#it is giving swimming pool but i love it actually. and blue is by far the easiest to gif

[lobaznyuk]

very realistic test gif for the paris arena

[stubz]

Tuk didn't like this. She didn't like having to carry the tank and mask, didn't like being on the ship, and certainly didn't like this coal-ition.

But they could help Mom and Dad get rid of the RDA and they were healing Neteyam so she was trying not to whine. Well not too much.

It made her feel a little better that Loak and Kiri didn't like this place either. Spider was still deciding.

Right now they on a tour of the ship, their guide looked like a fluffy Prolemuris, or as Dad called them, a monkey. It was boring.

Only the others found it cool and that's cause Spider can breathe and all the new creatures they saw and the science thingy's.

So when Tuk heard the sound of kids laughing around the corner she followed it.

Down a large hallway she saw a giant door with a huge sign that said something care something. She wasn't really paying attention when Dad and uncle Norm tried teaching her how to read.

Looking back and seeing that the others were too busy to stop her she walked in.

Inside was a giant room filled with kids, tables, stuff, more stuff and toys.

"Hi, are you new here?" she looked down and saw another creature that looked like their guide, a tiny fluffy monkey thing.

"Uhh yeah. What is this place?"

"This is the youngling centre. It's where we stay until our parents can take us home. I'm Marl."

"Tuk."

"...what are you?"

"Huh?"

"What are you? I've never seen anyone so tall, or blue."

"Uh a Na'vi. ..what are you?"

"I'm a Ursa." for a moment they stared at each other. As most children do when seeing something/someone new.

"Put your foot in for freeze tag!"

"Ooo freeze tag! Come on lets go play!"

"What's freeze tag?"

"It's a new game we just learned. Its easy." The little Ursa grabbed Tuk's tail using it as a leash to pull her along.

.

Freeze tag was Tuk's new favorite game. She loved running and there was lots of running and even if she got caught she could get out if someone unfreezed her.

The books were also fun. Marl read to her and let her hold the book. She liked the one's by Robert Munch, she also liked his funny name.

There were lots of other things to do too. There was a climbing area with fake tree tops and lots of ropes to swing on. In the back there was a shallow pool to swim in, it was fun but she didn't like having to dry off with the scratchy towels.

There were was blocks that stuck together which made building easier. Tons of markers, crayons, and paint that was hard to get back at home. They even got lunch.

"Okay kids you know the rules, grab a plate a drink and find a spot to sit."

"Teacher Max we need a chair for Tuk!"

"One chair coming right up...wait who?"

"Tuk. She's new."

It was at this moment Tuk realized she hadn't noticed the two adults in charge here. And it was at this moment that said adults realized they had one more child than usual.

"Oh hey, nice to meet you. Tuk was it," she nodded. "I'm Max and that's Kim. We're the teachers here."

Of all the new creatures and beings Tuk's seen so far it was only now that she was nervous. Humans had that effect on her. Not all humans, Spider definitely never made her nervous, but new ones did.

She knew her Dad used to be one, loved and liked uncle Norm and all the human scientists her family knew. But ever since what happened to Neteyam and their home, both the old one and new one, she was a little nervous.

"Do you like it here so far?" Luckily for her Max had noticed her nerves and knelt down to give her the advantage of height and to look her in the eyes.

She nodded.

"Well that's good. What do you like so far?"

"...the games...and drawing stuff and the food, it's good." he laughed.

"Well thank you, it's a family recipe. And I'm sure Kim will be happy to hear that you like the games she's taught the kids."

With that he gave her a chair and left her to finish her meal with Marl.

..

"Hi Tuk, I'm Kim."

"...hi."

"I noticed that your really tall. How old are you? 20?"

"No? I'm only 7." she smiled.

"What?? No way. You're almost as tall as me!"

"Actually Teacher, I think she's taller than you."

"No!"

"Tuk Tuk, stand up! Let's see!"

She got up and true enough she was taller than the adult by 2 inches.

"Holy...I didn't actually think you'd be taller than me." Kim had seen tall kids before but never had she met a kid taller than her this young.

The children laughed cheering that finally someone was taller than their shortest teacher. Tuk couldn't help but join in, standing on her tippy toes to make her even taller.

"Okay, okay that's enough. Calm down. Now, Tuk, since your so tall do you think you could help me with something?" Tuk hesitated but nodded.

Kim lead her to a tall bookshelf that had a doll stuck ontop of it.

"This has been stuck there for the whole day and we can't get it since the bookshelf can't be climbed and the ladder is broken. So what I'm thinking is you get on my shoulders and grab it. Sound good?"

"I get on your shoulders?"

"You don't have to if your scared of heights, I can ask one of the other kids or just wait."

"I'm not scared of heights," she pouted. "I just don't think you can carry me. I'm big and your small."

"Oh really?" and before Tuk could say anything she was tossed over Kim's shoulder.

"Still think I'm too small!" the blue child shrieked with laughter until she was put down and together the two got the doll down.

...

"What do you think the emergency is about?"

"Maybe Smelv burnt dinner again."

"Nah I don't think so. Captain look a little too tense for a simple fire alarm."

"So I called all of you here because we have a missing child. She was last seen on a tour of the ship with her siblings. Her name is Tuk and she is a Na'vi; tall, tail, blue, bi-pedal." he brings up a hologram of her from the security footage.

"...JAMES CAMERON WAS RIGHT?!"

"...shit I knew we weren't expecting another kid."

....

"Dad! Dad! Can I go to school here?"

"Your grounded. As are all of you." he added looking at his older kids. Plus Spider.

"Aww, Kim, Max, can I go to school here?"

"...uh Tuk, I think that's a question for another day..." preferably when your mom isn't about to bite my head off thought Kim.

"Yeah definitely. Definitely not the best time right now." Max was sweating bullets trying not make eye-contact with the Captain who was very not subtlety growling at him.

'We fucked up.' they both thought.

[yanderecrazysie]

I actually love the idea of Haru being a kuudere yandere, can we get a shot about that?

Raeder tries to get along with him by talking to him and seeing as how he doesn't seem to mind her she went as far as venting to him. But when she started venting about specific people those people started vanishing. And when she talked to Haru about this, she got disturbed by how he somehow got colder and started talking like 'why do you care about them? didn't you say they bother you?' 'why are you so invested in that guy's disappearance? don't tell me you liked him back or something'

Giving her the sinking feeling, that there's seriously something wrong here and eventually stopped talking to him all together. But he wouldn't let her cut ties with him.

This plot is *chef’s kiss* mwah! I knew the perfect song for this too lol

Title: Jishu

Pairings: Nanase Haruka x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, implied murder, swearing

Summary: You’re pretty sure there’s something dark inside your kuudere friend.

“Yes! I did it!

I dropped that girl into hell.

So? Is there a problem?

Everyone hated her, right?

はい！私がやりました！

あの子を奈落へ落としました

で？だから何か問題が？

だって皆あの子嫌いでしょ？”

- from “Jishu” by Roce

You felt like you could tell Haru anything.

Talking with Haru came easily, the words flowing from your mouth like the waterfalls he loves. You could talk about anything you wanted, and he’d sit there and listen attentively. You could talk about your day, talk on and on about your new favorite book series, or rant about things that went wrong or people that annoyed you.

If you were to be honest, you did a lot more ranting than anything else.

“...and she’s just so full of herself!” you finished, flinging your arms out in frustration. Haru barely blinked, watching you with those ocean-blue eyes.

“Does she bother you anymore?” Haru asked simply.

You took a moment to think about it. “Well, I think she’s home sick, so she hasn’t bothered me the past few days.”

Haru nodded seriously and said, “Good.”

You really should have put two and two together.

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“This guy just won’t stop flirting with me,” you said in disgust, stabbing your meal with your fork. 

Your bad-tempered attention on your food meant you missed the way Haru’s eyes darkened with anger. He laid down his chopsticks and looked down at his own meal, appetite gone.

“What’s his name?”

“Of course his name is Chad. Why wouldn’t it be?” you rolled your eyes, “He doesn’t have a big chin like the memes, but damn is his ego big.”

“Which class?” Haru asked, his voice suddenly sharper than before.

“We share History,” you snorted, “But you’d think it was sex-ed with the way he talks.”

Haru’s hand curled into a fist but he said nothing.

You continued to vent, completely unaware of Haru’s reaction. “I just wish he’d leave me alone,” you finished, “He can’t take a hint at all.”

Haru’s eyes met your own. The quiet boy took a moment to think before saying, “He’ll change his mind.”

You laughed, “If only it were that easy.”

Haru nodded and picked up his chopsticks again, eating in silence.

After that day, Chad vanished from your life. He no longer sat next to you in history, putting his lanky arm around your shoulder while you squirmed in disgust. He no longer lingered in the hallways, following you to your locker while boasting loudly. He no longer seemed to exist at all.

At first you were relieved, but worry started to sink in. It had been weeks since anyone had seen him and students were beginning to gossip about what had happened to the creep.

You found Haru swimming in the university pool and approached him, “Hey, Haru- have you heard anything about Chad? He went missing almost a month ago.”

Haru stared at you, his expression unreadable, “Why are you asking about him?” his voice was cold- harsher than usual, “I thought you didn’t like him.”

A chill shot down your spine, “I don’t… but it’s just weird that he’s gone. People are worrying, y’know?”

Haru climbed out of the pool, not breaking eye contact. His eyes narrowed, “Why do you care so much? He was bothering you, right?”

You swallowed dryly, “Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to him. He’s still a human.”

“Is that all it is?” Haru’s voice was even colder and harsher now, spitting out each word as though they were venom, “You have feelings for him, don’t you?”

“Of course not!” you protested, “But-”

You fell silent when a chilling smile graced Haru’s face, “Then don’t worry. He won’t harm you again. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Your heart stopped, “Haru… did you do something to Chad?”

The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, the near-demonic smile only adding fuel to your terror. “I need to go.”

Haru reached out, his hand brushing against your arm gently, “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”

“What did you do?” you demanded.

Haru shook his head, “I wouldn’t want to worry you.”

You stepped away from him, heart pounding in your chest. This wasn’t the Haru you once knew. This was someone dangerous.

You did the only thing you could think of- you fled. You ran like a bat out of hell, all the way back to your dorm. Tears streaked down your face by the time you reached safety. 

Haru… your closest confidant… what had he done to those people?

You had doomed them by talking about them to him.

You couldn’t decide… did you really want to know what he did…?

Or did you want to live blissfully unaware?

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I simply must speak my truth

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Thanks so much cal💕

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Hahahaha love it!

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Buck can’t stress enough the fact that Eddie helps with everything. All of it. In fact, in the lead up to Buck getting the yay or nay decision on Dove coming to live with him, Eddie is very involved. 

There’s no reason for Buck not to take it at face value. Eddie said he’d have his back and he does. The same way Buck has always done for him where Chris is concerned. At least, when he can. Buck assumes it’s just Eddie supporting him the way he said he would. 

Beyond just being someone to lean on and finding Buck the apartment, he does a ton. He helps Buck move. All the heavy lifting and annoying little repairs, right there beside Buck. He helps him shop for new, kid-friendly furnishings. Including a whole new bedroom. He gives over what things of Christopher’s he can; old kids books and toys. He gives Buck pep talks before different appointments with social services. He’s there every step of the way, and Buck never has to ask. 

Buck gets used to it, sort of. Not that he isn’t already used to Eddie being around a lot. He is. But it’s a bit of a different dynamic than it was before. Their roles are shifting slightly, and Dove isn’t even here yet. But already, Buck can feel himself relying on Eddie. Like there’s a steady thrum accompanying this pulse, saying, as long as I’ve got Eddie, I can do this. 

Then, two days after he officially moves in, he gets the call. He’s been approved. Dove will be with him within forty-eight hours. 

It’s all sort of a rush. He prepared for this, but part of him never really thought he’d be approved. No matter how encouraging his friends and family - and Deirdre and Angie - have been, he doubted it. Like it’s one thing for Connor and Kameron to ask him for sperm out of the blue, but would the actual government trust him with a full person? It sounds unlikely! And yet, here he is. Anticipating her actual arrival.

What a world.

Buck has to accelerate his preparations. He calls and takes a leave of absence from work. This qualifies him for parental leave, and with Gerrard at the helm of the 118, he won’t miss the job as much as he might have. He calls his doctor and asks what he needs to do to add her as a patient. He calls his dentist and does the same. Apparently he’s overthinking that process, because it’s not so complicated. He calls the school district to get her enrolled for fall. He stocks his fridge with any snack, cereal, or meal ingredient he ever remembers Chris or Jee liking. Probably overdoes it, honestly, but he doesn’t know what she likes. 

By the end of the day, he’s exhausted. Completely drained, but he can’t sleep. Laying in bed, brain moving a hundred miles an hour, he calls Eddie. Eddie, who also doesn’t sleep great these days. 

“I’m terrified,” he admits into the phone. 

“I’d tell you not to be, but that won’t help anything,” Eddie says.

“No. It won’t.”

“What I will say is, just because you’re scared, doesn’t mean you won’t do great.”

Buck takes a deep breath. “Thanks, Eddie.”

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The first boy Shannon ever kissed was Sterling Macleod. They dated in the ninth grade. As much as fifteen year-olds can date, over a span of three months. Her best friend at the time, Destiny, called them Stannon. She kind of hated it but didn’t say anything. 

Sterling was nice. He really liked Green Day. Like more than Shannon thought was normal. But she could overlook it because he was a good kisser, as far as she knew at the time, and invited her over to his place to play with his chocolate labs. He had a bunch of SNL episodes on his DVR and they’d watch it together while eating his mom’s homemade snacks. It was a good, easy time in her life. 

