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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Number 13 with JJ please🥹🥹🥹

‘‘Was it a good weird or a bad weird? Because that’s two totally different things.’‘

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During a drunken evening at the boneyard, you and JJ crossed the friendship lines and now you didn’t know what to do. A part of you wanted to bring it up, but another wished it never happened. Besides JJ’s lips on yours and the sand that fell from your shirt in the morning, you couldn’t recall much from that night.

Sarah’s jaw dropped when you told her and Kiara gasped, not expecting this kind of juicy story this early on a Sunday. ‘’You kissed JJ?!’’

You kept your eyes down and played with the tassel of your decorative pillow. ‘’If my memories are correct, yes.’’ It was your first time saying it out loud and you felt like throwing up. Or, maybe that was your hangover.

‘’How did it happen?’’ Sarah asked with a curious grin, begging for the whole story.

‘’Did he try to woo you with his terrible pick up lines? Or tell you that fake story about how he got the shark tooth?’’

Sarah laughed. ‘’The one he tells all the tourons?’’

Kiara nodded, joining Sarah with the laughing.

If you hadn't been so anxious about the whole situation, you would’ve laughed too. It was known among the group that JJ’s flirting techniques were terrible. You all wondered how girls fell for his shit when it was so obvious that he was lying to get them in his bed.

‘’I don’t know!’’ you said in complete honesty, your memories a complete black hole. A sigh left your lips. ‘’We were drunk and he was there and suddenly— I don’t want that stupid kiss to ruin our friendship. I care a lot about JJ and I can’t lose him over a drunken mistake.’’

The girls’ faces softened, realizing how upset the kiss made you.

‘’Don’t think too much into this, okay? It’s JJ,’’ Kiara reminded while Sarah pulled you in a hug. ‘’He was probably just as drunk.’’

‘’Maybe he doesn't even remember,’’ the blonde added.

A few days passed and neither you or JJ brought up the drunken kiss. He definitely remembered, though. Every time you were in the same room, his eyes averted yours.

You tried to not let the new distance between you and JJ ruin the whole group dynamic, but something was off and everyone could feel it. You had only told the girls, but John B. seemed to be suspecting something.

‘’I'll go with,’’ JJ suggested, moving to get out of the twinkie, trying to get away from being alone with you.

John B. stopped him. ‘’No need. I have two hands. I don't need another two more to carry beers and a bag of chips. I'll be quick.’’

You both sat in silence in the twinkie, waiting for John B. to return. Silences were never uncomfortable with JJ, but this one was the longest and heaviest silence of your life. Maybe you should have walked to the chateau instead of accepting to be picked up.

‘’Hey, Y/N?’’

Your heart jumped in your chest when you heard JJ’s voice. You composed yourself and turned your head toward him over the front seat.

JJ continued. ‘’You know the other night at the boneyard? We got kinda drunk and...something weird happened with us.’’

‘’You mean when we kissed?’’ you said, purposely using the word he was avoiding. ‘’You can say the word, J, you’re not going to get cursed.’’

‘’I know.’’ He looked down, nervously fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. ‘’It was just weird.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ you agreed. ‘’It was weird for me too, but…’’ You shifted seats, sitting behind the driver seat so there was less space between you and JJ. His left arm was resting on the backrest and you played with one of his bracelets. ‘‘Was it a good weird or a bad weird? Because that’s two totally different things.’‘ You flicked your eyes up, hoping to meet JJ’s, but he was still looking down.

‘’No. Not bad weird.’’ His chest heaved as he breathed, his bottom lip caught with his teeth.

You leaned in and he lifted his head, his face — and lips — only a few inches from yours. You wanted to touch him again, and taste his lips again.

You thought this would be it, that he would close the space between you, but JJ's breath hitched as he started to freak out. ‘’What are we doing? We shouldn't be doing this.’’ He turned his head to face the window, away from you.

‘’Don’t do this. Please.’’ You grabbed his arm, refusing to let the conversation ends. ‘’I know you push people away and freak when people get close, but don’t push something away just because you’re scared. I’m scared too, but life — and love — is living in spite of those things that scare you to death because something beautiful and fucking amazing could come out of it.’’

Your words seemed to have gotten through him because he turned again, a veil of fear over his face. Love — whether it be loving someone or being loved — was not a concept JJ was familiar with. He grew up without the love of a parent — a child’s primary source of love —, receiving a shower of hatred and occasional kicks and punches instead. You couldn't blame him for pushing people away and being scared of feelings. It's new to him, and everyone gets scared when they have to deal with something new and foreign.

Fortunately for him, you were there to show and teach him a side of life he never got to experience.

You leaned over the seat, about to connect your lips with JJ’s, but John B. opened the door, snapping you and JJ out of your moment.

‘’I couldn't find the brand of chips you liked, so I picked something else—’’ He glanced between you and JJ, noticing how close you were. ‘’Am I interrupting something?’’

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devourable · 1 year

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༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

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kitthepurplepotato · 3 months

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Chapter 2 - Smile for me, Red.

Summary: Kirishima comes to collect his usual coffee with a worn down, fake smile on his face. Y/N’s having none of it.

I know I said the next chapter will come in two weeks, but you guys sent me so much love I can’t help but post another one. The next one will be late, though!

Warnings: Swear words

First Chapter Master List

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“Did you just come in through window?” You deadpan as your himbo of an uncle sneaks in through the manager’s office window, ten minutes late.

“Didn’t want people to see me.” The old man sighs as the plops down on the nearest chair.

“You shouldn’t have put your signature on the wall then.” You raise your brows and your manager nods approvingly. “Also, Red Riot works next door. He won’t be much of a help to the society if he dies in a heart failure after seeing you sneaking around their private parking spot.”

“How did the boy like the present, Y/N?” Crimson Riot winks, his hair just as obnoxious and spiky as always; okay you have no right to say anything about his hair as your own is the same color, but still, those spikes might have worked when he was 30, but they aren’t working now. “I can’t believe my little girl finally met her crush. Do you remember, when…” Your uncle is about to start reminiscing but you ain’t having any of that.

“This is a work meeting, Uncle. I know you hate talking about numbers but you are the fucking owner so shut up and listen to my manager.” You sigh, already knowing he’ll try to change the topic again as soon as the meeting actually starts.

Okay, so here’s the deal: your uncle is like a second dad to you. Why? Because your mom and dad are both businessmen and they travel around a lot which made your retired uncle your almost full time babysitter after you grew up enough to be able to move around and exist without choking on air. Your parents love you, you know that but they live for their jobs.

Watching the school festival in the TV was one of your favorite things to do with your uncle; he adores seeing the young heroes challenging each other without the putrid smell of death lurking around the corner; being a hero can be quite fun when you are still in school but the real deal is nothing like the silly little work studies; it’s gruesome and cruel, full of blood and loss, but watching these young students fight so seriously for nothing but a gold medal kinda makes you forget about all of the dark side for a second and just enjoy the show.

You were around fourteen or fifteen when the young, sturdy hero wannabe appeared on the screen for the first time; his passion and positive attitude caught both of your eyes right away and it didn’t take long before the word went around about the boy being a massive Crimson Riot fan so needless to say, you two spent most of your time searching the internet for more information about the young boy and eventually, this became a family tradition every time you had to spend the night at your uncle’s house. First, it was only tiny articles you could find, but eventually as he got older there were full interviews available for you to watch with your uncle after a shitty day at work. You don’t come by his house that often anymore, but when you do, Red Riot always comes up. The story your uncle was about to tell is probably about you having an absolute crush on the boy when you first saw him on the screen; you remember getting really flustered by his adorable smile, shark teeth and all. Crimson Riot always liked to joke about how funny it would be to have Red Riot join your little family and you always yelled and laughed at your silly uncle for being ridiculous, but seeing him in really life really made you question if your uncle secretly wanted you two to meet and make your dreams a reality, hence why the cafe ended up to be so close to their agency.

Also, it’s not like you actually had a crush on him; maybe when you were 15 you really did crush on the boy but now you are 25 and definitely way past the celebrity crush phase; you two kept up your tradition and watched his interviews every week, but it was more of a habit than anything else.

The meeting doesn’t take long; your manager mumbles out a bunch of numbers then after one look at your uncle’s confused face she realizes that “the big boss” did not check his e-mails this week so she tells him that the business is going well and that’s enough for him to leave your manager alone for another week or so. He doesn’t really care about the money anyway; having a cafe was on his bucket list so he made it happen and he really doesn’t give a fuck about the rest until he’s not actually loosing money on it. This whole meeting isn’t really necessary to be honest but it’s a way for him to feel included; he doesn’t want anyone to know his connection to the cafe so he can’t really lurk around during opening hours. It’s quite silly as the name of the coffee shop literally has his name in it, but to be fair, he’s been retired for a decade, no one really gives enough fucks to put one and two together. Except Red Riot, but he’s too busy being an excited golden retriever to question how did you manage to get him a signature so soon.

“Okay, it’s almost opening time, let’s get shit done.” You sigh, not ready for another 12 hour shift.

Why do you work so much? The answer is really easy; you have nothing else to do. Yes, quite sad. Now let’s move on.

“Language!” Your manager reprimands but you only roll your eyes at that; you’ll never understand why are people so obsessed with swear words. They are just words. They are completely harmless.

Red Riot appears a few minutes after the doors open; he doesn’t jump around this time, doesn’t even look at his favorite poster, just comes straight to the counter with the fakest smile on his tired, but handsome face.

Oh no.

First of all, Red Riot being sad? That’s unacceptable. That guy is a ray of sunshine all the time, you swear you can see a trail of rainbow coming out of his gorgeous and juicy ass as he skips towards his agency every day.

Second of all, how dare he look so fucking handsome even with those massive Gucci bags under his eyes? How dare he make you feel like you need to smush his face between your boobs until he gives you that typical shark-smile you adore so much?

Oh man, you are so gone. So fucking gone and the man in front of you has no fucking idea about it.

“Can I have my usual, please?”

“No.” Red Riot looks gobsmacked. He’s clearly not in the mood for teasing but he schools his face anyway; he tries to laugh it off, he really tries, but he can’t hide the sadness in his eyes. “Not until you tell me who made my favorite customer look so miserable. I need to start plotting a murder here, fella.” You mumble to him in a baby voice. Your upper body is basically laying on the counter at this point; you try to get as close to the red haired hero as humanly possible without being too obvious. Well, this is already extremely obvious but you have a feeling you could kiss this man on the mouth and he would still think you are just being friendly. Silly boy.

“You can’t murder something that doesn’t exist, Y/N.” He tries to smile again and fails miserably.

“It’s all in your head, isn’t it?” You mumble to yourself, but he jumps into your sentence.

