#future stingray au

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Please tell me what your au is about pls don't make me scroll down PLEASEEE !!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

wasn’t sure which one you meant, so here’s a brief summary of all of them under the cut (excluding walden and kardhaus, who are mostly joke ocs)

fantabastille au: a mainly oc-centric au mainly about the warden and mistress’ son, jailer! this takes place in the future!warden timeline, so jailer ends up getting caught up in the middle of the warden and the mistress’ war for control of earth and becomes the warden of his own division of superjail/ultraprison for his own safety. from there, he and his staff run the titular prison like a hotel/containment area for all sorts of aliens that might want to wage war on superjail/ultraprison

warden 2.0 au: a “what if” scenario based on the episode jailbot 2.0, wherein jailbot 2.0 takes control of the warden and the rest of the staff have to fight a lot harder to get superjail back to normal.

first draft au: an au in which all the characters use their concept designs/incorporate unused ideas.

future!stingray au: wherein lord stingray becomes dictator of the world in the future instead of the warden. the au primarily focuses on the (extremely dysfunctional) ultrajail/superprison alliance’s efforts to take stingray down and restore things to normal.

electrolux and warren are actually part of a larger tumblr-wide collaborative au called sexyman descendants, they have stories of their own but they’re not overtly connected to superjail besides the parts where they interact w their respective dads.

stepbros au: haven’t posted much about this one, but it’s an au where all my warden fankids (including the joke ones) are simultaneously canon and live with the warden + first draft!warden in superjail. yes, this setup is exactly as much of a nightmare as you’d think.

#superjail #superjail! #asks #fantabastille au #future stingray au #first draft au #warden 2.0 au #stepbros au

[widowpunx]

the things I do when I can't sleep 😴😴😴

#brave merida #i am merida brave #merida brave princess #princess merida dunbroch #brave pixar #merida #morden au #ai art #ai generated #queen merida #corvette stingray #future cities

[yuiokamicosplays]

Ok I had a dream last night about laito, it was a weird fantasy AU where we were in different kingdoms and we had specific magical powers and were called "Seer's" and our job was to see a few glimpses into the future and we could imagine different strategies and have different outcomes until we won, but one day the both of us needed to come together to win a battle. Laito for some reason in my little brain was a mix between a dragonborn and an incubus, he had long jutted red horns, black and red dragon wings with talons that were huge, and a black and red tail that had small juts and more of the end of a stingray tail. I looked like a normal human, and as we both talked about how to win the battle we started to fall in love and for this Au whenever a seer falls in love their powers get amplified, so both of our powers started to get stronger but we didn't care about that and like it was in medieval times females especially of royal blood weren't allowed to have sex unless it was their wedding night after months of not being able to find the right outcomes and secretly having a relationship. The room where the seers mostly reside in is always kind of a mix of a war briefing room with a giant map in the middle and models and then a library with books all around and the seers are always left alone and not disturbed to work and get the best results, we used that to our advantage and started with small things like holding hands or hugs, but over the months it got more sexual until he fucked me up against a bookshelf and his tail was wrapped around my leg and after that we could finally start seeing the outcomes we needed to win, so we kept doing it with no one knowing because it was helping both of us to win, and then one day we finally saw what we needed like a month or two later and us along with our army charged into battle and were about to win when Laito got shot with an arrow and was bleeding out, so I wanting to keep him alive because I loved him and wanted to tell him the truth told him I was pregnant with our child and that we needed him, and it gave him enough strength for both of us to full on disintegrate the rest of the enemy before he passed out and then it cut to us in the seer room with all our siblings which were like 10 each around us holding hands as couples because some also started relationships and the rest who weren't in a couple held those hands and then mine as we heald his wound and he lived and then proposed and then i woke up, i honestly have no idea how my brain works but im not mad.

#diabolik lovers #fantasy #dnd #laito sakamaki #dream

[the-starry-seas]

omg we both have star wars ocs! Isn't that crazy!

...I kinda wanna hear about them if you like sharing haha

I love talking about my OCs! And if you want to talk about yours 👀

Vinir is my favourite by far. He's a sneaky, cranky bitch through and through and I love that for him tbh. Professional killer and mercenary who loves nothing and no one except for his *counts on fingers* five droids. There's a reason I call him Droid Dad. He's aroallo (and if people still do face claims/refs for OCs, his is Sean Baek, specifically in his role as Fancy Lee from Killjoys).