A week after Sterling broke up with her because he didn’t need the distraction from lacrosse, he almost drowned in his friend’s swimming pool. He hit his pool doing a trick off the diving board. Sank like a stone, apparently. Shannon doesn’t know. She wasn’t there. 

She just remembers feeling guilty. Deeply, strangely guilty. When she found out, she cried until she threw up. Her mother, stunned at the level of Shannon’s upset, rubbed her back and made her herbal tea.

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Janet had said. “It was an accident. You weren’t even at the pool.”

“We were supposed to go to the movies today,” she’d hiccuped. “But he broke up with me.”

“That’s not your fault, Shan. You didn’t choose it.”

“If I’d been a better girlfriend he wouldn’t have had to dump me and then we’d be at the movies and then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt!” 

The next day, Shannon’s period came, and her mother laughed off the whole thing.

“That’s why you were so hysterical, my sweet girl.”

She hadn’t meant any harm by it. And for a while, Shannon believed her. She’d just been hormonal and overreacting and that’s why she felt a sick, anxious pit in her stomach for two weeks after the pool incident, and then again for two years whenever she thought of Sterling. She was just hysterical. Dramatic. 

But then it kept happening. 

She got pregnant and ruined Eddie’s future. She couldn’t give birth properly, the one thing her body should have been able to do. Christopher got stuck and hurt because of her body. Eddie got shot out of the sky, battered with bullets, because of all of that. It didn’t matter how many times she asked him to come home. He was there because of her. And it almost killed him. 

So there was that pit in her stomach. That anxious, guilty pit. And it grew and grew and grew… 

None of this really matters right now. None of it’s really relevant. What’s relevant right now, as she leans over the rooftop of a fucking Panda Express, watching the water drag Buck’s Jeep away like it weighs nothing at all, is that she can’t see Buck. He has plummeted beneath the water and she hasn’t seen him resurface again. 

So for some reason, all Shannon can think of is Sterling Macleod. 

This is your fault, Shannon. 

“BUCK!” Christopher is shrieking. “BUCK! BUCK!”

Shannon stretches her torso a little farther over, careful not to overextend her top-heavy midriff so that she might not pull herself back again. 

“BUCK!” She calls, too. 

[heartbreak-sandwich]

ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 3 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - NSFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ✨

A/N: Another continuation of these shorts leading up to a smutty encounter with your lifeguard coworker, Billy ❤️‍🔥 This is the last time I'll keep you waiting, I PROMISE. The ending of this short has some NSFW mention, and the next part will contain the smutty goodness we've been waiting for! Thank you again to all of you who have enjoyed my work so far, and I love you lots! 🥰

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

XXXXX

As the last few stragglers made their way from the pool to the locker room exit, Billy strutted into the office toward the front entrance to lock up for the night. You knew he was going to try to pawn all the work off onto you again, and you weren’t having it.

You quickened your pace, heading to the chemical storage and control room to fetch the cleaning supplies. You had been planning to stick him with some chores your entire shift, and this was your opportunity. You knew you had to be firm but still tactful enough so as not to damage his ego to the point of triggering a fight. You stood up tall and took a sharp inhale and exhale, bracing yourself before marching out to face Billy.

Just as you suspected, he was stretched out on a pool lounger, twirling the string of his whistle over and over in his hand, letting it spin faster the more it wound up. You hated how pretty he looked - the glow of his tan skin making his red swim shorts pop, one muscular leg crossed over the other, sunglasses hiding his ocean blue eyes and propping up a couple of his stray curls - damn.

Just glancing at him made this harder than you thought it would be. Billy smiled wide and smacked his gum when he noticed you approaching with a bleach bucket in hand and a towel swung over your shoulder.

“Already working hard, I see. That’s what I love about you,” he condescended, slathering his tone in honey again. Your stomach did a backflip, and you knew you were in danger of giving yourself away via scarlet visage, so you firmly stepped over to him and shoved the bleach bucket into his hands, tossing the towel into it.

“Charming,” you retorted with sarcasm. “I prepped these for you. You can wipe down the outdoor furniture while I finish up the books inside. Then we’ll put the cover on together. Deal?” The air between you shifted, and for a moment, you were uneasy not knowing what Billy’s reaction would be.

Your posture stiffened completely when he stood up methodically, placed the bleach bucket on his lounger, and towered over you. He smacked his gum once, twice, three times, and removed his sunglasses, tucking them in to hang from his shorts. Every motion was painfully slow, squeezing at your insides and provoking your physical need for him.

“How kind,” he said simply, leaning forward and locking eyes with you until you felt like you were about to drown in them. Noticing your courage wavering, a dark, low laugh escaped his chest as he turned away from you to pick up the bleach bucket and begin his task. “I’ll be honest, princess, I didn’t think you had that kind of fire in you.”

Your body relaxed a bit, realizing there was no danger present, but you eyed him suspiciously expecting some kind of surprise - this was Billy Hargrove, after all, and he might play nice, but he never played fair. He began to gather all of the outdoor furniture under the awning, and you came to the conclusion that he was actually going to do as you asked. There’s no way it’s that easy.

Billy turned back to you, smirking as if he knew something you didn’t. “I’ll never underestimate you again,” he declared confidently. You knew he was right. Somehow, even though you had gotten exactly what you wanted, he had still won, but you didn’t have time to think about what that meant for you. You turned quickly and half ran back into the office to finish your job, hearing a small chuckle come out of Billy, and you’re sure it was due to your brisk retreat.

When you were safely out of sight, your cheeks betrayed you once again with their signature burn, and you thought maybe, just maybe, giving into your temptation would be easier - and much more satisfying - than doing these superfluous back-and-forths with him.

You sighed heavily as you pulled out the cash drawer and started counting. At least you had this time to consider how you would approach this proposition with him. For now, all you could do was try not to lose count of the change while giving your best effort to deny the wet heat gathering in your bathing suit bottoms.

PART 4 ❤️‍🔥

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

what is it about cruise ships that you find ugly? like are there any specific ones you hate or is it just all of them?

okay so ive been puzzling over to how to answer this for A While™ because:

theres so many ugly cruise ships i would love to roast, and theres a part of me that wants to make a sideblog about it a la @mcmansionhell but for cruise ships

i am autistic and this is my special interest and i also want to infodump about ship design conventions

theres also really pretty oceanliners like the ss france that got converted into cruise ships where the magical girl transformation sequence malfunctioned badly.

its not always just like the exterior thats badly designed, theres both Awful design inside the ship like the disney wish, and Awful business plans and conduct like the epirotiki lines

...but, thats a lot.

so instead, ive settled on four exterior design issues that i think you can see in a lot of cruise ships even if you dont know shit about ships.

this is by no means an exhaustive list but just some common observations that you will see in 97% of cruise ships.

im also gonna include an example ship for each and also further examples when needed.

so without further ado:

1. your ship looks like a bus and a ferry had an unholy love affair that ended with a baby neither wanted.

as an example of this anchor-christ, may i introduce you to the celebrity edge

something about the stern (back) just reminds me of diamond busses here in the uk while the bow (front) has a distinctly ferry-like look.

the super-structure that you see peaking above the spaceship-bridge on the bow is giving me double-decker bus energy.

the orange viewing box elevator thingy gives construction site energy, but also gives me public transport vibes? like i can just see something similar being added on buses with no explanation and we'd all just be like i guess buses are getting the budget silicon valley treatment.

further, celebrity edge has relatively sharp angles at the stern and bow. if you look at a lot of ocean liners, youll see shallower sweeping angles curving down, while a lot of cruise ships will have these sharper angles (though by angles, i mean curves still) or just will stop at the stern:

[Image ID: collage with five ships. In the top left corner, there are two images with the profiles of the SS France and the SS Andrea Doria. In the top right, there is the stern of the MSC Meraviglia. Bottom left: the stern of the Costa Deliziosa. Bottom right: stern of the Norwegian Epic]

though not pictured above, the rms queen mary actually earned her title at the miss pacific ocean competition where a cruise ship will never win because theyre just too ugly.

but my point is that the abrupt ending of superstructure and ship at the stern looks like a bus. it just does.

there is also like "this is just a block of flats" energy with the costa deliziosa, but thats getting into the next point:

-

2. oh no gang, billy bear misplaced his msc seaside hotel and now its floating out to sea on a barge! can you help him?

yes this is a butlins reference, what are you gonna do about it? call a red coat on me?

the msc seaside is one of many cruise ships where it looks like someone put a hotel on a barge... which is what a cruise ship actually is.

like, they are barely ships. anyone who says theyre going on a cruise to explore the ocean is trying to buff out their tinder bio. while cruise ships technically can sail across oceans, they dont. their journeys are incredibly short they sail very close to land, avoid any rough weather and its mandatory for all of their captains to have a north american blue grouse fursona.

and thats all because a cruise ship is hotel complex on a barge. its purpose is not to sail far because its just a hotel. there are multiple swimming pools and restaurants and night clubs and fucking rollercoasters on some of them. you can buy souvenirs, you can go do yoga, you can get a massage and as long as your surname doesnt end with a double n, you can put your kid into the available childcare.

forget sending the british army to pontins during covid, lets send them to pontoons!

hotels on barges are the most common version youll see, but there are other variations which include:

chopping mall 2: carnivore cruises

the 2006 remake of the anchor-christ: abargements/if youre renting in a block of flats on a barge, do you pay rent to a waterlord or is your landlord firmly stood on ground?

the happiest place on earth: disneywater!

the entire shenanigans going on with the freedom ship which i do not have time or energy to get into right now, so lets all just calm and down and take a breath and...

-

...3. close your eyes, imagine, feel it. youre on a cruise ship, the ovation of the seas; its an early august night and petrichor deluges the air. the skies above you glisten, a whirlpool of colour illuminated by hundreds of tiny flecks of light. youre alone on the deck, standing at the stern with your arms precariously balanced on the barrier as you turn your attention to the ocean below. its dark, the gentle waves nearly imperceptible yet bar the bone-white crests against the hull. you watch, captivated, listening to the ocean sing its terrible song. yet then somewhere behind you, the mellow thud of hoofs on the wooden deck weaves between the waves and the melody. you look up, lock eyes, feel a hurricane surround you as he stares back, do you remember to count his fingers?

so, you might have noticed that a lot of modern cruise ships, especially the bigger ones, look like some check-mark tech-bro on the bird app used an ai to steal the work of naval architects, photographers, artists, etc. to generate "their own design" for a cruise ship.

the example i chose for this was the ovation of the seas:

the super-structure has copy and paste vibes. the ship also looks like its lurching forward to attack me but thats beside the point.

one of the issues the designers for these ships - i would say naval architects but cruise lines sometimes choose someone for head of design who is not a naval architect and has never been on a ship before for shits, giggles and profits- run into is that its really difficult to make a long blank wall look good.

if youve ever made a house in the sims, youve probably ran into this yourself. youre happily building your house and it looks really good at the front and the back, but the side of it is just a wall and adding windows is giving copy and paste vibes.

my trick for this is either fake chimney, add an extra small popout, vines everywhere or hide it with trees, but these are not viable options for a cruise ship.

trust me, i checked:

hence, we end up with very long ships where its just ctrl c ctrl v for 300+ metres.

so how do you fix this?

well, idk maybe you could take notes from any of the longer ocean liners built in recent history.

you know, like the ss united states or the rms queen mary 2 or the ss michelangelo or the ss normandie or the mv kungsholm or the ss principe perfeito:

now im not saying all of these liners are the most beautiful boats ever; theyre not. as much as i adore her, queen mary 2 is a little ugly. most of them even have an element of copy and paste.

but none of them feel ai-generated. and a lot of them look really really pretty. you can tell that they were designed by human beings.

because the naval architects and naval designers who knew what they were doing. weve got clever use of colours, gorgeous use of curves and sweeping lines that balance out all the design elements. the sameness is broken up when possible, and the ship has focal points designed within to catch your eye.

and all of them have beautiful bows. most ocean liners had/have noticeable bows due to functionality; they needed sharp bows to cut through waves because they were crossing the ocean every week. and so extra care would be taken to both make the bow work for its function and also, look really fucking cool.

the ss normandie specifically has a unique bow shape and structure designed by vladimir yourkevitch, a russian naval architect who had emigrated to france after the russian revolution.

the bow is slanted and looks almost clipper-like. theres this clear bulbous bulb (thats the wrong term but the bit at the bottom) beneath the waterline. this design is matched with a slim hull designed to be hydrodynamic, which made her a very fast ship.

she and the rms queen mary fought over the blue ribband for several years before ww2 broke out. [x][x]

its a little wibbly-wobbly-looking but it gives her a very distinct profile and she just looks really cool. you dont notice the repeating pattern of windows on the super structure because of how striking her entire design is.

and well, there has been attempts to capture this with cruise ships.

they run into problems with it though because their bows are not designed the way ocean liners' bows were because a cruise ship does not need to cut through waves. itd be really weird if you were in a fancy restaurant and you were giving a steak knife for your caesar salad.

so what else can you do to make your bow look so beautiful her kissing booth would be sold out all weekend?

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4. your bow art is ugly. it is ugly. it is really ugly. please stop putting art on your bow. it is all ugly.

yeah.

take a moment .

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its okay.

i promise

,

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shes not real.

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you can breathe.

take another breath.

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youre okay.

