#they’re way scarier than sharks

[goryhorroor]

sharks movie will never scare me but alligator/crocodile movies? color me fucking terrified

[neonponders]

Part 17 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🐬

Part 16

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 )

~ on ao3 ~

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Billy leaned against his car, exhaling a stream of silver-blue smoke like a chimney into the night sky.

“Biwwy! Biwwy, hi!”

“See, Stevie? He bweathes firwe! Can you bweathe firwe? I wanna twy!”

Billy chuckled as Steve approached. He exhaled another stream, lips softly puckered as he greeted, “Hey, chipmunks.”

He tapped his cigarette in one hand to loosen the ash, but with the other he reached forward to offer the little ones a finger. They held onto him with smiling faces. “You’re looking fresh.”

“We wode bikes!” little Steve exclaimed. “And Hop got us new cwothes!”

“Already?” he crooned.

Little Billy added, “Course aweady! We’rwe fast!”

Billy listened but his eyes had drifted up to Steve. He raised the cigarette pinched between his fingers. “Last puff for a rough day?”

“You’re so generous,” Steve sassed, but he glanced down at his pocket, “This is a bad idea,” and took the filter between his own fingers. His lips found the indentions already made from Billy’s mouth.

The silence from his pocket felt foreboding. Then, as he exhaled hot, blissful nicotine, he heard, “We can totawwy bweathe firwe.”

“We’wll be spicy.”

Steve announced, “Not allowed,” as they pivoted toward the store.

Small Billy shrieked, “Why not? ”

Large Billy teased, “Yeah, why not?”

Steve sighed at the sky and warned, “This is the only taste you get.”

His breath was hardly smoke at this point, but the littles grimaced at the smell he blew over their heads. Small Steve complained, “Biwwy smewlls betterw than that.”

Small Billy agreed, “Thewre must be somethin’ we don’t get. Biwwy, what’s the twick to bweathing fiwre?”

The cigarette filter got flicked into the trash can outside the store as Billy said, “You need big lungs for fire.”

The small one lamented, “Ugh! What a cop out!”

Big Steve offered, “Wanna trade shirts?”

“YEAH!” they roared, earning a blurted laugh from Billy. Once in his shirtfront, it was like the night had been reset.

“Hi, Biwwy.”

“Hey, Harrington. You good in there?”

“Yeah!”

“What’s dinnewr?” little Billy asked.

“We’ll see what’s on the shelves.”

“What’s it like, wife-guawrding a big pool?”

“Do you fight any shawrks?”

He chuckled deep in his chest as he grabbed a basket, only to pause at the noise of Steve with a cart. “There’s a budget here.”

“You’re not paying for everything,” Steve defended, “and I like to ride the carts.”

Billy hummed a dubious sound but returned the basket. “Sharks are in the ocean, not pools.”

Small Billy said, “But we watched a big pool with shawrks.”

That gave Billy pause. “Like an aquarium?”

Steve confirmed as they strolled through the fresh produce, “They like animal documentaries. What crunchy water are we trying tomorrow?”

“NO!” small Billy chided.

“These.”

Steve turned around to see Billy waving open a bag next to the pile of peaches. He picked one up and gave it a sniff, before holding it for the littles to smell. Small Steve said dreamily, “That smwells good.”

Little Billy’s features pinched in a skeptical frown. “What makes this one speciawl?”

“Have a little faith. Chances are good that you’ll like them since they’re my favorite.”

A small smile warmed big Steve’s face as he let Billy take the wheel for the little ones. They listened, enraptured, as he shared, “I saw a shark while surfing, once.”

“No way!”

“Werwe you scawred?”

“I didn’t really have time to be scared,” he said while invading Steve’s space to look over the paper list in his hand. If Steve's eyes crossed a little bit at the wave of sunscreen, tobacco, and citrus that came off of Billy and infused his senses, he blinked rapidly to fix it.

“Did it chomp chomp somebody?” small Billy asked.

The bigger one laughed. “No, it got scared off by some dolphins.”

“Dawphins?” little Steve repeated.

“Yeah. They’re like the wolf packs of the ocean. Way scarier than sharks, who swim alone.”

“We don’ swim awone!” little Steve realized. “We’wre dawphins!”

But little Billy ventured in a more cautious tone, “Do you swim awone, Biwwy?”

“I liked surfing alone, but only at sunrise and sunset.”

Billy didn’t realize what was being asked until little Steve consoled, “You’rwe not a wonely shawrk, Biwwy. With Stevie, you’rwe a dawphin. Way coowler. Shawrks don’t scarwe us.”

Small Billy gazed up at his bigger self. “Werwe you scarwed of the dawphins?”

“I got the hell out of there, if that’s what you’re asking. They had little dolphins they were protecting. Sometimes the ocean’s not big enough to share.”

Little gasps got pointed in Steve’s direction. He defended, “I told you he can take care of himself. He looks pretty good in one piece to me.”

Billy smirked as the littles agreed. “I’m gwad you werwen’t chomped, Biwwy.”

“I’d be sad if Biwwy got chomped.”

Steve’s brows furrowed, unsure why he heard something in their tone that he couldn’t read -

Billy sure could, and answered it. “Don’t get any ideas. Dolphins are strong because they look out for one another. Don’t be vigilantes.”

Small Billy scoffed, “What the heck’s a vigiwante?”

“Somebody who does dangerous stuff alone,” big Billy cornered.

“But you do dang’wous stuff alone!”

“I’m big. I can do that from time to time.”

Little Steve whined, “But we wanna be stwong too. So Biwwy and Stevie don’t have to be scawred.”

“Then you won’t be dolphins, you’ll be sharks,” he outsmarted.

But Steve picked up, “Even sharks have pilot fish."

Billy blinked softly, considering that. Before he could agree or refute, Steve finished, "We stick together, right?”

“Right,” echoed the voices from Billy’s pocket.

Steve added, “Then you guys be strong. Billy and I will be scary.”

Billy laughed, “You’re the least scary person in Hawkins.”

“And yet you have foggy memories of Max using my baseball bat.”

Billy’s smile evaporated. “That was yours? You’re joking.”

“Dude, I wish. Every time it rolls around my trunk, I want to throw it into the lake.”

“Don’t say that now. You’re finally interesting.”

“Finally? Why were you riding my ass during basketball, then?”

Billy grinned, but before he could respond, they both heard murmurs behind them and rotated to point stoic glares at a couple of middle-aged women. They jumped like hens with ruffled feathers and moved along. Billy scoffed, “I didn’t realize church let out this late.”

“Bridge tournaments run late,” Steve concurred.

“What’s bwidge?” small Billy asked.

“It’s a card game.”

“Is it fun?”

“I prefer backgammon.”

“Oh yeah?” big Billy taunted. “Are you better with dice than a basketball?”

“You play mean, and yeah. I can hustle at backgammon.”

“We’ll see about that later,” Billy laughed and body-checked Steve out of the way to steer the cart. He gave it a push and stepped on the rail between the rear wheels to ride it down the length of the store to the butcher’s counter. The littles giggled and whooped at the rush of air in their faces.

Steve didn’t stop the smile on his face as he frisbee-tossed bacon and sausage packages into the cart. The shelves were out of ground meat, so he waited for the butcher to grind up some while Billy returned from the freezer section with beer and -

“Is that frozen pie dough?”

“Yeah? What’s the matter?” he challenged.

“Nothing,” Steve quickly retreated. “I never guessed that you bake.”

“I make a mean pot pie, Harrington. It’ll knock your tits off.”

Billy smiled, ready and waiting for Steve’s retort -

“No!” little Billy interrupted. “Don’t hurwt Stevie’s chest. I sweep there.”

Steve offered a finger for the littles to hold while he reassured, “He’s just spitting hot air...” He pressed the rest of his fingers against Billy’s shirtfront. “Wow, you do run hot, though.”

“What’d I say about feeling me up?”

“Well, nothing, yet.”

Steve’s eyes darted between the movement of Billy’s swallow and, by now, a very familiar rosy flush to his cheeks. A small smile lifted Steve’s features before he could stop it, but he removed his hand to give him some space.

As they finished their lap around the store with the dairy wall, Steve diverted, “B, which yogurt do you like so far?”

“The owange one.”

Steve looked at big Billy, who frowned curiously. Steve explained, “That’s the peach flavor. Good choice. Stevie?”

“Pink!”

“Peach and strawberry,” he narrated as the tubs were set inside the cart...

A loud commotion in the middle of the store suggested that someone had knocked over a display. Steve laughed softly, “I expected us to be the noisy ones, especially with you popping wheelies.”

But as they came around and walked toward the cash registers, they looked down the cereal aisle where a familiar blur of dark hair and denim was putting boxes back on the shelves before rushing out of sight.

“What’s Munson’s malfunction?” Billy asked.

“Hopper said that he’s been acting strange. Stranger than usual.”

Billy thought over that and said, “He’s not one to enjoy his own merchandise.”

“You deal with Eddie Munson?”

“He travels for music stuff,” Billy confirmed, “which means a decent variety in kush.”

“Huh,” Steve reconsidered. “I never tried hitting him up. I figured he’d probably charge me a small fortune.”

“I sure would,” Billy confirmed.

“What part of Scoops Ahoy and Family Video makes me look like I sweat money?”

“It’s daddy’s beamer you’re driving,” Billy smirked, and pulled the end of the cart into a cashier lane. He dropped a plastic barrier onto the conveyor belt to separate what he and Steve paid for, but for all his talk, Billy put the meats and peaches on his side. Steve offered, “You’ve got all that?”

“Don’t ask me that again.”

Steve held up the yogurt defensively on its way to the conveyor belt.

[ladycatofwinterfell]

✨

Jeyne W meets Ned and Cat for the first time! Also lighthearted modern au <3 I might continue this just because it was fun to write

“Your parents are so scary” Jeyne whispered.

Mr. and Mrs. Stark were standing not far away from the entrance, looking out over all the people. Mr. Stark had a way of keeping his face completely neutral while his eyes were cold as ice that was unnerving, to say the least. Not that he wasn’t nice, Jeyne had heard he was always perfectly polite and kind, even, but that somehow made him even scarier. What was he actually thinking? Mrs. Stark didn’t look as cold but there was a sharpness to her that was impossible to not notice, as if she was searching for weakness. While it was a lot easier to tell what she was thinking that worked the other way around for her. One could tell she was annoyed or upset. Jeyne had observed them from afar all night.

They rarely looked at each other as they spoke, never so much as a glance. Still they seemed to be in perfect sync.

“You don’t have to be afraid of them” Robb said with a smile. “They can be sharks sometimes, but not to family. Except their siblings sometimes, but that’s different.”

“Sharks?”

“They’ll circle around their prey, closing them in, before attacking. It usually ends in a bloodbath.”

He really wasn’t making it any easier for her. And though it was obvious that he was joking it didn’t make her any less nervous.