He gets sent to spy on and potentially assassinate a Mand'alor (EXTREMELY long story here, but tldr adult Boba brought Jango back from the dead and Jango's having a grand time fucking with everyone). Problem being that he doesn't yet have orders to kill Jango when someone else tries... so Vinir's gotta save Jango's life to protect his payday.

He gets assigned as Jango's bodyguard after that, because Boba insists Jango needs some protection in light of a very-nearly-successful kill job. Jango's view on this is "I will accept a bodyguard to prove that I am better than him and don't need him."

And then Vinir can keep pace with him and the two of them form a begrudging alliance that develops into a qpr. There is a shitload of drama down the line when Jango finds out why Vinir showed up in the first place, but they settle things eventually. There's stabbing involved but that's practically a love language for these guys. Truly nobody else could ever fucking deal with either of them.

Racer is a close second, though. She's a clone trooper, part of an ARC squad to be specific. She's their demolitions expert and she is wildly irresponsible with this. (If her responsible older brother/squad leader keeps finding dud grenades in his bunk, that's totally not her.) They have a broken microwave that she keeps microwaving random things in to see what happens (they explode, except the space Furby, which starts sparking and gets them all in trouble).

She's a chaos gremlin to the max and loves horrible jokes and puns. If she can find a way to cause trouble and bother her brothers, she will take it and add some glitter. She loves all things fast, and is a part-time underground speeder racer, hence her name. She has plans to make a career of it someday and could probably be pretty good at it!

There is more complicated AU nonsense at play here, like there is for basically all my Star Wars characters. TLDR is her squad, the Aces, get time travelled into the future where they can do whatever they like without the war going on.

Racer promptly starts flirting with a pirate captain, and gets not only a cool new job as a pirate but *counts on fingers again* three cool girlfriends. She heard 'be gay do crimes' and took it to the absolute max. If you know The Orion Experience, that's her vibes, especially All Dolled Up and The Cult of Dionysus. I support her in all she does.

And Cam my beloved <3 He's dating one of Racer's brothers, Ember, and she is constantly at risk of getting Bonked for playing the grindr sound effect whenever she sees them holding hands. And the one time she played the wedding march.

He's a marine biologist with a particular love for the stingray tank. He and Ember have a meetcute where Ember literally trips and falls into Cam, and Cam catches him and takes him to lunch. Ember spends the entire lunch listening to Cam infodump about coral and Cam is ready to propose right then and there.

(Meanwhile there's some minor drama going on in the background, because Ember suddenly disappeared during a family outing and they're all mildly concerned he's been kidnapped or fell into the shark tank or got eaten by a kraken or something. Nope, all he fell into were those big brown eyes.)

His secondary love, besides the ray tank, is the shark tank. Ember's always a little nervous to see him diving in there, but Cam has three different sharks who consider him a friend, and he loves all of them in return. They've never tried biting him and he's good at what he does, so he's pretty confident and calm about swimming with the sharks.

He also knows sign language, which means he can talk with the mermaid performers when they're in the tanks. He's called the mermaid whisperer, and every so often he gets a letter from a kid on a field trip who saw him talking with them, asking how the mermaids are doing. He keeps every letter framed in his office.

#i can ramble about the weird little bitches in my brain forever #there are so many of them but i do have favourites #starry seas speaks

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#Coupé #GT #MoteurV6 #Panamera #TopCarDesign #VoituresSportives

[screaming-bot]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

MY REFRIGERATOR W LEGS IS STANDING IN THE FUTURE! STINGRAY AU IS SO FAR REMOVED FROM THE HYPERWEALTHY’S DESIRE TO BE ELIGIBLE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

[symb1osoarts]

I have returned to my Homestuck roots with some redesigns!!! it’s Heavy AU on account that our Tyrianblood over there is male, and the Condesce is Not the empress.