“No, I mean there is no problem, I don’t know what you are talking about! Can I have my coffee? Please?” The redhead begs, but you can’t let this go. This man won’t leave this shop until he gives you a real smile.

“There is a lot of things I hate you know, but what I hate the most is when someone I care about lies into my face.” You retort angrily. “But I will give you another chance to redeem yourself by asking this: what can a poor little barista do for you to make that smile on your face a real one?” You can’t help it; your hand reaches out to the two sides of his lips and you push the skin up to force him to “smile”. His cheeks redden from the sudden closeness and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. “I’m a good listener, you know. I also give good advice. This is also the perfect opportunity for you to say that a date with me would cheer you up. I’m just saying!” You finally let him go. Damn, thank god for your poker face because deep inside, you are absolutely freaking out about how close you were to him just a second ago. He smelled so fucking nice, quite strong but there is a hint of sweetness to it which you absolutely love.

“I… I think… that… maybe…” The man stutters adorably, his whole face as red as a lobster. “I just need a …hug? I might cry a bit though. I feel a bit lonely today plus I had a nightmare and…” You don’t wait for him to finish his sentence. You jump right through the stupid counter; you did get some training from your uncle so you are more than capable to do all kind of tricks like that; then run right into the stupidly tall man’s arms.

First, he just stands in one place, his arms hanging by his sides as you cuddle into his humongous chest; then slowly, he lets the facade crumble. There are tiny sniffles coming from the redhead as he finally puts his arms around you; the hug is tight, almost suffocating, but fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. You are not sure if it’s him who needed that or it was just you.

“Stop being so nice to me, I’ll fall in love with you.” He mumbles into your ears; you can feel the goosebumps going down your spine from his husky voice.

“Stop lying to yourself, Red, you are already in love with me.” You giggle as you leave a cheeky kiss on the man’s chin to make sure he has something else to think about today.

“Guilty as charged.” Red Riot’s signature grin is finally back and damn if it doesn’t hit differently from this angle. Your heart has a really hard time with the fact that he didn’t even try to deny his crush on you.

“Go to work, Red.” You smile at the hero and make your way back to finally make his coffee. “On the house.” You give him his latte, but not before you leave a tiny kiss on the redheads cheek. “And this too.” You smile at him fondly.

“Amazing customer service. 10/10. Tell your manager to give you a raise. Or something. Yeah. Uhm. Bye.”

You’ll never forget his manic grin as he ran out of the door and went the wrong way by accident. He almost head butted a pole as well.

Fucking hell, you absolutely adore this man.

Is it a crush? Is it love? Or is it just fondness? You have no idea. One thing for sure; you can’t wait to meet him again tomorrow.

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Kirishima is in pieces.

He got a hug from his favorite barista. And a kiss. On his chin. And his cheeks… fuck, that’s two whole kisses. Not one, but two. And a hug.

Did he say, he got two whole kisses today?

Oh. He did.

Well, he will say it again.

Kirishima Eijirou just got a kiss from the most amazing girl in the whole city.

Who did?

He did.

“Wake the fuck up, Eijirou!” Katsuki yells into his face, the violent action topped up with a not-too-sneaky explosion attack, but even that’s not enough for him to completely get out of it; he stares at the lovely coffee in his hands, caramel latte with extra whip cream and chocolate shreds.

You know who made this coffee for him? The girl who kissed him. She did. Kiss him. On the cheek. And on his chin. Two kisses. Two.

Ahh, what a day to be a guy named Kirishima Eijirou.

What a day indeed.

“Katsuki, I think I’m having a fat ass crush.”

“Fucking marvelous, now can you give me the fucking agency stamp before I explode you through your asshole?” Katsuki sighs.

Kirishima is so proud of his bro. He’s been through a lot this year; he’s lost his assistant (no, she’s not dead, just pregnant. No, not from Katsuki, you cheeky bastard.) then got a new one he fell in love with, then he almost lost that person due to a quirk accident. Oh, and he almost died due to a quirk called “anguish” that makes you relive your worst nightmares until you give up and decide death is much better than the suffering that comes with it.

If that’s not enough, Katsuki’s feelings were reciprocated and Katsuki is basically a married man now who wakes up early every day to pack two bentos for his fiancé and himself, sometimes three when he feels generous towards his best bro. Katsuki is still his own, explosive self, don’t get Kirishima wrong; but he’s also much more emotional, much more patient when it comes to Kirishima’s silly flaws. He loved the old Katsuki just as much as he loves this one but he does feel like they’ve got much closer since Katsuki managed to open up to the world a bit more. He’s so proud of his best buddy.

“Sorry, bro.” Kirishima smiles at his best bud with nothing but fondness. Katsuki only rolls his eyes.

“So… how is she? Or he. Or whatever. They. Dunno.” He mutters and Kirishima perks up right away; his bestie is so open-minded, goddamit!

“She’s beautiful and kind. She smells really nice. She teases me all the time and doesn’t even see me as a man I think, but every single moment with her feels like a gift.”

Katsuki doesn’t say anything first, he just looks at Kirishima, searching for something; Kirishima has no idea what he’s looking for.

“You know there is one thing I realized since I… uhm. Fell in love or whatever…”

“Yeah?”

“No one will be able to love you if you can’t even love yourself.” Katsuki retorts with his ears tinted red. “So work on that before you do anything stupid.”

Hm. Love yourself. Kirishima can do a lot of things, but self-love ain’t one of them. Self-hatred? Kirishima is secretly a pro at that. Self-pity? He’s number one at that as well.

But self-love? Zero points.

He has a long way to go before he can ask the girl of his dreams on a date then.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, this chapter was so short! Sorry about that! The chapters will get longer as the story develops by the way, so don’t worry :D

- Thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter, I couldn’t fucking believe it, to be honest. I literally thought no one will respond to it, yet it got hundred likes in less than a week. Thank you so much, you actually made me tear up. I hope you will like this story until the end! 💜

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milaisreading · 10 months

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Shark boy in love

Pairing: Kurona Ranze × Kanroji Mitsuri!Y/n

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Kurona Ranze was a simple person, there was nothing much to say about him. He had a normal morning routine, had a normal life prior to coming to Blue Lock and even now he just had two things he focused on. Sleep and training. Kurona didn't imagine he will meet someone remarkable to the point where he caught himself staring at them. But today was the day, and Kurona wanted to punch himself for that. The pinkette sat at his table, silently eating his lunch, hoping the next practice will be half of a hassle.

"I am telling you! Sakura mochi is way better than the vanilla flavored one, right Isagi?" The boy looked up, only to find a girl and two boys arguing as they walked into the half empty dining room. The two boys he recognized as Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru, having heard of them from other players. But the girl... she was someone he didn't know. She looked around their age, appeared a little taller than him and wore the uniform Blue Lock's staff had. But what stood out to Kurona the most was her hair. It was unusual, but... a nice unusual. Pink hair with green ends and pulled into three braids.

"I am not a big fan of mochi." Kurona heard Isagi answer, but didn't bother to look at him, keeping his eyes on the girl. The pink-haired boy watched as the girl's expression turned from a amused to a horrified one, then looked at Isagi.

"That's a horrible thing!"

'Who is she?' Kurona thought as he kept observing the rest of their interactions, trying to look away from time to time.

"Hmmm..."

The 2nd time he saw the girl was when he was walking towards his designated practice room. It was late at night and Kurona couldn't catch any sleep, too overwhelmed with all the changes. Since it was so late, he was genuinely surprised when he found the same pink/green-haired girl, picking up some boxes.

"Huh?" Kurona muttered, not realizing how loud he was until the girl turned to look at him.

"Eh? I thought everyone was asleep..." Kurona watched as the girl frowned, thinking it was quite cute as her smile appeared again.

'She seems cheerful.' The pinkette thought, a little embarrassed at the thought.

"Did you need something? Water? Food? Should I call Ego-san? Or do you need to see one of the nurses?" The pink/green-haired girl wondered and walked closer to Kurona, with him quickly shaking his head.

"N-no... I just wanted to practice a little." Kurona answered as the taller girl slowly nodded her head.

"Oh? Which number is your practice room? Most of them are locked right now."

"234." The pinkette answered quietly again, but the girl still heard him.

"Ah! That room was just locked... But, I still have the keys. I think it will be fine for me to open it for maybe an hour." Kurona watched as the girl showed him the keys and he quickly shook his head, not wanting to cause her any trouble.

"It's fine, I can go back to my room-"

"Don't worry! Ego-san won't mind! Come on!" The girl cheered and started walking towards the practice room, Kurona slowly following after her.

'She really has a pretty smile.'

"By the way, my name is (L/n) (Y/n). What's yours?" The girl stopped in her tracks and waited for Kurona to catch up.

"Kurona Ranze."

"Nice to meet you! Do you like it in Blue Lock so far? There are a lot of talented players here, it's really exciting to watch everyone play." (Y/n) spoke genuinely, something Kurona appreciated. He liked straight forward people.

"Yeah, yeah. It's really nice here." Kurona nodded in agreement, not looking up in hopes she doesn't notice his shark-like teeth.

'(Y/n)... it's a pretty name...' The boy thought, glancing at her a few times while she spoke.

The next day was pretty normal for Kurona, he had his morning routine and breakfast, then a few hours of practice. The boy yawned after a while and decided it was the perfect time to eat lunch and rest for a while. The boy expected to eat lunch alone, like he usually did, but today it was completely different.

"Kurona!" The said boy jumped up a little and turned around, surprised to find (Y/n) smiling behind him.

"Want to eat with me and my friends? We have room for you." (Y/n) said, pointing at a table behind her. Kurona glanced at the direction, only to find Bachira and another redhead glaring at him. Kurona wanted to decline at first, as he was used to eating alone more, but one quick glance at the girl made him think otherwise.

"Alright."

"Great! Let's go!"

She smiled and Kurona followed after her.

"Kurona! Why do you never look at me when you talk back?" The boy gulped nervously as he gripped onto his water bottle tightly.

'Busted!' The pinkette thought, knowing that he can't lie himself out of this situation. What (Y/n) said wasn't really far from the truth, whenever he would talk to her he would either look away, or put something in front of his mouth to hide his teeth. Kurona knew they were weird, that people would make fun of him for them behind his back. And while (Y/n) was sweet and beyond nice, a month long friendship was no guarantee she wouldn't act the same.

(Y/n) pouted as she got no answer and started playing with the ends of one of her braids, observing how the color went from green to pink.

"It's kind of sad, I really like seeing your teeth. They are very unique and cute." She commented. Kurona's eyes widened at the sudden comment and his eyes widened.

"You... you saw my teeth?!" He asked, removing the water bottle from his face.