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are you scrolled far down enough that you cant see her anymore?

yeah so that was the aidanova. probably the worst bow art i have ever encountered but im yet to encounter any bow art that isnt awful.

pride of america is terrible; caribbean princess' is just completely out of place; norwegian prima is the epitome of "what the fuck?"; majestic princess' makes the ship look naked somehow.

now i will concede that a lot of bow art is probably aimed at children because family cruises are a thing, but i wont concede that it changes anything.

the bow art is still ugly and i struggle to see how it would be appealing to a child. like engaging children is more than just throwing some bright colours and patterns on a canvas? children are smarter than that and even in my joking post making fun of cruise ships, im not gonna stand for the way we invalidate the personhood of children. theyre not things to be distracted with simple solutions.

weirdly the aidanovas is the one id be less harsh about in terms of engaging children because there is more to dig into like a boat version of thomas the tank engine or like how do boat body work? the art isnt surface level.

but its still just ugly. the shape of the bow does not compliment the face and the change in colour in the eyes is very distracting.

tbh, if youre gonna do bow art, youve got two options that arent awful:

actually aim it at kids in a way thats not just surface level look at bright colour braxter. have focus groups with kids, gets their feedback, have kids contribute. respect the intelligence and personhood of kids.

just go all out. balls to the fucking wall, just break every damn rule in the book and apply every technique your art teacher hated. the ship is gonna be ugly anyway, make it fun ugly. camp is in. pantomime it up in this bitch!

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and anyway, that concludes my "brief" answer to this question 👍

btw if you would follow a blog that just trashes cruise ships because of how ugly they are, please tell me because like, if enough people would enjoy it to make the effort worth it, i Will do it.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Soul Bound

Chapter Ten- And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

Also posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

Trigger warnings- descriptions on medical treatments for cancer, implied abuse, and mentions of marijuana.

Authors note- hope y'all don't mind Arons lore drop. This is mostly a filler chapter to be completely honest.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take

When people run in circles, it's a very, very

Mad world

Mad World- Gary Jules, Michael Andrews version

Piano.

Aron had always loved the piano, the first instrument she’d ever learned to play. The earliest memory she has of them was from when she was a young child, around nine years old. She had blonde hair and big, bright blue-green eyes that were filled with curiosity. She also had a sunburn from swimming in the pool with her kid sister and father the day before, nothing unusual in the Florida summer heat.

She was sitting in her friend's, watching as the slightly older girl had pulled out a small, colorful keyboard. The friend decided to indulge in Aron’s interest and teach her a simple song. ‘Mary had a little lamb.’

Aron had a focused expression on her face as she watched the brown-haired girl easily play the keys. It fascinated her, seeing someone create a tune so effortlessly. She wasn’t jealous, but she certainly felt envious. “You’re so good at that!”

The girl chuckled. “Thanks! This song is super-duper easy.”

She showed Aron a few more times before they decided it was time to give her a try. The first few times, she’d get the key wrong and have to restart. Of course, the young girl would get frustrated, forcing laughs as her friend joked at her expense. Though even as she made jokes, she would correct Aron’s mistakes effectively. It wasn’t long before Aron perfected the simple tune.

As soon as Aron returned home, she went to her dad. He was tall and a bit thin with what some could see as a beer belly, though Aron knew the actual cause of his enlarged abdomen was a tumor. He had tan skin and dark, thinning hair with eyes that were similar to Arons except greener. Even at her young age, Aron could see the exhaustion in them. As soon as he saw his daughter, he lit up and grinned at her. “Hey!”

He was currently sitting in the recliner, Aron’s little sister sitting on his lap as she watched football with him, though she rested far to the left side. He had a black bag resting over the right side of his stomach with wires sticking out of it that connected to his central venous catheter, a tube that traveled through his vein and pumped chemo into his body. Aron didn’t glance at it for any more than a moment; she knew he hated when a big deal was made about it, especially his own young children.

Aron ran over and carefully hugged him, avoiding his pump almost instinctively. “Daddy! Guess what I did at her house!”

“What did you do?” he asked her curiously, making the child giggle.

“I played piano!” she said excitedly, smiling widely. “It was so fun! I loved it and I was really bad at it for the first times I played but then I got better and it was so cool.”

“Good job!” he praised her, giving her a high five. 

She smiled more at his approval. “I want one! Can we please get one?”

Their dad chuckled in response, giving the typical speech about how her birthday would be coming up in a few months. Aron didn’t press farther than that, leaving the hope in the back of her mind that she would receive one.

Just as she hoped, a distant aunt bought her a keyboard for her tenth birthday. It was marketed specifically for children; small and purple with pink star designs and a fake microphone with it, along with a stand that connected to the electronic piano. 

Aron was over the moon, playing and singing with it at any chance she got. She would put up small concerts for her father when he was sick, singing soft melodies as she played simple chords. Along with art and dance, it was something she showed passion in. Sometimes she would play a song with the recorder on, letting it replay the tune as she danced.

The world shifted from her dad’s room. A soft melody continued to play as Aron, now at her current age, looked around and checked out her surroundings. There was a slight smell of rain in the air, a bit of coolness from the approaching winter. She recognized the area, a patch of woods nearby her previous parental guardian's house. She’d come here with her cousin frequently as a young teen, smoking weed and listening to music while hiding from approaching cars with the fear it was a family member.

Aron smiled wistfully at the memory. As awful as living in that part of Florida was, as awful as her family members were, as much as it destroyed her self-esteem, it was hard to deny that time period had some of her best memories.

It was bittersweet.

Aron walked peacefully through the forestland, listening to the piano. The tempo was soft and peaceful, like carnival music. It was a bit creepy, but Aron didn’t mind.

Soon however, the pace began to pick up. She felt an uneasiness in her chest as she tried to force her breathing to stay even and calm. The melody got faster, making it sound almost sinister. Like something one would hear in a horror film. As it continued to get quicker and quicker, Aron felt like there were eyes on her, watching her every move. 

Her walking sped up to almost a jog, speeding up with the creepy tune. The cadence became extremely quick, the notes sounding like they were erratically and carelessly slammed down on. Aron began to sprint through the forest, ignoring the branches that cut and seemed to grab her arms.

She wasn’t sure why she ran, but it was the only thing she could do to get away, though she wasn’t sure what she was running from. She ran for what felt like hours, trying to find her way out of the woods that she once knew so well. Her legs burnt and her sides ached, sweat beading down her face as she bolted through the forest.

Until suddenly, it stopped.

Aron was no longer hot and panting for air, the trees fading away as a new smell entered her nose; salt water.

Her world was transformed into the beach in moments, white sand under her bare feet as the suddenly hot air warmed up her skin and the breeze blew her hair slightly. She looked around, seeing the beach empty with the exception of Erik, who was standing a few feet away from her in his usual attire.

“I figured you would prefer this over running through the woods, Princess,” Erik said with a soft smile.

Aron couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’m dreaming?”

He nodded. “You are.”

She suddenly had a memory of her first night in the mansion, when Erik had shown up in her dream to protect her from Malix. She hummed and looked around, a content expression on her face. The beach held some of her most fond childhood memories. “Thank you,” she told him.

“It’s my pleasure,” Erik said, stepping closer to her. “As much as I would love to take a swim with you, you are about to wake up.”

She sighed. “That sucks.”

He chuckled. “Indeed, it does, Princess.”

“Maybe we could go to the real beach one day,” she mused. “I haven’t been in forever.”

Erik smiled. “That sounds fun, indeed.”

Aron nodded in agreement, looking around and sighing. The soft sound of a piano continued to play, but it was quiet and comforting. She and Erik spent the rest of the time quietly, simply enjoying the view until she awoke.

When Aron woke up, she still felt exhaustion so deep that it seemed to reach her bones. Even so, she got up and got dressed for the day. She put on some long, black basketball shorts and a white tank top with a red zip up jacket.

As she got ready for the day, she felt deep in thought. She still wasn’t sure what to do about Sam. She wasn’t even sure how she felt, or if she wanted to try again with him. Did she love him? Did she want to be with him?

She shook off the thought and went out to the dining room. She glanced out through the window, seeing all of the boys training, aside from Matthew. She figured Erik had woken up and went outside in the time she was getting ready.

Before she could go look for Matthew, she heard his voice from the kitchen. “Hi! How’d you sleep?”

She looked over at him and smiled softly. “I slept okay, Erik came in my dreams,” she said. “What about you?”

He grinned. “I slept pretty good! I’m taking a break from training to cook some food, wanna help?”

Aron shrugged. “Sure, what are we making?” she asked, walking with him into the kitchen.

“Well, we haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping, so I’m thinking of making something simple. Maybe chicken and rice?”

She nodded. “That sounds good.”

It didn’t take long to start preparing the food. They pulled out the ingredients for it and got to work. While they waited for the rice to finish, Aron leaned against the counter and spaced out a bit. 

Matthew must have noticed. “Aron? You okay?”

She blinked and looked at him quickly, before nodding and smiling. “Yeah, just tired.”

He nodded. “That makes sense, things have been pretty hectic for you recently.”

She sighed. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Yeah…” Matthew came over and stood by her. “But hey! At least now we all know the truth, right?”

Aron frowned at that. She wasn’t sure if she believed them yet. She wanted to, but her mind still doubted it. She tried to sense any spells on her and couldn’t, so she thought it was safe to say they hadn’t tried to sway her opinion. “...right.”

“Have you tried to talk to Sam yet?” he asked her curiously.

She shook her head and rubbed her face. “Nah, I was about to, but Andrew showed up.”

He hummed. “Well maybe you can talk to him later?”

“I mean, I could. But I don’t know what I would say,” she told him honestly.

“Well, you could…” Matthew trailed off for a minute. “Um…I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out!”

Aron huffed out a laugh. “Thanks.”

“No problem!”

After a few moments of quiet, she spoke. “Hey Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

Her voice was quiet as she spoke. “Do you think Sam still loves me?”

He raised his brows in shock. “Well, um…I’m not sure. It’s possible, but you’d have to ask him. But I think the real question here is if you still love Sam. Do you?”

Aron froze. Did she?

She felt a wave of relief when James walked in, giving her an out. “Goodmorning, Aron.”

“Goodmorning,” she responded. 

“What's up? Are you taking a break?” Matthew asked.

“I think I have figured out a way to stop Malix once and for all,” James announced.

Aron perked up. “Really? How?”

“Perhaps we should discuss it during lunch, so that everyone is present.”

She nodded. “Okay, that works!”

Soon, Aron and Matthew finished cooking the food. As they set the table, she felt anxious about his question, repeating it to herself. Did she still love Sam? 

She decided to focus on the threat of Malix instead of her complicated feelings, feeling a bit of relief at the possibility James may have found a solution.

[moobell55]

Of Fins and Hearts

~ This won't really make sense now without the actual main story being published, but this is a short sweet Part of my EvaJacks mermaid/Pirate Au~

The setting sun shone down on the cobalt blue water, small rocks and shells gleamed beneath the waves. Various birds flew overhead, flying to the beaches during low tide.

Along the rocky pool sat a man. He was no ordinary man. If the jewels and hops that covered his ears could speak, it would've told the shimmering mermaid below the waves to stay away from him.

But in truth the golden scaled mermaid had never truly feared the pirate. He was too similar to her, and how could she be afraid of someone who was just like her?

The mermaid swam closer, her arms close enough to drag him into the depths if she desired. If Luc was around he would've certainly pulled him down into the light less depths. But Luc wasn't here, and Evangeline had no desire to go find him.

As of lately she had been enchanted by the pirate, just as the pirate was with the mermaid.

He was beautiful for a human. His golden locks curled down to the nape of his neck, curling from the salty air. His ears adorned small hops and bright blue and blood red jewels; Something a land dwelling human wouldn't wear. His paleness had turned into a fair gold, giving him in Evangeline's opinion some much needed color. And his eyes, they were the color of water as it slammed into the sandy shore. They seemed to sparkle, something human eyes almost never did.

As Evangeline swam closer to the edge the pirate took notice of her. She watched as he pulled his black boots off and began rolling up the legs of his trousers.

He dipped his feet into the water, as Evangeline golden fins brushed past him. Her fingers grabbed for the stony ledge besides him, and carefully she pulled herself next to the pirate.

Her golden tail was no longer there, and instead was a pair of legs she was still learning to use. Jacks could laugh all he wanted to, he still had a hard time swimming with a tail.

A rare half smile spread over his face, as his sacred and calloused hand ran over her cheek. The mermaid was used to his rough but tender touches by now.

"Hello Jacks," her voice was sweet like it always seemed to be around him. Water dripped from her pink and gold hair onto the rocks.

Her presence always seemed to make him happier.

"Hello my Evangeline. How fairs my love on this fine evening?"

Her heart swelled at his words like it always did.

"She couldn't be happier now that you're here."

The heart shaped necklace that hung from her neck glowed, recognizing the magic both of them held. Jacks had given it to her when he'd finally declared his love. Claiming it was enchanted to give the wearer legs or a tail to be with whoever wore the other half.

And the necklace had worked, letting her be with her love on the land, but also letting him stay with her in the cobalt seas.

Jacks smiled and his hands found their way into her hair. It was much more lively on the sea than on the dry lands. Carefully his worn hands separated her hair into strands and began weaving them together. She would forever be amazed on how easily he could pick up skills. His braiding even put Lala best braids not shame, not that Evangeline would ever tell her friend that.

"The cottage is not far, if you would like to spend the night with me," his voice was teasing like always. But Jacks knew she would follow him almost anywhere, land or sea.

"I think that would be lovely," his hands caressed her sides and she leaned further into his lean body. She began tracing patterns into his firm legs, knowing how much he preened under her touch.

"Is there any special occasion I should know about?" Her tone was teasing but a small sense of panic flashed into her heart that he might've forgotten.

He laughed, a rumbled sounded in his chest, one Evangeline loved more than anything.