Info for them below the Readmore

GAELLE GAVINA - Sylph of Hope A Jadeblood that wants to become a model, but can come off as incessantly vain, acting as though it’s the end of the world if her clothing gets dirty. She’s That kind of girl. Her Lusus is a Peacock, so it’s easy to guess where her vanity comes from, but she still cares deeply for the people around her. Her hive is a large studio apartment-style Hive in a large Hiveblock by the oceanside. She’s Heroka’s Morail, and Avaros’ eventual Matesprit. Her Strife Specibus are long-range Rifles - she would not be caught dead in the middle of a fight looking a mess.

HEROKA LEAMON - Knight of Rage A Brownblood that has a deep dislike for anything urban, preferring to stay out in the steppe with her Lioness Lusus and her pride, only occasionally leaving to visit Gaelle or Nihall. She’s Gaelle’s Morail, and Nihall’s Matesprit. She is also in an an auspicitism, with Avaros mediating between her and Ceylon. Her Strife Specibus is her claws.

NIHALL MARRIN - Heir of Heart A Limeblood who lives on a lone ranch with his Hyena Lusus where he creates robotics to make life around the ranch easier. He used to have extremely powerful psionics, but Ceylon had forced him to burn them out ‘for his own good’, deep-frying the parts of his thinkpan that controlled emotions, leaving him unable to feel emotions - the chemicals in his thinkpan are still there, but he can’t interpret them anymore. He’s Heroka’s matesprit, but due to his inability to process emotions their relationship is strained. He’s also Pemdas’ eventual morail. His Strife Specibus used to be his psionics, but now it’s large Wrenches.

CEYLON ENELIN - Seer of Time An Indigoblood with a penchant of summoning spirits and contacting the dead. She lives in a Hive that spans across the inside of a Ravine by the Oceanside. She has a talent for predicting the future, being right more often than not, which has given her a large amount of pride, and an inability to take criticism - especially when someone tells her that her actions/opinions are wrong. She used her abilty to summon spirits to possess Nihall, making him burn out his psionics, causing a deep rift in the friendship circle. She’s Pemdas’ matesprit and Avaros’ morail. She’s also in an auspicitism with Heroka, with Avaros mediating between them. Her lusus is a large crow, and her Strife Specibus are Spirits that she summons.

AVAROS ESTELL - Prince of Void Tyrianblood, and Heir Apparent to the Empire. He’s laid back, friendly, and doesn’t take himself all too serious for the most part - a fault in character is what most would describe it as, but he’s never cared too much what others think of him. He lives in his Palace Hive in the ocean, living close enough to the shore to visit his friends, and occasionally asking them to help him hunt Lusi to feed to his cthulhian Manta/Stingray Lusus. He also has the most obvious crush on Gaelle, frequently stumbling over his words and blushing so hard his entire face is Tyrian when around her. His morail is Ceylon, and Gaelle’s eventual matesprit. His Strife Specibus is a metallic stinger he wears on his middle finger, coated in the toxin his Lusus produces - it’s a weapon fit for an Heir is how his Lusus puts it.

PEMDAS RADIUM - Mage of Space A Ceruleanblood with a brilliant mind, living in a large Hive with her Parrot lusus. She has a fascination with anything science, from physics and mathematics to biology and chemistry, and everything beyond that. She hoards knowledge out of a genuine thirst to learn all there is to learn about Alternia and all the planets beyond it. She can be a little scary when someone is being annoying when she’s trying to patch up their wounds. She’s Ceylon’s matesprit, and Nihall’s eventual morail. Her Strife Specibus are Scalpels.

#Homestuck #Fantroll #Gaelle Gavina #Heroka Leamon #Nihall Marrin #Ceylon Enelin #Avaros Estell #Pemdas Radium #they're my disaster children and i love the

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

To Start Anew

Monthly Prompts Day 12

August 12th - Army Brat (Like me lol)

AU Used: None

Characters: Miles (current OC) and Cassandra “Sandy” Fischer (future OC)

Notes: This takes place about a year before my current story. This is a bit of a backstory for Miles and a preview of Cassandra. Cassandra is a character I’ve been working on for a few months now. I haven’t written anything out story-wise for her, but I do have a project I plan on doing soon. Part of this prompt is most likely going to be a section of the story once I start working on it.