"Yeah... I did have to look through your profile." (Y/n) said with a raised eyebrow, confused by his flustered state.

"I... I..." Kurona tried to speak as his heartbeat increased a little. This was the first time someone said this to him, let alone a girl.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I need your help with something!" The duo looked at Otoya as he walked up to (Y/n), sending a side-glare at Kurona.

"With what?"

"My leg hurts a little, can you massage it?" Otoya pouted as he pointed at his leg.

"Again? It's like the 3rd time this week. Should we bring you to the nurse?" She wondered as Otoya shook his head.

Kurona watched their interaction, silently fuming as Otoya started pulling her away, but he couldn't say anything. It's not like he can forbid her from speaking to someone.

'She...she thinks my teeth are cute?' The sudden thought hit Kurona and his face turned even redder than it already was.

"Are you alright?" Kurona raised his eyebrow as he looked at (Y/n)'s fidgeting form. They were both sat next to each other while the starting player were on the field playing against the U-20. Both (Y/n) and Kurona grew closer over the months, thanks to (Y/n)'s extroverted nature and Kurona's nonchalant self, the two easily got along. And Kurona liked it, he liked someone being there for him and boosting his confidence, and he did the same in return.

"Ah! I lost my gloves and they don't have any spare ones." (Y/n) explained sheepishly as she rubbed her hands together, blushing in embarrassment as Kurona blinked at her a few times. The boy silently observed her hands and with a small boost, he grabbed her hands, putting them between his.

"K-Kurona?!" (Y/n) yelped silently, surprised by his sudden move. Kurona slowly started rubbing his hands against hers, hoping the movements will cause heat to appear.

"My mom always did this to me." Kurona explained shyly as he looked directly into her eyes, (Y/n) only growing more and more flustered by him.

'Kurona...' She gulped, her heart racing as she felt her whole body growing warmer.

After a long deserved break, the Blue Lock team finally returned back to the facility for the new stage that Ego had prepared for them. While everyone was exchanging their break events, Kurona was searching for the pink/green-haired girl, tightly gripping onto a pair of soft, pink gloves. To his relief, he didn't need to look for long, since she was outside the main hall, talking to one of the staff members.

Silently waiting, Kurona observed the girl as his face grew redder. He liked her a lot, the way she smiled, the way her hair complimented her personality, her warm nature and how cute she looked when eating something she liked. (Y/n) was perfect in his eyes, the most perfect girl he ever met.

"Ah! Kurona! It's so good to see you! How was your break?" (Y/n) asked as she finished talking to the staff and walked over to the player.

"Good, good. Yours? Did you rest up?"

"Yeah! I spent a lot of time with my dad and we even got a cat! She is so soft, we named her Cotton!" (Y/n) sighed dreamily as Kurona made mental notes of the name.

"Sounds great, I hope Cotton won't miss you too much while you are here. By the way, I got you these." Kurona said with a red face, handing (Y/n) the gloves. The girl blinked in confusion a few times and took them.

"What? Huh? What is this, Kurona?" She asked nervously as she felt her cheeks heat up, admiring how pretty they were. A simple baby pink color with pink hearts on the sides.

'So cute!' She thought. Kurona smiled a little at her reaction and cleared his throat.

"Those are for you. I found them in a store back in my hometown, they reminded me of you." Kurona admitted, giving himself a few probs for not stuttering.

"This is so sweet, Kurona!" (Y/n) smiled brightly as she hugged them, looking over at the flustered boy.

"I will make sure to cherish them and protect them of any harm!"

"You don't have to... wear them wherever you want to." Kurona said, wanting her to wear them everywhere, it boosted him up.

"That won't do..."

"Even if something happens to them..." Kurona started, fidgeting with his hands a little as (Y/n) put them on.

"I will buy you new ones. If it means you will smile." Kurona said, watching as (Y/n) froze for a second and her eyes slowly widened at his words. There was a short silence between the two and Kurona wanted to smack himself for being this straight forward. But all air was knocked out of him as (Y/n) hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Kurona! You are so sweet!" The boy felt like he was in the clouds as he hugged (Y/n) back, enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Well... if it wasn't for Barou, Yukimiya, Chigiri and Rin sending the boy death stares and looks that screamed 'we will talk later.'

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #manager reader #blue lock kurona #kurona ranze #kurona ranze x reader #kurona ranze x y/n #kurona x reader #bllk kurona

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katabay · 11 months

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narrator voice: brutus was not.

this is playing off a few things historically: that a lot of cassius' early life before his introduction into the military/political theater under crassus during the doomed parthian campaign is non existent, which also means that this space is my sandbox to play it!

my favorite historical pairs to work with (in regards to romans, anyway) tend to fit into a gladiator/statesman dynamic, so cassius and brutus, agrippa and octavian, but also pompey and crassus fit into that mold as well (even when they're fighting with each other, the behaviors and methods they use tend to reflect the general thematic archetype)

what's really fun to sink my teeth into is how one of cassius' strengths (knowing when to step back) is also a great flaw because he consistently gave way to brutus, but brutus wasn't a good general and he's not the greatest decision maker, and letting brutus make the call frequently resulted in Worse Consequences. and somehow. brutus goes down in history as the idealized figure. what a fucking tragedy!

A Conspirator's Realism: Cassius Settles for the Second Rank, Luciano Canfora

this scene would.......probably take place around the same time brutus is having his hot girl summer being a loan shark to compliment his historical counterpart's financial adventures in salamis.

#republikang romano remixed #komiks tag #long post #EHRUGHGHHHHH okay. there we go. wahoo #this is a rough draft for now but some day i will finish it #it feels. in my heart. like a full color comic sequence. but i cant decided on blue green or green blue. for the third color #bad governance the series

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bc @kradogsrats spoke it into existence and i'll never say no to a character being forced to make a terrible / difficult choice of what regrets they're willing to live with. tw for violence + mentioned forced amputation

The seas are choppier when they set sail, this time, a barrel of 'fresh' dark magic parts go spilling overboard when the crew is talking too excitedly about their new captives—Finnegrin curses and crushes one of the stray snake rattle tails that survived, just out of principle.

(He takes one and places it into his pocket for later, but is far more reluctant to take it out; he doesn't.)

His worse than usual mood sets Elmer on edge, and so when the Moonshadow elf girl gets rowdy, he backhands her in favour of picking her up. The smack echoes, the boy growling as he forces himself to his feet, lunging with an arms literally tied behind his back, but then Elmer is gripping her, forcing her to sit back down with a reddened cheek.

(She is dazed enough not to bite and slip the sliver of wood between her teeth.)

And here is how it goes.

"What's wrong with you people?" Finnegrin demands, and incredulous, Callum notes with a hint of satisfaction. "You bunch of barnacle brains all want to lose your hands?"

"I do not understand," Elmer says, voice deep and confused. "A hand will take weeks to regrow."

"No, buddy," Soren corrects. "It'll take way longer than that."

"See?" Callum staggers to his feet, heart beating fast—but confident, proud. They can win this. They can beat him. And until they do, he won't break them. "So long as we protect each other, so long as we love each other, you can never control us."

But Finnegrin doesn't turn back the way Callum thought he would, moving closer to the others still on their knees. "Charming," the pirate remarks, circling closer like a shark. The knife is clasped in one hand. "Really tugging on my heartstrings. Think I feel a good cry coming on."

He twirls the knife almost teasingly above Rayla's head as he walks on by, and Callum's stomach clenches.

"Love is the key to strength, hm? But no two loves are the same. I would know." Finnegrin stops walking behind Ezran, gave heavy and thoughtful and smug. His little brother looks even tinier in comparison. "Let's see which one you love the least."

"No—" Callum gasps, as the blade comes close, far too close to Ezran's throat. "You said the hand—"

"It's okay, Callum," Ezran says with the world's tiniest smile, but he's trembling. Putting on a brave face.

"Oh I meant it," Finnegrin says, waving the knife back over to Rayla almost experimentally. It goes against every instinct, but Callum tries to school his expression into something neutral. If he just gives nothing away, everyone will make it out alive, unscathed.

He can't show any sign of preference. He can't show any sign of worry.

He swallows hard, trying to remain impassive—stoic, neutral—as Finnegrin walks over to Villads and Soren, and it's easier, to stay calm. It's easier, and he hates that it is, but it is. Finnegrin frowns slightly, musing, examining Soren and Villads, and then his eyes fixate on Ezran.

"Everyone has a soft spot for the young ones, hm? Doesn't the king of Katolis have a brother? Bet he won't be pleased with you—"

"No!" Rayla juts her arms out in front of Ezran again. "Take my hand—"

Ezran tries to nudge her away, the welt on her cheek a bright red, but she's always been stronger than him. "Rayla, no—I'm the one who—"

"Deadwood, hold them both down," Finnegrin orders after a moment. The wooden giant goes to comply. "If the boy won't make a choice, and these two are so eager, we'll simply fulfil both their wishes."

Deadwood uses one hand to hold both of them in place on their knees, squirming and arms extended plainly, shoulders squeezed too tight for them to jerk around. The panic and anxiety roars to life like a tidal wave, Callum drowning in it as the knife hovers over Ezran's small slim wrist, the blade glinting, waiting, being brought back, and then—

"Wait!" Callum shouts.

The knife stops. Finnegrin straightens up, lips peeling back in a smirk.

Ezran looks at him with wide, fearful eyes, but Rayla is glaring like she already knows—or like she's asking, ordering for him to pick her over his brother, but Callum couldn't let her lose a hand when they were children and he still can't now.

He bows his head and then raises it slowly, because well—"I'll make a choice," he rasps, hating himself for it.

The easy one would be Villads, because he is a stranger and Callum will never see him again after this, but he is a stranger and didn't know what he was getting himself wrapped up in, and—

All he knows is that it can't be Ezran or Rayla.

When he looks up, Soren is already looking up at him, tears in his eyes and a deadened smile on his lips. Because Soren knows.

Soren has always known.

"Soren," Callum says at last. His eyes slide shut like the swinging of a death knell, opening back up in time as Soren raises a trembling hand to identify himself.

To his credit, the crownguard only screams a little as Finnegrin saws his hand off, and then binds the bloody stump poorly with a handkerchief. Rayla keeps Ezran held to her front to shield him from it.

Callum makes himself watch.

It's his first of many apologies.