He carefully tied off the long braid and moved his hands to her waist, the sole ring on his finger gleaming in the sunset.

"Oh my love, how could I possibly forget?" His warm breath ran across the back of her neck, sending chills and causing warmth to pool in her stomach.

His hands ran across her exposed middle, his thumbs tracing a line along the underside of the shells that adorned her chest. His touch had always had this effect on her, and the scoundrel loved to tease her to no end.

She turned her head to look at the wonderful man who held her, both in his lap and so closely to his heart. The sun gleamed off his earrings but she could only focus on the way it made his eyes glow, the true jewels he owned.

He ran his hand across her cheek and smiled, the most precious and truest smile she'd ever seen.

"How could I possibly forget the day I married my wife, in this very cove during the same golden sunset?"

He finished his question and his lips dove for hers. The same lips that she's seen bark orders at his crew and mermaids alike. But those lips had always been kinder to her than anybody else.

His lips were the smoothest part of his body, for they had not been scarred from violence or hardened by long hours. Even in his earlier cruelties he'd never once used them against her, his lips were the kindest thing about him.

They sang promises to Evangeline's heart more powerful than any Sirens song against a sailor. They kissed away every drop of pain she's ever felt. Healed every inch of the broken hearts they both shared.

And with every sweet word his whispered, with every kiss he placed on her body, scales and all. She never once questioned him or his love, never once thought he'd break any promise.

He promised on their wedding day that, they would always be together in body, soul and mind. And to prove his love he had the Sea Witch make the magical shells that kept their lives bound.

And so here they stayed, along the sea coves. Close to the land and close to the seas, for even when they shed their true natures they'd always be close to home. To each other.

He pulled away from the breathless mermaid and rested his head against hers.

"Jacks," she hummed.

"Yes my love?" His voice was happy but quiet.

She curled her hands into his golden locks, careful to mind the jewels on his ears.

"Take me to the cottage."

And with her words the dreaded Captain Jacks carried his beloved Evangeline back to their home. The smell of the sea following them all the way there and never once leaving them.

All I can say is Jacks with piercings is probably my new favorite thing.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hi! I wanted to request a Harry Potter Marauders matchup.

Firstly I am FTM and use he him pronouns and would prefer to be matched with a man but realistically I'm fine with any I just have a preference for men.

I have blue eyes and wear glasses because I have trouble seeing far away I dye my hair a lot my hair is currently half black half purple but it should be a different color if I like the same time next week I am also a bit chubby. I've given myself lots of sticking pokes I have some on my hands my legs I have a crescent moon on my hand a star on my hand a triangle on my middle finger I left and right on each hand respectively as well as quite a few more.

Some of my interests/hobbies include psychology, the Marauders (obviously lol) Reading, writing, crocheting, listening to music, exploring, swimming, decorating, organizing, and drawing.

I'm currently listening to a lot of Chase Atlantic, suicide boys, David bowie, Ozzy osbourne, Rob zombie, and my personality is very quiet until you get to know me and then I'm loud and chaotic I have been called shameless quite a lot and when I'm with the people I care about I'm outgoing and loyal to a fault I'm also stubborn and struggle to talk about how I feel and how much people matter to me so I often jokingly bully the people I care about as a love speaking of love languages my giving love language is acts of service and physical touch and my receiving is words of affirmation and physical touch. my Meyer briggs personality is intj-t. I'm a Virgo sun, Libra rising Sagittarius moon. I'm a huge problem solver. I also have severe C-PTSD and am auDHD.

I'm a bit all over the place, and can be hypocritical when the people I care about won't take care of themselves (even though I'm probably worse at self care than they are) I'm the type of person who'll give you the clothes off my back, and will drop everything for those I love.

With that in often swamped in responsibility and never take a damn break

Hello! I hope you enjoy your matchup!

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(Romantic);

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Harry Potter (Marauders);

Sirius Black:

💕 You met Sirius during Hogwarts, but didn't actually get to know the guy until a year after graduating, you met at a record shop - Sirius seemed lost, his eyebrows furrowed and seemingly confused as he slowly walked around, looking at records; you were in the market for a new David Bowie record, and you really wanted to help him, but you didn't want to bother him - it didn't seem to matter though, since he walked right up to you and asked for your recommendation (he admitted that he didn't know any Muggle bands, and that he recognized you from his years at Hogwarts, and thought that you could help)

💕 You helped, thought a bit awkward and quiet, showing him such artists like Rob Zombie, David Bowie, and Ozzy Osbourne; and before the both of you knew it, you and Sirius ended up getting a drink together at the cafe attached to the record shop - which then - long story short - you ended up spending more time together

💕 Once official, you notice that Sirius is very interested and practically hypnotized by your stick-poke tattoos; he'd often find himself tracing them, complimenting them, wanting you to give him a tattoo - at some point down the line, you do

💕 Sometimes when the two of you have a tough day or just want to relax, you and Sirius will just sit in a quiet room together, either crocheting, reading, or drawing - and when the two of you want to go outside and have fun, you and Sirius often just go out exploring, checking out downtown, forests, and local parks; maybe even go out swimming at a local pool or lake

💕 Sirius often likes complimenting your hair, he's fascinated by how talented you are (dying your hair all by yourself), and is always anticipating the next set of colors your hair would become in a matter of weeks - he especially likes whenever you do blue and black, like your Ravenclaw house, and whenever you dye your hair red, for his house

[thunderstroked]

Poof! Zap!

TIMING: early december. LOCATION: emerald oasis. PARTIES: @gossipsnake & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: anita gives mona a fright and she retaliates, but quickly backs down. CONTENT: none!

The fox ran as fast as she could, slipping beneath flora and underbrush, eager to escape the shutter of the camera behind her. She wasn’t sure why she bothered trapezing the woods, even off the normalized path. All humans were the same– they wanted to see things they didn’t deserve. She could hear their weighted footsteps behind her, eager to follow the abnormal fox to her hiding place. Unlucky for them, she had no intention of leading them anywhere close to something of actual importance. The fox rounded the small clearing, dipping below the brush. Chest heaving, she sent a ball of fox fire from her tail, sending it directly towards the individual with the rather large camera hanging around his neck. 

His eyes glazed over and he began to focus on the ball of blue fire in front of his face. At first, she was mildly worried he might reach out and try to touch it, but instead he diligently followed it in the opposite direction. Grateful for the distraction, the fox crept from underneath her hiding place and slipped out of the clearing, towards the emerald oasis where she could at least catch her breath for a bit. She gained nothing from being there; had heard the stories and its history, but knew that she would not be able to draw any actual energy from it. That wasn’t really her schtick, and it wasn’t something she wanted to do. If there were spirits, long forgotten, however, she would find them. What she hadn’t anticipated was a snake-like woman. She froze in her tracks, eyes glinting amber in the stream of light that pooled at the base of the cove. 

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The oasis beneath Gatlin Fields had become a favorite spot of the lamia as soon as she had discovered it. She didn’t even really care about its supposedly magical properties, Anita just loved having a place that she could go during any season and simply sit and be in her lamia form. It was dangerous for her to stay scaley for too long once the temperatures began to drop. But in the Emerald Oasis? In there she could swim in warm waters and lay beneath tropical plants for hours. 

Those who knew about the spot were mostly used to supernatural things. Many of the farmers who came to drop withering crops off needed the magic of the oasis too much to question the presence of strange creatures within it. That day, however, it seemed that Anita wasn’t the only creature around. Both the coloring of the fox-like creature and the presence of a second tail drew Anita’s attention as she saw it move towards the cove. Curiosity called her to move closer to the other being, and it didn’t take long until they were face to face. 

“I come in peace,” the lamia said in her best alien impression. “Ahh, sorry no, I don’t actually talk like that. Could you imagine? Gross” she said, switching to her real voice. She knew enough about other shifters to suspect this might be a kitsune, but she was also not disillusioned enough to think she knew every species of creature out there, and the coloring of the creature was not like something she had seen before. 

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The woman spoke and the fox found her fur standing on end. This town was full of things she’d never encountered, and while she didn’t know what the person in front of her was, there was something beautiful about her, but in the same breath, haunting. She couldn’t put her finger on it– or in this case, paw. A wheeze left the fox, both in response to the snake-woman’s joke, and her own, despite the fact that the woman could not understand why she would have that reaction to begin with. 

The woman was eyeing her and the fox found discomfort in the attention. She glanced around, immediately looking for a possible way out of this situation, but wondered if she’d make it very far. She couldn’t remember the name of what the woman was, but knew to be wary. The only way to communicate would be to shift, but what would happen if she did that? 

Without thinking, an orb of fire shot from her tail, trailing to where the woman stood, catching the base of her tail. The smell made the fox winced and she stumbled backwards, hackles rising. 

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Anita couldn’t get a good sense as to what the other being was thinking. If it was responding to her attempts at conversation it was lost on her. Could it not talk? Anita did know that not all shifters could speak in their alternate form which seemed like such a pity. It could also be, of course, that this was an entirely different creature altogether. Either way, Anita was quite captivated. She loved seeing the differing beauty in the world around her, and this was a beauty she had never encountered before. 

“Do you live down here?” It seemed unlikely that it lived in the oasis without Anita having seen it before, but life was full of unpredictable possibilities. Instead of there being any response, though, Anita was met with a blazing orb. As she watched it travel the distance between the two she felt mesmerized. That feeling faded rather quickly when it hit the end of her tail, the impact causing an involuntary rattle right before the lamia let out a cry at the intensity of the fiery pain. 

“Oh my god! I was being so nice! What the fuck…” with a quick movement, Anita slithered away from the fox and stuck her burning scales into the stream of water nearby. When she looked back over towards the creature, its hair was raised. She hadn’t intended to get into any altercations today, but Anita was not the kind to not fight back against a threat. After a deep breath, Anita removed her tail from the water and pulled the rest of her body down towards the ground, letting the tall plantlife provide her cover. 

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I was being so nice! 

That was true. The fox’s survival instincts had reared their ugly head– a means to cause distraction, or at the very least cause a catastrophe out of something that could have been dealt with with civility, whatever that looked like between a gumiho and a snake-woman. She hated that the name was escaping her, but it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know everything under the shifter umbrella by what it was called! She was a gumiho, for fuck’s sake. 

Her sister’s voice sounded in her head, if you would just stop and listen! 

The snake-woman was retreating towards the pool of water, tail dipped in for some kind of relief. If she could speak the way she was now, she would apologize, but the thought left her as soon as the woman disappeared beneath the plant life. The fox had no intention of setting this place ablaze– it seemed too important for something so silly, especially because the woman had been nice to her to begin with, but the threat of inaction was like a loud siren in her head, warning bells ringing, telling her if she didn’t do something, she’d end up as a meal. Call it prey mentality, or whatever. 

The fox looked around, desperate to see if she could spot the creature slithering through the plant life that was stretched across the floor of the cavern. Now would be the time to shift back and explain herself if she wanted to live, she realized. 

In a puff of smoke, Mona replaced the fox and she held out her hands, turning in a small circle as she wasn’t sure where the woman would come from next. An orb of foxfire lit her palm and she held it steady. “I’m sorry, okay? You’re a snake, I’m a fox– it’s circle of life, yeah? Always in my head, always gotta be afraid of the bigger thing. I didn’t mean to.” 

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Even as she laid there, a literal snake in the grass, Anita was a bit torn on how to deal with the creature who had just seriously scorched her scales. Sure, she regularly killed people for far less but she also thought the creature was quite interesting. She’d never seen anything like it before and it seemed like a waste to just eat it so quickly. Not staying in one spot for long, she moved through the tropical cover while keeping her attention on the fox. 

Her scales weren’t meant for this kind of environment though and the green she sported was not as camouflage as it would have been in the Mojave. Instead of running away, however, the fox stood its ground. Maybe it had understood what she had said even though they had not responded. Before Anita could speculate any longer, and almost as though it was a cheesy magic trick, the fox disappeared and a woman appeared. A rather beautiful one at that. 

In response to the reveal, the lamia moved her head above the line of foliage so she could be seen. “You’re a shifter,” she said matter-of-factly. “You know, normally foxes are considered bigger than snakes,” that was obviously not the case in their situation though. There was still a pang of caution that rang through her head, but Anita decided to make a similar gesture of good faith. “Give me a second,” she said, moving to grab a pack she left nearby with a large oversized t-shirt and shorts. 

As she pulled them out of the bag, Anita allowed herself to transform into her human form. Unlike the fox, her transformation did not come with clothes included. 

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The woman spoke and Mona felt relief flood through her. She wasn’t sure if being a shifter would be enough for this woman to not make a snack out of her, but she hoped so. Then again, she’d been the one to shoot first, technically speaking. “A gumiho, yes.” Mona’s fingers flexed at her sides, deep brown eyes unmoving from the scales that were now singed. She felt bad, and she would definitely apologize. 

At her comment, the gumiho let out a laugh of her own. “You know, that’s usually how it is, right? Still not fond of getting in a toe to toe match, though. Can’t do much about venom.” She wasn’t sure if Maine had any poisonous snakes, but she wasn’t going to take her chances, especially after being faced with something like this. Who knew what else was lingering in the shadows of Wicked’s Rest? 

The woman slithered, quite comically, to a pack left to to the side of where she was standing. She hadn’t ever seen anything like it, the way he scales receded, the way the body morphed into something else, into something more human. She didn’t know a lot about lamia, but she knew that they were not a natural born thing. Still, it shouldn’t matter to her. Mona cleared her throat after a moment. “I’m sorry again, it’s a force of habit. I’m sure you can understand?” She tried to see if the singe of the woman’s tail had translated to her legs. “Do you– I can pay for your doctor’s visit, if you want.” 