“And what does that mean?” she questioned.

“That they both grew up in insane corporate environments and were taught to be cutthroat before they could spell cutthroat in order to do good business. But they’re really nice in private and I know they’ll love you. Mom has been asking to meet you for so long.”

That wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Maybe Mrs. Stark wanted to meet her to see if she was as bad as she thought. Maybe Mrs. Stark would hate her. Maybe Mrs. Stark already hated her.

Jeyne felt like she was going to suffocate, it must have been noticeable on her face.

“Really, Jeyne, you don’t have to worry” Robb said and then pointed towards Mr. Stark. “His nails are pink because my little cousin wanted to paint them, he’s soft. And Mom is… well, Mom.”

It was hard to tell if what Robb said was true from that distance. If Mr. Stark’s nails were truly painted pink it had to be a very light pink.

“Theon says your mother is super scary.”

All she had heard from Theon were things about how scared he had been of Mrs. Stark when he was little.

“Don’t listen to a fucking word Theon says about my mother.”

“I haven’t heard him say���“

The shiver that ran down her spine made her unable to keep talking. She was quite sure of that hawks didn’t have blue eyes, still that was what she was most reminded of when Mrs. Stark’s eyes met hers.

Jeyne was unable to look away, stared as Mrs. Stark said a few words to her husband. Then he also looked towards Jeyne. He considered for a moment before answering his wife.

“Have I upset them?” Jeyne whispered.

Robb threw a quick glance at his parents.

“Not at all, they just look like that.”

Then Robb waved at them and Jeyne wanted to sink through the floor as they began walking towards her and Robb. Still she tried to smile.

Robb’s parents were not any less terrifying up close. On the contrary they seemed to grow scarier with every step they took towards her. Though they seemed happy. At least Mrs. Stark seemed happy.

“You must be Jeyne!” Mrs. Stark said with a smile as soon as they were within hearing.

She was tall. As tall as her husband. A head taller than Jeyne.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you!” she continued before Jeyne could confirm that she was indeed Jeyne.

“You too!” Jeyne said, hoping they couldn’t hear how nervous she was.

“You’ve probably figured that out by now, but we’re Robb’s parents” Mr. Stark said.

He extended a hand towards her. Jeyne suppressed the urge to dry her hand on her skirt and then shook it. Mr. Stark’s handshake was as firm as she had expected it to be. And his nails were pink, just as Robb had said.

“I like your nails” she said.

She hoped it would land, that he wouldn’t in some way be offended by it.

There was a hint of a smile on his face as he raised a hand to look at his pink nails.

“Catelyn’s niece has recently discovered nail polish and I’ve always had trouble telling the little ones no.”

“He spoiled our girls rotten when they were little” Mrs. Stark told her. “I expect he’ll do the same to yours once you have them.”

“Mom!” Robb exclaimed. “Don’t say that!”

Mrs. Stark grimaced at that.

“Sorry.”

[easierreadthandone4711]

Shark Week

It’s about that time for my uterus to start torturing me, reminding me that I am not carrying a child inside. I know this, not only because of my calendar but because my emotions just shifted from sad girl to don’t fxckin try me. This usually lasts only a day thankfully, otherwise I’m just a sensitive girly. I think the most embarrassing time was tearing up from a bounty paper towel commercial.. it’s a problem to say the least.

Truly, I think my period serving as a reminder that I’m without child just brings my ass down. I have three babies, two angel babies and I’m still bumming over this monthly reminder? Yes. If there was anything I was certain about, it’s that I am supposed to be a mom. The silly part is getting bummed out as if I’ve even had the sex to make one. 🥲 #sadgirl for life I guess. When am I not a sad girly? When I’m with my babies. Every month, it’s the same thought: do I really wish I were pregnant? Yes. Every. Damn. Month.

I’ll be honest, I’m not even someone who “enjoyed” being pregnant. I didn’t hate it either, however, the hurdles I went through made it difficult to say “I love being pregnant”.

I miscarried the first time I got pregnant, and almost died after having my first. Two blood transfusions were needed, officially putting me in a “high risk” category after an antibody was found. My youngest was the smoothest pregnancy and labor I had. I imagine she’s the reason I’m so confidently ready to keep having babies.

The flutter that turns into kicks is definitely a highlight of all my pregnancies. I would play with my babies while they were in there, a little game of tag if you will. I would tap on different parts of my belly and wait for their response. I spoke to them all the time. Little did they know, they were becoming my best friends. There was never a time I felt alone while I was pregnant, they were as present to me as if they were out of my body already. “Good morningggg” “What are we going to eat?” “You know what you need to try, your grandfathers veal piccata” “Sorry that was so loud, it’ll quiet down again soon” I feel like my hand never left my belly.

When I say I was SAD when they were out of my body… oof. The loneliness I felt. Now I had to share them with this horrible world and this world doesn’t deserve them. The maternal instincts had kicked in when I saw the positive sign on the stick to protect them but it amplified in ways I never imagined. A trip to the grocery store was scarier than it used to be. I can’t trust the drivers around me, everything is filthy, I don’t want them getting sick, every stranger was a potential danger to my baby and it was overwhelming at times. Getting gas? Stepping out of the car with them inside of it, you’d see me making silly faces or waving into the window. “Mommy is still hereeeee - you’re not alone”

Frankly, I don’t think that feeling has gotten any better. They’re ranging from 12-15 years old now and the fact that I can’t be with them every moment leaves a constant reel of ‘things that can go wrong’ playing in my head. Are their peers being kind to them? Are their teachers treating them with respect? Don’t worry, I’m not irrational in any of this. I realize my kiddos have to grow into themselves and this society we live in today and they need to do that their own ways. I can only hope that if they find themselves in a situation where they are unsure how to move, they’ll reach out to me.

I’ll never be able to understand the neglectful parents, The abusive parents, The absent parents - never ever. When I look at my children, there’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do to keep them happy healthy and safe. Not one fxcking thing. Our babies are born and as a mother, you’re literally their lifeline. You’re it. You’re the one responsible to love them and take care of them. I’m not going to dismiss fathers here but let’s be realistic and admit that there’s something about the bond between a mother and her child. The baby felt you first, they heard you first, their heartbeat started in you. That’s something NOBODY else in the world can say they have except that mother and that child.

Post partum depression is a struggle in itself. Not only did you spend the last nine months growing a life inside of you but now your beautiful baby is here and for some reason you’re not okay. Then you blame yourself. 😓 I should be happy. I should be over the moon in love with my baby. I’m already a bad mom, I’m not even happy. The guilt, the shame and the doubt that inserts itself creates such a dark shadow over you. The baby is crying and you sit there staring off or maybe you cry too. If by chance you’ve dealt with this before, or maybe dealing with it currently, please know, there’s nothing wrong with you. Give yourself some grace as your body just went through something truly traumatic. You did not just deliver a pizza, you grew a life inside of you, managed to bring them into this world - THAT in itself is incredible, as many women who were unable to do so can probably tell you the same, it’s not easy for some. Be proud of yourself, even if just for this moment right here as you read this. Be proud of yourself. You made it this far and you and baby are gonna grow with each other, into this new life together. The life before them doesn’t exist anymore, it’s not supposed to feel easy and seamless. You’re gonna figure it out and I know you’re strong enough because you made it this far already. Don’t discredit the last nine months. Don’t discredit the labor. You did that shit and you’re gonna conquer so much more and it’ll be the most bittersweet and incredible thing to watch your baby learn and grow into their own selves… and as strong as you remain, they’ll mimic your strength in the future. There’s no giving up now mama - you’re gonna show that baby EXACTLY what you’re made of. You’re that badass who brought them into this world and you’re gonna walk alongside them in this world - frankly, they won’t even notice that they’re carrying you too. They’re the reason you keep going ♥️ y’all have each other, just like that day you saw those two lines show up on that stick.

Didn’t expect this post to go this route but I miss my babies and there’s not a second that goes by that I don’t remember why I’m here - and that’s because of them 💜💚🩷

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Stormy Daniels Speaks Out After Trump Indictment amid Fears for Her Safety

March 31, 2023 9:39 PM PST

Stormy Daniels is weighing in on the indictment against Donald Trump.

via People:

On Thursday, the former president, 76, was indicted by a grand jury in New York, making him the first sitting or former president in U.S. history to face criminal charges. The indictment comes more than six years after he allegedly paid $130,000 in hush money to adult film star Stormy Daniels while he was the presidential candidate in 2016.

“Trump is no longer untouchable,” Daniels told The Sunday Times. “A person in power is not exempt from the law. And no matter what your job is, or what your bank account says, you’re held accountable for the things you’ve said and done, and justice is served.”

Though she added that the grand jury’s decision is “vindication,” she also said, “It’s bittersweet. He’s done so much worse that he should have been taken down [for] before. I am fully aware of the insanity of it, being a porn star. But it’s also poetic; this p—- grabbed back.”

She went on to share her thoughts on the inevitable fallout over the indictment.

“It’s monumental and epic, and I’m proud,” Daniels said. “The other side of it is that it’s going to continue to divide people and bring them up in arms. He’s already gotten away with inciting a riot, and causing death and destruction. Whatever the outcome is, it’s going to cause violence, and there’s going to be injuries and death. There’s the potential for a lot of good to come from this. But either way, a lot of bad is going to come from it, too.”

Daniels, whose real name is Stephanie Clifford, told the outlet that since the indictment she has already been the target of threats on “all social media platforms, and email, and phone,” adding that she’s afraid “for the first time ever.”

“Part of me is hesitant to say that, because you don’t want blood in the water. It kind of encourages the sharks. It’s especially scary because Trump himself is inciting violence and encouraging it.”

She clarified that Trump isn’t the one she’s afraid of.

“The country is more divided and people are more desperate. I’m not afraid of him, or of the government, but it just takes one crazy supporter who thinks they’re doing God’s work or protecting democracy.”

She’s also not “as scared” to see Trump in court, pointing out, “I’ve seen him naked. There’s no way he could be scarier with his clothes on. And after what [Michael] Avenatti put me through last January, I’m not as scared.”

Avenatti, Daniels’ former lawyer, was convicted of fraud after he stole around $300,000 of the $800,000 advance for her October 2018 book Full Disclosure about her alleged affair with Trump prior to his presidency. He was his own counsel and grilled Daniels for hours when she was on the stand, per The Times. He was sentenced to four years last year.

Daniels said she’s ready to serve as a witness for the historic trial in the charges against Trump.

“I hope that I do have to. I’m not afraid, I have nothing to hide, and I look forward to telling everybody what I know.”

Revealing her first thoughts on Trump’s indictment, Daniels said it was “a shock. There was no warning.” She had just woken up from a nap and was outside riding her horse.

“There’s something really ironic and hilarious that I got the news about the indictment while I was sitting on a horse named Redemption,” she joked, noting that she purchased Redemption with a portion of the alleged six-figure payout she received from Trump.