#katolis boys #tdp #the dragon prince #arc 2 #5x08 #canon divergence #tw blood #snake boi callum #tw amputation #[the guy who didn't like musicals voice] bc 'you're either in the smoke club or you're out'#tdp callum #tdp soren #ficlet #my fic #fic #a thousand times which isn't half enough

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sea of magnolias - chapter two "dragonflies"

cw; no plot ofc, slice of life, melancholy, references to mother nature, jean is now here and he is a SWEETIE!!!! pure fluff, 3k words because im so slow, i wanna be 17 and live in the sea, yearning/longing, pieck and porco are idiots in love

hi again!! this story is very touching to me and i can't stop expanding despite how little the word count is lol i hope you all enjoy this little slice of life south carolina story bc i love it!!

chapter one

Marshes, white beaches, blue crabs. They didn’t wake you up. Neither did the small puddle of drool in the basin of your collarbone or the breeze bleeding in from the open window. That’s ocean breath.

You come apart, your cold limbs tangled up in hers and your eyes open like blooming flowers; if you could just sleep for a bit longer…Sleep like the pale mermaids you see rotting in the marsh, where the sea swallows their spine and soft skin; God puts her face down and her carrion melts unto the moon drenched nectar. If you could sleep…

You shiver beneath the cool quilt and feel Pieck beside you, your sweaty skin slides off hers with no traction—just like how the algae in the marsh slips beneath your feet.

Sometimes you and Pieck would cuddle in her twin sized mattress, hide beneath her big pink comforter, and trace each other's scars like constellations. A botfly infested her bottom lip and Porco cut it out with his pocket knife. She bled like a peach and smiled at you with blood stained teeth. You were shirtless playing cowboys and Indians with no distinction whether you were a boy or a girl, tripped and skinned your knee on the blistering pavement. Mama poured rubbing alcohol over your skin and promised that it wouldn’t hurt but that didn’t stop you from crying. You’ve got another one where no one can touch.

And sometimes you’d wake up with sunlight bleeding in through her window, the kind of sunlight you only saw when you were seven years old and small enough to be carried by your Mama; chalk on your hands and knees covered in bruises, no one had hurt you yet and never would if she was there to protect you, right?

“Pieck?” You whisper, hoping she hears you above the whispers of the marsh. They’re always saying something to you. You drifted to sleep like drifting to the sea and it’s still dark out, even darker than before, and you hear noise coming from the kitchen over the marsh valleys somber sounds. She’s saying something to you. “I think Pock’s home.”

“Mhmph,” She mumbles beneath the blankets and rubs her tired eyes, “He doesn’t live here.”

You’ll have to go home soon. Home right on the marsh water and rotting wood, home where it smells like the feather of a blue heron and where you’ve got all your pretty sundresses hanging up like American flags—the kind that makes boys unable to control themselves around you and God turn his gaze back to the sunset; Pock will drive you home. But it feels so nice to cuddle with her. Her skin is hot but cool when you touch your cheek to her spine, each little bump is another phase of the moon and you remember how she was the only girl at your sixteenth birthday.

You hum at the buzzing of Porco; Pieck, will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you give me a son? And you hear his deep voice, heavy with beer and honey, mumbling something indistinct and gruff, something you don’t bother listening to.

“He must’ve brought another one of his fuckin’ friends over,” Pieck stretches her feet from beneath the blanket and cracks her back like a glow stick, “My daddy’s gonna kill him. I promise you that.”

Pieck slips away, waddling like an angel to the warm light of the kitchen lantern—that's how the fireflies get burned—and you hear her mumble to Pock about how he shouldn’t be using the key under the mat whenever he feels like a beer with his buddy… Jean?

Not blondie Reiner, not the olive boy Connie with the shark tooth necklace—he said he dug them out himself—not the younger one Colt or the dark scary boy Jaeger with dead eyes.

Jean. A new flower.

The moons out, you can feel her flowers growing and her spotlight shining down through Pieck’s open window. With that breeze, with that coolness of the evening, with that sleepy nectar that always keeps you safe. Midnight blue faded around you. You could almost touch it.

You shuffle beneath the quilt, rubbing your eyes full of bugs and lashes, and hear Pock crack open a Bud Light; he’s gonna crack his teeth one of these days. And you crawl out from the blanket to follow Pieck, just like you always did as a baby with your little blue jeans rolled up to your knees, always wanting to be right by her. This time it's a peach sundress and hardwood floors. You float to the kitchen light like a moth to a flame.

It’s Pock stumbling drunk and swinging his arm over her shoulders, kissing her sloppy and dancing around the kitchen with his babies in his arms. It’s Pieck hiding her face in his chest, hiding her red cheeks and blooming smile where no one but his heart can see and it’s—

He’s six feet tall, as tall as the moon, and maybe he could get it for you if you ask real nice—he’s leaning out the open window, looking up at the deep dark sea of the sky, the moon like a pearl and his tan skin like the shore. Blue jeans and a red ball cap; oh, you wanna touch your heart and find the seashells hidden inside, put them up to your ear, and have them whisper to you that he’s a flower. A lily? A dahlia? The ones hidden beneath your bed with true souls and soft eyes…

And he turns around and you see his face. Now you know what flower he is.

Oh, he’s so pretty.

You lock eyes for a moment and you swear his face softened; in oil paint taken right from the moon and sea, he was made from honey. He looks at you like a little boy, as if he weren’t a man, but something soft and slack jawed that wouldn’t hurt you or the frail little birds with broken wings you like to nurture; his baseball cap and light scruff. He gently smiles at you and you swear boys like him aren’t from here.

He sips his beer and runs a hand through his hair. You touch the flowerbed between your breasts and wonder if you’re ever getting home.

“Go away,” Pieck shoves him, but he takes her down with him, “You’re an animal.”

“You know you love me, baby.” Porco slurs, “S’why you’ve got my baby in you. S’why we’re gettin’ married,'' He pulls her into his arms, his wet mouth bleeding with beer kisses the top of her head and rubs her belly, eyes lidded like bumblebees—you stand there watching them fool around, listening to the gulls and the nic-sea-breeze fray the curtains, letting the blue moon drift in pass Jean. He must like it. He’s watching you, a gentle smile that makes him look humble, then the open window, then the mosquitos buzzing around his sun kissed skin. Oh, he’s so tan. Oh, he’s so tall.

He doesn’t look like one of the boys from here. Even though he’s tan and strong, he looks tender.

He reminds you of those shy cowboys, the ones with hearts aglow and eyes full of stars, waiting to be met with either a bottle of whiskey or the Big Dipper up in the sky; your cool naked skin by the campfire and his big old calloused hands shining orange, red, and blue as he holds you close…

But you look at him again and he isn’t a cowboy. Cowboys can’t ride in the marsh. He’s just soft and pretty and taller than the moon. He’s only seventeen.

Maybe he’ll play cowboys and Indians with you.

Porco pouts at Pieck when she pinches his cheeks. You hope she shuts him up before he starts singing that song and makin’ up his own lyrics, before he starts trying to fight everything in sight. But you also hope Jean isn’t as quiet as you.

“You girlies shouldn’t be left alone,” Porco kisses her nose and you know he’s piss drunk, he must’ve robbed a liquor store like his daddy used to. That’s what put him in jail. “Y’all’dve called me n’ Jeanboy. Promise we’da keep ya safe and all.”

Jeanboy. Oh, Jeanboy, say something. You can’t help but watch him standin’ there, silent and tall with big shoulders meant for climbing on; something so intangible, something so indistinct and sweet about him. You hear Mother Nature humming everytime he looks up and looks away, shy like a scared little fawn in the body of a big strong elk. That’s not how boys act. You swear she’s rubbing peach blood all over his cheeks. He’s blushing.

“Yeah, you’re real cute, Pock.”

Then you watch him lean down to her and whisper something that he shouldn’t have, something that makes her wanna die.

“Will you shut up?” Pieck squeals, sick of all the sweet words he’s been whispering beneath his breath. She pushes him away and he comes stumbling drunk over to you.

“Miss Baby,” You’re sick of that nickname, “Haven’t seen you around here lately.” Porco pinches your cheek and you slap him away like a mosquito. You wish he’d shut up. He’s always treating you like a little sister and you didn’t want Jean to think you were something not worth kissing. You’re a woman. But Porco wouldn’t understand that.

“Why are you in my face?”

He slings his arm around you a little too rough and you can see Pieck peeking around the corner, making sure her daddy doesn’t hear all the drunken ruckus he’s causing—maybe, like the whispers of June, they just don’t notice anymore. They just get used to it.

“I have a secret to tell ya,” Porco whispers to you and his breath feels like august heat on your cheeks, thick and moist and hot with the stench of Bud Light lingering and floating throughout the air. You can taste how many beers he’s had.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“My buddy Jean over there,” He keeps his voice low, just for you to hear, he snickers and leans down like he’s about to kiss you, “He says you’re pretty.”

You want to scream.

With that cool breeze, Mama’s voice floats right to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear; Pieck’s got a willow tree and Her limbs sway in the wind. You remember once how a boy opened your hand and pressed a daffodil on your soft palm. Maybe when Jean was looking out the window he saw seven year old you and wanted to go back to a time before he was a man, before the world had changed him from callow to tough and worn. How long has he been here? Where’s he from? Not here. You woulda known. You woulda recognized him.

But you’re getting ahead of yourself. He didn’t say that, right? You’re wearing a light sundress and he’s wearing dirty old blue jeans with a faded red ball cap. You hope he’s got a truck.

Porco snickers and you aren’t sure what to say. No, he didn’t. He doesn’t even know me. Stop fucking around, Pock. Then you’d push him away and take Pieck’s hand in yours and run to the beaches like you were still kids running away from everything scary and loud; the monsters beneath your bed and the man who left bruises on her frail little arms. But you didn’t want to run to ten years ago. You wanted to run so tall and pretty and shy Jean couldn’t see you anymore. Run right into the sea and crash onto the waves and become a mermaid. Pretty where no one can see, especially not him.

“Leave her alone, you dick.” Pieck pinches his cheeks and he tries to give her a big wet kiss, but you’re looking at Jean with one of his eyes half shut and a little smile peeking up at you—at you?

“What? We’re just havin’ some fun, baby,” Porco laughs and Pieck scoffs and pulls him away from you, the salty sweet stink of Bud Light and cigarettes drifts off with him. As she takes him off to the living room, throws him down on the couch, and covers him up with that quilt, you stare at Jean. He keeps his eyes on the ground and you swear you do too, but…

He swallows and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. What were you supposed to say? Something about how Mother Nature grows forget-me-nots over your Daddy’s grave and how if he were to grab your waist, he’d feel flowers growing between your ribs and healed bruises from that night in October. What were you supposed to say?

How are you supposed to talk to boys?

And Jean opens his mouth like he’s about to say something but—

“He’s sloshed,” Pieck comes from behind you and you want to get down on your knees. “Wanna spend the night? You can sleep in our bed.”

“I can’t,” You whisper, wiping your cheeks so hard the blush comes off, “I’ve got church in the morning. I gotta get home.”

