over and his eye…

His eye. She went to slide the door back in place, but he grabbed it, stopping it from sliding back.

She whimpered, lip quivering as she tried pushing it shut again. He was shockingly strong, sliding the door open with his one hand even as Y/N tried sliding the door shut with all her might.

“What, what do you want?” Y/N asked, carefully backing away, trying not to sound scared.

She scanned the guy’s face, thinking of who the hell this guy could be, but her mind felt cloudy in panic. The boy slid the door shut, locking it behind him. Oh god. She was going to die, she was going to die.

“You seem familiar…” he remarked, walking toward her, an inquisitive look on his face.

Could it be who he thought she was?

“Who the hell are you?”

This girl was brave, very brave, and she smelled so sweet…

Y/N’s back hit the wall, and now she was trapped, with some guy who was vaguely familiar to her (and kinda hot, although she would never ever admit it.)

Gwi Nam leaned in closer, and Y/N tried pressing herself closer to the wall, a feeble and foolish attempt at getting further away from him, as he leaned in closer to her, reeking of the sharp smell of blood.

He stared into her eyes, those familiar eyes, warm and full of emotion.

No, it couldn’t be her, could it?

Gwi Nam was about to say something when the girl’s eyes widened, and a look of familiarity hit her.

“Wait… you’re Gwi Nam, aren’t you?”

Gwi Nam smirked. “The one and only.”

“I can wrap that eye for you.”

Gwi Nam froze, the smirk being wiped off his face instantly. Those words…

It was her. It was really her.

“It’s you…”

Gwi Nam approached Y/N slowly, mouth open, not knowing what to say. They were so close again, like they had been 3 years ago.

He placed a hand on her cheek. “Are you alright?”

“I-I’m good.” She whispered, giving him a small smile and looking into his eye. His other gouged out eye looked horrible, and she thought of repeating what she did all those years ago…

“I meant what I said. I can wrap that eye for you.”

Gwi Nam nodded, taking in her features all at once. Those 3 years she had been on his mind, day and night. It was kind of the bare minimum, what she did, yet it felt like the world to him. He liked how it made him feel; warm, happy and loved. And now, he had the chance to experience it all over again.

“I actually have a few more serious wounds for you to look at.”

Y/N nodded, taking his hand and bringing him over to where there were two chairs for them both to sit on. “Wait here.”

Y/N looked around the class, trying to find something to use to wrap Gwi Nam’s wounds, or a first aid kit, even.

She spotted one hanging on the wall near the teacher’s desk, and grabbed it.

Sitting back down, Y/N felt deja vu as she was about to ask a question that mirrored her own in 9th grade.

“You’ll need to…”

“Take off my jacket for this?” Gwi Nam smiled.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathed.

He shrugged his jacket off, revealing his black long sleeve shirt. “I have a lot of wounds on my shoulders too.”

“Oh. I guess you’ll also have to, you know.”

Taking his shirt off, Y/N tried her best not to stare at his six pack, and instead focus on… his… wounds…

His wounds…

Oh god.

She got up from her chair, slowly backing away, much to Gwi Nam’s confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

Y/N pointed at him, horrified. “You were bitten.” Her voice went hoarse, and she found herself frozen in place.

“Oh.” He simply said. “These? Yeah, I was bitten, but that was hours ago, so I think I’m immune.” He got up, taking a step toward her, but she took a step back in turn.

“Look, I’m fine, people turn in less than a minute, so I’m all good. You don’t need to worry, okay?”

Her back hit a wall again. This was the end.

She submitted to it, closing her eyes, awaiting the cracking of Gwi Nam’s bones, and for him to charge at her, sinking his teeth into her.

“I would never hurt you.”

“Stay away from me.”

“Please, let me hold you and prove I won’t.”

Y/N reopened her eyes, looking straight at Gwi Nam. He looked hurt, desperate; her heart ached at his display of raw emotion.

She barely knew him, yet she felt like she had known him her whole life. He had that effect on her, knew how to hit her heart in all the right spots.

Despite all the things he’d done, she felt like this. Despite her mind telling her to push him away, her heart yearned to finally do this.

Y/N nodded, stepping forward, and Gwi Nam wrapped his arms around her. He felt as though everything he had found everything he needed now, as if new beginning had found it’s way to him.

They stayed like that for a while, and when Y/N was finally sure he wouldn’t turn, she pulled away, her arms still around his torso as she looked up at him, Gwi Nam, some random guy she helped wrap a wound for in 9th grade.

“Do you believe me now?”

Y/N nodded.

He smiled at her, one of his most genuine ones in the past few years, then cleared his throat.

He slowly let go of Y/N turning to grab his shirt and jacket from the chair. “I’m glad you do. Maybe you won’t need to bandage me up then, I’ll just-”

Y/N grabbed his wrist, stopping Gwi Nam in his tracks. He turned back to Y/N, who had her mouth open slightly.

“It’s fine, I can still wrap them for you.”

She led him back to the chairs, sitting down, and opening the first aid kit, taking the gauze roll out. She could almost feel the warmth of spring, the season when she and Gwi Nam first met.

She took out a couple alcohol wipes, tearing the packaging open, looking to him before cleaning the first wound. He gave her a small smile, and she took it as a sign to start. The acohol wipe felt cool on Gwi Nam’s wound, a slight sting accompanying it after, but he could bear it a little better now. Rolling the gauze around the bite, Y/N tied it into the same bow she did the last time she wrapped him up, rubbing her hand across her ‘handiwork’, a habit she still kept to this day.

Gwi Nam’s smile only grew wider at this.