Though Daniels has alleged she and Trump had sex in a hotel room in Nevada back in 2006, Trump has denied the claim. His now-former attorney Michael Cohen pleaded guilty to charges related to the lump sum in 2018 and was sentenced to three years in prison. He was also disbarred.

Asked what the money was for if she and Trump allegedly didn’t have sex, Daniels said, “I don’t know. I don’t think he’s ever answered that question.”

She went on to share her thoughts about Cohen, who she made amends with in February 2021. “I know that he is worried for his safety and his family — and even my safety.”

“He was sort of responsible for making my life hell, indirectly. But part of me understands that he was trying to be loyal and do his job and really thought he was trying to do the right thing. And it takes a brave person to do what he’s done.”

Adding what she believes was the turning point in her alleged encounter with Trump, Daniels continued, “If I hadn’t signed the NDA, and I hadn’t taken the hush money, then he didn’t do anything wrong. He banged another hot chick — which he’s kind of known for doing — and nothing about that is illegal. Signing the NDA and taking the hush money was actually the greatest gift that I gave. Because it’s what made it illegal, which made it possible to actually go after him.”

She added that her work as an adult film star was “used to ruin my credibility.”

“Can you think of a single time that ‘porn star’ wasn’t put in front of my name?” she told The Sunday Times.��� Imagine if I did something else — would ‘school teacher Stormy Daniels,’ or ‘accountant Stormy Daniels’ have ever been printed? No, it was salacious and used against me and used to ruin my credibility.”

She did, however, use the title to her advantage. “Because I couldn’t be shamed. I couldn’t be threatened with nude photos — they are everywhere.”

When she first shared her story, she said she “would get messages that my daughter should be euthanized.” But when she tied the knot with another porn star, Barrett Blade, last year she thought the drama “was behind me. And now I’m responsible for subjecting another person and another person’s family to s— that they didn’t ask for. I feel like I’m a danger to anybody who I love or care about, or supports me or I’m friends with.”

Asked if she has regrets about going public with the allegations against Trump, she said she has mixed feelings.

“Sometimes in the moment, I’m like, ‘What the f— was I thinking? Was it worth it?’ But I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror. If I could go back far enough to where I did go to the hotel that night, I wouldn’t have done that. But…coming forward, I would do the same thing again. Because it was the right thing to do.”

The charges against Trump may be made public next Tuesday, when the former president is expected to appear in a Manhattan courtroom for his arraignment, according to his attorneys.

Who would’ve ever thought that Stormy Daniels would end up being the person to send Donald Trump to jail?

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Siren, Pt.2.

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4 . 11 . 20xx

Good evening,

it is 2:46 AM at the time of writing.

My eyes cleared up enough to see the lines on the paper, my irises are still inflamed and white but it’s better than the previous morning.

Our hunt today was fruitful. The submarine was in range for long enough that i am now familiar of its disturbance of frequency, so now I can locate it in the case they pick up speed again.

On the other hand, I am slowly becoming more of a liability than a help, my body is so strained that ol'ocra had to get me back on deck after 5 hours. They had to go back to the ship's sonar to attempt to keep up. My corneas haven’t been recovering in the speed they used to, and my throat feels as if I was swallowing chainsaws. I hope we can get this mission done soon, or else it will just become worse.

Amidst the interlaced panic of the ship, I asked Sirius to take a picture of my eyes at their current state, I thought Midoriya would like an addition to his notebook. At least I would have been useful for something.

Till next time.

" Akito and I's town is..... old-fashioned."

Shoji was laying on the bed of the musician, explaining how far back he and Akito go while she was replacing her guitar strings.

" Their family hasn’t had a visible mutative adaptation in the previous generation , only certain attributes or little physical traits, for example, their sister has a slight grey undertone, which is only visible when the blood drains from her face when she’s panicking or low on sugar. I think their dad has webbed feet. Their quirks are not impressive, they’re a family of fishers. But Akito is a fucking mystery. How they won the fucking genetics lottery is insane, going back into the archives to explain the difference of quirks when registering their quirk revealed that 3 generation ago her family tree had way more prominent features of meropeople, but because of how bad the quirk discrimination was, they kept to themselves, some even living their entire lives underwater. What fucking gets me is how their own parents shame them, imagine also getting bullied by your own mom and dad? ", at this point, Jirou was already tuning her guitar, with hundreds of questions flowing in her mind.

" But Akito was an absolute menace, you see how they are,

still, people got to us, my scars are mostly on my mouth, but theirs are on their legs and neck, aiming for the tail and gills. But what was far scarier than getting attacked by the townspeople was how they’d stand up after it, in a puddle of our mixed blood, and just offer me their hand."

Jirou settled next to the shivering boy on her bed, slowly wiping his tears away with her thumb. it has been 2 weeks of Siren's absence and everyone was. Miserable. Shoji had it worst since they were basically inseparable before, the updates becoming less frequent till this morning, when their homeroom teacher burst into their english class, holding his phone high, reading out a message he had received from the Oki mariner ship:

" The ship got semi fucked so this is the only way i can talk to you, the mission was a success, the submarine was captured, the trigger drug confiscated, and the culprits are tied up right now, including a little girl? she couldn’t be older than 7 years. During the capture, the submarine attacked using shot spears and explosives, both at us and the ship. We were able to dodge, but Siren's tail got sliced to the bone. They saw the young girl with no oxygen mask 40 meters under water. I'm glad the waters have no sharks. The legs are stitched up now but they lost some serious volume of blood, we’re doing our best, I wrote this immediately after checking up on the wound. I expect we will be back at the harbor by midnight. I will contact them to prepare police backup and an ambulance."

Jirou felt 3 buzzes from under the blanket, a little lightning bolt keychain peeking through, she picked up her phone to see texts in the 1-A groupchat;

Icythot: Where is Shoji?

Icythot: he isn't in his room

Icythot: Won’t pick up his phone.

Jirou showed her phone to shoji, who told her to answer on his behalf.

Beats by Dre: my room

Icythot: ok

A knock was soon heard at the door, Jirou stood up to open, revealing two boys.

"Bakugo?"

"Shut the fuck up"

Shoji sat up on the bed, quickly wiping away any remaining tears. Todoroki and Bakugo pretended not to notice, as the first sat at the desk chair, Jirou in her drum-set's stool, and Bakugo standing with his back to the now-closed door.

"...so?"

"what does Amagai like?" Bakugo finally cut the awkward silence. "Excuse me?"

"what Bakugo means to say, is that we’re wondering what to include in a welcome-back basket for them, and since you’re the closest to them, we thought we'd ask you." clarified Todoroki.

"oh, I uh, that’s actually a really good idea, I bet it’ll cheer them up, and i know of some things they’ve been really needing for a while."

"Perfect, we’ll be waiting downstairs, get dressed.", said Bakugo, already outside, soon followed by Shoto.

[eidetikr]

❝    Personally,    I    find    𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗞    𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞    to    be    ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦    𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒,    I    mean    ⸺    it    really    only    focuses    on    the    more    sensationalized    species    that    are    known    to    have    attacked    humans in the past,    and    it    consistently    frames    sharks    in    the    way    that    they    relate    to    humans,    making    them    look    much     scarier    than    they    actually    are.    ❞    Reid    remarked    with    a    look    of    scrutiny    sprawled    across    his    features,    brows    furrowed    together    tightly.    ❝    ⸺    Well,    that    and    they    hire    fake experts    to    give    false    statistics    or    facts    with    no    basis    in    reality,    which    is    weird,    because    they    claim    they're    trying    to    …    dispel    ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑓𝑢𝑙    𝑚𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑠    about    sharks,    but    they’re    actually    one    of    the    ᵐᵃᶦⁿ    ᵖᵉʳᵖᵉᵗʳᵃᵗᵒʳˢ    in    spreading    negative    stereotypes.    You’re    actually    statistically    more    likely    to    get    struck    by    lightning,    or    …    die    in    a    𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌    𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏    𝒎𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓    𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.    ❞

₀₁. @susponte : ❛ We’re the only species on Earth that observes Shark Week. ❜

[autisticlancemcclain]

There’s a nudge on her arm. “Hey, Allura, wanna see something cute?”

Allura looks over in interest. She would like to see something cute.

“Yes,” she says. Keith grins at her.

“Watch this. Hey, Lance.”

Lance doesn’t look up from his sewing, but shifts a little so he’s pointed vaguely in Keith’s direction. “Yeah?”

“Sharks are the most dangerous thing in the ocean, right?”

“What? No!” Lance doesn’t even take the time to stick his needle in the fabric like he usually does, shoving the whole project to the side and turning to face Keith fully. He’s all fired up, brown eyes narrowed and serious and hands waving all over the place.

Allura hides a smile in her hand.

“Sharks are the least dangerous things in the ocean! They’re just big dumb fish, doing their best! And they do such a good job, too!”

“Good job doing what?” It’s Pidge who asks, as she throws a blanket over her shoulders and settles in. She, too, has recognised this part of Lance — the passionate part, the teaching part. The most lively and excited part of him. He’ll keep going until he’s stopped, and he won’t be stopped any time soon — as Allura does a quick glance around the room, she sees the rest of the team making themselves as comfortable as possible, sappy smiles on their faces, just watching Lance lecture.

“— so they don’t even realize! It’s not their fault. If you want to talk about real dangers of the ocean, there are lots! Freaking dolphins, for starters, the buttheads. They suck.”

It’s Coran who speaks up next, leaning close to Lance and looking positively delighted about everything he’s saying. Unsurprisingly, considering Coran’s interest in biology. “What is a dolphin, dear?”

“The menace of the sea!” Lance throws his hands up as he says it. “They’re horrible Coran, horrible!”

A moony sigh comes from beside her. Allura glances over at Keith, eyebrow raised, to see his chin resting in his hand, as he stares at Lance with the most besotted face she’s ever seen on a person. She’s starting to think Keith had a more selfish reason for getting Lance all excited.

She snorts to herself. Of course he did.

“— and, they intentionally inject themselves with pufferfish venom to get high! That’s not actually a big deal, though. It’s kinda funny. The real problem is the shark murder, because dolphins suck. But —” he brightens considerably, grabbing his tablet and running over to the console at one end of the room. He syncs them, and a hologram flickers to life on the wall, reflecting the home screen of the tablet. Lance opens the ‘photos’ app, selecting a folder called ‘spooky ocean stuff ��’.

“There’s way scarier stuff in the ocean! Look!” A picture of a horribly long creature with dozens of tentacles pops up. “This is a colossal squid! They were once thought to be extinct, but they’re not! They’re real! They’re usually about 45 feet long as adults, and often fight and eat sperm whales as well as each other! They’re cool. Next is my favourite, arguable the only dangerous sharks — bull sharks — but in their defense they’re not really dangerous, they’re only in this folder because I love them and talking about them.”