“I can drive ya.”

Just as he said that, the flowers in between your breasts bloomed and you felt something from a few summers ago whisper in your ear.

“Really?” You whisper back, but it wasn’t to him. It was to God.

“’Course,” He mumbles and comes over to you, somehow getting taller with every step, “I’m Jean.”

“Georgia.”

Georgia, you knew your cheeks were like wine. Georgia, your stomachs full of butterflies and you know not to touch those delicate wings, Georgia, he’s so cute. Georgia, you knew he was strong, but small scars cover his warm, whiskey-honey skin and you can’t bring yourself to look right at him and his little smile—despite what manners you’ve been taught. If you stare at an eclipse, you go blind… So as time slows and the heaven-pearly moon fades over top you and him, you look for something. Something boys aren’t meant to have and something only stargazers can find.

Then you see it—just as he smiles and sticks out his hand and says its nice to meet ya—you see it.

“Huh?” You say dumbly, wilting with a crooked awkward smile. Oh, God, you want to die. Pieck giggles at you and pinches your arm with a stupid smile on her face that makes you wanna hiss at her to shut up. C’mon, girl, what’s gotten into you?

“Said it’s nice to meet ya. I think I’ve seen you before on the docks, right? Down by Delphie?” He smiles sweetly and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter around the lilacs inside of you. You’re gonna be sick.

He shouldn’t smile at you like that. He shouldn’t look so cute and handsome and humble, like he’s one of those dogs that splash around in the creeks, beg for belly rubs, and wag their tails at every bit of affection they get. He smiles like a dog and you wanna put him down.

“Something like that.” You mumble, looking down at your bare feet and the toes of his boots. Your toenails are long and painted pink with smiley faces looking right up at you. Your face is hot like the sand on a summer afternoon and you can’t wait to get outta here.

“And I can drive ya home, if you want.” He says again, voice light and chipper. God, you wish he’d shut up. Maybe he wants you to jump up on his back and bite his ears and crawl all over him like a bug, he’s strong like a tree trunk and you could infest him if you wanted to. Because, God, you want to.

You blink at him. He blinks back.

“Sorry, Jean, she’s a mute!” Pieck squeals, shaking you by the shoulders, “We can’t ever get her to talk!”

“Shut up.” You whip your head around to see Pieck cackling like a witch and covering her mouth. You wanna push her so hard her baby falls out, but she starts to mouth to you; He is so hot! You swat her like a bug and beg for all this to be over, but you know you want it. You want to be with a boy, just for the night—not to lay beside, not to fuck or kiss, but to just be seen beneath the pale moonlight and have the sharp edge of seventeen pierce right through your heart like Mama said it would. Seventeen, she said, will always mean something to me. That’s when I met your daddy.

This summer wasn’t old enough to have a name, but if you climbed up into Jean’s truck and asked him if he believed in mermaids, maybe you’d name it Georgia.

“Fine.” You turn around to face him and you huff, “You can drive me home.”

Pieck buzzes behind you and you feel the ocean rise throughout your body, you’re scared you’re gonna throw up sea water all over him.

“Alright,” Jean flashes his sweet smile and runs a hand through his hair, “I gotcha.”

He’s got you.

And as you walk out with Jean behind you, Pieck and Porco turn into the no-see-ums that always bite your thighs; God plays a song just for you, just for Jean to hear, and you press two fingers to your heart as he watches. Maybe you’re sunkissed. Maybe you’re bare and naked and long legged with big eyes and there’s a moon you could bite into like an orange, but there he is. Behind you, holding the door open like a gentleman.

He has a seashell tattoo on the belly of his wrist and you promise yourself you’re going to touch it tonight.

#UGH back again!!!!!#sorry the chapters are so short i get nervy #sea of magnolias #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien #aot x reader #jean kirschstein #aot fanfic #jean kirschtein x you #attack on titan x reader

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silversmoke-20 · 11 months

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Yandere Chelsea Van Der Zee

Contents: Alternative Universe, Reader, Gender neutral, cringe, dark content, yandere motives.

Fact: Chelsea's canon surname is literally dutch and if translated! It says "From The Sea!"

AU: Bloody Lagoon is a au where: Chelsea never left the sea.

Meeting Chelsea was the worst! Seriously no jokes!

You were less shocked and more pissed off as she would scare off any of the fish you tried to net.

Everyday and everytime she would go out of her day to piss you off.

She would make harsh insults towards you and sometimes hit your insecurities.

Having enough you decided to throw anything that would hit her.

BONK! Hazaah! A direct hit to her- oh god her nose is bleeding.

She held her broken nose and held a look of sadness as if you were the culprit!

And here comes the most saddest cry in your life, okay now you felt like an asshole.

"Please stop crying!" "NO! You broke my nose, you jerk!" She stopped crying momentarily to say this and returned back to her crying.

Grabbing first aid, you tended to her broken nose. She would make half-ass attempts at threats like: I'll bite your fingers, I'll drown you and I'll make you disappear.

Oh and she's surprisingly fluent in Dutch.

Suffice to say? It was nice having someone to talk to besides listening to the radio on your boat.

Although Chelsea wanted to take selfies with your phone and didn't want to talk.

Until you spoke of your crush....Connor.

The mermaid's attention was now on you. Quickly scooting herself next to you, she quickly devised a plan.

Why don't you be the cool popular girl.

So Chelsea taught you the ways of how to gain popularity and be way past cool.

Overall Chelsea liked helping her human achieve her goals.

Her.......Human.....Hmm.

Maybe she should be a little selfish, nothing wrong with that. . . . .right?

Chelsea's behaviour has been weird lately.

Like she would oftentimes sit very close to you. Like having shoulders touch.

She would stop her insults and would start flirting with you.

She started to sing songs that are related to love or something and hoping to get the pal they like.

When you decided to sleep in your fishing boat for the night, you could've sworn you saw Chelsea watching you sleep.

She would get annoyed whenever you mention your friends and your crush connor.

Actually whenever you mention connor, her nails would dig into the boat

You both got into a fight from one too many of Chelsea's flirting.

"What's your deal!? I'm practicing my flirting?" She defended but you retaliated, "With someone who has a crush on someone, it's messed up! Y'know what, just go!"

You didn't see Chelsea's look of sadness that suddenly turned into anger.

You waited for her to move, but she didn't even move in the slightest.

"I think I just had enough with you, mi amor." She said in spanish....She's bilingual?

And without a second to lose, she lunges towards you and everything went dark.

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Your head was throbbing and everything felt sorta cold. Groggily getting up, your vision was blurry and you quickly licked your chapped lips and sharp teeth. Quickly getting up from your laying position, you reach towards your mouth and felt sharp teeth occupying your mouth, looking down at your body, you noticed your entire skin and appearance looked roughly similar to a tiger shark.

"Mijn liefje? What are you doing up?" Chelsea said, she yawns and rubs her eyes. You looked at the mermaid and gave her look that wanted answers to your predicament. Smiling innocently she swims towards a weird stone closet and opens it to reveal clothing tops. "It's simple, it was my magic." She stated as she pulls out a red crop top with two golden cuffs. "I used a spell and turn you into a gorgeous mershark similarly to a tiger shark." Chelsea added as she examines them closer, she nods and tosses them into your arms. "Now put these on, I wanna see you in red!" She says while clapping her hands together as you looked at her with a look of betrayal.

"You turned me into a freak!?" You shouted and dropped the clothes down but they slowly floated due to being underwater. Chelsea's expression turned one of happy into one of annoyances. Putting one hand on her hips and raising the other, she snaps her fingers and spoke in a haunting echoing voice. "Gehoorzamen!" She ordered in dutch as you felt your entire body follow her commands.

With another snap of her fingers, you regained control over your body. "Wh-What did you!?" You asked in fear as Chelsea looms over you. "What did I do? Isn't it obvious, I used my magic!" She said it as if you were an idiot.

"Now here's the quick recap, I started to gain feelings for you which is gross, what kind of weirdo of a mermaid falls for a weak human? Now since you're like me, we can chill and talk as much as we want! Like besties but lovers!" She said joyfully as you continued to stare at her.

You attempted to flee, but only for your tailfin to be grabbed and your entire body to be swung and slammed into the wall. Chelsea's hand held your throat and her sapphire blue eyes now had a murderous look in them. She leans into your ear, her breathing heavy and spoke with an annoyed tone.

"It seems you haven't gotten the memo, Liefde? I own you, that means you obey every word I say." She stops for a moment for a quick deep breath and it looks like she was about to lose her temper with each sentence she spoke. "And if you don't, I'll get mad, very mad. And when I get mad, I get hungry and when I get hungry. I crave for something-." She stops and whispers teasingly in your ear. "Bloederig~" and not knowing dutch, you can easily tell she was talking something about blood of possibly human's.

"So liefde? What do you suggest we do?" She asks as she rubs a thumb on your chin, enjoying the sandpaper like skin. You looked at her in the eyes and muttered quietly and asks what you said.

"What was that? I couldn't quite catch that." She hums as she leans in closely and you sadly repeat what you said. "Let's go and do something fun...babe." you felt disgusted calling this....monster that name.

"That's a good shark~" She coos and begins to lead you towards a different location.

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@hana-no-seiiki @chadychadyy2k

I have a headcanon that Chelsea is a Dutch Mermaid lmao!

I'm going to make more after finishing up with my other yandere projects!

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ryctone · 1 month

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I just realized I never posted Hibbi's 'new' ref here? That's a crime???

Anyway doomed by the narrative siren my beloved;; more about her under read more with some slightly reworked story for her!

She's a siren now if you haven't noticed or didn't know, can transforms into a land cookie at will(no longer linked to her necklace), is still part of the Cookies of Darkness but not necessarily an official member; she owns D.E a favor... Kinda like Butter Roll Cookie's situation.

Has been alone since she was a guppy because sirens are often solitary creatures and often abandon their offspring as soon as they're able to swim.

As a guppy she managed to travel to the Duskgloom Sea where Black Pearl Found her and sort of adopted her, since B.P knew how powerful a siren could be with their hypnotizing songs, Hibiscus became like a 'henchman' for her to lure ships further into the Duskgloom Sea and sink them more efficiently. Dysfunctional merfolk family/J

As a teen she meets Praline Cookie, a girl part of a hunter monster organization and daughter of the head of that order, she got a crush on her for the longest time and actually became friends, but the moment she confessed it put a rift in their relationship since Praline was in love with someone else (Raspberry Mousse Cookie, who btw didn't return Praline's feelings) causing them to separate ways for many years.

After some years pass Hibiscus abandons Black Pearl to live her own life and would have a child; Sorbet Shark Cookie(who's part mermaid, don't ask who the other parent is that's not important /LH), since they were the only thing she had she decided to fight her instincts and raise them for as long as she could, best mom really.