It was quiet again, but more welcoming, more comforting. It was when Y/N was on the second bite on his bicep that Gwi Nam finally mustered the courage to ask her a question he’d been meaning to ask her ever since that day she’d tended to his cut.

“Hey.”

Y/N looked up momentarily from her work, and Gwi Nam took her features in, the way her eyes widened upon being called, her slight pout, her brows rising.

“It’s funny, you know. We’ve done this same thing twice now, and I don’t even know your name.”

Y/N smiled, looking back at Gwi Nam’s bite, “Well, I suppose now is the time for us to finally do this first impression thing right, hm?”

Gwi Nam grinned, and Y/N looked up after tying the gauze into a bow then, sticking her hand out to Gwi Nam and grinning. “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N.”

Gwi Nam took her hand in his, the grin still prominent on his face. “I’m Yoon Gwi Nam.”

After Y/N was finished tending to Gwi Nam, they finally had an actual conversation with one another, learning things about the other and enjoying each others company, as if there weren’t blood thirsty zombies a door away from them now.

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“Yes! I’m telling you, I actually saw it happen!”

Gwi Nam scoffed, “You’re such a liar.”

Y/N shoved him playfully, earning her a laugh from him.

And then the quiet returned.

Right now they were both leaning against the wall behind the teacher’s desk, with Y/N’s knees to her chest, and Gwi Nam with a knee up, and his other leg lounging on the floor.

The world seemed to still as they shared this moment together, where they could just forget of all their troubles and enjoy being in the others presence. It was dark out now, the moonlight shining in through the small cracks where the paper didn’t stick well.

It all felt… strange, to Y/N. All of this, her and Gwi Nam, the fact that she felt some sort of attraction to him, it felt so weird, yet so familiar to her.

He was a bully, mean and an asshole in so many ways, yet when he was with her, Y/N could barely imagine him actually hitting a person. He was sweet, loving, understanding.

He told her of how when he was a child, his mother had died after getting into a car accident, and so he was left in the care of his stepfather.

He told her of how his stepfather acted as if Gwi Nam wasn’t even there. Sure, he cared for him, bought him clothes, fed him, put a roof over his head; but he never once acted as if he were even a child of his, never once spent time with him. Gwi Nam tried everything to gain his attention, and yet, no matter how much he tried, it never worked. He was still nothing to his stepfather.

Y/N felt for him, understanding why Gwi Nam was the way he was. No, she wasn’t justifying it, all the things he’d done were horrible, period; but now she knew the root of why he became who he was today.

Maybe that’s why he had looked so weirded out when Y/N offered to help with his wound that day.

Maybe now, she could help him through his issues, and love him; because underneath the hard crust that was the mean bully Gwi Nam, were all his best qualities, awaiting their moment of glory.

Maybe she was the one who could help him shine.

Love was strange when it came to Y/N, a friend, but an enemy all in one. It treated her badly at times, but would reward her kindly at others. Now, she felt like love was rewarding her. For what deed it was repaying her back for, she didn’t know, but she knew that she loved every second of it.

He took a deep breath in, and Y/N followed, closing her eyes. Gwi Nam took her in again, how at peace she looked, how joy was etched into every inch of her face. It was like she was made to bring happiness wherever she went, spreading it to others lucky enough to be around her.

Y/N, now feeling like she was being stared at, reopened her eyes, looking to Gwi Nam with curiosity. “Can I help you?”

“You already have.” Gwi Nam whispered.

He placed a hand on her cheek, and Y/N leaned into it.

“Y/N, I…”

He looked to her lips, then back at her eyes. Y/N’s breath hitched as she awaited his next move.

She closed her eyes again, letting the moment happen before her.

Gwi Nam smiled before kissing her, their mouths moving in sync with each other. He placed his other hand on her cheek, and she moved closer to him, tangling her hands into his hair, both smiling throughout the kiss.

It felt like everything else didn’t matter in that moment, as if shooting stars began showering down, making their moment all the more magical. Love had never seemed more real than now.

Y/N pulled away, both of them gasping for air, eliciting giggling from the two of them. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you, for showing me what love feels like, thank you, for being so loving.” Gwi Nam rested his forehead against hers, appreciating everything that led up to them meeting, even the asshole who had given him that cut 3 years ago.

thanks for reading <3 ₊˚ପ⊹

i promise i’ll work on requests asap! i’ve just got alot going on now that’s keeping me busy.

anyway, requests are still open, so request now before i close em <3

[spacexseven]

that mermaid childe thing you reblogged totally put me onto sea monster dazai (imagine that dazai anon thinks about dazai call the news)... like imagine those giant empty eyes staring at you intently from underneath the still water. actually terrifying. hed probably be something fucked up looking too like a snake thing or an angler fish or something like that.... could also see him as a siren.... like ur too stubborn and well versed on the sea and its inhabitants to fall for his Beautiful Mermaid facade and hes initially got this horrible vendetta against you about it but eventually his obsession with getting you in the water with him Less so he can rip you apart and finally prove hes smarter than you and more so he can shove his weird fish tongue down ur throat i mean swim with you in a very well behaved fashion

ALSO adding an akutagawa thing cuz no one ever talks about my husband as often as they should. yan sea monster/mermaid akutagawa. he gets washed up on the beach, greviously injured, and despite the fact he keeps BITING AND SCRATCHING AND BEING SO MEAN 2 YOU you do your best to nurse him back to health in ur old pool u never use anymore (well, as healthy as aku Gets) until hes set to go back to the ocean. akutagawa has always known that humans are awful creatures who need to be killed before they kill him or his ilk, but maybe you're not so bad? first time for everything, he supposes. dont be shocked if you see some familiar scales glittering under the beach sun. or if people you know start washing up on the beach with a few less limbs than you remember them having. I was gonna immediately say aku is a shark but maybe octopus or squid would work cuz of how rashomon looks..... much to think about