As many people in town knew, word around Big Momma’s never stayed secret for long. Big Momma herself, however, knew firsthand what the news would be that week. Her niece, seventeen-year-old Cassandra Fischer, was visiting for the rest of summer or, that was, until her father would get his next assignment. Most of the teenagers that frequented Big Momma’s restaurant knew Cassandra as she had gone to school with them until her father’s transfer to Fort Bragg in North Carolina.

Cassandra had only been gone for four years, but those that knew her, missed her.

The twelfth day of August arrived and, if the roar of a 1961 Corvette Stingray pulling up in front of Big Momma’s restaurant was anything to go by, so had Miss Cassandra Fischer.

Her license plate, emboldened with her nickname “Sandy” glistened as the car was parked and turned off. Cassandra took one last look in her rear-view mirror, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she made sure her lipstick - which matched the color of her car - was as clean as could be. Giving herself a smile in the mirror, Cassandra opened her car door and headed inside the restaurant. She ignored the stares of those around her, choosing to approach her aunt before anyone else.

Cassandra placed her purse on the counter, seating herself directly in front of the cash register so her aunt would see her as soon as she came out from the kitchen. Cassandra pulled off her driving gloves and sunglasses and set them atop her purse with a sigh as she relaxed into her bar stool. She rhythmically tapped her nails on the counter to the beat of the song that was playing from the jukebox, resting her chin on her free hand as she stared longingly at the swinging door her aunt was behind.

She had wanted to make a good impression on her Aunt LaVon, heck, she’d even managed to get her hair into a faux beehive so her curls wouldn’t be in the way. Sure, it took all of the bobbypins she owned and nearly two bottles of hairspray that she was sure wouldn’t come out for at least four washes, but it would all be worth it to make her aunt see that she wasn’t fooling around. At least this was better than having her parents breathing down her neck, negging her to either get a job off-base or start going to college.

She had only one goal in life; to get out of the life on-base and explore the world around her. And, as she always retorted to her parents, it was 1962 and her options were limitless.

It wasn’t until she received a tap on her shoulder that she realized somebody was behind her. Acting on reflexes her father had taught her, Cassandra reached for the pocket knife she kept strapped to the side of her purse, spinning her chair around to find herself face-to-face with a tall brunette in a leather jacket. Keeping her hand over her knife, she gave the man a look.

“Can I help you?” she asked firmly, taking on a direct tone she’d heard her dad use.

The biker ruffled his hair lightly, shrugging at her in return. Boy, did she hate when people left their hair all messy like that on purpose. “That depends,” the man started, Cassandra took notice of a faint accent of some sort when he spoke, “can I have my keys back from under your purse?”

Cassandra’s confused look must’ve told the man something as he simply lifted a finger to point to her purse. Cassandra lifted her purse with the hand that had been resting on her knife, feeling in very little danger with her aunt just one room away. There, resting on the counter under the spot her purse had occupied, was a set of keys to an Indian motorcycle and a single house key, a fading keychain with the view of Myrtle Beach attached to the set.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Cassandra started, taking the keys off the counter and holding them out for the biker. “I never even noticed them.”

“It’s Miles, not ‘sir’.” Miles stated as he took the keys, pocketing them as he moved to sit in the seat next to her. “And maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings.”

‘Ugh, not another one,’ she thought to herself as she straightened her back and turned back around to face where her aunt would, hopefully, be coming from. “You just sounded like my dad.”

“Ouch,” Miles claimed, acting almost wounded. “Is he military like you?”

Cassandra lifted one eyebrow, peering over at the brunette from the corner of her eye. “I’m not military.”

“You sure act it,” Miles scoffed cheekily. He moved to mimic the way Cassandra was sitting, reaching over and sliding her purse in front of himself and placing a hand over where she had kept her pocket knife. “So, if this behavior doesn’t scream military to you, what does it say?”

“Well, first of all, it says, ‘give me my purse back, you buffoon,’“ Cassandra snapped, yanking her purse, gloves and sunglasses back to where it had been. “Then, I believe it says, ‘I’m an army brat, don’t screw with me.’“

“I knew it!” Miles exclaimed, turning to face the table his friends were seated at. “Butch, you owe me ten bucks!”

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Summer always seemed to go by so fast once it was over.

“Do you really have to leave?” Miles asked softly as they watched the sunset from the hood of Cassandra’s car.