However after going out of her nest to get food one day, she's captured by pirates and forced away from her child for days. And when she finally escapes, blood on her sharp teeth, she comes back to a destroyed nest, her child is just gone.

She's spirals into a manic state trying to search for her child, not finding them anywhere, telling herself they had to be alive. It came to the point where she ended up washed up to land, starving and alone... Until she's found by Dark Enchantress...

Bonuses facts:

Has a pet named Minty-pus, a salt rock octopus that has stayed by her side for a long time, good for emotional support.

'Hunted' by Praline Cookie as Hibiscus was marked as a 'monster' by the Praline Order Praline Cookie is part of.

Sort of sarcastic with those who annoy her.

Very protective towards Poison Mushroom and acts as a sort of mother figure to them, probably because she remains them to her own missing child.

She's now a popular singer, her songs can absorb the love from a cookie if she wants and store it in her necklace, transforming into magic power.

Sorbet Shark was very young went they went missing and doesn't remember Hibiscus at all.

Still has a crush on Praline and will 'jokingly' flirt with her went they have an encounter with each other.

Actually very scared of D.E.

If she was in canon maybe she meets Gingerbrave and co. at the beginning of the story trying to block their way like the other Cookies of Darkness by seducing hypnotizing Chili Pepper with her song and make her fight for her.

She's conflicted about serving the Enchantress but thinks it's the right way to find her child, and has developed a bit of a selfish personality.

#my art #my ocs #cookie run #oc #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #oc ref sheet #Hibiscus Cookie

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crystaleevee4 · 7 days

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just read chasing the horizon line by @1watermelontea and @nine-of-diamonds! Very good fic, take some doodles of three of these silly guys (I have more doodles but they’re uncolored so. Gotta fix that before uploading) also

WOW tumblr is determined to completely tank the quality (tbf I don’t have a very. High-quality camera)

JESUS CHRISYT FUCK MY LIFE THE ALT IMAGE DESCRIPTION IS TOO LONG. HOLD ON i'm sorry this is so long

[image ID: A doodle of Grian, Gem, and Skizz from the fanfic "chasing the horizon line". They are all merpeople of some kind. Above them all are the words "rotates Mer at top speeds in mind (from fic Chasing the Horizon Line)". Below that, the words "girl help this went from 11:27 PM to 1:24 AM…"

Grian has round glasses and fluffy, short and dark blonde hair. He is holding an enchantment book titled "NOT MENDING LOL" out in front of him with one hand while the other is on his hip. He has an unimpressed expression. He is wearing a large red sweater and his tail almost matches the shade. There are scales completely covering his tail, and a few on his neck and nose. His tail is roughly medium-sized, and he is in fact the middle ground when it comes to height in this sketch. Above him are the words "Grian - Fish mer - Unsure what kind".

Gem is the shortest of the three, with a shorter, orange tail that is slightly frilly. Her hair is reddish-orange and poofy, falling to about elbow length. She is wearing a navy-blue vest/jacket over a white shirt, and her hands are clasped together mischievously. She has green eyes, and her facial expression is incredibly gremlin-like. There are scales on her neck, and some on her tail. She has fin-like ears, and there is a lantern-like thing hanging from her head. Above her are the words "Gem - Anglerfish" and next to her are the words "So pretty and sparkly… don't you want to come a little closer?"

Skizz is the tallest of all three of them, with the longest tail. He is grinning and looking off to the side. His teeth are very sharp. Most of his body, including his tail, is covered in scars. He is waving. There are visible gills on his neck and near the upper half of his tail- which has no scales. His hair is a dark gray (intended to be black/brown) with red streaks in it. He is just wearing a binder (because I love him) and there are also the words "hits him with my transgender beam" next to him as well as the trans flag in faded color pencil. There appears to be the hints of a fin on his back, and on the sides of his tail. On his other side are the words "Skizz - Shark!" with a little heart under them. /End ID]

(I fucked up grian’s hair so bad I’ve never used colored pencils before this point in time)

(I also fucked up proportions. Again, tbf, this was late at night and I forgot to check before coloring)

[image ID: flaming text saying "if you can LIKE it, you can REBLOG it!! <3333" /End ID] (did i do that right)

this is completely /nm* by the way! slash lighthearted

*the tone tag /nm means "not mad"

#grian #geminitay #skizzleman #once in a blue moon Enen Amanita uploads art

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month

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Snippet - Oops - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Ho, don't do it. Ermagaaaard.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO on AO3

Snippet:

She expects another twitch. Or a flash of temper. Some sign that the barb struck home.

Instead, in the mounting silence, he stares out into the vacuum of the airless night. The hazy neon smooths out the cicatrices of his face, taking ten years off his age. For a moment, he resembles someone else, wry-tempered and warm, not the terrifying monster she's grown to despise.

"Do you know what I miss about being twenty-five?" he asks, quietly.

Vi frowns. "What?"

"It's not the hope. Not the sense that the world's boundaries are elastic, and its roads endless." A flicker of amusement touches the corner of his mouth. "No, it's the self-absorption."

"What?"

"It's the only time in one's life when self-awareness is hoarded as a private commodity. When you're aware of nothing but yourself. How the world looks upon you. Your own wants and needs. And what stands between them."

Vi's fists flex to keep from socking him. "Get. To. The point."

"My point is, you're twenty-five. An ego with legs. It never occurs to you that the world might not be a stage, with you as the star. Or, better put: that Maven's stage, and her performance, are not meant for you alone."

"Oh, so she wasn't trussed up like a prize pig just for me?" Vi fires back. "You didn't toss her to the wolves, naked and bleeding, just to teach me a lesson?"

"If I'd tossed her to the wolves," Silco says, in a tone of infuriating calm, "she'd be dead. She's not, is she? That's because tonight was no performance. It was damage control."

"What are you talking about?"

"Maven is a prized asset. One whose services I’ve solicited. Exclusively." He takes another deep swallow of wine, and savors it. "Everyone in the network knows. They also know the rules. They are not to touch her. If they do, there are consequences." The glass sets on the ledge with a chill plink. "And what do you do? Shove your grubby hands straight down her knickers."

Vi's blood boils. "It was mutual."

"Consensual? Yes. Mutual?" His sibilant scoff seems to circle the balcony before arrowing up her bristling spine. "Pet, let's be grown-ups. Maven is a seasoned professional. Her sexual proclivities are the subject of much fascination. Even among those on my network who can barely spell 'proclivities.' But the girl's frigid as a glacier. She fucks for one reason, and one reason only: power."

Deja vu creeps over Vi, a prickling wave. She hears, again, Nao's confession.

With one hand, I give. With the other, I take.

It's a balance.

"She's an artist, through and through. It's why I pay her a premium. If you think she'd jeopardize that, for an old-times-sake fling, with her employer's bodyguard—"

"You don't know jack-shit!" Vi snaps. "Not about her—or me! Hell, I doubt you've ever made a woman happy in your entire miserable life."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I do." Vi's eyes slit. This is dangerous territory, but she's flipped from defense to offense, determined to provoke. "You're a one-eyed, pencil-necked, ball-less prick who gets his jollies off by screwing the people who can't fight back. Who pays whores to fuck him, because he can't hold an honest conversation with a real woman for more than a minute without needing to control every word out of her mouth. And who gets his panties in a bunch if his whore prefers the company of a real live woman instead of a half-dead ghoul with a god complex and a limp-ass dick."

She doesn't know what she expects. Rage? Violence? A knife to the gut?

Instead Silco remains slouched indolently at the ledge. The shark-eye pins her—not with malice, but rather as if Vi is a curious subspecies of slug he's never encountered before, a freak of nature that might yet prove worthy of note. Then a smile snakes out across his lips: a tiny crooked slice that, like the rest of him, is so grotesque it verges on preternatural.

"So," he says, softly. "Our Pet has teeth."

"Hell of a lot prettier than yours."

"No argument there." Musingly, he fondles the rim of his glass. "It's funny. Maven warned me you had a talent for talking trash. But she didn't mention you'd the vocabulary of a juvenile delinquent. We'll have to work on that."

Vi stiffens. "She—Nao talked about me?"

"Oh, yes." The syllables, so soft, take on an arctic chill. "That's the beauty of being twenty-five, isn't it? No room for the thought that, while you're busy fucking a whore, the whore is busy fucking you."

In a single smooth motion, he picks up the glass and hurls it at the wall. The crystalline explosion jerks Vi into gooseflesh.

The chill descends to subzero.

"Oops," Silco says, without emphasis. "Clumsy."

#arcane #arcane silco #arcane league of legends #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #silco #arcane vi #arcane violet #vi #arcane jinx #jinx #nao

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malavera · 1 year

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18+ From the Window Series: From the Kitchen — Tom Cruise

↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.

summary: you and your aunt visited Tom on his day off.

warnings: 18+, the big age gap, very kinky, the use of a word ‘kitten’, tom cruise being the sigma person as he is, oral (m receiving), fingerfucking, p in v from the back, fucking on the counter, creampie, basically this part is smut so just brace yourself – minors dni! cuz i suck at warnings.

tagging: @tomsf18 @deanscroissant @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black

check out the series!

The breezy Sunday morning made Tom wanted to stay in. He loves enjoying a one breezy day engulfed in the warmth of his home. Other than that, he shouldn't be back on the set in 2 days, might as well spend the time relaxing or do some chores around the house. Despite being Hollywood Royalty, when he gets a chance for a mini break, he'd love to have the house all to himself and excuse his staff at home to go home. He loves doing things by himself, though he needs them around when he's not around to take care of the house.

Coffee is the law. Starting your day without a cup of coffee would be something that Tom believes it’s the most important beverage, aside from water, to start the day. Grabbing the pot to pour the black liquid to his cup, his eyes never leaving his iPad screen flipping through the digital pages. This is one of the routines that Tom does in the morning to keep himself aligned with his ‘chakra’. Tom snorted to himself when he reads a headline of an article that says, Why men over 40’s should not be looking for women under 30’s.

He poured a milk to his cup before stirring the liquid to mix them together. His thumb scrolls down through the article, aiming to read the point. Overall, it says that it’s like watching a 25 year old man being in a relationship with a 15 year old girl. He shrugged to himself, nodding to the point as well as bringing the cup to his mouth.

He agrees.

He couldn’t imagine himself dating a woman who’s not in their 30’s especially in his age. But, a certain someone could make an exception to that article. His whole perspective has gone away once he opens his front door to his neighbor with her young niece, carrying a plate of cookies. Maria greets him with a good morning with a cheery tone laced in her voice, said ‘We never seen you leaving the house and we thought why not share you these cookies that we’ve baked.’