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you're so funny i can't breathe omg i too would like to swim with him in a well behaved fashion

cw: yandere characters, vague descriptions of sea creatures(?), mentions of cannibalism (well sea creature eats humans), obsessive behavior, non-con kissing, mentions of kidnapping and imprisonment, possessive behavior, jealousy, mentions of biting, scratching and self-inflicted wounds

siren dazai? no way sea monster dazai is the way to go! nothing about that guy looks safe but you know, he has a way with his words that you just can't help but think he's misunderstood and lonely. everyone thinks he's up to no good, but that's not the case at all! it's so unfortunate, you think, that dazai's being judged by the way he looks because he's really such a wonderful friend! what a shame that even the other sea creatures avoid him and his territory, of course it couldn't be because something was wrong with him. they were just being rude and outcasting him for something he couldn't control. you've spent enough time with him to know he was funny (in an odd way...it works on him, but if anyone else were to say his 'jokes' about eating you up and dragging you down to his cave and chaining you there, it would have terrified you. oh well, dazai's just never learned what jokes are supposed to be, so he just says the things people say about him. poor dazai, really) and he was really sweet, eager to help you with your troubles and offering his waters as a place for you to come to when you need to be alone and clear your head. not because he wants to be the only person you confide in and trust, definitely not!

and honestly, dazai was just bored. and what better way to spend the time than to trick some poor, unsuspecting human before making them his lunch? yum. sure, chuuya and a few select others were the only other mers that visited him, but that didn't mean he was lonely. he simply didn't care. of course, playing it up to you about how unfriendly everyone else was surely won over your sympathy, and it felt...sort of nice when you rubbed his cheek and looked at him with your sad eyes and told him you'd always be there for him. oh well, little human. he hopes you know he was going to hold you to that :)

his initial plan was just to earn your trust for a couple of days (because he knew how stupid and trusting humans were. terribly useless species, really. how did they survive for this long?) and then, under the pretense of an injury he couldn't reach, would coax you into getting into the water, where he could happily prepare you for a meal. but he began stalling, not wanting to eat you just yet. maybe you could entertain him a little while longer. playing with his food or whatever humans said. the more you talked to him and he learned about human relationships, the more curious he got. what did you mean, humans licked each other's mouths? how disgusting, he definitely wasn't interested in trying. what was so special about hand holding and cuddling and whatever the hell kissing was???? and why did he want to do it to you??? one day, he can't hold back his curiosity and drags you into the water off your boat, ignoring your screaming just to try and see if he "can shove his weird fish tongue down ur throat". and maybe more. obviously the talk about consent flew over his head, because what do you mean, you didn't want to do this with him? didn't you kiss people you like? and if you were coming to visit dazai this often, you definitely liked him right?

regardless, it wasn't anything he couldn't change with a little bit of time :)

akutagawa hm i think as much as i would love for him to be a sparkly shiny mermaid i think that role is more suited for chuuya aka the prettiest person EVER sorry anyway akutagawa octopus ver kinda reminds me of the kraken but shark akutagawa is also a wonderful picture i will figure that out eventually don't worry

so just another day of strolling on the beach admiring the sparkling water and woah what's that? a wild akutagawa has appeared! you find him beached and bleeding and you must obviously help him out! how could you leave him out there, alone and vulnerable? it's a little difficult to bring him to your conveniently close to the beach house, especially since he keeps growling and biting at your arms, but you finally make it and help him into the pool where he finally calms down enough for you to dress his wounds and give him something to eat.

and as much as he hates to admit it, he kind of likes it here with you. you're unexpectedly nice and not annoying or overbearing and your food tastes pretty good. sometimes, he's still waiting on you to ship him over to some evil merfolk killing people or a zoo or something terrible, or maybe you want to kill him yourself for his parts. but you don't do any of that. like you promised him, you bring him back to the ocean and wave him off.

except now, he really doesn't want to leave.

a week or so later, when you're back strolling by the shore, a familiar lump of something is waiting for you, wounded and stranded. you don't notice the way his eyes light up when he sees you, but you definitely notice that he wasn't biting you this time. sure, he has an iron-tight grip on you with his appendages, but maybe he was just scared? and the cycle continues. sometimes, you find fresh fish and seashells on the spot where you found him first, but most of the time, you find him, injured and waiting for your help. you don't suspect him of purposely hurting himself in order to see you and feel you nursing him back to health, but it does start to get a little suspicious. maybe he just got bullied a lot.

oddly enough, he's never friendly when you bring someone else with you. if by chance he's on the shore and you are with another person, akutagawa becomes hostile, growling and scratching at your companion until they run away and it's just him and you again. the way it should be :)

[aamalaaa]

The Party And The Broom

idol jungkook! x reader

genre: romance, fluff, humour

word count: 868

a/n: a feel good, improbable scenario drabble born from an hilarious game of MASH, enjoy!

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As you step outside of the elevator and onto the last floor of the HYBE building, you can’t help but wonder why you’re here. Over and over again. No cause why, how are you here?

You’re not working, as you usually do when you’re in this building (being a janitor and all), and you definitely feel like an impostor.