“That’s true,” Hunk whispers. “He loves bull sharks. Once a swarm of them came real close to the shoreline by his house, and he tried to swim with them. I thought his mother was going to have an aneurysm.”

Shiro chuckles. “I have no issue believing that.”

Allura doesn’t either.

“Oh oh oh and you know the Alaskan Bullworm from Spongebob? Well, let me tell you, it’s not that far off from reality —”

He continues on like that, sliding through photo after photo of terrifying Earth creatures, each scarier than the last. Allura is particularly perturbed by the blue-ringed octopus.

“—and the best part is, there’s more to discover! We’ve only searched about five percent of Earth’s oceans, so there’s lots more to learn about!”

Allura blinks. “All of… that,” she says, “that’s only five percent?”

Lance beams. “Yep!”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Yep!”

“That’s so cute,” Keith sighs under his breath, and Allura assumes he’s talking more about Lance’s beaming smile and flapping hands and less about the fact that he lives on a danger planet. She grins, shaking her head fondly.

What a loser.

[bitches-who-write]

Playing pool games with the Bower's gang

It’s the middle of summer and there’s not much to do in this heat. It was Patrick’s idea to have a pool day. Vic is the only one with a pool and given that his parents are away on vacation, it only made sense to hang out there. 

Once you change into your swimsuit, expect these boys to gawk...especially Patrick and Henry.  Belch and Vic do too, but they’re more subtle about it (kinda).  It doesn’t stop with the staring though.  Patrick and Henry would 100% be trying to cop a feel. Better make sure your swimsuit is secure.. 

-Reggie (Belch) would be one to playfully pick you up, tossing you gently into the pool. And of course lots of splashing 

-Henry would definitely chase after you, end up catching  you, then throw you in for splashing him earlier.

-Patrick is not a gentle dude… what’s playful in his mind is considered dangerous for a sane person. He would be holding you in place by your waist, but trying to dunk you under water by holding your head down. He would also sneak underwater and come up from under you, putting you on his shoulders just to hear you gasp and scream, holding onto him for dear life.

-Vic on the other hand is more teasing than anything. Splashing you, stealing your boogie board from under you after just gaining your balance, randomly poking your sides making you flinch 

Now, we all know the classic game of Marco/Polo… but considering it’s Henry and Patrick here, and they thrive off of making you scared, they recommend a more adrenaline pumping game. As Henry would say, “no kiddie shit here.”

The game is called Shark. It’s basically a spin off of the ‘quiet game’.�� One person is the hunter (A.K.A the Shark), while the rest are the hunted. The hunter must keep his or her eyes shut and rely only on sound.  Super intimidating considering who you are playing with.  Once found, you are picked up from your place and dunked (playfully of course) under water. One rule that’s strictly enforced is, you’re not allowed to sneak out of the pool. You must remain in the water until found. 

Patrick would want to be the hunter first.  He would have that signature smirk plastered to his face as he stops moving dead in his tracks, listening intently for any heavy breathing, water splashing, or if anyone is trying not to laugh. 

Sadly you have been trapped. Henry would be smirking at you happily across from you, while Vic is trying not to laugh but semi feels bad for you.  Your back is pushed up against the edge of the pool, arms held up to avoid making any unnecessary noises while your hand covers your mouth in attempts to not laugh or scream..or both.

 Although Patrick’s eyes are closed, he can tell you’re in front of him.  To make things scarier (cuz that’s just Patrick), he would taunt and be like “I’m getting closer” or “gonna get ya”. That’s all you needed to hear as he inches closer, making you scream but laugh, trying to run. Have you ever tried to run in a pool? Yeeaahh not an easy task.  Considering how tall Patrick is, and how long his arms are,  it doesn’t take much to catch up (IF you even managed to get away in the first place). Be prepared to be dunked. 

-Don’t bother hiding behind Henry, he won’t help you.  He would team up with Patrick and go after you, too.  

-Vic would laugh and half help you but at the same time, he would probably fake you out and lead you right back to Patrick or Henry finding your predicament hilarious.  

-Belch would be the only one to let you use him as a shield, climbing on his back for a piggy-back-ride. 

The rest of the day would consist of playing more pool games, splashing each other violently,  water gun fights that get way too competitive.  After having enough of the water, the guys would steal your towel, throwing it to each other so you can’t get it.  Once Patrick gets it again, he would hold it above your head knowing you can't reach it. Belch would finally give in and take it back from Patrick, smacking him off the back of the head.

Vic would order pizza and Henry would start opening beers. You would be watching tv from the couch, trying not to fall asleep as the rest of the guys continue to drink and play card games with each other, being extremely loud. 

Overall it would be a fun day, but you might leave with a few bruises... nothing you're not used to already when hanging out with the Bowers gang. 

[crimsonmasks]

(Call Me) Little Sunshine 1/?

BCC polycule monster AU where kayfabe is real and AEW is home to demons, sirens, werewolves, an alien, the undead, and in the case of the BCC, vampires.

“You don’t ever think about getting a leg up sometimes?” Yuta asks. “It’s a big decision, but–”

Danny straightens and grunts, putting the bar back into place. “Never. You think Jericho and his boys aren’t just beggin’ to get their teeth into all this?” He gestures to himself and Yuta snickers. 

“I’ve told him no every single time. I ain’t like them. And neither are you.” 

“I just think,” Yuta starts. “This isn’t, like, a bad offer.”

Yuta knows, logically, his job is weird. 

Sometimes he tries to explain it to people, long winded explanations about how he arrived at the point of being in a televised fighting tournament meant for only the most gifted and exceptional athletes, and how some of them (most of them, he thinks, at least the more popular ones) have what Yuta might call an unfair advantage. He doesn’t hold it against them–far from it, Yuta takes pride in being one of the only regular, average humans in his line of work–but he does know, in the part of his brain that comes home at night to Chuck’s pull out sofa that’s long since stopped actually folding into a bed, that yes, his job is weird. 

“This is so weird,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He’s certainly not talking to anyone else in the room, Mox and Bryan and Regal staring at him with unreadable expressions. 

They’ve sequestered him in one of the conference rooms the executives keep for meetings, Yuta situated in one of the seats at the middle of the table. He wonders what it says about his confidence that he didn’t pick a chair at the head of the table even in a meeting solely about himself. 

“You don’t have to say yes,” Bryan huffs. Mox rolls his eyes at the comment, seemingly hearing it before. 

“Yeah, you do; come on, Wheeler, think about it,” Mox begs, his voice strained like he can make Yuta decide if only he’s passionate enough. “Just a couple of test matches, I know you’re gonna get over anyway, and that’s it, you’re in.” He stalks around the room like his legs won’t let him stop, veering to clap Bryan on the back. 

“You trust us, don’t you? Two of the best guys in the business, we can make you so good, Wheeler, all you gotta do is say the word.” 

Yuta wants to squeak, ‘am I not already good?’ but Regal speaks before he can, commanding the room with the accent light on Yuta’s ears.

“What my protégées are trying to say, dear boy, is that you don’t get opportunities like this often. Once, if ever, in a lifetime.”

“Several fuckin’ lifetimes, even…” Mox says under his breath. He continues to pace, occasionally crowding around Yuta like a shark might circle a seal. 

“Take some time and consider it, Sunshine.” Regal squeezes Yuta’s shoulder and his breath hitches. Then they’re gone, all of them falling into step and leaving Yuta alone in an empty room with just his thoughts to keep him company, the sound of the door echoing through the empty hall. 

Yuta lies awake that night turning over the ideas in his head. He likes being with the Best Friends–loves them, each and every one of them. However, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be at the same level as his friends without having to fight tooth and nail for it. 

Kris isn’t normally allowed to use all her powers in the ring out of fairness, but even without the weird alien telekinesis she’s strong, so much stronger than any of the others and certainly stronger than Yuta. Yuta thinks about Danhausen, who’s only recently taken to following Chuck and Orange around, and how even as a bumbling, weird little freak he still has the kind of strength and power that leaves opponents quaking. Yuta walked in on him once accidentally, saw him talking in the mirror to some distorted version of himself, bigger and scarier and decidedly non-human, and promptly turned tail and left. 

He thinks about Chuck and Trent and Rocky, the way they throw each other around when they train, too much for Yuta on certain days close to the full moon. Is that what Mox is like with every stable he’s been in? Too powerful for anyone else to handle?

If he took them up on their offer, what would he become? His entire persona would have to change, from Yuta-The-Human to… would he even call himself a vampire? 

Mox doesn’t ever use that word. Yuta knows, watching Mox’s old matches from his couch-bed in Chuck and Orange’s living room, even back when he was a wiry little fledgling doing death matches in backyards, that Mox has never used the V Word. Sure, he’s played it up a little, his long hair falling in his eyes as he carves up another wrestler with a glass tube, licks the blood from his hands and smiles at the camera–Yuta’s dick gets hard and he tries desperately to ignore it, playing the next match on the laptop he got from Chuck as a hand-me-down. 

It’s from a little later in Mox’s career, but still before he hit it big. He sways into the ring with the same signature gait he’s always had, each step powerful if not a little meandering. When he gets on the mic, the crowd boos; Yuta huffs a small bit of laughter at the incredible change in his popularity in just a few years.

His opponent blindsides him with a leap off the balcony before Mox can react, hitting him hard against the mat. Yuta groans as the man takes a belt to Mox’s back, the anguished, “ah, ah!” noises rising above the cheers of the audience. He whips him again, once, twice, before wrapping the belt against Mox’s neck, choking him against the ropes, and Yuta closes the laptop with a sharp crack. 

He’s thinking about it. Just going over his options. That’s all this is. 

~

There are a lot of regular people in the company, but they’re vastly outnumbered by everyone else, the real veterans of the scene, the inhumans. That’s why Yuta seeks out Danny for advice, rather than someone like Chuck or Orange: they don’t really know what he’s going through, not really. Danny would understand being a regular person, and what this offer meant, and give Yuta his no-bullshit opinion. 

“Why would you wanna be one of those bloodsuckers anyway?” 

He’s spotting Danny as he lowers three hundred pounds into a squat, his thighs flexing. Yuta hovers but doesn’t touch the bar. 

“You don’t ever think about getting a leg up sometimes?” Yuta asks. “It’s a big decision, but–”

Danny straightens and grunts, putting the bar back into place. “Never. You think Jericho and his boys aren’t just beggin’ to get their teeth into all this?” He gestures to himself and Yuta snickers. 

“I’ve told him no every single time. I ain’t like them. And neither are you.” 

“I just think,” Yuta starts. “This isn’t, like, a bad offer.”

“Nah, none of that. That’s how they fuckin’ get you, man. You’re gonna be chained to them for life if you let one of ‘em bite you. No identity of your own; just another bloodthirsty little monster that’s riding a bigger guy’s coattails.” 