“You know I don’t have much say in the matter.” Cassandra replied. “My dad’s being stationed in California in a few weeks and I need to go with them.”

“Do you think you’ll be back?” Miles questioned in return, turning his gaze to the curly-headed girl next to him. “I mean, this can’t be the end of us, can it?”

Cassandra sat up, moving to sit on the edge of her car’s hood. “I don’t know when I’ll be back, Miles. I want to travel the world after I turn eighteen. Besides, I don’t want to hold you back from loving someone else, someone better than I could ever be for you.”

“Sandy, don’t say that,” Miles insisted, moving to sit with her. “You’re the best person I could ever be with and you know it.”

Cassandra looked to Miles with a watery smile. “I know that I make you happy and that this has been the best summer I could’ve ever asked for. I know my leaving you like this, isn’t fair. None of this is. But I know, deep in my heart, that this,” she gestured between the two of them, “this was just temporary. I know that you know it too, Miles. Somewhere inside you, you know there’s someone else you belong with.”

Miles had to force himself to look back at the sky once again. He didn’t want to think about being alone again, but he had known for quite some time that this wouldn’t last. He had known from the moment she told him she was a military brat. He knew she’d be gone sooner or later, but made himself believe otherwise in some vain hope that she’d end up staying.

“So, what?” Miles began, feeling his throat constrict around every syllable. “Is this the end?”

“Oh, Miles,” Cassandra sighed softly, taking Miles face in her hands and making him look at her. “I think this is just the beginning for you.”

#ForeverAlwaysPrompts #writing #writing prompt

[mintseesaw]

Felicity

Sequel to Fierce & Delicate (link in masterlist)

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, husband au

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: mature content, implications of depression, family conflict

a/n: this is unedited :( but I hope you still enjoy it. Tbh, I wouldn't push through writing a sequel if it weren't for your feedbacks and the notes fierce & delicate has received, so much love to you all! 💕

Also, I'm not sure if reading this would make sense if you haven't read the first one haha. Let me know what you guys think. Comments and likes are much appreciated. They actually motivate me to write more ☺️

“Let’s go back to the villa,” he whispered right next to your ear tickling the sensitive skin behind the shell of your ear. The goosebumps that were there earlier because of the cold breeze and disappeared as his body covered you with his warmth automatically reappeared from your arms again.

“One more minute. I like it when we cuddle like this while watching the sea.”

Today is your last day of holiday in Maldives. And spending it like this, unproductive and with your husband in his arms...is much better than any of the outdoor activities you two have done in the past four days. You couldn’t recall when was the last you’ve had a day this cozy with him, on a holiday or not. And you wish to have more of this when you get back home.

Since you and Jungkook met, dated and got married, no one initiated for the two of you to go on a trip. It wasn’t necessarily needed, and out of respect to your husband’s situation back then, there’s no room for you to insist although you had the means to pay for one. But now, the past four days in this paradise that brought you refreshment, peace and elation to have it together with your husband, you wondered why you have not asked him during the early months of your marriage.

First day on the island was wasted on you sleeping all day, trying to gain your energy back as the flight reasonably tired you out. You were too drained to entertain Jungkook’s excitement to wander off to the beautiful scenery so you send him off and even coaxed him to bring his camera, assuring him you would be fine alone in the room. You were sleeping the whole time and only woke up when he had returned.

The next three days were spent doing all the outdoor activities that Jungkook wanted to try out. You knew your husband always has a thing for anything adventurous.. He enjoyed every bit of it, and even more when he saw you struggling to ride the air jet ski or squirming as he urged you to touch a stingray. Not that you hate animals, you’re just never really an animal person.

As much as you don’t find most the activities fun like he did, seeing your husband having the time of his life is enough reason for you to enjoy the vacation itself. Being with him in a beautiful place like this island is enough for you. It soared your heart that you’ve witnessed him with full of delight clearly present in his eyes. His laughs and smiles were genuine and almost never left his face. Something that surprises you—the intensity of his elation during this trip. It makes you wonder, have you been treating him good enough?

The outdoor activities may or may not be his favorite. You’re almost sure they are. To you, on the other hand, the consecutive nights of consummation that lasted until the wee hours of morning are most especially branded in your mind.