You feel a hand on your lower back, encouraging you to move, as you were very much standing still, eyes wide and heart racing like you’d just sprinted in the Olympics or something. Except you didn’t, you’re just a janitor, who’s very much smitten with the guy standing to your right, shooting you a dazzling bunny smile. Which is why you were here in the first place, J-Hope’s Jack In The Box pre-release party. As Jungkook’s date.

You have to force yourself really hard not to run back to the elevator and go home. This is embarrassing, cause who the fxck do you think you are?

“You okay?” a sweet, concerned voice asks you. You just stare into his big doe eyes. He looks a bit nervous. You probably look absolutely terrified, no wonder.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here alright?” He smiles.

“Let me introduce you to everyone”

Oh now you are SWEATING and you’re very thankful you didn’t forget to apply deodorant before you came here because, that would be your last straw. He tugs you by your waist and beckons you toward a group of guys who are laughing and chatting vigorously. Of course, you already know them, it’s his bandmates, the BTS boys. Yeah no, you can’t do this.

You stop in your track, and the beautiful black haired man stops and looks at you.

“Do you want us to go?” He brings a hand to his hair to try and comb it. He looks nervous. This is your fault, you never should’ve agreed. He stutters a bit “I-I.. I’m so sorry I should’ve stopped to think about how you felt coming here.. I’m sorry..”

You bring a hand to his cheek, caressing the soft skin. “It’s ok, I agreed Kookie. You couldn’t have known..” You stare into his eyes and smile warmly, trying real hard to show him you’re not mad. He leans into your touch, like a cute little bunny. You swoon, you’re down so bad.

“Wanna go eat something? We can grab a drink and si-“ A voice you recognize cuts him off. You step away from your date.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were working tonight, it’s good to see you!” It’s one of the events organizer, you’ve talked to him a few times while you were on lunch breaks, he’s nice.

“I’m glad I caught you, someone broke a glass and I’m kinda busy right now, could you go and clean it up?” He places a broom in your hand while you stare at him, motionless. “Thanks!” He goes off somewhere else, leaving you in shock.

Jungkook stares at the man, and then shifts his gaze to you.

“What the fuck” Is all he manages to say, while you stand there looking like a complete idiot. You both stay there, dumbfounded. I mean what did you both expect, you’re a janitor in this building, for fuck’s sake.

You see the Bangtan boys coming your way, and if a hole appeared beneath you right this instant, you would be immensely thankful. Hell you might start digging it right now, fuck wishful thinking.

“JAYKAYYYYY” You hear a high pitched voice saying, shaking you back to planet earth. You really wish you were a hallucination right about now.

The boys start swarming Jungkook while you stand there like a fucking inanimate object, broom still in your hand. Why couldn’t you be a rock, life would have been easier. You sigh.

They all turn to look at you and you think your soul might’ve left your body.

Hoseok is the first to speak.

“Hey y/n right? I’m glad you’re here, you’re working tonight?” He smiles, a bit confused.

Your mouth is agape, like a fish, a really awkward looking fish. Why. Can’t. You. Talk.

“Yeah so about that… I told you guys I was um, bringing a date right..” Jungkook says, rubbing the back of his neck. He gets closer and puts a hand on your waist. “Yeah, that’s her, my date”

You couldn’t be more rigid even if you wanted to, you might change into a stone statue, nothing is out of the question.

They all stare at you, very confused, and Namjoon’s gaze shift to the broom in your hand.

“Cool, why are you holding a broom then?…”

“I- uh…. someone thought I was working tonight, um..” Your cheeks heat up so much you feel light headed.

The man eyes you, and shoots a sympathetic look your way. He takes the broom from your hand and gives it to a worker who was passing by. “Let’s get you a drink yeah?”

His smile is radiant, dimples on full display.

Jungkook gazes at you, eyes big and hopeful.

You finally manage to talk, somewhat normally.

“Alright yeah, let’s do that”

Jungkook beams at you, bunny teeth showing.

And that smile, that wonderful smile.

It makes it all worth it.

[worldofbraingirlau]

"DAD PLEASE SAVE ME!" Steven felt his heart dropped when he heard his daughter's genuine terrified screams. He dropped what he was doing leaving Jenkins alone in the labs. Steven grabbed Bob and suited up as his alter Wordman and along with Bob now as Captain Huggy Face, he raced to the grocery store where he heard his daughter's screams originate. "What's going on here?" Wordman demanded in an angry tone. He soon spotted poor Mouse hiding under a table crying her heart out as she shook with fear. It broke Steven's heart seeing his child so distraught and frightened. It also made his blood boil more towards whoever was making his precious child react in such a way. He soon spotted the obvious source. A female cat human hybrid with black fur and heterochromia eyes was standing there. Her face was obviously surprised at his sudden appearance but she shook her head to compose herself as she stared back at him with a determined expression. "Who are you?" the woman demanded. Steven folded his arms, still wearing an angry expression. "I'm Wordman. The local hero. May I ask who are you and what are you doing here terrorizing Mousebraingirl?" Mousebraingirl seemed to snap out of her fear induced state long enough to glare at Wordman with a mad expression. "I don't want or need you here to defend me Wordman. I want my dad." Mousebraingirl pouted. She wasn't happy the annoying superhero showed up. Wordman turned to face Mousebraingirl with a much calmer expression as one would usually use to speak to a frightened child. "Don't worry Mousebraingirl. I can assure you I will get you out of this situation so you can go back to your dad." Wordman spoke with a kind smile before turning back to face the cat lady with the same angry look. It almost gave Carrie whiplash at just how fast his expressions changed. Carrie's face then became indignant as she remembered what Wordman asked her. "Hang on a second bub! I wasn't terrorizing her. I was trying to get her attention because she accidentally bumped into me and made me drop all of my fish. I didn't realize my appearance would have scared her so badly." Carrie felt bad about it now somewhat. She knows people usually freaked out over her appearance before. It never bothered her anymore, but now she assumed this Mousebraingirl must have a genuine phobia of cats. She felt bad about being the reason the little girl was frightened now. Carrie then frowned as she continued to speak. "And just for accusing me like that, I'm not going to bother to tell you my name so there." Carrie stuck her tongue at the guy. It may have been childish but she felt it was deserved. Wordman was about to retort when the Grocery Store manager who was still around spoke up. "Excuse me miss but did you want to pay for your fish now or later when Wordman takes Mousebraingirl away?" Carrie's eyes widened as she realized she was now caught because she had no intentions of paying. She was going to steal like Mousebraingirl was going to steal. She looked up at Wordman and gulped when his eyes narrowed at her. Carrie safely assumed he figured out she was going to steal those fish too. "So you're just another criminal scum who got caught red handed aren't you miss." Wordman spoke in a bitter tone. His expression was now much colder towards Carrie. @experimentedcat