Yuta lets the words wash over him and finds that they settle warm in his chest. “Just because you wanna be on your own doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I don’t know how the blood-bonds work but–” 

“But what?” Danny laughs. “You think you’re not good enough on your own? You gotta be someone’s little pet to make it big?” 

“Come on, man–” 

“I’d never roll over for one of them like that. Not any of ‘em, no matter what they promise; not the vamps, or the demons, or the undead, none of ‘em.” 

Yuta can’t help the snort that forces its way out of his nose. “Then why does Chuck say you smell like another wolf all the time? I think you have been rolling over–” 

“Oh, fuck off, Wheeler.” Danny snarls, his face burning red. He leaves the gym so fast that Yuta worries he doesn’t catch the echoing, “Tell whoever is giving you that beard burn that Rocky’s told the whole roster you’re spoken for!” 

~

Yuta turns over the pros and cons in his head for days before he finally gets the courage to text the group chat a simple, [can we talk soon?] 

Trent responds first. [No.] 

His phone luckily lights up with a text from Chuck right after. 

[Yeah I’m almost done]

[Got steak for dinner]

[Is everything okay?] 

[:((((((]

Yuta doesn’t answer. His phone buzzes again when Orange hearts the message about steak and the sound makes him anxious. He groans. 

[yeah everything’s fine]

Trent dislikes the message and Yuta throws his phone into the couch. 

~

“You guys know that I love you, right?” Yuta asks over dinner. There’s a basketball game on the TV that Trent and Orange are watching from the couch while the rest of them sit at the dining room table. Yuta stares at the steak on his plate, jabbing at it. 

His appetite leaves him. 

“‘Course we do,” Chuck says, cutting his own piece of meat into pieces. It bleeds a considerable amount more than Yuta’s does. 

“And I appreciate all you guys have done for me.” 

“We love having you,” Chuck says, beaming. “Best friends, right?” His smile is so earnest that Yuta feels sick. 

“Fuck, okay, I’m just gonna–I’m just gonna say it. I got an offer from Mox to do a try out with his new faction, and nothing’s set in stone, but. But I just wanted to tell you.” 

The sounds in the room grind to a halt. Yuta hears a fork clatter to a plate. Kris stops with a bite of food halfway to her mouth. Chuck stares. 

Yuta watches in silence as Chuck’s face contorts, emotions leaving his features just as quickly as they come.  He settles on a grimace, a pained attempt at a smile. 

“You’re really thinking about leaving?” 

Yuta wants to jump off a bridge. “Not, I mean, not right now–and I won’t, there’s like, a big chance they don’t like me. Or I’m not good enough, I won’t get in, or they decide not to–”

“But you want to?” Chuck asks softly. 

“It’s–” Yuta pauses. Yes, he wants to. No, he doesn’t. He has to do this. He won’t leave his only friends. Yes, no. Yes, no. “It’s a good opportunity.” 

“Oh, bullshit!” Trent says from across the room. “Are you fucking kidding me, Wheeler? Really? We take you in, put you up, teach you fuckin’ everything you know and what, the minute you get a better offer you fuckin’ pack up?” 

“Hey!” Chuck tries, his pack leader voice, which Trent has evidently gotten very good at ignoring. 

“No, you’re gonna let me fuckin’ talk. You gave the kid all your goddamn time and attention and this is how he repays you?” 

“Trent, come on, let’s simmer down a little,” Rocky soothes. 

“God, you all baby him because he’s young and breakable and he totally takes advantage of it and I’m the only one who saw it from the fucking beginning.” 

“You never mentioned wanting to change,” Chuck murmurs, his voice measured amongst the raw emotion. “We could have helped you, you could have been pack–”

“I didn’t want to be anything, before this!” Yuta chokes. “I didn’t want a set path, I didn’t want to change, I didn’t want to be the third wheel while you and Orange tag. I wanted to–to win on my own.” 

“Oh, boo fuckin’ hoo.” Within moments, Trent crosses the room to shove Yuta up against the table. “You know, Wheeler, you belong with those guys; they probably won’t even change you. You can be their pathetic little bloodbag fucktoy, whining about not being strong enough while they take turns–” 

“Trent, that’s enough!” Chuck slams his hands down on the table as he rises to his feet. His lips are pulled back in a deep snarl and his face is red. Yuta eyes Kris for support but she resolvedly doesn’t meet his gaze, her hands raised in a clear approximation of “not my business.” 

Orange makes his way around to Chuck’s side while he postures, his glare still pointed at Trent, who won’t take his hands away from where they’re knotted in Yuta’s shirt. “You’re just gonna let him betray us, then? Aren’t you mad?” 

Chuck makes a noise that would be a sob if it wasn’t so choked down. “I’m fucking gutted, Trent. I know you are too, but this isn’t–” 

“He doesn’t mean anything to me; I was just looking out for you fucking idiots.” Trent releases his shirt then, stepping back. He makes a show of placing his hands up and Yuta wonders why before Trent is very slowly letting his claws out. He takes a few more steps back and drops to the couch, running the very tip of the points over the cushions. With a sheer rip Trent claws through the fabric, the stuffing pouring through the gashes.

“Oops,” he whines, “now where will your little pet sleep?” 

Yuta finally gets his senses back to him and turns on his heel, ignoring the overlapping concerned calls of his name. 

“Don’t go,” he hears Orange say, as close to begging as the man can get. He doesn’t stop until the door is slammed behind him and he’s alone in his car. 

No one walks out of the house to follow him. 

~

Yuta doesn’t ask how or why Danny Garcia has Bryan’s address and is thankful he doesn’t feel the need to explain. He doesn’t want to text before showing up, a stupid, prideful part of him deciding that if Bryan turned him away he would just get a hotel and never show his face around work again. 

The sun sets on his drive over, and Yuta worries briefly if he might be gone. He parks outside the modest place, a regular house in a regular neighborhood, turns off his car, and allows himself one small breakdown. 

His hands hit the steering wheel and his head dips. 

This was stupid. He’s stupid. He left the one stable thing in his life, people that love and care about him, on the single conditional offer of three inhumans he barely knows. He has to prove himself to them, has to impress them, show them he’s worthy of being their equal. Christ, they hadn’t even promised to bite him, he just assumed that was where this was headed–

He doesn’t cry, doesn’t let himself yell, just stares at his knees and whispers, “fuck, fuck,” as his head swims with dread. Yuta can feel it bubbling in his chest, his throat, curling around all his organs like smoke and taking form and strangling–

Someone taps on the window. His head snaps up. 

“You okay, Wheeler?” 

Yuta doesn’t expect genuine concern on Mox’s features but relishes it anyway. He scrubs a hand down his face and finally steps out of the car. “Yeah, man, doing great. My whole faction wants me gone and I have nothing but a single bag and I’m here to beg for a place to stay, so it’s going pretty good for me right now.” 

“Oh, Bry’s gonna love that, he’s a sucker for strays.” Mox snorts, one hand coming to rest on Yuta’s back. “Bring your stuff inside and stop bein’ fuckin’ weird; sitting in your car skulking outside Bryan’s fuckin’ house, thought you were some kinda creep.” 

Yuta laughs at that, a smile splitting his lips before he can remember all the things he should be upset about. By the time he’s settled on Bryan’s couch, the lights off as the other two men retire to some other part of the house, blanket draped over him and pillow borrowed from Bryan’s bed beneath his head, Yuta can almost pretend he’s at home. 

[kuroosweakness]

dad!kuroo | sumi has a headache | masterlist

“i don’t feel so good,” sumi groans while knocking her fist against her head. kuroo whips around from his laptop to see his daughter’s face twisted in pain. 

“oh god” worry immediately overwhelms every bit of him. suddenly, he’s extremely grateful for one hour ago when she was jumping up and down the bed. kuroo quickly stoops down to her level and presses his palm against her forehead. feels normal, not too hot. 

“it hurts,” she wails as she collapses against his chest. “it hurts” 

“aw baby it won’t hurt in a few more hours, just a few more hours,” he says soothingly while rubbing her back, wishing with all his might that it’ll be less than a few hours. why do headaches have to attack sumi out of everyone? 

“hours?” she exclaims with worry. “it hurts too much for- for hours” 

kuroo gives her a small squeeze on the shoulder and looks into her teary eyes. “remember the grape flavored medicine you ate a long time ago?” 

sumi nods and goes back to resting her head on his shoulder. 

“well, if you eat that medicine again, you’ll be as good as new in a few hours,” kuroo tells her while lifting her up with one arm before fully standing up. sumi stares at the floor below her–so high! she winces when her dad’s hair pokes her on the neck. 

“i don’t like grape flavor,” she quietly murmurs. 

kuroo inhales a deep breath as he opens the medicine cabinet. “you’ll only taste it in your mouth for a few seconds. and then i’ll make you something yummy, m’kay?” 

sumi rubs the top of her head against her dad’s upper chest harshly, hoping that the pain will go away somehow. “okay,” she whispers in defeat. why must the medicine be grape flavor, out of all the flavors in the world! 

sumi shuts her eyes and clutches on the neck line of kuroo’s grey t shirt tightly. all she can hear is the ‘pop’ of the medicine bottle lid, a gush of water poured into a cup, and the shake of the pills. 

“sumi~” 

she opens one eye at the sound of her name and stiffens she feels a kiss being pressed on her cheek before her dad says, “say ah” 

reluctantly, she opens her dry mouth and feels a purple pill being placed on her tongue. yuck. 

she can hear her dad stifle a laugh, probably because of the expression she’s making, but it’s nothing to be laughing about >:( 

sumi gulps down a few sips of water. it wasn’t too bad. but it still tastes yucky. “daddy?” she whispers as kuroo shuffles out of the kitchen. 

“hmm?” 

“i ate the grape but it still hurts” 

kuroo shifts her up on his arm and looks a good look at her face. the beautiful sumi smile is replaced with a face of frustration. he presses a kiss on her forehead as his way of kissing the pain away. “your body needs time to process the medicine,” he quietly tells her. “it-” 

“how long?” she whimpers.

kuroo pauses at the front of her bedroom and twists the doorknob. “about 30 minutes...or an hour, punkin. you can sleep the pain away.” 

sumi takes a good look at her bed before deciding it’s too painful to keep her head up. “i don’t wanna- i dont want to-” oh no, why is the aching feeling getting worse? 

kuroo rubs her outer thigh with his thumb and pats her back soothingly like the way he used to when she needed burping. “what don’t you wanna do, baby?” 

“i don’t-” she knocks her head against his shoulder and suddenly feels nerves buzzing inside her hurt. feeling defeated, she points at her bedroom door. “i want to sle-” 

“mm, got it” kuroo heads back outside the room decorated with mint green walls while keeping his hand on her back. just before closing her bedroom door, he suddenly remembers. “do you want a friend to accompany you?” 

sumi nods against his shoulder as kuroo walks back in. 