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“Gumiho,” Anita repeated, “I can’t say I’m familiar with that name. I’ve come across some fox shifters before… though not quite like you.” There was something that always sparked a bit of excitement in Anita when she came across something new, or more accurately, new to her. She liked to think that curiosity and excitement was part of what set her apart from humans. Instead of fearing something strange, something different or unknown, she always welcomed it. “Not all snakes have venom,” she countered with a shrug not addressing the fact that she certainly was a venomous snake. 

After shifting into her less intimidating form, Anita quickly threw on the clothes she had from her bag before she slowly moved closer to the other woman again - hesitantly keeping a bit more distance between the two than she did when she had more natural protection. Especially since the burn stung substantially more across her ankles and calf than it did across her tail. “You get attacked a lot or just naturally skittish? Seems like one of the two, maybe a combination of both, would be the case if your habit is to attack first and ask questions later.” She let the comment sit for a second before clarifying her stance. “Not that I necessarily take issue with that approach. In the right circumstances.”

“That’s not necessary. Not gonna need a doctor.” Not that Anita would have taken the assistance even if she had needed one. “How do you do that?” Hands gesturing in a manner to mirror the puff of smoke that had appeared when the gumiho had transformed, “Appearing with your clothes on and everything, I mean. Hell of a lot more convenient than having to carry around a change of clothes almost all the time. Is that something innate in your species?” 

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“I’m going to take that as a compliment, because in my eyes, it is one.” She knew that her form wasn’t exactly what others had in mind when they thought of a kitsune. It all came down to the fact that she’d been electrocuted and she knew that, but sometimes, people thought to ask if she had dyed herself. Those were the people she didn’t mind leaving with a little more bristly static. Mona raised a brow. She hadn’t considered that not all snakes had venom, but if she were being honest, she didn’t know a lot about them to begin with. She wasn’t exactly a snake’s biggest fan, regardless if it was supernaturally inclined or not. 

In place of that of which she’d been so afraid of was a quite normal looking woman– though, definitely beautiful. “Most of what I attack don’t have the means to introduce themselves, or defend themselves.” She was more of a runner than she was a fighter, but today proved the opposite. “You can’t blame me for being scared, can you? I don’t think that’s very fair.” It was fair, because the woman was the one with the burn on her leg. 

“Well, if you change your mind…” Mona offered a small, but hesitant smile. She wasn’t sure what else to say here, but then the woman was asking her how she reappeared with her clothes and she let out a laugh. “That? That’s just how… I’m not really sure. I know that other shifters get the high of indecent exposure, but we– gumiho, we always just appear back with our clothes on.” She had asked at one point, but never got a straight answer. “I’m sure it’s in a book somewhere. One that I haven’t read.” She shrugged, as if it were simple. “I guess it has to do something with our shifting isn’t… necessarily animalistic? It’s more magic than anything.” 

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“It was a compliment,” Anita responded with a soft smile, not having even considered that being told you were unique could have come across as anything but a compliment. Even though she longed for more Lamia in town there was a sort of pride in being a unique being, different from most others around her. Even the other lamia she had come across in town weren’t Mojave like she was. She couldn’t help but wonder if this woman had been made to feel othered by her unique appearance. 

“And what do you usually attack?” The statement was intriguing as was the one that followed. Most people who were quick to attack weren’t also quick to admit feeling scared. Humans must not be their preferred meal if they usually went for things that couldn’t speak or put up much of a fight. Small prey, that had to mean. “I would never fault someone for feeling fear upon coming across me. I would think anyone who didn’t feel that way was a fool. Like I said, I don’t really take issue with the attack first approach. Just don’t prefer to be the one being attacked, naturally.” 

Anita was glad that the conversation was taking a more humorous turn, finding the sound of the gumiho’s laughter to be just as lovely as she was. “It’s not really a choice. Magic may have made me this way but there isn’t much else about it that is magical. I’d love to just reappear in my regular clothes, would save me so much money on tailoring and replacement clothes. Plus, sometimes it’s just too cold to have all your goodies out in the middle of the woods.” Anita, somewhat tentatively, took a few steps closer to the fellow shifter. “I find the differences in how people like us, people who shift, to be truly fascinating. When you say your shifting isn’t as animalistic… do you not feel connected to who you are in the natural form?” Despite all their similarities, those who shifted were certainly their own species, each with their own way of shifting and their own unique limitations. 

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“Well, I appreciate the compliment then.” Mona stood across from the woman, gaze trailing over the distance that the tail had once appeared over. It wasn’t easy to forget that there were others like her, just in different… instances. She felt as though she had the right to be afraid– giant snake versus small fox just didn’t pan out in the way that she figured would be beneficial to her plight. But the woman seemed more so intrigued than actually hungry, and for that, Mona was thankful. 

“Squirrels.” She paused, frowning, “sometimes we do what we have to do.” She wasn’t the kind of being that’d fight for the sake of fighting, but she’d fight for survival if she had to. Mona figured she’d made that particularly clear, given their current situation. “I can’t say I don’t understand that. I feel like that’s perfectly acceptable, not wanting to be burned.” A part of her felt guilty, now that she was speaking to the woman she’d sent her foxfire towards. In the moment, she’d been so sure it was the right move. Now, she was curious as to whether or not it’d be held against her. 

“I’ve heard of werewolves who use spandex. Maybe that’s a market you can enter.” She had no clue if that actually worked or not, but figured it might be better for somebody who had actual control over themselves. “Imagine a snake like yourself in a tutu.” She gestured vaguely towards the woman, “then again, it might not make people afraid of you.” Mona forced herself to relax, even as the woman approached her. She wasn’t going to be hurt, the brunette had already confirmed that. “I feel connected to it, it’s always a part of me, even right now, despite the lack of fur.” Mona crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s different for everyone, I guess. Some people find themselves… looking to be in tune with their abilities, rather than being a fox, itself.” There were dozens of legends of how kitsune had come to be, none of which ever felt right to her. “It’s innate, I suppose.” 

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The thought of this fox chasing squirrels around was rather amusing. Anita wondered if the sight of her chasing her own prey would be amusing to anyone. “Girl’s gotta eat,” she said with a slight shrug. Justifying having to eat live prey was never something Anita was interested in doing. Sure, there were a lot of things that Anita did that were violent but she did not often associate the pure act of sustaining herself as a violent one. 

“Imagining it,” Anita said with a wide grin and a soft laugh. “Loving it. Gonna make it happen.” To her the image of a massive rattlesnake wearing a sensible yet stylish tutu was genuinely hilarious but she had a feeling that the average person wouldn’t be unafraid of her just because she had on some ruffles. “I know what you mean, about feeling connected.” These were the conversations she loved to have with fellow shifters, getting a sense of how they interacted with their duality. “I’m always the rattlesnake. It’s not just a connection, it’s who I am. Maybe it’s by virtue of being born like this, growing up intertwined, but this isn’t me,” she gestured generally at her human form. “That was.” 

Even though they were protected by the underground caves of the oasis they were in, Anita could hear the sounds of someone not too far away. And while her afternoon lounge in the warmth of the inexplicable tropical oasis had been cut short by the arrival of the kitsune, the lamia did have places to be. “See you around, foxy lady,” she said with a smirk before grabbing her things and making her way around the other woman as she headed towards the surface. “Maybe one day we can exchange stories instead of scorch marks.” 

[glapplebloom]

And the DC Line is Finished!

Master Research Link

What I’ve learned...

So Simion Says is not the only time Mojo did something to the Narrator. And in the comic, the Powerpuff Girls show the ability to break the 4th Wall. They also get the Narrator to forget the entire story, but this could be a game changer depending on their opponent. If they fight someone who breaks the 4th wall, this could reactivate their reality warping powers. Issue 49, we see the Powerpuff Girls fly to overcome the height limit to ride a rollercoaster. And the Amoeba Boys are fuzing

So far the comics are giving the Amoeba Boys some viable stuff. Issue 50 introduces us to the Powerpunk Girls, the Evil version of the Powerpuffs. Nothing too major to note. We got some unique weapons, powers, Buttercup somehow made a monster out of clay. Issue 56 shows the Powerpuff Girls being DIRTY LIARS!!! They totally love Mojo’s cooking! They were just acting like jerks that one time.

Issue 57 has some neat things going for it. Buttercup punches Fuzzy around the planet. HIM hates people who steal from Charities. And Bellum actually has a grandmother. Issue 59 has the biggest reason I want HIM to be in Death Battle. He basically tortured Mojo because he made fun of him. Spent the entire time making his base fill with lava, even when it was up on a tree. We also got a super lame villain in the Blue Bookman. 

So #62 has Morbuck convincing kids to be like her. While the Powerpuff Girls convince the others not to, there is one kid that sticks with it. The Reboot has an episode where Morbucks finds a similar kid. Shame the comic continues to ensure Morbucks stays alone. #63 has Buttercup wanting to deal with a Tentacle Alien by herself. I heard the stories about this situation and I don’t like the implications. And like always, Sedusa does the same thing again and again. If it isn’t Seducing, it's mind controlling. #64, the Amoeba Boys try to convince a kid to jump into an empty swimming pool. Like DUDE!!!

#65 introduces us to the Micro Puffs, basically Mixed Pickles without the powers, I presume. But the real thing to note is when everyone has Sedusa’s hairstyle the girls can’t tell any female apart. Like there’s her figure, the fact she’s wearing skimpy clothing, her skin looking like she bleached it white... I can probably think of 34 different ways to pick Sedusa out from a crowd. Issue 67 brought us the Meat Gun again. And Fuzzy beating the girls in a battle of the bands. It’s just a shame the girls turned it over with a “we totally could have won if we practice” to the audience. And with 69 being the final issue before 70 being a reprint of the first, I’m done with the DC Main Line.

Overall, I thought it was fine. Since the original series usually kept the same formula, there wasn’t much to complain about when it came to continuity. Not like they added new powers or lore. Reading the classic collection to see if there’s anything missing there. The actual first issue. A fun story about the girls trying to draw what they did. The rest of them are reprints in better quality than the original scans. Shame it only gets up to 28

The Cartoon Network Action Pack focuses on the Rowdyruff Boys. Only four issues with them. The first one features the return of Twitchy. Nothing really of note here other than two things: first, industrial salt can remove their Snails (and powers) from them. And the last issue with them has them losing to Cooties despite having their Cootie Shot when they returned.

Nothing really of note from Block Party. They fight, the Micro Puffs make a third and possibly final appearance, and they have a Cell Phone! #31 shows the Mayor at his ABSOLUTE WORST! Not even the Reboot has the Mayor this bad. To be fair, it's thanks to Micro Mayor. #50 shows you just how much Mojo works with the girls. #55 shows you how to make lemonade. So overall thoughts on the DC stuff. They gave the villains a big boost when it comes to Vs Viability. And still, if you like the girls you got more stuff. Shame there are missing issues though. If anyone has them send them my way.

Best Feat I found... 

For me, that’s Buttercup punching Fuzzy so hard he is sent flying around the planet. That’s a crazy feat for strength and Durability. 

Next Time...

We continue the comics and see if IDW can keep this streak going.

[siempre-bucky]

Swimming Lessons

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: Your and Druig's 6 year old daughter finally wants to learn how to swim after Makkari told her Phastos created a pool on the Domo.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Tooth rotting fluff for one pls. Enjoy! Poorly edited at 4am. Also I just HAD to give their kid a Celtic name, I had to!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

"Any sign of them?" You ask, your arms crossed tightly as your eyes examine the golden orb floating in the center of the dark marble room. Druig stared along with you from the opposite side, the knuckle of his pointer finger pressed in between his teeth.

He shakes his head. "No. We've been searching the galaxy for weeks and not a fucking thing," he mumbles in response bitterly. It's been all business in the Domo trying to find the missing Eternals. They had all been staring at that damned orb for too long.

"Mommy!" A small voice exclaimed. The door opened with a loud swooshing noise. A little girl in a blue floral dress ran in, staying in the clear of the hologram that took up most of the center. Your e/y/c eyes perk up, outstretching your arms to catch her.

"My darling girl," you laugh, scooping her into your arms and placing a kiss on her cheek. She rested on your hip, her small arms wrapped around your neck.

"Guess what?" she beams, her blue eyes glimmering. Druig broke his gaze and focused on the small child, his child. "Auntie Makkari told me Phastos built a pool in the ship." Her eyebrows were raised with anticipation. Your expression matched her surprise as she spoke.

"Phastos built a pool, m'darlin?" Druig questions with a soft smile appearing on his stoic features. Walking over to the happy 6 year old, he placed his hand on the lower part of your back. She nods happily, her loose brown curls bouncing against her shoulders.

"I want to learn to swim, daddy." Her face was serious now. You and Druig never allowed her to swim in the Amazon. It was far too dangerous in your minds. It was mostly Druig who made that no swimming rule after seeing a poisonous snake in the water after he tried to teach her last year.

"I'll tell you what. How about I go check out this pool, and then I'll tell you if it's safe enough?" he offers, taking her out of your arms and into his. Her small nose crinkles in thought, eyes looking up at the ceiling dramatically. She sighs. Then all of a sudden a burst of pure glee erupted from her? The excitement trait she possessed made you wonder how that child was half your brooding husband's. She had to get it from you. "Ok! I'll go tell Auntie Makkari!" She wiggled her way out of Druigs grasp and joyfully ran towards the door.

"Orla!" He calls for her, but to no avail, she was too excited to hear him. You broke out into a chuckle and snaked your arms around his waist, placing your chin on the top of his leather-clad shoulder. "You know," he muses. "I'm not surprised if he put a pool in here."