{{{{{ Grumble! }}}}}}

Carrie tried to ignore her stomach grumbling. Knowing she didn't have food on hand at the moment nor money she knew she would have to find a way to eat.

Her stomach growled again. Hunger pains were setting in again. When was the last time she actually had something to eat ..?

So she did what anyone would do-

Rob the nearest store she could find.

Okay maybe not anyone. ..

She was hungry and being reasonable was the last thing on her mind as she stuffed some fish in her mouth. Ignoring the stares she got by the customers and store owner alike. She was used to being stared at, at this point.

@experimentedcat

Just as she was about to reach the exit a gust of wind knocked her over. Carrie laid splat on the ground as the fish she had "borrowed" was now scattered around her Carrie blinked in stunned surprise before she slowly got up from the floor. She rubbed her head as she tried to gain her barrings. "What hit me?" she muttered before turning around. Carrie for the first time since she escaped that awful place was shocked to see who knocked her over. "MWAHAHAHA!" The figured cackled. "It is I mousebraingirl! I am here to illegally acquire all of your precious freshly made yellow dairy concoctions." Mousebraingirl exclaimed with evil glee. Everyone in the store looked at her with confusion. "Your going to do what?" The Grocery Store Manager asked. Mousebraingirl frowned in annoyance. She hated that people still didn't know what certain words meant. Wasn't there a dictionary or a word themed superhero they could learn from? "I'm going to steal all your cheese now." Mousebraingirl restated in a less than enthusiastic tone of voice. The Grocery Store manager and crowd nodded as they now understood what she was saying. They then froze, their eyes wide open as they NOW understood what she was saying. The people in the store screamed and began running around in frantic motions as they panicked about being robbed. Mousebraingirl gave a huff as she crossed her arms. "Thats' better." she muttered before switching to a mischievous expression. "Now say goodbye to your precious cheese!" @experimentedcat

[thekentuckyhimbo]

Hey Jealousy

Pairing: Orange CassidyxReader

Warnings: smut, 18+, explicit sex, relationship jealousy

Words: 1.9k

Complete: Yes

Summary:

You and Orange Cassidy have been fooling around for a while. But considering his usually apathetic demeanour, you hadn't expected him to get jealous when another wrestler flirted with you.

Author's Note:

The most embarrassing thing about this is that I felt inspired to write OC smut because I rewatched The Fish Video™

When MJF started flirting with you, you hadn't realised what he was doing at first. You were hanging out backstage in catering, waiting for Brandon to come and film your next bit for BTE.

The pandemic had been hard on all of you, and sometimes it felt like it had sucked the life out of the industry and the air out of the Daley's Place wrestling ring. But in such a young company and with so many motivated people, they'd managed to find positives in it.

The main positive that you saw was days and evenings like this. Spent milling about the backstage area of Daley's Place, sometimes vlogging, sometimes filming BTE, sometimes working out or practising moves on one another. Sometimes just talking and spending time with your fellow wrestlers while you avoided going back to your depressing quarantine hotel rooms.

That was how you'd ended up realising MJF wasn't such a bad guy after all, and how you'd ended up in bed with Orange Cassidy.

Speaking of Orange, he was watching your conversation with Max. Orange wasn't convinced about Max being a good guy, and despite his sunglasses you could feel the harsh way he was looking at Max, eyeing him closely from behind the silver lenses.

Max leaned in towards you then and said something under his breath with a wink. You didn't really hear what he said because suddenly you could feel blood rushing in your ears. Your ears always turned red when you were embarrassed, and immediately you thought of the way Orange would point it out in bed and nip under your earlobe.

You were embarrassed now because, thinking back on the conversation you were having and Max's body language, it should have been painfully obvious that he was trying to pick you up. You wouldn't even call it flirting at that point, he had a look in his eye that told you he was looking for a warm body in his bed tonight.

Your eyes flicked towards Orange and then back to Max as you processed Max's words. You could practically feel how cold Orange was across the six foot distance between where you stood and where he sat. Max was asking if you wanted to hang out once your scene for BTE was done, you realised.

"Um... Maybe," you said weakly.

Max's eyebrows knitted together and he looked icily at Orange and then back at you. Max began to say something and you were terrified of what it might be, but then Brandon was walking into the room and calling you over.

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You laid in bed tossing and turning that night. It was 2AM and you'd been up since 5AM the previous morning. Exhaustion should have been hitting you by now, but you were up thinking about Orange instead.