“who would you like to-” 

“polly” 

kuroo leans down to snatch polly the panda plushie off of her bed. polly doesn’t seem to have a problem with this. sumi reaches out of grab a hold of her plushie and hugs her close. 

“hi polly,” she whispers. 

upon entering back into his room, kuroo sets sumi down on the mattress and goes to turn off the lights. sumi tiredly climbs under the covers and rubs her head frustratedly. 

“daddy...?” she croaks out. kuroo turns around and his eyes dart from her to the panda by her feet. “are you gonna stay here?” 

kuroo gives her a small shrug as he sweeps some strands of hair behind her ear. “if you’d like me to,” he tells her. “if you’d rather be alone, i can go outside-” 

“stay,” sumi insists. kuroo raises an eyebrow, somewhat relieved and happy that his daughter would much rather him stay. “but...” 

she glances at the scary looking plant nervously. the room is dim, with nothing but little sunlight seeping through the blinds. and somehow, it makes the plant look even scarier. 

“can you move plant?” she whispers. 

kuroo glances at what she’s staring at and chuckles. “yes, yes i can.” 

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“guess what~” 

sumi slowly flutters her eyelids open and sees a blurry version of her dad. “what?” she croaks. 

kuroo pulls out smark the shark, fern the fox, tim the turtle, and buddy the polar bear from behind his back. there are way more stuffed animals, but his hands only allowed him to carry four at a time. “they’re here to visit you,” he says with a smile. 

sumi’s eyes crinkle up at the pleasant surprise. “daddy? can i eat my yummy something now?” 

kuroo nods and places the four plushies beside her. “what would you like?” 

“a popsicle!” she beams. sumi tilts her head to feel the pain, but it’s barely there anymore! thank goodness for the grape flavored pill, even though it tasted bad :P

“before dinner?” 

“pleasee~” 

how can he say no? 

[fanimesenseiwrites]

Hi!, how are you?, hope you're well, anyway, can you please do the '' 1 moment that they assist MC when it comes to adjusting to Devildom'' but for the rest of the brothers? (Levi, Stan, Asmo, Belphie) its ok if you dont want too, have a nice day/night <3

I'm well, thank you for asking! I liked this ask so I'm glad someone asked for the other brothers. Excuse the changing format, I was trying to think of the best way to do each story.

Link to the other 3 brothers.

The brothers help out MC in the Devildom:

Leviathan:

MC has always had a healthy fear of the ocean. As one should, it could easily kill you if you're not cautious. Sharks, certain jellyfish, and riptides and whatnot.

So when Levi asked MC to go to the beach with him, they were a little hesitant. But Levi so rarely wants to leave his room so they felt like they had to say yes.

But as soon as they get to the beach, MC feels their fear go past the lengths of healthy

The sand is black???? Which just makes the water look darker and now MC can't see any potential wild life which they're sure is far scarier and/or more threatening than anything the human realm has to offer and-

"MC? Are you okay?" Levi asks gently.

MC briefly wonders if they should tell him the truth or not.

"I... I just... I'm afraid of the ocean," MC confesses.

Levi is little disappointed. This is the only part of "outside" that he likes, he was really looking forward to this. He wants to stay but he doesn't want his best friend to be uncomfortable

"Why are you afraid of it?" Levi asks, wondering if there's something he can do to help.

When MC tells Levi all their reservations, he perks up a little; he can work with that.

Levi takes MC over to the tide pools first, thinking that starting with something small will help

He's right. MC is absolutely delighted by all the little flora and fauna in the tide pools.

Once MC is comfortable with that, he encourages them to get into the big ocean, promising that no sea creatures will harm them while he's there

"But what about riptides? You can't control the ocean."

That's true, he can't control the water... but he can teach them how to swim out of a riptide.

MC feels a lot better just seeing how much effort Levi has put into making them feel comfortable and safe

"Thank you, Levi. You really are a true friend."

Oh boy is he a blushing mess. He just wants MC to have fun tho and he's glad he could help.

Satan:

Satan is in the library one day, just browsing, when he hears a familiar voice mumbling, grumbling, and... crying?

He walks around to the next aisle to find MC sitting on the ground, surrounded by books, and holding their head in their hands.

He frowns. "MC?"

Their head snaps up to meet his gaze. "Oh fuck..." They sniff and wipe their tears away. "Hey Satan."

"What's wrong?" Satan asks as he kneels down next to MC.

MC sighs. "I just... feel really dumb right now..."

"Can I help you somehow?"

"Not unless you can make all these books suddenly read in (MC's native language)."

"Ah, is the demonic script giving you issues?"

"Yes! And I have to write a paper for literature and history and I'm already sucking ass in history, I have to do good on this paper or I'm pretty sure Lucifer will hang me from the ceiling next! But how can I write a good paper if I can't even read the research well?! Like why am I even here? I'm so stupid and useless down here!"

Satan frowns. "You're not stupid or useless. How about I help you with your papers?"

MC looks at him. "... you would do that?"

"Yes. I'll help you find some good books for your research and I'll help you with the demonic script too."

MC sniffles. "I'd really appreciate that."

Satan smiles slightly and helps them. "Of course, we can't have Lucifer punishing you."

MC chuckles. "Yeah..."

...

"Satan!" MC calls out to the demon just before attacking him with a hug.

"Oi! MC! What're you doing?" Satan is a little annoyed but mostly embarrassed by MC's actions.

MC shoves some papers in his face. "Look, look, look!!! I got an 87 on my literature paper and a 92 on my history one!"

Satan smiles at hearing the grades. "Good job, you did very well."

"Well, it's all thanks to you," MC thanks him.

Satan blushes a little. "You put in the work, I just helped."

"Still, I really appreciate it."

"I'm glad I could help."

Asmodeus:

MC is not "high maintenance" by any means

Especially not when you stand them up next to Asmo

But they still care about how they look a little bit

They want to be clean and look clean and well put together

So when they're thrust into the Devildom without a single personal item, it may not be the first thing they're upset about, but they're upset about it

Lucifer orders Mammon to take MC shopping for such personal items but when MC starts asking him about brands and prices, combination to oily skin...

"Fuck this." He pawns them off on Asmo.

Of course Asmo tries to seduce MC first, but as soon as MC says the words "skin care" it's like a switch is flipped

Asmo pulls them into his room and gives them a skin and hair quiz?? Like on paper???? He just has them ready???????

Based on MC's answers, Asmo has all sorts of products to recommend them

He even lets them try some of the products he owns and uses before he takes them shopping for their own products

Asmo goes only a little bit overboard. He loves helping people with body care, but he's not super invested in MC (yet)

This interaction goes a long way in helping MC become comfortable in the Devildom, and though MC won't tell Asmo that, they do thank him for all his help

When they get home, they definitely find Mammon strung up. Lucifer was not happy that he pawned MC off on Asmo

Belphegor:

By the time Belphegor is released from the attic and is even able to help MC, they've already pretty much adapted to life in the Devildom

Belphie pretends not to care, but when he keeps hearing stories from his brothers about all the stuff they've done with MC he can't help but get a little jealous

Belphie keeps trying to find stuff for him and MC to do that they haven't done yet, but he doesn't have much luck...

Then, one night, he catches MC sneaking into bed with him

"MC...?" He asks, sleepily.

MC gasps. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

Belphie just pulls them close and snuggles them. "S'okay..."

"... I had a nightmare... but I always sleep better with you so I thought I'd come in here..."

Belphie hums. "I'll make sure you dream sweetly, don't worry."

MC pressed their face into Belphie's neck. "Thank you."

Belphie is incredibly smug about that the next day, but he won't tell anyone who asks about it.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ships: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong; wizard!yunho x demon!jongho, pirate!yeosang x mermaid!soojin x pirate!mingi (implied)

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, fantasy, humour, romance

author’s note: i can’t believe this is over omg?!?! im legit bawling my eyes out rn 😭😭 i hope you guys like the end of pirate kings because i poured my entire heart into it! 💖💖 also be on the lookout for take me home, aurora, one day at a time and promise references hehe 🌅 🌅 thank you for going on this journey across the seas with me!

warnings: some swearing, mentions of drowning & torture, bittersweet (?) ending

word count: 2.6k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ spotify playlist

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Yunho's POV

My genius plan was that I would become more powerful than Jongho himself. So powerful that he wouldn't even be capable of taking my soul. So powerful that he wouldn’t even dare to try. Little did I know that as I shared my idea with Seonghwa, a certain someone was conveniently listening. Little did I know how this giant mess I'd created will play out...

Once Seonghwa was reassured that I would be perfectly safe despite the deal I had made with Jongho, he left me to my own devices. No sooner had I teleported myself back to my lighthouse than Jongho appeared out of nowhere, visibly angry. But there was something else in his expression. Something I couldn't quite define. Not yet, at least.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, already prepared for the worst.

"All of it," Jongho scoffed.

"Regardless," I spoke confidently. "Even if you do know what I'm planning, you can't stop me. You already know how much potential I have. Or else, you wouldn't have agreed to this deal. I'm right, no?"

Jongho shook his head.

"Your silly little plan won't work, wizard."

"Really?" I smiled, because I knew my own abilities better than he did. I was absolutely certain I could beat him. "And why is that?" I inquired, out of curiosity. He didn't scare me. Just...intrigued me.

"Because I never intended to take your soul, you fool."

Now, that was something I didn't expect to hear.

Jongho had somehow managed to catch me unprepared.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You know why I'm stealing so many souls?" I was about to open my mouth but Jongho wasn't having it. "Ah-ah, just let me finish. I know what you think. I know what everyone thinks. But it's an act. Apparently, I was too good an actor and completely fooled everyone, didn't I? The reason I've been collecting souls is not because I want to be more powerful than the devil. It's because I don't have one myself."

"H-huh?" I whispered in confusion. "Jongho, I don't understand..."

He placed a finger on my lips and I felt compelled to just...listen. Hear him out.

"But ever since I met you, I've felt...different. Like I could be more than just a demon making deals. Like I could matter."

I was too shocked to say anything so I just stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. And then he continued:

"What good would taking your soul do when you're the very reason I might be growing a soul in the first place?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I had to make sure.

"I know it's fucking insane and you’re supposed to be my sworn enemy or whatever but—"

This time, I couldn't let him finish his sentence and interrupted him with my lips on his. To my absolute dismay, he was kissing me back with as much vigour as I was. As much vigour as he put into challenging me and getting on my nerves and frustrating the living hell out of me. As much vigour as I knew only he was capable of.

"I thought this was impossible," I mumbled against his lips once I broke away from the kiss.

"So did I. But do you want me to tell you how I know it's real?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything else.

"Because when you look at me, I no longer feel the urge to torture you for eternity."

"I should feel flattered, I suppose," I joked.

"It's up to you how you feel, wizard," Jongho replied. "And up to me to continue making you feel this way."