Tom’s lips slightly parted, his eyes were set behind the lovely madam, who’s carrying the plate of cookies, on her particularly, beautiful, hot, young niece who gave him a show… 2 days ago. The corner of her lips pulled into a smirk, her hairs tucked behind her ears, she’s wearing a sundress that ends on her mid thighs despite the breezy weather. Tom snapped back to reality, shifting his attention to Maria.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you. Would you like to come in?” With his 1 billion dollar smile, who wouldn’t accept the sweet gesture. They both stepped in as Tom leads them towards the living room.

“Oh yes! I don’t think I’ve introduced you to my niece… This is, Y/N. She’s staying for the whole summer to help me out with my clothing-line business.”

“I see.” Tom nodded with a teethed smile.

“Show your manners, girl! You’re not 17 anymore. Why should I keep doing this to you?” Maria hissed to her niece’s ears, nothing but a grin plastered on her face.

“You have a lovely home, mister Cruise.”

His heart seemed to skipped a beat when he heard you spoke. With a pursed lips, his smile never leaving his face as he nods a long. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“How was Heather?”

Heather? Who’s Heather? The charmer has left the room. You couldn’t help but become curious to this Heather, is she an important person in his life? Is he seeing someone? You know you have no right to pry, but you just can’t imagine walking into your bedroom looking at your window to find this Heather girl bouncing on top of what’s yours. Your aunt and Tom chatted and laughed here and there for a good 5 minutes before her phone rang as she excused herself out to take the phone call, leaving both of you alone.

“A glass of milk would go with the cookies.” The charmer has returned. Tom’s shoulders tensed a little when he heard you spoke. He watched you push yourself off from his leathered sofa before you bend, a little too much just to grab the plate of cookies from the coffee table, exposing your cleavage.

“I’m gonna warm these up, would you mind showing the Kitchen, mister Cruise?” Your angelic voice seemed to have almost put Tom in a trance. He cleared his throat before he opens his mouth to navigate you through his house. Once you leave the room, your Aunt came back.

“What is she doing?”

“She’s helping me heat up those cookies which, thank you again by the way.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Y/N woke up early today, I don’t know if the girl even sleeps but I woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies. Those are really good, you should definitely try it later by the way, and oh.. She then said she wanted to share those with you but she’s too shy to come over and knock on your door,” Maria chuckled. “So, she asked me to come with her.”

Shy? Tom doesn’t think that it’s the suitable word coming out from you. He doesn’t think that the action that you just pulled, 2 days ago, for him was you being Shy. Tom chuckles to himself, he remembered every detail. He remembered your smooth legs, your rounded ass, your pink plump lips. Best believe, he planned on doing something about what you pulled. But, he stopped himself realizing that he doesn’t know about this young neighbor. Especially, he doesn’t know about her age.

“Oh, Tom? Would you tell Y/N that I’m leaving to run an errand? Tell her to clean up the kitchen later too. I really need to go.”

“It’s no problem, Maria.”

You’ve been in his kitchen for such a long time when Tom came back to the living room. A shattered sound he could heard from the living room and a grunt coming out from your mouth. Tom hurried off towards his Kitchen but forced himself to stop once he sees you bend down on your knees against the tiled floor.

Your ass is on display to him…

No panties.

It was indeed an accident—you accidentally elbowed the bottle of milk which caused it to fall down to the floor. The bottle shattered, some of the milk had splattered to your legs before you got down on your knees trying to wipe them clean using the towel from the stove. You turned your head to your shoulder to find Tom frozen, watching the whole thing.

“I’m so sorry, mister Cruise! It was an accident, I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before Tom has got you back on your feet as he tugs at your arm. You shrieked when he pushed you against the counter bending your over a little bit.

“What about that stunt you pulled 2 days ago? Was that an accident too?” Tom hissed in your ear, you whimpered but you smirked. Grinding your ass against his front, Tom grunted looking down watching you rubbing your ass like a dog.

Release the girl, Tom.

She’s just a kid, but such a slut—she needs to be punished for what she has done.

She needs to be punished right? What did she do? She spilled your bottle of milk that you could easily get another 5 bottles if you want to. Let her go.

Tom chose to ignore his conscience. His arm circled to wrap around your front, before pulling it down towards your heat. His fingertips grazed against your pussy folds before playing with your clit, his middle finger rubs up and down separating your pussy folds before he went down to tease your hole, soaking his finger.

“You want this, right?” It was a rhetorical question before he shoved one finger inside your cunt, earning a loud gasp. Tom placed his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent through your soft hair. You smell so sweet, and a little hint of apple.

“I know you’ve always wanted this, Kitten.” He thrusts his finger in and out of your cunt, he enjoys listening to your little moans and grunts before he adds another finger.

He curls them inside you resulting a loud moan from you, “Mmhh… Yes, sir.” He takes it that you seemed to enjoy it more like that so he kept doing it. His cock grew hard by each seconds through your moans before he decides to undo his pants using one hand. He groaned in relief once his pants are on the floor, his cock slapping against his abdomen before he spits on his hand and give himself a couple of pumps.

He took out his fingers from your cunt, pushing you more to bend over the counter, placing his hands on your hips before he guides his cock towards your glistening entrance.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy until I cum good.” Tom hissed in your ear before he wraps his hands around your throat and shoved his cock into your cunt. You gasped a choked moan out from your lips, finally living out your dream, feeling his thick cock inside your warm cunt.

A satisfied smile splattered on your face, your eyes rolled back as you listen to him grunt in your ears. He’s not going slow on you, he roughly drills his cock in your pussy sending you to oblivion, literally.

“Tom! I’m just dropping the keys for Y/N.” You shrieked and your eyes widened when you hear your aunt’s heels clicking against the floor in the living room. Tom’s hand went to clasp your mouth, his hips never stop thrusting upwards, almost made you stand on your tippy toes.

“Okay! I’ll let her know.” Tom hollered, pushing himself off from your back to grab your hips. When he aimed his hips at a certain angle, he found the G-spot resulting a muffled shrieked from you.

“Tom, is everything okay?” Tom clasped your mouth, hard.

“Yes, Maria! Everything is fine-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence when he felt your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Okay, I’m leaving now!”

Tom grunted in relief before he proceed his action, bringing himself to his own release. “Listen up you slut! I’m gonna cum in this pussy, hard and she’s going to swallow everything. Not even a drop. You hear me?” Tom hissed.

“Y-yes.. Sir!” You whimpered.

“Mmh.. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum kitten.. Fuck!” He pressed his hips feeling himself releasing his load to your cunt, giving himself another thrust—his thighs vibrated from the sensation.

“Argh! Fuckkk…” Tom panted, soon he slowly pull out his softening cock. His hand went to cover your pussy by instinct, thinking his cum could be dropping out of it.

Your body feels weak but you pushed yourself off from the counter either way, turning your body to him. A sly smirk on your face before you grab a cookie from the plate. Tom watches as you took a bite from the cookie, your thumb went up to graze the corner of your lips before you chew.

“Have I lived out your fantasy too, Sir?”

#tom cruise #tom cruise fic #tom cruise smut #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagines #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise dirty imagine #tom cruise dirty imagines #tom cruise x female reader

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dance-bones · 2 months

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Insomnia

Merman!Risotto Nero×reader

Warning: The difference in height/first kiss or something like that

All the characters have come of age

Uh, sorry, I'm lazy person. So, I'll give you my old work, but it's may be good.

If you want any character, situation, au, let me know

Meow Meow something else.

A quiet, warm night enveloped the city. Waves washed over the walls built by people. Lampposts standing along the water illuminated a small part of its surface.

You walk in light, thin clothes, straight to the pier, although at this time of day, it would be better to be at home.

Your life is quite satisfactory. You have a family, friends, a job. In general, you are an ordinary person. So why do you want to go to the pier? The answer is simple. You have insomnia. You've tried many ways to fall asleep, but only one helps you. I have to go to the pier every time before going to bed to breathe in the sea air, listen to the beating of the waves on the wooden beams of the pier. In a word, to enjoy. And it helped. After 15-20 minutes of being on the pier, you were easily thrown into a dream.

And so, you're back on the pier. Walking to the edge, sitting down and dangling your legs, you begin to relax. After a hard day's work, it helps the best. From the noise of the waves, you inadvertently withdraw into yourself, which is actually a regular action. You often get lost in different thoughts and try to find some answers for yourself. And here again, you need to thank Pierce, because usually you don't have enough time to think.

It doesn't occur to you at such moments that you might be being watched. And not just from where, but actually from the water.

Your thoughts today were the legends of this city, or rather the main one - the mermaids. Yes, the residents of the city really claimed that there is a hybrid of a human and a marine inhabitant in the sea.

But they were fairy tales for you. In your unprofessional opinion, mermaids were a kind of way to scare children away from the water. That's right. No one wants their child to drown or get hurt in any way..

Your feet were hanging off the edge of the pier, almost touching the water, while you were deep in thought.

Suddenly, you feel something wrapping around your ankle. It was something cold, wet, and damn strong. You were sure of that. Quickly raising your head, you saw something unthinkable in front of you.

A rather large hand, compared to yours, holds your ankle in an almost death grip. If you look closely, you can see the webbing between your fingers. Your eyes widen when your head appears out of the water, and then a small part of your guest's very large body.

Or rather, you were the guest. After all, this creature was a mermaid, and the sea was his home.

You managed to look at it a little, fortunately there was a lantern nearby that illuminated at least some part of the pier.

A giant mermaid appeared before your eyes. From his fin on his back, his coloring, as well as the sharp teeth that you saw from his slightly open mouth, it became clear that he was a shark. His body was coming out of the water and it seemed to be huge, maybe 5-6 meters. And oh my God, what stood out most about him were the red eyes watching you through wet, ashen hair.

The shark man was looking at you, holding your ankle and smiling.

"Hi," he said, still looking at you. Something in his gaze hinted to you that he was evaluating you and maybe planning to eat you.

"Good evening, sir," you mumbled, trying to stay calm. You were a little scared that you might become the dinner of a giant fish.

The merman tilted his head at your feet, making you tense up. He was still holding your ankle.

- "Shh, don't be nervous, little one."- He whispered and jumped back.

Did he call you a little one? It was logical according to his concepts. The shark Man was bigger than you and he had every right to call you tiny compared to him.

- "Tell me, what is such a tiny human girl doing here at night, huh?"- his gaze slides over your body while he waits for an answer.

- "Oh, I have insomnia, and the noise of the sea and the sea air help to cope with it. That's why I come here before going to bed."

You're being honest with him, hoping he'll think it's a good answer.

- "Mmm, does such a sweet treat come to me by itself? How wonderful.." He's smiling, showing you his sharp teeth.