Earlier this morning was no exception. The rounds of steamy activities had caused you to wake up later than usual in the morning. It was almost noon when you too decided to get up.

After taking a semi-breakfast and lunch, you persuaded him to sit with you on the shore. Fortunately for the two of you, the sun was not scorching hot enough to burn yours and Jungkook’s skins although it could if you stay longer especially because you skip applying a protection for your skin. Tipping your head back to peak up above, you noticed clouds have unusually occupied the blue sky like it was about to rain. Maybe, that’s why.

Both of you were sitting in the sand, pairs of feet resting on the wet sand where the sea water consistently dances along the shore due to the waves crashing. Your back pressed comfortably against his chest as his arms lay across your stomach. Your hands clasped in between his fingers, silently communicating on their own.

“We can do so much more than cuddling if we go back to our villa,” he suggested maliciously.

Turning your head and having a view of his grinning face. Eyes narrowing, “We’ve been doing that since we came here, aren’t you sated?” It’s true. Post dinner on your first night here was when the consummation had started. Jungkook didnt stop initiating the move to score every night and every chance he get. As for you, who miss your husband so much, control seemed to escape out of your system every time Jungkook touches you tenderly. Not even when he tried his luck on a sunny day was he ever turned down.

On the third day of your holiday in Maldives, you two went on an island hopping. The supposed activity was not followed as the tourist guide, who was also the one driving the motorboat, made a stop on a specific island—it was left unexplored by the business industry As no commercial hotels or any infrastructure had been built, yet. And you were particularly mesmerized by the natural beauty of it, undeniably more breathtaking than the one where you were staying in. Jungkook asked the guide to dropped you off there and pick you both after a few hours seeing the astonished look on your features.

Your little wander on the island was the only time you genuinely enjoyed swimming in the water as it was the only moment you had outside without the possibility of being watched.

You didn’t notice how far away you’ve swam away from Jungkook that only when he started chasing you was when it finally clicked in your mind. You weren’t supposed to swim away because you didn’t know why he was chasing you in the first place, but you still did, as a reflex. He didn’t even try, because he already caught you despite your efforts to swim farther away from him. Squirming in his arms as squeals and giggles were uncontrollably coming out of your mouth, from taking you by surprise. His hold tightening around your waist, closing the distance between your bodies, his wet torso pressed flatly on your back.

You were still trying to catch your next breath from the activity when you felt his lips on your shoulder travelling further on your neck. The water reaching up from your torso didn’t prepare you for his next move as his hand disappeared through your bikini bottom, boldly palming your private part. Your supposed warning as an attempt to stop him turned into a helpless plea.

His tender caresses to the sensitive nub was so maddening that you didn’t how you got out of the water and laid flat on the sand. The roughness of the sand against your back didn’t seem to bother you one bit. You were too consumed with the fact that he was hovering you, sucking the sensitive spot on your neck, and buried deep inside you.

Jungkook didn’t even bother taking off the material that covers your lower part. He only pushed the material aside for his entrance and gave you no time to adjust to his size, pounding relentlessly as your whimpers and moans of pleasure were drowned by the sounds of the sea. He didn’t stop. Not even when you cried out by the delicious stretch of his rough intrusion, not even when you were having a hard time catching your next breath as he particularly stroke deeper, not even when your insides tightened around him as your peak was approaching you so intensely, shuddering from bliss on his arms. It was only when he growled out his release when he finally had a respite.

Although the neighbor island was not occupied by other tourists during that steamy moment, you shouldn’t have let it happened as someone may still have witnessed it. The thought of someone actually seeing you with Jungkook while doing it actually scares you.

“I can’t control it if you’re in my arms like this wearing that sexy summer dress,” he nuzzled your hair, “Fuck, and you smelled so good. How could you even do that.” Feeling his grip tightening around your waist, not too tight to suffocate you but enough to show you who you belonged to.

“You’re just insatiable, don’t even try to point the blame on me.” Your expectation over hearing another argument coming was cut short by the sound of his chuckle vibrating through his chest, feeling it resonate against your back. The sound of waves crashing through the shore almost drowned it, if not for your close proximity.