"The terrifying Jongho — a hopeless romantic. Who would have thought?" I teased him relentlessly.

"It's not too late for me to change my mind and snatch your soul."

"You greedy little thing. My heart isn't good enough for you?"

"Your heart?" Jongho chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck. "It's mine now."

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Yeosang's POV

The more time I spent around Mingi, the more I could see how much he'd changed for the better. And how much he was about to continue changing. Despite everything that had gone down in the past, I was feeling incomprehensibly drawn to him. And I wanted to be there for him. I knew that it would take some time for the rest of the crew to get used to Mingi being out of his cell. But I was determined to give him a chance. And convince the rest of them, it was a chance worth taking. Especially my dear Soojin...

"Sangie, he literally kidnapped us and left us without water for a week!" she reasoned.

"I know. I'm not making any excuses for—"

"And he cut off your hand! Your hand, Yeosang!" she reminded me needlessly. As if I could forget.

"Like I said, I'm not going to justify Mingi's actions. All I'm asking is that you give him another chance. He's been showing remorse. And I truly believe that if the circumstances had been different, he wouldn't have behaved the way that he did."

Soojin sighed, unsure of what to say.

"People aren't born evil," I insisted. "Everyone makes choices. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. What matters is what we do to fix the bad ones."

"Yeosang...I really want to do as you say, but it just sounds so difficult, okay?"

"I'm literally a pirate, sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "If you don't hold it against me, I don't see a problem. Mingi's not exactly the villain he's painted himself to be."

Soojin nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright. You have a point. I'll give him a chance. One chance and that's it. If he fucks up again, I'm taking him to the depths of the sea myself."

"I suppose that's fair," I shrugged. "You heard that, Mingi?"

"Loud and clear," he grinned, a couple of metres away from us.

"He was right there the whole time?!" Soojin hiss-whispered in disbelief. "This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've chickened out and those were just empty threats," Mingi winked at her.

She physically shuddered and I couldn't help but laugh. So cute.

"Relax, Soojin. Mingi's our friend now. Aren't you?" I asked.

"If you want me to be," he scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly.

"Come here, let's play cards," I suggested casually. "Loser gets to swim with the sharks."

"There are no sharks in this sea," Soojin pointed out confidently.

"Yeosang wasn't talking about actual sharks," Mingi correctly guessed. "He meant that I would have to go talk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Because, obviously, I'm terrible at cards and I would definitely lose the game. And these two are scarier than bloody sharks."

Soojin rolled her eyes.

"Pirates and their stupid way of talking."

"You get used to it," I playfully nudged her arm.

"There's no escape now."

"Let's skip the game," Mingi suggested. "I'll just go talk to the sharks right now and beg for mercy or whatever."

"We'll come with. Right, Soojin?" I offered.

"Like I have a choice," she groaned but I could tell that she was gradually warming up to the idea of letting Mingi stick around.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate the moral support," Mingi blushed.

"I guess you could say...I'll be your right hand," I stared at the hook replacing my missing hand and snickered sarcastically. Mingi and Soojin were beyond mortified by my dark sense of humour. "Too soon?"

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Hongjoong's POV

"I mean...we already had dealings with a demon and a wizard so I don't see how Mingi could pose a threat," I reasoned. "No offense, Mingi."

"None taken," he smiled.

"So, you're going to let him stay? Unguarded?" Seonghwa wanted to know.

"Let him stay — yes. Unguarded — no. If you're so insistent he's changed, you'll have to take full responsibility. You think you can handle that, Yeosang?" I posed the serious question.

"I've got this, Cap," Yeosang promised.

"I'll be around, too," Soojin vowed. "You don't have to worry, Cap."

I nodded in agreement. Seonghwa seemed to be on board with the idea. Honestly, after all the shit we'd been through with that demon, Mingi was the least of my concerns. But of course, I couldn't say that directly. So I had to play the "responsible leader worried for his crew" card. And apparently, I played it well.

"Wow, this went better than expected," I could hear Mingi whispering to Yeosang, as they were walking away. Seonghwa and I exchanged an amused look.

"Shh, we just caught him in a good mood," Yeosang explained carefully. "Be nice and he might let you stay for good."

"Guys, be quiet!" Soojin warned them. Clever mermaid, I told myself and grinned. Speaking of mermaids...

"Not so fast!" Y/N ordered them to stop. And so they did. Rightaway. Made me wonder who was the real Captain of this ship. Not that I minded her taking away some of my responsibilities. I even liked it.

"Yes?" Yeosang seemed kinda nervous.

"Make sure you treat my sister well. Both of you!" Y/N commanded them easily. "Or else...I'll have no problem letting the siren out to deal with you. And she's not someone you want to mess with. Ask Hongjoong."

The shock on my face was not at all exaggerated as I nodded to confirm her words.

"She'll be safe with us, Y/N," Yeosang made a pledge. "Right, Mingi?"

"Um, yeah, what he said."

"You don't sound very convincing," Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

Damn, I had to admit I was proud of her and how much she'd grown.

"Oh, let him go this time, will you?" I pulled her aside gently and she couldn't find it in herself to argue. Once Yeosang, Soojin and Mingi had taken their leave, she removed her "intimidating siren" mask and was back to her usual, gentle self I knew and loved.

"You guys think we made the right call?"

"It'll be fine," I was fairly certain. "If push comes to shove, Yunho will just help us out again, right?"

"As if he doesn't have enough problems with that demon," Y/N argued. "We can't continue using him for our needs."

"Yeah...about that," Seonghwa started.

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Seonghwa's POV

As I was telling them about Yunho and Jongho's change in dynamics, Hongjoong and Y/N were too taken aback to react with anything else but by opening their mouths. Which was, to say the least, quite adorable of them.

"So...these two...?" Y/N asked as if to confirm what I'd just finished recounting.

"Mhm," I grinned.

"Wow," Hongjoong managed.

"I know."

"This is good news, yes? It means both Hongjoong and Yunho get to keep their souls," Y/N wanted to make sure it was indeed real.

"I mean, demons can be pretty unpredictable but judging from Yunho's happy expression when I last talked to him, I'm willing to be hopeful for once," I explained. "We've had enough trouble as it is, don't you think? We deserve something good to happen to us."

"Couldn't agree more," Hongjoong grabbed my hand and Y/N's. "But I get what she means. After all the dangers we've experienced, it just seems so unbelievable that we're finally safe."

"Too good to be true, eh?" Y/N sighed. "Let's enjoy this while we can."

"I think this one will last a bit longer," I smiled knowingly.

"Hey, don't jinx it," Hongjoong squeezed my hand softly.

"Just trust me, alright?" I looked at them both.

"I do."

"As do I."

"And I'm gonna catch you when you fall or when you're sinking," I murmured.

"I think I speak from experience when I say I'm the one more likely to save a pirate from drowning," Y/N poked fun at us.

"I was just trying to sound poetic," I pouted.

"And we appreciate the effort," Hongjoong reassured me. "But she's right."

"You two turning against me? Oh, how the tables have turned!" I announced dramatically.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Y/N ran a hand through my hair and tilted her head towards Hongjoong. "He likes it, doesn't he, Cap?"

"I bet he does."

"Hey, Y/N. My eyes are up here," I reminded her.

"Oh, I know," she blinked, feigning innocence.

"Too bad I can't even be mad at you," I chuckled.

"Why be mad when you can be rad?" Hongjoong interjected.

"That was so terrible," I groaned. "You're lucky I love you."

"Both of us?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately," I admitted.

"Guess we'll have to work harder to turn that into a fortunately," Y/N teased. "Wait, my bad. I forgot you two already have a wholeass fortune in the form of a bunch of treasure chests."

"Is that why you like us?" Hongjoong teased. "Who knew mermaids could be golddiggers?"

"I'll show you a golddigger!" Y/N threatened and started chasing Hongjoong around the ship. They were so childish sometimes...

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Reader's POV

You could tell that you had a couple of more minutes left until your siren-like side rose to the surface so you decided to enjoy them. As you were watching the sun setting, you couldn't help but recall your very first memories of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. What started as a simple joke, Hongjoong throwing Seonghwa overboard, followed by you saving Seonghwa from a whirlpool, had turned into so much more. It was funny how life often surprised you in the most unexpected ways. How a few months ago, if anyone asked you about pirates (and humans, in general), you would have scoffed distastefully. If anyone asked Seonghwa about mermaids, he would have still been haunted by the loss of Ariel. If anyone asked Hongjoong, he would have said mermaids spelled nothing but danger. And now...Now, the three of you had become so different. And in a way, so similar. Forgetting all these labels that once used to define you and just finding happiness in each other. In the adventures you'd had together. In the shared feeling of being trusted, feeling known. And loved. It was even funnier how you didn't find it strange at all. On the contrary, it felt perfectly natural that you were here. Made perfect sense that you had a home with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A former prince, a pirate king and a lost but now found mermaid. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you said out loud, sensing Seonghwa's presence beside you.

"Yes, it is," Seonghwa replied, looking at you.

"I have to go soon."

"But you'll be back in the morning. As usual."

You simply smiled. It went without saying.

"I wish I could stay the night," you whispered longingly. "Fall asleep in your arms."

"You could. I know you'll be able to control your powers. I'm sure Hongjoong will agree with me."

"I probably could control them. But I don't mind going back to my home in the night. Even though...this is also my home. Does it make sense?"

"I believe it does," Seonghwa rubbed calming circles on your palm. "Just like how you have a human and mermaid self, you also have two homes."

You nodded.

"Exactly."

"In a way, I feel the same. Both you and Hongjoong are my homes."

You rested your forehead against his.

"And we will always be your homes, Hwa."

"Don't go," he murmured against your skin. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Every night."

"You're not alone anymore. You have Hongjoong. And me. And I will be back with the first light of day."

"Promise?"

"I promise you, Seonghwa. Even if the whole world ends, I will always find my way back to you."

The end

[bakugohoex]

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

In which Erwin chooses to take you on on an aquarium date, the closeness he feels as you both submerge yourself, hand in hand looking at all the different types of sea life.

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

pairings: erwin smith x reader

word count: 1900+

a/n: damn all the dates are complete, also I don’t actually advocate for like aquariums and sea life centers but it was used for the purpose of this date.

𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

He truly believed he had nothing to worry about as he left your apartment a week ago. He never thought that the stupid kids would actually think of date ideas that would make your head sway. But here he was scrolling through the group chat where all of the boys had talked about the highlight of their dates. He was the only one left, tie loose against his neck as he laid against the balcony, early morning wind rushing through his blonde locks. He had everything planned out, he’d made your date special, but you had seemed to enjoy every single one of their dates from the smallest to the biggest.