And it was an actual pool he noted a while later. He stood in the large room the fit an Olympic size pool all alone. His hands were shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans. The pool was just like the ones humans on earth developed, a shallow end with wide steps; Orla could still stand on the second step with no problem, he noted.

His eyes flickered to the end of the pool, biting the inside of his cheek. His little girl was learning how to swim. A part of him wasn't ready to teach her, he wanted her to stay the little girl who relied on him for everything, to hide behind when she got scared. A prickling sensation in his eyes caught his attention. Was he starting to get emotional over this? Well, his little girl was growing up. Soon she would be learning to read, and soon her powers might manifest and after that, she would go off and leave him. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was all too much to think about.

He could've lied and said the pool never existed, but here he was. Orla's hand in his as they walked towards the pool "Are you excited, my love?" he asked her. The little girl nodded excitedly and walked a little faster, making the Eternal speed up to keep up with her.

"Yes! I can't wait! Mommy said she was going to film it and show Auntie Sersi when she gets back!" You had already arrived, sitting on the small bench near the shallow edge of the pool with your phone in hand and 2 towels draped across your jean-clad lap.

Orla was giggling when they walked in, tugging at Druig's arm to make him walk faster. She breathed in the chorine-smelling air, her nose scrunching at the harsh smell she was unfamiliar with. But she still remained excited. "Do you want to jump in with me? I promise it's not deep. I'll hold onto your hand the whole time," he offers her. Orla nods and furrows her brows in anticipation. Slowly they take longer strides until Orla catches sight of the blue water. With a little gasp, she stops dead in her tracks just on the very edge of the pool.

Druig controlled his movements, stopping before one of his bare feet could go over the edge. He looks at you who looked at her with a motherly warmth. Orla's confident face disappeared. Her face looked terrified. She may have been an Eternal like her parents but her emotions were very much human. Druig got down on his knees and let his fingers touch the wet ground. Looking at her with soft eyes he asks, "What's wrong, m'darlin?"

Orla leans in and whispers "I got scared, daddy. What if I drown?" Druig lets out a deep exhale. He didn't respond to her just yet, but he did give her a reassuring smile. He sat down on the ledge and lowered himself into the chill water. Goosebumps appeared on his pale skin as the droplets of water connected with his torso.

He turned to face his daughter who was picking at the heart made of sequins on her pink bathing suit. Getting lower into the water, he swam back to the edge and placed his wet hands over Orla's small feet. "Look at me, my love," he says gently. Her matching pair of blue eyes look down at him, his wet dark brown hair stuck to his forehead. "I promise nothing is going to hurt you, I'm going to be here to catch you. Do you remember what I told you? What's the worst thing that could happen?"

His eyes widen trying to guide her on her response "I-I might get water up my nose," she tells him weakly. He laughs and nods at her before pushing off the wall the create a small gap between them. He stretches out his arms and makes grabby hand motions towards her.

"You can do it. I won't let your head get wet," he promises her. Orla's eyes swivel between the crystal clear water and her dad's hands. Taking a deep breath she jumps, the lower part of her body touching the water, Druig's hands gripping her at the armpits. She starts to chuckle as she hears the loud cheers from you and the soft words of praise from her dad. "There we go," he laughs, walking her over to the steps. "I'm so proud of you."

You watched with pride as your husband taught her how to blow bubbles in the water, laughing along with her when the bubbles popped on her face. She finally got comfortable enough to stick her face in for a few seconds, coming up for air gasping dramatically. Druig would just giggle and wipe the water off her face with his hand.

Learning to float on her belly was the hardest part, her defeated groans echoed in the air. Druig was always patient with her, helping keep her afloat and letting her grip onto his forearm for stability before she could sink. Druig stood up in the water, helping her paddle with her arms. His hands on her midsection as she swam in a small line "Kick!" he would encourage.

"Are you ready to swim now?" he asks her after a half hour. Orla nods as she sat on the steps again. She watched him back away from the steps, she felt that he was a lot further away than he actually was. She nervously sighs and tucks her bottom lip in, gripping it with her baby teeth. "Take my hands, ok?" Her hands wrap around his own, mainly holding onto his thumbs. "I want you to swim to me, my love. I'm not that far away...all you have to do is kick fast." She nodded intently as she listened to the instructions, she could do this, she encouraged herself.

Brown eyebrows lower as she looked at the view in front of her, her blue eyes squinting in determination. Taking an audible deep breath, she clenches his thumbs and pushes off the steps, little legs kicking as fast as she could. Druig slowly walked backward as he encouraged her, and soon he released one hand telling her to start paddling.

Removing his other hand he let her swim on her own for a few inches, her little pink tongue sticking out in concentration. She was doing it! A sense of pride filled his chest and he fought so hard to keep the prickling feeling in his eyes away. Once he saw her start to sink he swooped in to lift her "You did it, my darling!" He yelled happily, spinning her around above the water. Her head was thrown back as they spun with a flurry of giggles escaping her lips.

He clutched her to his chest and looked at you, you were the one that was crying, cell phone capturing it all. "Good job, Orla!" You praised.

Orla looked at him. "Will mommy get in now?" she asks. You tuck your phone in your pocket and shake your head at the pair looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"Maybe next time, sweet pea," you said.

Orla and Druig groaned on cue, both giving you sad eyes. You sternly shake your head at them in response to their look. Druig walked them a little closer to you and used his free hand to splash water at you, causing Orla to go into another fit of giggles.

A golden force field emerges from your hand in front of you, letting the splash of pool water fall at your feet. You give him a confident smirk and walk to the ledge, sidestepping the water to kneel on a dry spot. Druig brings Orla over to you so you place a soft kiss on her forehead. You remove your lips, only to connect them to Druig's own. It earned a soft 'eww' from your daughter, placing her head in the crook of her dad's neck to shield her eyes. You took your hand and began tickling her side, Drug joining in to tickle the other side. Orla laughed in the crook of his neck, twisting her body to get away from the playful tickles.

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[kkodzvken]

right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”  

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

[rafescoke]

Crime ; Rafe Cameron

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Part #1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader would do anything for the boy she loves from a summer ago.

Warnings: Story takes place at the start of season 2 (and some flashbacks from season 1), swearing, angst, death penalty, gaslighting, reader just needing help

A/N: i don’t think this is my best work at all :( but i’ll post the part 2 straight away!! didn’t know tumblr has a word limit now wtf

p.s; tell me what do you think of this fic!!

(Y/N) had begged for somewhere else to spend the Summer. She couldn’t go back to that place, not when there were too many memories that awaited her. No one seemed to listen to her, and her father continued to check something online.

“Rafe Cameron.”

“(Y/N),” she had smiled, and she thought about how gorgeous a boy could be. This man before her; with his hair messily parted and that goddamn blue eyes had her holding her breath, and she wasn’t in her usual demeanour.

“You come down here often?” Rafe asked, raising his eyebrows. (Y/N) watched as he chugged on his beer, and gave her another sly smile again.

“Um, not really. This is my first summer here.”

“That’s nice,” he shrugged, “Welcome to Obx.”

“Thanks,” she nodded, liking how Obx already is. She made a mental note to tell her friends back home about this island, and most importantly; Rafe Cameron.

“Do you wanna take a walk?”

(Y/N) never really accepted any boy’s invitation for a walk, because all the boys in the city never had good intentions with her. She never dated anyone, never bothered to do so.

“Sure,” she smiled, and walked alongside the dirty-blonde boy to the far end of the beach. He sucked in a breath, glancing at her from the corners of his eyes, and laughed.

“You look nervous.”

“You could be a mass murderer.”

“Isn’t that just the perfect person to spend the summer with?”

(Y/N) looked up at him, the moonlight from the sky illuminating his features. God, he really is beautiful. “I guess.”

“So would that be a problem if I killed someone before?”

(Y/N) laughed easily at the joke, bumping her arms against his. She felt a jolt from the touch, and swallowed her saliva. “No.”

Rafe chuckled, “Yeah. That’s more like it.”

(Y/N) had thought of that moment as nothing but a joke. A playful joke, meaning to flirt with her. The next few weeks were spent with only them two, sometimes in his house or (Y/N)’s stay. They were inseparable; always attached by the hips morning and night, and (Y/N) knew about all of his problems.

“Try it.”

“What? Coke?” She asked, bewildered. She looked down to the table, her hands fidgeting, and she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked up to Rafe again, “I don’t know how.”

“Come on, I’ll show you,” he smiled, pulling her by her wrist and seated her beside him. She felt the jolt again, but she had gotten better at ignoring it.

Rafe lowered his hand, a finger placed on his left nostril, and snorted the line of white powder. He grunted, throwing his head back, and after a few seconds, he gave her a smirk.

“Your turn.”

(Y/N) smiled back, reaching for the rolled up bill before lowering his head to the last line. She took a deep breath, still so shaky, and snorted the powder before she could change her mind.

Her heartbeat quickened, and her mind was all over the place. She could feel her forehead getting clammy, and before she could do anything, Rafe cupped her face in his large hands.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he expressed, looking straight into her eyes. (Y/N) didn’t realise she was starting to cry, and stared back into his eyes.

“You’re so pretty,” he said suddenly, rubbing comforting circles on her temples. (Y/N) relaxed under his touch, “Such a pretty girl.”

“I thought you’re friends with that Cameron boy,” her father suddenly said, shaking her out of her memories. (Y/N) closed her eyes, trying to push away the thoughts, and gave her father a grimace.

“So? I don’t want to see him.”

“What happened between you two? You used to ask me to move to Obx,” her father laughed, still clicking on the mouse to the laptop.

“People change, dad,” she muttered, and made her way back to her bedroom to be alone with her thoughts.

“Rafe! You don’t have to do this,” (Y/N) gasped, her hands around her mouth. She looked around the gazebo by the lake, her eyes brightening against the beautiful fairy lights and veins decorating the railings.

“It’s your last week here,” he shrugged, helping her to her seat before sitting for himself. He pointed to the food displayed before then, “Steak. Your favourite.”

“You are amazing,” she expressed, her eyes suddenly glassy. The lake never looked so calming, and (Y/N) wished she could capture this exact moment in her head.

“Just thought you should see the other side of Rafe Cameron,” he shrugged, his lips forming into a smile. “I’m glad you came down here to Obx.”

“Me too,” she breathed, and went for the food. “I’m so glad to have met you.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, cutting his steak into small pieces before biting into one. “Didn’t you called me a mass murderer the first time we met?”

“It was a joke,” she rolled her eyes, “But I’ll still like you even if you are.”

She didn’t know the truth behind her words.

“You will?” He looked up to her, grinning. “And just like?”

“Just like. What are you playing at, Rafe?” She faked groan, putting her cutleries down and clasping her hand together. “What? You’re going to propose to me or something?”

Everything happened so fast; Rafe chuckled, awkwardly running his fingers through his fair, messing with his slicked back hair. She liked this messy hair better, but she liked anything about Rafe Cameron, messy hair or not.

“No.”

Rafe held out the tiny velvet box in his hands, and (Y/N) never saw a prettier smile than his.

“No,” she repeated, her breathing heavy. She was too shocked by this, only meaning the proposal part of her speech as a joke, and looked into his sincere eyes again.

“I’m not proposing to you,” he laughed, getting down to one knee and opening the box to a beautiful diamond ring. (Y/N) sucked in a breath, mesmerised. “I will though, in the future.”

“Oh my god, Rafe, I can’t accept this,” she gasped, watching as the diamond glinted under the bright light. “You’re too much.”

“It’s a promise ring,” he smiled, “And a proposal to ask you to become my girlfriend.”

He sucked in a breath, and (Y/N) swore her heart stopped. She never thought of herself worthy as these kind of moments, but here she was; all teary eyed, her hand against her heart to calm her crazy heartbeat.

“Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?”

She laughed, wiping the tears that had rolled down to her cheeks, and cupped his face into her hands. “You’re so fucking dumb. Of course I will, asshole, without this whole dinner thing. You could ask me while we’re in the swimming pool and I’ll say yes.”

Rafe laughed, melting into her hands, before taking out the ring he had saved up for (by not buying anymore coke) and asking for her permission to slide it over her ring finger.

(Y/N) nodded, holding her breath, and the diamond ring slid to her finger, and she gasped at how pretty it looked. She wondered about how much it had cost Rafe to buy the ring for her, but pushed the thought away when Rafe tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“We haven’t even kissed yet.”

(Y/N) laughed, “I told you you’re too fast, Rafe.”

Rafe smiled, inching closer to her, and (Y/N) just instantly stopped thinking. He was so beautiful, so angelic, and she wished she could stay at Obx forever.

“I love you, (Y/L/N).”

“Rafe,” she expressed, placing her forehead against his, “I love you too, okay?”

(Y/N) groaned, deepening her face against the soft pillow. She felt like screaming, but she didn’t have the energy to do so.

She would do anything for Rafe, and the next few days after that proposal went too fast that she felt like God was being unfair to her. He made her feel so good, and no one had made her feel the way he made her feel.

She felt like she was in heaven.

Until that one, certain Friday; the day before she went back to New York.

“Rafe, please,” she cried, pulling him by shirt as he pointed the gun at the sheriff, his eyes flaring up in anger. “Rafe, it doesn’t have to be this way.”

She looked at Ward, who looked afraid as well, and sucked in a breath. “You told me-”

“Shut up!” He grunted, his own fingers trembling on the trigger. “Fuck! Shut up.”

She didn’t know what to do. Sarah was looking at her for help, but she had tried her best to console him. She tried to reach for him again, to which he quickly pushed her away.

“Do that again, and I’ll kill you next.”