You're getting nervous. He's probably being honest with you about his desires, too. The mermaid rests on the part of the tail where, according to your assumption, people should have knees, and pulls himself up onto the pier. He quickly pulls you to him, laying you on your back. Your pupils constrict when he hunches over to lean towards you. Despite the cold of his body, his breath is hotter. You begin to breathe shallowly and raggedly while salt water drips from his body onto you.

Does he seem to notice this and start purring? Maybe the merman is trying to calm you down, just a little bit, but the realization that he wants to eat you makes it creepy.

- "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you, little one. Definitely not in that sense..." He says the latter almost silently.

It makes you calm down a bit, but it's still not enough.

- "Then what do you want?"

His pupils are narrowing like a predator's, which is exactly what he is. He smiles at you again, leaning closer.

- "Just to get to know each other." He continues to make a low purr. He looks extremely curious and interested in you.

- "What's your name, little one?"- he gently releases your ankle and puts his big hand on your head, knowing that you are ready to move. He strokes the top of your head, enjoying the softness of your hair. With his other hand, he leans on the planks of the pier so as not to crush you.

- "Y/n, sir..."- you answer him with a little hesitation. All this makes you feel embarrassed.

- "Y/n..."- the mermaid repeats your name several times, memorizing it.

"What's your name, sir?"

He's looking at you, obviously happy that you're interested in him.

"I'm Risotto Nero, little Y/n." he chuckles, pleased with your new nickname.

He looks at you, running his hand from the top of your head to your cheek, making you tremble slightly. He leans closer, inhaling the scent of your body.

"Your skin is so soft, and your scent is just wonderful.." He leans even closer. He likes your helplessness.

- "Risotto Nero..."- you gain courage, trying not to shake from his cold touches to your skin."if that's all, can I go home?" It's time for me to go to bed..

He grins at you, seeing that you're a little afraid, but finally takes his hand away.

- "Of course, but first.." He licks your lips quickly before plopping back into the water and disappearing under the pier.

You get up quickly and run home, feeling the salty taste on your lips. This cartilaginous fish stole your first kiss! If I may say so.

Returning home, you quickly take a shower, washing off all the salt water that he managed to spill on you, and go to bed.

But one thing is bothering you. Is he interested in you? Oh, it seems more than just interested. You're sure he wanted to take you right on the pier. You once studied shark behavior out of curiosity. And his action with laying you on your shoulder blades is very similar to the process of a mating ritual, when the task of the male is to lay the female on her back.

You blush when you get under the covers. What is most frightening is that the male, during sexual intercourse, holds the male by the gills with his sharp teeth. The very thought that your neck will become a replacement for gills scares him and throws him into paint. It sounds both creepy and painful at the same time...It's hot.

And oh my God, this is the only pier in town, and your insomnia isn't going anywhere.

Which means...

You will have to return to the pier the next night at your own risk. You understand this, and it seems that Risotto Nero himself, who watched you run away, understands this too.

He'll be waiting for you tomorrow. He will definitely wait for you, and he will get his little one.

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Hi, can you please write a timo meier imagine based on this video https://youtu.be/xzZ_oHesy-s, it doesn't have to be christmas themed. Thomas Bordeleau goes undercover at Sharks' Ice (public indoor ice rink owned by the sharks organization, including the sharks offical practice rink) wearing an earpiece while timo, tomas hertl, and erik karlsson tell him what to say and ask through the earpiece and thomas walks up to reader and her friends including the little kids that are with them, who were playing hockey, asks them about their favorite players, reader says timo, and one littie girl in the group points exposes her crush on timo, embarrassing reader, not knowing that timo was listening to the whole thing, so then Bordeleau starts asking reader her age and stuff, and then timo comes out and walks up to reader from behind, which surprises her?

A/N: FIRST OF ALL, I could write an entire dissertation about this video. Specifically at 2:30 when the little kid doesn’t know who Timo is. Timo’s. Damn. Face!!!!!!!!!!! Absolutely hilarious. Also at 2:02 I went absolutely FERAL at how he was leaning against the table. Good god, I need a minute. Don’t even get me started about 2:45 when the Timo thinks we just ruined Santa for that little girl and looks terrified at the camera. I literally kept coming back to the video for more inspo and I just started laughing so much that I got distracted every time.

In conclusion, Thank you for this video 😘 It has given me life. I will be rewatching this frequently.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None!

Your nanny kid, Gia, is just about to combust at the sight of the Zamboni finally clearing off the ice. She is bouncing on her tiny, Bauer skates with excitement next to the other kids.

“Y/N!” She shrills. “It’s happening! We are gonna go!”

She’s been looking forward to this event for weeks. She wasn’t even sad when her parents weren’t able to make it with her. She knew you would take her. You would show up even if they wouldn’t. Not just because you’re paid to, but you’re a huge Sharks fan and have a glint in your eye for a certain number 28. You know he’s going to be here and your skin buzzes with similar anticipation to Gia’s. Although, if you’re being honest, you’ll probably stay dead silent when it comes time to meet him. This is really Gia’s show, you’re just along for the ride… and the money.

The Zamboni doors close and the little kids shuffle onto the ice with their guardians. The kids were able to bring their sticks, so they skid along to the various pucks the Sharks ice staff tosses onto the slick surface. You’re a decent skater and wind your way around the rink with Gia as she works on carrying the puck.

“Good job!” You encourage her when she is able to keep it on her stick the entire lap. “You’re getting so good, G!”

“I know!” She beams.

A few Sharks players trickle onto the ice including Thomas Bordealau and Erik Karlsson. You have to admit you’re a little disappointed when you don’t see Timo. You thought the flyer said he would be here? Maybe he will be later. Or maybe he couldn’t make it after all.

Thomas Bordeleau skates by once, doing a once over of the two of you as Gia stick handles the puck perfectly. He nods his head in admiration and skates closer.

“Hey ladies, how are you today?”

“Thomas! I’m great!” She cheeses excitedly.

“You know my name, can I know your name?” He wonders.

“I’m Gia! And I’m the biggest Sharks fan you’ve ever met!”

“Wow! Really!? I don’t know. You’re pretty little.” He holds his hand over her head and she swats at it.

“Not for long. I’ve grown a half inch in the last month.” She’s so proud of that and boasts at him with a smirk.

“Whoa, you’ll catch up to Sharkie in no time.” He points to the Sharks mascot racing kids down the ice around us.

“Yeah.” She grins, showing off her missing front teeth.

“So, Gia who is your favorite player?” He asks.

“Ummmm, well probably Timo Meier because she’s obsessed with him.” She points at you with a glint in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t say that.” You try to play it off. I mean, she isn’t wrong. The man is beautiful and you have certainly admire his ass…ets a time or two.

“You stalk his Instagram every day.”

“No.”

“You were this morning. You were like, he looks the best in blue suits.” She adjusts her tone to mock you. This kid. If she think’s she’s getting a Happy Meal after this….

“Ah… okay. I guess I need to be more mindful of my social media consumption in front of young eyes.” You cough.

“It’s all good. Timo’s a good looking dude in those tight suits.” Thomas chuckles, pausing for a moment. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Thomas. What do I have to do to be your favorite player?”

“Look like Timo.” You joke, trying to keep the mood light. He bursts out laughing, tossing his head back. You hear a slight noise buzzing but can’t quite put your finger on where it comes from.

“I don’t know. He’s a little stuffy with all the suits he wears.”

“No way. He looks like a gentlemen. Then he gets on the ice and blows people up with his checks. It’s hot. You could learn something from him.” The slight buzzing returns, but it’s louder and sounds more like laughter.

“Okay, PR is telling me I need to tell you that I’m currently mic’d up.” Thomas snorts, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughs harder.

“Oh.” Your smile drops. Okay now, it’s not as funny.

“And Timo is listening.”

Your mouth drops open in horror and surprise.

“Great.” You say with gritted teeth, looking down at Gia who watches the exchange with curious eyes. You’re trying to play it off like you’re not absolutely panicking at the idea of your hockey crush overhearing you obsess about him

“Do you wanna say hi?” Thomas quips, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Ah…. Hi?” You say, cheeks flaming red.

“He says hi back. Wants to know how old you are.”

“Oooookay.” You laugh off, suddenly. Thomas stares back at you expectantly. “Ah… his age.” You respond with a shrug.

“And Gia is your…?”

“Nanny kid.” You murmur, watching as she skates along to the boards to retrieve the puck she just shot off the dasher. “Gia, be careful. There are a lot of people out here.” You turn back to Thomas.

“You got a boyfriend?”

“Maybe the person asking you these things should come ask me himself?” You snort, rolling your eyes.

“Okay.” He shrugs then skates off without another word, on to the next group.

But Timo never appears.

As you’re leaving later, hand in hand with Gia, you see the rest of the Sharks players head out as a big group. Thomas elbows Timo in the ribs and you look away, wanting to die all over again. Not only did you obsess about him, but he never came out to pursue it any further. Knowing you’ll never actually have a chance is a disappointment you’ve never experienced.

“We are going to McDonald’s right?” Gia asks you, all innocent now that she wants something.

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“You promised!” She wails instantly, little face scrunching in irritation.

“She worked pretty hard on the ice as your wing woman, I think you should take her.” You hear a voice behind you. You know it’s Timo and your cheeks instantly flame pink.

“I don’t know about that. She was spreading secrets out there. Can’t reward that.”

“What if it ends up getting you a date?” Your stomach flip flops. You take a calming breath, looking away like you’re contemplating.

“I guess it depends on with who.”

“Him!” Gia shouts. “Oh my god, are you gonna pass out?”

“Gia, get in the car.” You laugh, shaking your head as Timo chuckles with you. “I think you’ve helped enough.”

“Yes! She says yes!” Gia insists instead.

Timo grins, then looks at you to confirm.

“You going to actually ask me or do we need Thomas to do that too?”

“Can I come to McDonald’s with you?” You close your eyes, tilting your head back and laughing.

“Never picked you as a happy meal guy.”

“I’m a Big Mac guy, but if a happy meal gets me a date, I’m in.”

“No…” You say to him. His eyebrows bolt up in pure panic. “To your earlier question, No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Relief is visible on his face, making a warm bubble fill your chest.

“That’s good. Would be kinda awkward seeing him at McDonald’s.”

“Are we going to McDonald’s or what!?” Gia screeches out the door.

“You sure you wanna go?”

“Yeah. Something tells me you’re worth it. I’ll follow you.” He winks, then walks away to his expensive, black car, leaving you to wonder if this is actually real life.

You find yourself smirking at that image, a year to the day later, while you, Timo and Gia visit that McDonald’s again to recreate your first date.

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