Could he ever compare to that? He pulled at his hair before sending you a time and location, the stupid photo he had of you lighting up the top of his screen. He took a heavy breath as he still had a career and life, maybe you’d found that attractive. He didn’t know but as he stressed over what suit to wear tonight you were going through your own mental breakdown.

You had been in your bed for most of the day, Erwin’s text this morning not helping to settle your nerves. One more date, one more night and then the big decision would occur, you began to stare at the unopened letters. Wanting to read them all, read the confessions that they had given to you but as you looked at the arrays of pink, your gut was aching at the stress of it all. The fear of losing them all came too sudden as your eyes watered in your empty apartment.

Through the tears you saw the framed pictures around your bedroom, having one with every single one of them in it. Eren, Jean and Armin when you guys went out for Sasha’s birthday, Reiner and Porco when the three of you went to a music festival. Levi and you after one of your late-night coffee runs having forced him to take a photo with you and the sunset and Erwin and you at a black tie event he had invited you to a couple months back. Tears disappearing as you stared at the fond memories, you’d have your memories at least.

You found yourself wearing more formal clothes, knowing that Erwin would most likely come in a suit, you wanted to match in some sense. The address had been something you knew of, a new aquarium that had just opened up. You knew that with all the hype online about how it was a hot spot for taking the family out or going on dates it was always packed. Both you and Historia having tried to get in but being pushed back out by a family, you stepped outside of the uber, thanking the man as you saw Erwin walking from the other side.

“Hey.” You waved as you opened your arms to hug him, he happily took the hug, eloping you tightly as he couldn’t help but stare at how perfect you looked.

He let go, hand lingering near your own as you moved closer to his side, “you look beautiful,” he complimented before feeling your hand wrap around his own.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” Your other hand moving to his suit jacket lapels, pushing them back onto his broad chest. “So what we got planned for tonight?”

“I know the owner of this place.” He paused looking up at the large building, he didn’t realise the true extent of how big the exhibit was. “He said we could have the place to ourselves.”

Your eyes widened at how he swung the keys in his other hand, “all to us.”

He nodded as he unlocked the door, putting the alarm code into the side before beckoning you in, “they’re in glass they won’t bite you.” He moved his arm on your back keeping you close beside him.

“Which way should we go first.” You ask seeing a map at different ways to go and see the sea life.

He put his hand around your eyes as he stood behind you, spinning you on your heels a couple times before making you stop. “Pick a direction.” The three options were right in front of you as you picked the option closest to the door. He let go of your eyes as you stared at the direction, still feeling dizzy as he kept you a hold.

“Don’t faint on me.” He chuckled as you swat his chest with your hand.

You give a soft giggle back, “next time you’re picking the direction.”

“Of course.” He put his hand out for you to take as you both began walking towards the entrance, walking past the doors, you both saw the glass ceiling and walls, small sharks and different types of fish and other sea life cascading around you both. Your eyes widened as Erwin had the pamphlet in his hand of different sea life, the only light coming from the ones inside the glass, blues sheltering you both. It was something so beautiful so close to home, you both moved closer towards the wall, the intricate details of the fish who swam aimlessly.

“It’s…It’s so pretty.” Your hand had moved to the glass, touching it softly as if one hard push would crack the delicate material. Erwin hadn’t realised your words had to be to the scene, all he had seen was you and you were the prettiest thing in the room.

He stepped closer to you, hand against your back as you both stared at the different types of sharks. The way the sharks moved from your side to the arched bridge on top of your heads as your eyes fixated on the shark moving from one to another. “Looks like I’ll have to compete with another thing for your affection.”

“Aww, Erwin.” You had known Erwin long enough to realise how much he hated not getting his way. He had barely known your friends, but here he was competing against them, your hand moved to grip his face, his cheek nuzzling into it as you looked up at him. “Whatever happens, we’ll always be in one another’s lives.”

“Who else could take the job of sending me messages of the definition of commonly used words?” He joked as he touched your cheek back, the urge to kiss you was prevalent, but you stepped back, putting your hand out to continue on with the rest of the scenery.

“Come on, there’s more to see.” He gladly grasps your hand, warmth engulphing him as you drag him to the next part, different types of fish in tanks as you both looked around. “…there are more than three trillion five hundred billion fish Y/n, even if they could breath on land we could win.”

“Piranha’s Erwin, they have a bloodlust for us, we’d be dead.” You chuckled as you walked past another area, you both talking about the different facts that were in the pamphlets. It was always comforting with Erwin, having met him in your first yeah when he had recently graduated himself. He had grown as a career man, ready for the future he had, he was always so smart, so perceptive but being around him, seeing a version where he had let loose around you made you smile.

“What’s got you all happy?” He asks arm around your waist as he grips you closer to his body.

You shake your head, “nothing, it’s just you, all of you this week have shown me a different side.”

“Is that a good thing?” He questions waiting to hear your reply as he takes you to a different section of the place.

“Yeah it is.” You rest your head against his arm as you both continue to walk through the exhibits. Erwin didn’t know how he felt, the closeness making him fall even more in love with you, the beauty you had capturing him in a matter of seconds. Who could resist you, who couldn’t love every part of you with those soft eyes, that smile that could melt a man and most of all that voice you had. That beautiful voice that captured him, you had to be an angel sent to him because he truly didn’t know how he had got so lucky to have met you.

“Erwin.” You softly say poke at his side, he nods getting out of his trance as you continue, “if…if you were in my position what would you do?”

He felt like the right person to ask, he may be biased but he was older with more life experiences than you ever had. “Selfishly I’d tell you to pick me, but I will always want the best for you Y/n, pick who you truly like.”

You nod as you nuzzle closer into his arm, “I really enjoyed tonight.”

“You did.”

“Yeah I liked just being around you, watching the animals and fighting over who would die first in a fish invasion.” You chuckle the last part as you both round the corner to what looked like the final area that you could both be in.

“What do you think is past those doors?” You question as both of you stand to the bleak hallway, that was in front of you.

He gives a smirk before opening it, “ladies first.”

“Pussy.” You mock as you step forward, Erwin’s hand meeting your back as he guided you through the darkness. “I can’t see anything, get your phone light out.”

He nods as you hear shuffling behind you, he puts his flashlight on as you both see glass surrounding you both, it had been exactly what it looked like from the first section. But scarier, you grabbed Erwin’s hand out of dear before he flashed the light to the side of you both, both screaming at what you saw.

A much larger shark having looked directly at the light, teeth open as if it was ready to eat you both. Erwin had seen how your breathing had been heavier, clinging onto his jacket as he grabbed your hand dragging you to the end of the corridor. His light flashing to the side as you both saw more and more scarier sharks. “Whe…When was that part of the exhibition?” You squeal as you get pushed through the doors.

Finally seeing the entrance you almost felt grateful, heavy breathing as your face felt flushed, “you screamed at sharks.”

“You screamed as well, idiot.” You controlled your breathing looking at Erwin before laughing with him, it was unexpected and a horrid thing to see at night.

He saw how you came closer to him again, hand latching in his own as you smiled at the man. “The area's lights probably got shut off.”

“Tell your friend he needs to tell people about that part.” You chuckle again lightly as Erwin looks down at your hand.

“I will.” He knew tomorrow was an important date for the two of you, looking at that twitch of your mouth to suppress another gleam. You met his eyes as you moved closer to his body, “I hope whoever you pick realises just how amazing you are.”

You didn’t meet his eyes at his unexpected words, the date had come to an end. With another perfect date occurring, the choice had still not been decided as he helped you back outside into the cold. Every one of the boys had something that you loved about them, and with a choice as hard as yours. The threat of losing them all was significant as you thought back on every single one of the dates you had and how each one of them had made you feel special.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄

[high-off-energon]

So, my 9:30 brain decided to give me an entertaining idea.

Bot (any faction) that has been living in Florida since the 70’s.

Think about it, the shit that they have seen humans do is probably scarier than anything Megatron’s little loons (or himself) could ever conjure. They’ve seen humans fight sharks, mountain lions, gators, anything at this point. Men and women alike are usually armed or just have the mentality of “what doesn’t kill me better run”. They’ve just accepted fate and have just become one of them, probably works as a swamp logger or gives tours of swamps.

They meet the Autobots around a pretty deep area of swamp land, trying their hardest to wade through the muck. Energy signal out here somewhere. If they’re a swamp boat they just glide over and ask it they need help, a southern accent floating through their vocalizer.

If they were a logger however, they honestly kind of just, make their way over to them, getting covered in mud, a giant grin on their face, “What’re y’all lookin for?”.

However, to them, those interactions never compare to the ones with the decepticons.

They’ve watched the cons time and time again try to scare Floridaians into submission only to have their afts handed to them every single time. Military bases are pretty common place in Florida, and so are people with rifles. Humans no matter where will fight for their freedom. However, Florida fights, differently, to say the least. Sure you’ve got the personnel and the gun owners, but then you just have teenagers throwing rocks or sticks or pots and pans around, old folk with $50,000 cars that have no fear of death, people who should’ve been put in jail 5 years ago, you know, Florida folk.

They swear they’ve heard the cons refer to Florida as “the pit of Earth” and they couldn’t be prouder.

[solarisetlesetoiles]

Hello there, guess what time it is Pt. 2

!watch out for the spoilers!

Poor boy’s having a bad time

why’s he so pretty mappa? why you gotta do me like this?

hm I love him

Seungah’s so pretty too

shipping googles activated

he’s so cute (look at him showing off)

lmao

Seungah just like ‘goddamn Ilpyo, why you gotta flirt with your crush right in front of me’

they’re so cute, i’m dying

look at that wink, love her

more screenshots of the boys

skjasldkflsdfa 

look at that fond smile

awww

T-T he’s too pretty

aw shit

AW SHIT

props to mappa for making this 10x scarier than the webtoon

even in the middle of danger he’s so pretty

Omg. Taek my man, you gotta stop saying lines like that.

He’s absolutely talking about Ilpyo by the way:

Here’s Jugok before 

Ilpyo goes to attack him

almost gets stabbed

boom, spikes

thusly: Taek Jegal was talking about Ilpyo

Now listen, Mopyo is my main otp, but idk guys I find Taepyo is fucked up in really interesting ways 

anyway back to our regularly scheduled nonsense

Rip Jugok

Taek Jegal may be a horrible human being, but he’s a fantastic antagonist

Ilpyo losing his shit in real time

And out the fucking window they go. You get him Ilpyo! Pulverize his shark ass!

Final thoughts: I didn’t love that they let Mori win, but I understand why they did it. It makes sense from a writing perspective. 

Someone on twitter said to think of the anime as an AU and I agree with that. As it’s own thing, the anime holds up quite well, and even looking at it from an adaption perspective it’s not that bad. But idk fam, I’m huge fan of the webtoon and the way Ilpyo in particular is characterized in it. 

I’m going to reserve my thoughts until the anime is finished and then I’ll probably write a long more in depth post. This is mostly just emotional reactions right now.