“Rafe-”

“Shut up!” He yelled again, and before she could do anything the pulled on the trigger, and the sheriff fell to the ground with widened eyes.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) jolted from her position at the knock, and groaned when her mother came in. She scooted away, giving her some space on the bed, and laid with her face planted against the pillow again.

“You never told us about what happened with you and Rafe,” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Okay, so why don’t you want to go to Obx for the summer?”

“I want new boyfriends.”

Her mother laughed, “Okay. Then find new boyfriends in Obx. The blonde boy who helped us carry our bags the first time we arrived there can be one.”

“JJ?”

“He’s always around the island too, helping people for money,” she shrugged, “That’s a good kid. Doing honest work for honest money.”

“I’m not actually looking for a boyfriend, mom,” she rolled her eyes. “It was a figure of speech.”

“Well,” she stood up, “You better be looking for one. We’re spending the summer in Obx, and that’s final.”

. . .

(Y/N) rubbed her eyes against the glowing sunlight of North Carolina, her body screaming with pain from hours of sitting in the same position. She heard the pilot said something, her mind still woozy from only being caffeinated, and placed her head against the seat again.

“It’s a bright day, like it’s waiting for us,” her mother exclaimed, fixing her sunglasses before walking down the stairs to the road. (Y/N) groaned, still so tired, and she wished for nothing but to stay in her room with Netflix to watch.

“Hey, Mr (Y/L/N),” JJ smiled, and (Y/N) noticed the fake exterior he was trying to portray. “Come down here for another summer again?”

Her mother, who admired JJ’s ‘honest work’ gushed out to beside him, asking about his school and his works. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, not interested in making any new conversation, and she looked back at the area where the incident took place.

JJ caught her looking, and when her parents and the little brother had entered the car, he went to her to help her with her bags.

He crouched down, wrapping his fingers around the handle, and quickly whispered. “You saw, right?”

“Huh?”

“What Rafe did.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, and went into the car before he could say anything else.

God. Just how she expected her first moments after arriving in Obx.

“Hey! Welcome back!”

“You called the Camerons?” She groaned, looking at her father for some kind of useless explanation. After the brief conversation with JJ, she wanted nothing that could remind her of Rafe and hoped she could stay in her room for the whole 2 months.

“(Y/N), wait-”

She barged into her room for 2 months, noticing the old posters she had put up the year before, and thought about how happy she was at that time. She felt nothing now, and she couldn’t wait until the end of summer.

“Fuck!” She yelled, her head feeling so light, and placed herself before the naked bed. She sighed, trying to calm herself down, and thought of the ways to ignore the certain boy a few miles away.

Maybe he’s in college.

Maybe he’s going to leave her alone.

Maybe he has found someone new.

She felt a tug at the thought of the last sentence, and she couldn’t explain why she would even be devastated over him finding a new girl. That’s good, she guessed, at least she doesn’t have to think about staying away from him again.

Maybe she should spend her time with the pogues; JJ’s friends. They looked fun to hang with.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“I’m not in the mood,” she grunted, shielding her eyes from the sunlight. “What do you want?”

“Can we go to the beach?”

“The beach?” She huffed, “We just arrived. Shouldn’t you clean your room or something?”

“Okay. But can you bring me to the beach after I’m done?”

“I’ll think about it,” she expressed, but after a few hours of sweeping and mopping the dusty room, placing the new bedsheet over the mattress and taking down her old posters, all she wanted to do was get out for some fresh air. She had slept most of her time in the plane so she wasn’t feeling like taking a nap at all, and she guessed it would be appropriate to bring her little brother to the beach.

She walked to her room, her hands around her waist. “Hey, you’re- where the fuck did you get that?”

“What?” He asked, raising the frame with his sister’s arms around Rafe, smiling happily at the camera. “This? Isn’t he your boyfriend?”

“Throw that away!” she yelled, “I said throw that away!”

“Okay, okay,” he groaned, throwing the frame into the big plastic bag before dusting the dust off of him. “Can we go to the beach now?”

“You’re an asshole, do you know that?” She huffed, watching as he changed into his swimming shorts, “And we’ve been cleaning for 3 hours. You’re not half done yet.”

“Whatever,” he said, and closed the door. “Just wait for me downstairs.”

The ride to the beach didn’t take long, and (Y/N) actually felt peaceful riding the bicycle and letting the breeze hit her square on the face. She had laughed at a stupid joke by her little brother, and she thought about how she could do this for the next 2 months.

“I wanna learn how to surf,” he said, letting the water soaked his feet and dumped his feet into the sand. “Do you?”

“You’ll forget how to when we’re back in New York,” she mumbled, gazing at the sky, “Also your body’s too weak to fight the waves.”

“No, it’s not,” he argued, “What are you going to do for the summer, (Y/N)? Are you going to be with that-”

“No,” she quickly said, curling her toes at the feeling of the water soaking her feet. “I’m not going to be with anyone.”

“Isn’t that your friend?”

“Ha-ha, nice joke,” she laughed falsely, still closing her eyes against the bright sky. “Who’s the friend? Is it Rafe?”

“Hey.”

(Y/N) sat up straight, her heart beating wildly, and what greeted her sight sent shivers down to her spine, and she quickly clutched onto her little brother’s wrist before pulling him away.

“Ow! What are you doing? (Y/N), let me go!” Lucas groaned, looking back at the boy who wanted nothing but to talk to his sister. “Rafe, help!”

“Shut up, you bitch,” she groaned, still pulling on his wrist. She knew about the possibility of leaving a claw mark on his skin, but she wanted nothing to do with the boy.

“Help me, Rafe! She’s going to kill me!”

“I said shut up!” She yelled, her chest heaving now, and she didn’t care about her hair that was hanging loosely from her hairclaw.

She didn’t know if Rafe was chasing after her, and she didn’t dare to look back.

“Ride your bike home,” she fumbled with the handle, “Now. Please, now!”

“Okay,” Lucas groaned, “What’s wrong with you? It’s just Rafe.”

“Go!” She yelled, already set to cycle back home, with her clothes all wet and sticking against her skin. She couldn’t breathe, and she hated the sight of him. She cycled back home hurriedly, tears streaming down her face, and she wished she had stayed home.

The night after the day on the beach she didn’t bother to come down for dinner, only staying in her room and browsing through Netflix. She didn’t feel like doing anything, and she hated how quick her mood was ruined.

She didn’t think about seeing him that quickly, especially after just arriving on the island that morning. This was exactly the problem; she couldn’t face him, not after what he did, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn him to the authorities. She was pushing him away, but at the same time protecting him.

The next morning, she felt shittier than ever. Being in the small island, where everywhere she goes could remind her back to Rafe, she decided to stay in bed and browse through more movies, only going downstairs for a glass of water before going back to her room. She was glad Lucas and her parents were enjoying most of their time here in Obx, and she would do the same if it weren’t for what happened last year.

She was scared. She was mad at herself too, because she couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about what she saw. As much as she hated him now, a part of her still loved him.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“Get the fuck away from me!” She yelled, her eyes red and her cheeks wet. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“No, no, baby, please-”

“Don’t call me baby, I swear to fucking god!” She yelled again, getting into the car and watched as Rafe desperately banged against the car window, pleading for her to hear him.

“It’s not what you think-”

(Y/N) cried, her head painful, and slowly slid the diamond ring from her finger before lowering the window by a slit and throwing it outside. Rafe watched the ring roll away but didn’t care to fetch it, only trying to speak to her through the tiny slit.

“I had to do it, please,” he begged, “Please. Baby. I can’t do this-”

“Go to hell,” she hissed, and sped away.

That was the last time she had ever seen Rafe, and she knew he tried to contact her with different phone numbers every day, but she had blocked every single number. The trouble stopped after a while, and (Y/N) realised how much she had been missing him.

Who could she confront about this?

Who could she tell?

She couldn’t. She loved him too much.

A week after settling in their summer home, (Y/N) was tired of all the screaming and nudging by her mother for her to get out of the house, and ‘get a life’. She didn’t feel like having a whole summer of just hanging out at the beach, not when the last time she had went there and bumped onto Rafe, so she decided to keep her distance off Figure 8 and made her way to the other side of the island.

She had only been there twice with Rafe before, to pick up something at Barry’s (he told her not to worry about it), so she never really quite get used to the road around here.

She stopped the jeep by the side of the road, glancing at the signboard and the road behind her. Did she go too far? Or was this just the wrong way?

She rested her back against the car door, already tired, and decided to just wait until she was good enough to drive home.

It was half an hour later when she heard the roaring of a motorcycle, and she quickly got to her feet, her chest suddenly heaving.

“Yo? You’re okay?”

“Huh?” She fixed her hair, “Um- yeah. Just resting.”

JJ nodded, “You should turn off your engine. You don’t want to-”

Just right on cue, the engine stopped completely and (Y/N) groaned, getting into the car to turn the engine again. It made some noise, until silence fell between them.

“That’s what I’m saying,” JJ said, “Where are you heading to?”

“Oh, nowhere in particular,” she sighed, getting out of the jeep and shutting the door angrily. Good. Just like how she wanted her day to be.

“Let me send you back home,” he offered, pointing to the black ride behind the jeep. She shook her head, her mouth forming into a tight smile.

“That’s alright, I can-”

“Walk back home? Come on, you’re far from Figure 8, and you’re 50 minutes away from The Cut on foot.”

She didn’t exactly wish for this, but it would help.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, helping her up to the motorcycle and placing her hands on his shoulders for some balance.

“You’ve never ridden a bike before?” JJ asked, half-amused. “No, no, because you look nervous.”

“I’ve just never ridden a bike with you driving,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Can you send me to the taxi stop or anything?”

“Really? Why can’t I just drive you home?”

She groaned, “Just send me to the taxi port, Maybank.”

He laughed, putting his helmet on, and (Y/N) placed her hands against her ears at the loud sound of the engine.

(Y/N) hate to admit it; but the ride to The Cut was the most thrilling thing that she had ever felt in months. She felt a smile slowly forming onto her face, and JJ swore he could see it too from the side mirror, and when they finally stopped at the taxi port, she was so happy she felt like buying a bike for herself.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said. “Minus one point for no helmet.”

“I didn’t know I would see you laying by the side of the road,” he rolled his eyes, a hint of teasing in his tone. “But where’s the fun when you’re all safe?”

She hummed in response, “I’ll see you around then.”

“So you’re just going to get an expensive ride back to Figure 8? Why wouldn’t you let me send you off?”

She knew exactly why, but she didn’t want to admit it. She was scared of Rafe seeing her on JJ’s bike, knowing that he’s not on good terms with the pogues, and the last thing she had ever wanted was to make him feel like he was being replaced.

“Don’t trouble yourself too much, JJ,” she sighed. “Besides, you can see me for the next 2 months everyday if that’s what you want.”

He grinned, “Good offer. Will think about that soon.”

(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side before making a move to reach for her phone. JJ watched as she filled in her passcode, went straight to Contacts, and handed him the phone.

“What’s this?”

“Oh god, you’re annoying,” she rolled her eyes. “Put in your McDonald’s order.”

JJ laughed again, his fingers sliding over her phone screen easily to fill in his number, and he handed her the phone back after saving his name as ‘Handsome pogue’.

“I’ll see you around, (Y/L/N).”

(Y/N) smiled, this time sincerely, and she thought about the possibility of spending her summer in The Cut with JJ where she knew there would be no troubles awaiting her.

It was safe to say that JJ and (Y/N) were inseparable after spending so much time together the next few weeks. Everywhere JJ goes, (Y/N) would be there with him, either by helping him with his work in the restaurant or running for groceries to deliver with him. She liked it with him; he took her mind off Rafe, and that was everything that she needed.

JJ knew about the girl’s relationship with Rafe last year, but he was careful not to cross the invisible line. He was gentle with her, always studying her reactions at certain places (he was sure Rafe had taken her to those places before) and in return, she knew everything about him.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” she bit her lips, letting the water soaked her jeans as they laid on the sand, gazing at the view. She felt sorry for the blonde boy after knowing the truth about his father, and wished she could help him in any way.

“That’s okay,” he replied. “Hey, I’m bringing you to meet my friends. Would you like that?”

“Your friends?” She raised her brows, “Like Kiera and Pope?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Would you like to meet them?”

(Y/N) thoughts went back to the many times Rafe had told her about the pogues, but she always saw them as a tight group of friends who always had each other’s backs. She never had that kind of friendship before, especially living in New York where almost everyone is fake, and sometimes wished she could have something like that.

“Okay, yeah,” she nodded, “Would they like me?”

“You’re kidding? You’re amazing!” JJ gushed out, throwing his arms onto the air before slapping the water, resulting in a splash across her face.

She gasped, “Fuck, you’re fucking dead.”

“No, no, I don’t mean it-”

The conversation turned into a water fight, their screams filling the air and attracting everyone’s attention, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She was enjoying the moment, with JJ, and she wished she could do this forever.

“Stop it!” JJ laughed, pushing her down to the sand before pinning her arms on top of her head. He watched as her chest heaved, a smile playing on her lips.

He pulled away, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

(Y/N) pulled him into a kiss, her fingers wrapping themselves around his jawline and allowing the water to completely wet their whole body. JJ softened into the kiss, still so shocked, but he never felt better than ever.

(Y/N) pulled away, giggling. “You’re red in the face, JJ.”

“Huh?” He smiled, and quickly pulled her up with him. “Let’s go to the Chateau. Get you cleaned up.”

“I’m not meeting your friends looking like this, J,” she rolled her eyes, pushing him away slightly. He pulled her close, placing a soft kiss against her forehead that left her all breathless.

“Why not? You’re still pretty.”