He'd seemed so upset to see Max flirting with you. You figured it was just because Orange had wanted to hook up tonight, and had been disappointed that you might be busy with Max instead. For some reason that thought made you a little sad. Did you want something more than friends-with-benefits with Orange?

As if he could hear your thoughts, there was a small knock at the door. Orange always knocked quietly when he came to see you late into the night, knowing the surrounding rooms were filled with other wrestlers trying to sleep.

You got up quickly, not bothering to put on pants over your underwear and tank top. He'd seen you in plenty less anyway.

When you reached the door, you took a deep breath before you pulled it open. You couldn't pinpoint exactly why you were nervous, but you had a feeling Orange was going to be mad at you when you opened the door.

Finally, you bit the bullet and pulled the door open.

There was Orange, standing before you. No sunglasses, no double denim, hands clutched by his sides rather than in his pockets. He was wearing a worn old Chuck Taylor t-shirt, the one that looked like a whiskey label. And beneath that, a pair of worn grey sweatpants.

To be frank, he looked like shit. His spray tan had rubbed off of most of his face and neck, but was patchy and bright orange in some places. His eyes were red, and his usually perfect hair stuck up at all angles.

He took a step forward without saying anything, and you took a step back and to the side to get out of his way.

"What's wrong?" you asked, fearing the worst.

That someone might be hurt, that someone might have COVID. That maybe the pandemic was just too much and the whole company was folding. TK finally seeing business sense and cutting his losses.

Instead, Orange said:

"I didn't think you'd be here."

His voice cracked on the last syllable.

"It's 2AM. Where else would I be?" you asked dumbly.

"With Max," Orange snapped back immediately.

"I told Max 'no'," you replied truthfully.

You'd texted Max once you finished filming BTE with Brandon and told him you weren't interested in dating right now. Not the complete truth, but enough. He hadn't replied to you.

"Why?" Orange asked. His jaw was clenched like he was trying to be angry with you, but his voice still sounded hoarse and on the verge of tears. "It's not like we're dating," he muttered.

Orange looked down at his feet then - he was barefoot - and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

You moved further back into the room and sat down on the bed, staring at your feet too. You dragged your toes through the carpet. You didn't want to reply until you were sure what to say.

Orange was playing tough, but you weren't stupid. He was hurt. You could hear it in his voice. And the rational part of your brain knew that the only reason he would be hurt was because he was jealous. Because you weren't dating, but he wanted you to be.

"Are you upset because I flirted with Max, or are you upset because we're not dating and you wish we were."

Your question seemed to suck all of the air out of the room, and you didn't dare look up at Orange to see what his face looked like.

You heard him cross the room towards you, and you felt yourself shake a little. You figured this would be the end of whatever this was, and it made your chest ache.

But then Orange's hand was under your chin, forcing your face up to look at him. His features were hard and unreadable, which scared you even more. But this position, sat on the edge of the bed while he stood over you, was intimately familiar. A wave of arousal washed over you, mingling with the fear you felt.

"I want you all to myself," he said confidently.

The crack in his voice was gone now and his hand felt like it was burning against your skin.

"I want that too," you croaked weakly.

Then Orange was all over you. He pushed you down onto the bed and covered your body with his. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and in seconds he was pushing your panties to the side and shoving his own sweatpants down to free his dick.

He pushed inside of you immediately and you bit back a cry, throwing your head back and wrapping your legs even tighter around him. Your ass arched off the bed and he held your hips so that you stayed off the bed, thrusting into you hard enough that it hurt.

"No one else gets to touch you like this," he growled, pulling you up towards him by your hair so that he could kiss you.

The kiss was gentler than you expected. He opened you up slow and sweet, licking the inside of your mouth. While he did he let your hips down so you were sitting on his lap, which freed up his hands to pull your tank top off over your head.

You clawed desperately at his shirt to take it off and he huffed out a laugh at how frantic you were, fingers slipping on the hem more than once before you finally got it off.

Once his shirt came off and you saw him smiling down fondly at you, you fell apart.

You kissed Orange desperately on the mouth and then he was thrusting into you again. You buried your face into the crook of Orange's neck and the way he was rocking into your body made you purr against him.

He was still chuckling at your antics, even as he wove a hand between your bodies and found your clit. He was an expert at making you cum after all the nights you'd spent together, and you felt yourself coming undone even more.

"I love you like this," he hummed into your hair, pressing a kiss there.

You must have misheard him, your brain going to mush as he rubbed his thumb in circles over your clit. You were already getting close, and your legs began to shake around his waist.

"I love you too," you replied breathlessly.

You froze when you realised what you'd said, but Orange just wrapped his free arm around you and kept pushing you closer towards your orgasm.

Orange laid you down gently onto your back as you got close and when he thrust as deep into you as he could go you couldn't help but cum, clawing at the sheets and throwing your head back as a strangled moan escaped your throat.

Orange didn't relent after that, rocking you through your orgasm until your hips squirmed underneath him. Then he laid his hand flat on your stomach and held you still, snapping his hips in a quick rhythm.

You knew him well enough to know when he was close now. His knees would get a little shaky and he wouldn't be able to help but let a stray moan or two out as all of his brainpower focused on maintaining his rhythmic thrusts.

Tonight he was staring right into your eyes, leaning over you like he was searching for something.

"Tell me you love me again," he dared, eyes not leaving yours.

"I love you," you gasped immediately.

"Oh shit," he replied appreciatively.

Normally Orange was quiet when he came, and you couldn't help but feel like you were being trusted with another side of him that you didn't usually get to see. Greedily, you wanted more. You wanted to hear all the noises he could make.