She made a face, but let her body be pulled away by JJ to his bike. She was nervous, of course, to see his friends, but she decided it was time anyways.

If she was to date JJ, then she would have to meet his friends and talk to them eventually.

When (Y/N) first entered the chateau, she didn’t know what to expect. Pope and Kiera were friendly to her, but she could feel the strange vibe between her and Kie, but they were both trying to be polite not to mention anything.

(Y/N) knew there was somebody missing from the group, but she didn’t dare mention it to anyone. JJ had hinted about this to her before, something about John B getting convicted, but she had tried her best to stray away from the topic.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Kie smiled, clasping her hands together and laying her back against the chair. She watched as JJ whispered something to (Y/N), feeling her heart tightened when she laughed, and shook her head. Kie would never let anyone like her trouble her.

“JJ, truth or dare,” Kie said, crossing her arms. Her question was directed to JJ, but she watching (Y/N) intently.

“Dare.”

“Come on, we’re short of one person who could think of the best dares,” she said, and (Y/N) realised the piercing tone and attention towards her. She sucked in a breath, not sure if she was just stating or directing the statement to her in a satirical manner.

“Okay, truth,” JJ rolled his eyes.

“Do you miss John B?”

“Kie-” Pope groaned, “Not the time.”

(Y/N) watched as he glanced at her, but quickly pulled away when he realised she was staring at him too.

“Okay, since you guys wanna be such assholes,” Kie sat up straighter. “(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“I’m not playing.”

“Of course you’re playing,” Kie laughed, “You’re fucking with JJ now right? You gotta show-”

“Shit, Kie, what’s your problem?” JJ sighed, throwing his arms up into the air. “She’s a friend of mine.”

“She’s not your friend!” She suddenly exclaimed, “She fucking saw Rafe shot Sheriff Peterkin but decided to keep her stupid mouth shut because-”

“Stop it!” JJ yelled, pushing her against the seat. “Kie! Not right now!”

“What do you mean not right now?” (Y/N) asked, disbelief lacing in her tone. What was even happening? She was having the best time of her life a few hours ago at the beach, and now this?

“Oh, did your boyfriend not tell you?” Kie laughed. “It’s all an act for you to confess to him that you saw Rafe kill Sheriff Peterkin. Don’t fucking act dumb with me, (Y/N), you saw, and you didn’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she gritted her teeth, “I never saw him kill anyone.”

“Bullshit!”

“Kie!” JJ yelled, using all of his power to hold off the struggling girl. He motioned for Pope to take over and tried to reach (Y/N), only for her to walk straight towards the exit.

“Wait, wait, I don’t mean it-” he sighed, wrapping his fingers around her wrist before pulling her close. “I don’t-”

“You betrayed me,” she said. “Are you that stupid? So you planned about helping me to the taxi stop so that I can confess whatever it is about Rafe? Is that your fucking plan?”

“No, oh my god, I didn’t mean-”

“Fuck! I know I can never trust you guys,” she hissed, pulling her hand away before walking towards the door. She groaned again when she realised the lack of a vehicle to drive home, but she rather walk back home than be in the same distance as JJ or Kie or anyone else.

She walked alone all the way to the main part of town so that she could hire a cab, and just to make her day any better; the rain suddenly decided it was time to cool the island, and (Y/N) was left to soak.

She put her arms around her, shivering slightly, looking back at her previous way and wondering how much time she had spent walking from the Chateau. If only she had driven all the way from Figure 8 to The Cut, she wouldn’t have had to waste her time walking mindlessly.

A few minutes after, she saw a car pulling up beside her. She decided to ignore the black vehicle in hope for whoever it is to finally give up.

“Get in, (Y/N).”

Part #2

[15-dogs]

hugger |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x reader

summary: you begin to develop feelings for newt, your employer, and accidentally do the one thing he hates: hugs (super super fluffy! pining, friends to lovers, takes place in between fbawtft and fb:tcog)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, getting injured (nothing serious!), a niffler giving birth (?)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = flashback

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LMAO i rewatched fantastic beasts and unearthed my 8th grade crush on him which gave me this as a product! i hope you like it!!

“Denied again?” you asked Newt. He gave you a curt nod as he paced towards the Kelpie pool. 

You frowned; he always seemed to get quieter after he returned from the Ministry. It had been his third attempt to regain his international passport and, of course, his third run in with his brother, Theseus. And you knew how complicated their relationship was. Newt never really talked about Theseus, except for the offhand comments he would make about him.

So far, all you had gathered about the mysterious Scamander was that he was tall, an Auror, and quite the hugger. You nearly burst out laughing when Newt had mentioned that last little fact about his brother as if it were reason enough to dislike him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander, but that just doesn’t seem like something to hate a person over.”

Newt exhaled in quiet laughter as he pet a Mooncalf, grabbing some treats from the bucket he held. He flashed a kind smile at the Mooncalf before turning off and dropping the bucket to the ground, staring you down from across his basement.

“You haven’t met Theseus, then.”

Newt refused to meet your eyes as he joined you in caring for the Leucrotta. You chewed your lip— perhaps you were making a mistake, talking to him so plainly. He was your employer, after all. You weren’t there to help him make nice with his older brother.

Yet, you continued to speak as if you were a personal acquaintance of his. “What I’m trying to say is you’re an incredibly kind, sweet person, Mr. Scamander.” 

That got his attention. His head slowly raised to meet yours, and when he saw you were already looking at him, he looked away. But that did not deter you. 

“You refer to yourself as these creatures’ mother!” you announced with playful exasperation. That got to him, a soft, harmonic chuckle escaping his lips. “You have such a big heart. I suppose I’m just a little shocked that hugging is the disqualifier.”

Newt’s smile faded as he processed your words. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, thick with emotion. He then shook his head as if it would drive the feelings away, pointing you off towards another creature in need of care.

“Well, what are you going to do?” you prodded, making your way beside him. “Try again?”

“Yes,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug, “that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll keep at it until I get that ban lifted.”

You snorted. “I can see why you were a Hufflepuff— dedication like no other, Mr. Scamander.” 

Newt glanced up at you with a lopsided grin that had your stomach flipping for a moment. The tips of your ears began to heat up and you prayed to Merlin that your hair covered them.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for Newt. It started cultivating inside you with every adoring smile, every impassioned statement, every quiet appraisal. It had soon grown too big to go unnoticed and you knew you were in far too deep.

“Quiet now, quiet now,” Newt whispered to the little Bowtruckle, “mum’s here.”

You were padding down the steps from his apartment, reading the instructions on the back of a potion vile. He had advised you to get it from his medicine cabinet for your headache but you weren’t entirely sure that you picked up the right one.

“Mr. Scamander…” your voice trailed off at the sight of his maternal tendencies.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, “but change can be a good thing. On you hop.” He continued to pet the small and pouty thing before placing it into the makeshift nest he had created, where it was welcomed by the rest of its friends.

That small moment, seemingly insignificant, had caused you to completely fall for Newt. His soft, green eyes fell upon you with a gentle, questioning look at the potion you held. You nodded, answering his silent question without actually telling the truth because, if Newt could be as seemingly perfect as he was day in and day out, you could suffer with a headache for one day.

“Prepare the ointment, please.”

You raised the large container of ointment that you had mixed together in preparation for Newt’s return. “Don’t have to ask me twice, Mr. Scamander.”

He nodded his head towards a desk where you placed the container down. 

Newt began to take off his trademark royal blue coat, flinging it onto a desk as he conversed with you about your work. “How has Molly been?”

You eyed the pregnant Niffler which was milling about in its cage. “Quite well, actually. She’s due any day now.”

“And the other Nifflers?”

“Niffler-y, as always,” you joked, earning a smile from the sandy haired man before you.

“Lovely.” Newt finally turned around, examining your state. “You’ll join me, won’t you? Kelpie’s are easier with two people.”

“Right, yes, of course.”

“Brilliant.”

You undid the buttons on your blouse with haste so that you stood in your pants and camisole, pulling your hair from your eyes as you prepared to hop into the pool. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this, but each time had your nerves thrumming with anxieties that something would go wrong.

You spun around as you took a step towards the edge of the pool, standing shoulder to shoulder with Newt. He extended his hand without looking down, taking yours in his perfectly rough ones, your mouth instantly going dry. Newt looked over at you, so incredibly close that your noses nearly brushed against one another. He nodded and so did you, both hopping backwards into the pool.

Your camisole popped up from the sudden force and Newt quickly looked away as you tucked it back in to the best of your ability. As soon as you were done, you splashed some water his way, striking him in the chest. His eyes went wide with amusement as he did the same to you, hitting you square in the face.

A small wave knocked the two of you back under, the Kelpie swimming its way towards you. You and Newt managed to grab a hold of it, barely staying on as it bucked you two up and down. 

After about the third time the Kelpie lept from the water, you cemented your grip. You let out a loud whoop as the cold air kissed your wet skin, Newt also cheering beside you. The Kelpie dove deep under the water, preparing to rocket you two up. As it breached the water, Newt sent you a disarming smile that had your hands subconsciously loosening. As the Kelpie snapped back under the water, you were thrown off, your body just narrowly missing the stone columns of the pool and splashing with a loud crack in the water.

“(Y/N)!” Newt cried out. His voice was drowned out by the water and by the fact that the pain from the fall had you slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the last thing you heard before you passed out, deep under the water.

You awoke to smell of a savory broth soup flooding in from the room over. You looked around the familiar space, soon realizing that you were sat on Newt’s couch, a blanket tucked firmly up to your chin. Your cheeks grew warm as you inhaled the scent that was distinctly him, scolding yourself for the childish crush you had developed.

You adjusted yourself, sitting up to see a tray of tinctures on the table beside you with a note that read, “Please take these when you wake! Newt.” You followed his orders, slugging them back with a wince at each unpleasant taste.

But then you heard a strange noise from the basement. It was a mix between a squeak and a whine, concerning enough to pull you from your cozy spot on Newt’s couch. You stood up and peered around the corner, hearing a soft, offkey hum ringing from the kitchen where Newt most likely was cooking his dinner. The sound of his voice warmed your heart and you almost, almost, got up to speak with him but you figured you had caused him enough trouble for the day. So instead, you headed into the basement by yourself.

You gripped the railings on the stairs with immense force, hoping not to fall over. Your body felt sore which you could only attribute to your accident earlier. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, peering around when you were met with a pained cry from the Niffler cage. You ran up to it to see Molly the pregnant Niffler whimpering in pain as another Niffler nudged at her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin,” you muttered, “you’re about to give birth, aren’t you, Molls?”

As if Molly could understand you, she let out a loud squeal.

“Oh, Merlin. Time to put that Hogwarts education to the test, I suppose,” you mumbled to yourself to give yourself the confidence you needed to deliver the little Niffler babies.

You snatched the pair of gloves from beside the cage and tugged them on tight, casting a spell so they’d perfectly fit your hands. You unlocked the cage to take Molly out, moving her into a small tray with bedding in it.

“Okay, Molls, you got this. Mum’s here.” 

You rubbed her stomach in small circles, feeling the baby— no, babies— squirm around. One thing was for certain: you needed Newt.

“Mr. Scamander!” you called upstairs. No response. “Mr. Scamander, please!” Still no response. “Merlin’s beard, Newt! Get down here!”

No later did you hear heavy steps growing louder behind you. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! Are you okay-”

You didn’t have time for his rambling. You sent a panicked look over your shoulder, meeting his wide eyes. “Molly is giving birth. Triplets.”

“Merlin’s beard.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in contemplation. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a fighter, I’ll tell you that.”

“What can I do to help you?”

You whipped around. Apparently you’d be delivering the babies. You took in a sobering breath, steadying your shaking hands.

“Something shiny, some snacks, and a towel.”

Newt scrambled around the workspace as fast as he could, dropping the items in front of you. You laid out the towel and snacks beside Molly, massaging her stomach as you felt the babies start to move more than before. It was time. You pulled the shiny object out from behind your back, dangling it above Molly’s head as she delivered three adorable Niffler babies, so distracted by the object that she didn’t realize that she’d given birth. You escorted the babies onto the towel, allowing them to nibble on the snacks as you stripped the gloves off.

“Merlin,” you murmured to yourself in astonishment, “Merlin! I just…”

Newt’s smile was so big it nearly split his face. He nodded, sharing in your excitement. “You did,” he assured.

Completely forgetting about professionalism, you hopped onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug while you laughed melodically. Newt’s thin frame stiffened in your grasp. You gasped, jumping off of him with your hands up.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Scamander. No hugs, I forgot.”

Newt simply stared at you, searching your eyes. You gulped as he took a step closer to you.

“Theseus tends to believe that a hug is just as useful as an apology, so I don’t quite like hugs for that reason.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards, looking around before meeting your gaze. He took another step forward before taking you in his arms. You began to wonder if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest, whether he assumed it was from adrenaline or knew that it was him that drove you mad.

“You should be proud of yourself!” He pulled away to look in your eyes, his arms slinking downwards to rest around your waist. “And, please, (Y/N), no more with the Mr. Scamander business. I’d like to think that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

If professionalism was damned before, it was most certainly damned now.

Merlin, he was so close, you couldn’t help yourself. With your arms wrapped behind his neck, you pulled him into a long overdue kiss. Your heart thundered in your chest but you were too focused on the way his lips melted perfectly into yours, the way he kissed you back with such hunger and vigor that you had to hold onto him tighter, the way you began to smile as he attempted to figure out where to place his hands. 

You pulled away a moment later, Newt following your lips with unpleasant surprise. All you could do was let out a soft chuckle as your cheeks turned pink.

A teasing grin grew on his lips that had your stomach flipping. “I’m positive now that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

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