"I love you," you said again, chanting it now, "I love you, Orange."

When Orange finally came he bent his head and groaned long and low into the pillow beside your head. You rubbed his back through it as his hips stuttered and finally stilled above you.

Orange didn't move until he caught his breath, and when he did he turned his head to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I love you too," he said, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.

Neither of you said much after that, laying quietly beside each other in bed like you'd done a thousand times before. You were starting to wonder if you'd hallucinated the whole thing when Orange rolled towards you and draped one arm over your side, being your big spoon.

"I meant it," he said quietly, voice cracking like it had when he'd first walked through the door tonight.

You grabbed his arm with both of yours and tugged him closer to you, so that your whole bodies were flush against each other.

"Me too."

"So no more flirting with Max," he said with a laugh, smacking your ass playfully.

But when you turned your head and looked up at him he looked anything but playful. He looked ready for round two.

[ladyvesuvia]

Captain Maybank

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Crushing on a classmate and confessing to him three years later.

WORDS: 2.0k

WARNING(S): usage of she/her pronouns, cursing, kissing, fluff, messy writing kinda, NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: for @pogueslandia cos i take long to rep i’m so sorry hajeiehdksjw anyway voila ALSO YAY GUESS WHO’S BACK i honestly intended for this to be an angst but couldn’t find ways to make it sad so have fluff :’)

Moving into a strange town of which you knew little to nothing about is terrifying because it should be. But honestly? You felt anything but.

It was liberating to walk the streets of an unfamiliar place however lost it made you feel, however parasitic. You parted with your friends from the city with emotional goodbyes but somehow you just knew you would eventually get over it.

“Sign’s a bit creaky now, isn’t it?” you said while you got your stuff together in an attempt to make friendly small talk, looking up at the aged sign of a fish you had also seen on the printed shirt of the man you could only assume owned the store.

He was wiping sweat away from his forehead. The man chuckled. “Mhm, been telling my son ‘bout that. For the record, it’s been half a year.”

“Sounds like a drag, sir.”

“Sounds like a drag indeed.” He nodded politely with a wave to excuse himself, soon jogging over to the other men carrying crates and crates of stock.

You swung your bag on your bag, finally ripping off the pack of a popsicle you’d bought from the nearest convenience store on your way here.

Outer Banks isn’t so bad, but you have yet to see for yourself when you go to school after the weekend.

——

Starting eighth grade in a school you knew nothing about should also be frightening, but it isn’t. The cute guy who almost never turns up makes it a little better. Okay, a lot better. You had even made a game out of it: if he comes to school, you’ll buy yourself something good and it always turns out great; you see him, you get yourself a new trinket, and you enjoy your day! The only problem is that he’s frequently absent.

Heck, you only know his name – JJ. And that’s only thanks to that one girl with curly hair who’d asked if he was free later that night.

“JJ,” she had half-whispered and half-hissed to him, poking him with her pen. “JJ!”

“What up?”

“You free tonight?”

Kinda bummed you out that he’d said yes.

Welp, you thought to yourself that day, scouting for someone new to like. Guess he’s taken.

And Typical You would’ve gone about your day, scouting the hallways for someone bearable. But you didn’t. See, you’d never been the type to critique each and every person you come across but, Lord, they made it so easy.

It didn’t help when a couple of girls invited you to sit with them and you learned more about their cliques.

“Pogues and Kooks?” you laughed. They didn’t seem so amused. “Oh, so it’s legit? Like, rich bitches are Kooks and. . .”

“I mean, we wouldn’t put it that way,” said one of them, seemingly defensive of your impression of them.

Goodness me, you thought to yourself. Do they think I’m a Kook? ‘Cause I’m from the city?

You made up your mind by then that, well, maybe an in-between clique would be nice. But you decided to prioritize scouting for a new person to like. A while after the information of the Pogues and Kooks came into your head, it was hard to unsee who these people were.

Guy by the lockers? Cocky.

Guy who offered to carry your bags? Gentleman, but smells like flip flops, the bad ones.

New guy who ran into you and held out his hand? Nope, because who the fuck wants to shake hands nowadays?

The one who sat just across from you in most of your classes? He’s alright, he’s great. Fantastic, even. He likes to sit with his legs a little bit too open in his seat, his leg prone to getting at least one student and or teacher to trip. The only problem? He’s JJ.

You barely even knew the guy! You laughed to yourself, taking in the amount of stupidity you were bringing upon yourself.

“Yes, Miss [Y/L/N]?” your teacher had asked from the front, bringing all eyes to burn you deeply. Unfortunately or fortunately, JJ was present, and you didn’t know if it made the situation better or worse, for however ashamed you were to be seen in that scenario, it sure felt good to be seen.

“Nothing, sir.” You feigned a cough. “Er — carry on.”

Maybe it was your situational disposition, but you could’ve sworn he had stared a little longer than everyone else.

Or maybe, just hopefully, he really was.

——

You weren’t a liar, but one summer night forced you to be one, what with an empty bottle on the surface of the one and only familiar boat.

“Okay, yeah, sure, maybe I did have a thing for John B three years ago but that was so long ago!” False. You’d been lying about who you liked in this friend group for a long while now, and the only one who knew was John B himself.

“Why’re you talking like he’s not here?” JJ snorted, patting John B at the back. “Also, I am not letting this go, I am totally gonna hold this against you.”

You shot John B an apologetic look, desperate to get out of the situation. You had only said you liked John B to, well, eliminate the possibilities of ever making it awkward with JJ.

“Mhm,” Kie nodded, her eyes narrowed. “If there’s nothing there, then kiss John B on the cheek.”

Fuck. “What are we, twelve? I’m not kissing anybody.”

“Fine,” said Kie, trying not to laugh. “Shake hands, then.”

“Fine,” you say.

Brows furrowed, you held out your hand to John B, who was conveniently just sitting across from you.

“So?”

“No, Kiara, still no.” Okay, I handled that pretty well. The worst is over.

“Alright, if you say so.”

“In fact,” you say, already tasting the next stupid thing you were about to say out loud. “I like . . . Pope.”

“Pope? You like Pope?” John B started, as if challenging you to keep on going. You don’t look at JJ; you would look anywhere but JJ’s way. “Too bad he’s not here, huh?”

“Some news,” JJ commented, laughing. The least you could do was, well, laugh along. What the hell were you supposed to do? What else should you have said?

That you like JJ? That you’ve been so head over heels for him the moment you met? That you thought those feelings would go away when you got to know him but it only got worse?

——

Kie had to leave because of her curfew. John B had to make you suffer, leaving you alone with JJ himself to clean up.

“Captain,” you greeted, offering a pretend salute to him.

“Madam,” he responds, bowing. “Ahoy.”

The two of you laugh, the running gag a big thing to the two of you. It’s fun, that’s it. And it’s so easy to be with him. Who’s to say what you have right now wouldn’t be ruined by the truth you hide in your heart?

On school days, you’d have pushed to get home already but it wouldn’t be so bad now, seeing that you’re already there. You sit at the stern, still holding the can of soda you had yet to finish; it had gone warm.

To your surprise, JJ sits next to you.

“Pope, huh?”

Nope, I’m just stupid. Please know I like you. Or don’t. Yep, better that you don’t.

“It’s just a crush,” you tell him, brushing it off. Please talk about something else instead.

“Those can hurt too, you know.” JJ sits down next to you, dipping his feet into the water, playing with the ripples that followed wherever he brought it. You did the same thing.

You snort. “Like you’d know anything about that, Captain Maybank.”

JJ shrugged. “Eh, what do you know, the ladies wanna cruise with me.”

“Aw, you have your way with words, you know that?”

Silence. A good one? You decide it is anyway.

You raise your feet off the water, waiting until your side stilled before tapping at the surface with your toe. A good webbed ripple danced along the water. Ripple by ripple, it’s beautiful. It brings the same kind of satisfaction you get when dominoes fall on each other and the sound of it all going down is consistent.

All was well until the urge to confess came.

“You’d like anybody but me, wouldn’t you?” JJ said, causing you to almost tip over. Thankfully, you caught yourself before the worst could attack.

“What?”

“Kidding,” he said, but the breeziness in it was gone. “Captains make jokes.”

Silence once more. Probably not the best kind.

“I lied,” you find yourself saying. Fuck. No turning back. You can’t take back a ripple or rearrange dominoes once one has already been tipped over. “I’ve been lying and I am so, so, sorry and this is probably a bad idea because I have no escape because we’re in the middle of night waters and I can’t drive the damn boat in case you freeze and–”

“Hey, hey, breathe,” JJ said, laughing. You do, but only because you would die if you don’t. “Okay, go on.”

“And – and – uh, where was I? Right! I guess what I’m just trying to say is this is stupid but I like you and I only said I liked John B and Pope is because I don’t wanna ruin our friendship because I know you see me as a friend, and, well, I mean, don’t you?”

“Oh,” JJ said.

“Fuck, I am so, so, sorry. Just — just forget I ever said anything and pretend I’m hammered and just bring us back to the docks—”

“Can I kiss you?”

You froze, evidently not because of the cold, but probably partly that as well. “What?

“Well, I can’t not ask for permission first, you know,” he said, laughing. He watched you for a while, but you said nothing, for probably a solid forever. “So, uh, can I?”

“Is it a pity kiss?”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” And he inched closer, and the closer he went, the more your heart did the stupid thing it always does at the sight of anything remotely close to affection.

But what came next could’ve killed you in the best way possible – his lips were on yours for the first time, and your hands were awkwardly placed on your lap, unsure if it was still mobile. Was it?

——

It was more than just a pity kiss. The following weeks were enough to answer that; you’d never been so happy. So much more time spent on the boat, most of which were spent with just the two of you taking advantage of each other’s company.

Surprisingly, he attended school more. It’s fun, it’s great, it’s everything you could ever ask for and more. He knew you so well, and you him.

A routine of Captains and Madams just made you warm all over, and you hated the warm. It’s hard to explain, really. You’d never had anything like it. It’s something you can’t just write, something words couldn’t account for, and it’s well known that words do a lot of work.

It’s, as general and as direct as you can explain it, brilliant.

“Why do you even like me?” you ask him on a Friday night when he’d excused the two of you from your friends, hanging out in the same place you two had let out the truths out of you.

JJ looked at you with that same smile you had always longed to see. “Why don’t I?”

“That’s such a cowardly answer!” you teased. “I’m kidding, it’s a good answer. I just want you to elaborate.”

Was it weird that as of this moment, you are holding the hand of someone you never thought you’d be more than friends with? Totally. In a good weird, though.

He began to count with his free hand, listing off things he likes about you. “You’re funny, you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re . . . you. You’re [Y/N]. And I like that I don’t have to pretend to be someone else with you. I like that I like me with you.”

“Hm, is it just me or is JJ Maybank getting all moochy with me?”

“That he is, and rightfully so.”

The two of you played with the ripples more that night, watching the moonlight distort along its surface, and with it your faces.

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