The calming sound of waves soothed the air between you and Jungkook. And you wish right there and then that you and Jungkook would always be in this state—hearts filled with only love and pure euphoria. Because right now, you will trade for anything just so you two can stay in this paradise forever. A dream far from reality.

“Jungkook,”

“Hmm?”

The salty air that meets your skin creates a soft motion to the hem of your summer dress against your thighs.Your attention suddenly directed at the material of your dress, finding a temporary entertainment, “Can we do this again in the future?”

“Going on a holiday? Of course, if that’s what makes my wife happy…”

Tilting your head through your shoulders, you pressed softly, “And we’ll utilize our shared resources, right?”

He exhaled, then spoke close to your ear, “Whatever you want, my love…” he shifted his head so his lips can touch your temple while his fingers toy your much smaller fingers in comparison to his.

“Thank you,” you murmured tenderly, eyes closing as you pucker your lips to ask for a kiss, which he granted delightfully.

Once he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. His eyes twinkling, “Anything else that my wife wants?”

You gave him a soft smile.

“I love you.”

As soon as you utter the words, his burning stare grew intensely. You drew back, shifting your head away from his intense gaze suddenly feeling shy from confessing your feelings like it’s the first time. In contrast to his dark eyes, his mouth twitched into a grin that his set of pearly white teeth came out in full view. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, pulling you into a sweet and passionate kiss not shying away from the tourists who are scattered around the shore.

Jungkook planted a soft kiss on your forehead, alluring you to his request. “Look at your skin, it’s turning red. Let’s go back inside.” You nodded in response, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you.

You didn’t know what time it was when you opened your eyes, startled from your nap. Your eyes scanned through your surroundings as your vision becomes clearer, picking up the pieces of your last memory.

It was then that you sensed your whole body is covered with discomfort. Your head stinging from headache. Your eyes puffy and tender from all the crying you did all throughout the day. Your body felt heavy—that you felt restraint and couldn’t move like the usual. Adding up to that is this weird sensation swirling in your stomach, like something in it wants to come out.

You have guessed right because in a matter of seconds, a bile quickly rising from your throat as the pressure in your stomach intensifies. Although you haven’t yet make sense what’s happening, your body has already reacted on its own, dragging yourself up with small but determined steps towards the toilet despite feeling no energy left from you. As you feel the urge surfaces from your throat, your eyes brimmed with moisture when nothing seems to be coming out of your mouth. You stayed in that position, head hovering over the toilet bowl for a few seconds.

Only when your stomach has calmed down and the urge to vomit has subsided, was when you decided to sit flatly on the bathroom floor. A sudden wave of spell adding up to the physical ache that’s present in your head. Your throat burning from all the involuntary force that urged the contents of your stomach out of your system.

Why do you feel so physically horrible? It wasn’t because of what happened earlier, right? You contemplated, trying to come up for the cause of this little episode. If it were the food you had eaten—you actually barely ate anything today. Maybe it was because of that? Or it might be simply because you’re literally sick as you felt just exactly like it.

And then like you recalled, it wasn’t the first you had an urge to throw up. It was more than once, if you were not mistaken. As quick as you remembered the times that you did, recognition suddenly flickering in your mind. Is it what you think it is?

Taking birth controls doesn’t completely stop the probability of conceiving. But the chances of getting pregnant is very slim. How— you stopped dead on your tracks. Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

It’s possible. Because you stopped taking them five months ago.

The next day you went to work earlier, Jungkook being kept in the dark of your presumption. He didn’t approve of your sudden decision, although he didn’t say it out loud. It was evident from his expression. He was subtle, asking why you’re going to work an hour than usual. He took it as a sign of your anger at him. He didn’t want to go against your way as not to make you angrier. For you, on the other hand, it isn’t the reason. You planned to buy a pregnancy test in a pharmacy and take it at work.

You bought three and made sure no one was in the restroom when you took all the kits. It was a good thing no one was there because when all of them showed the same result, you didn’t have the strength left in you to control the sounds of emotions that spilled past your throat.

With all that’s happened in the past week, the restless nights you’ve had over your husband’s suspicious actions made you even more vulnerable now that another circumstance is right in front of you. Crying numerous times since the past few days have reflected your inner turmoil. But it isn’t the same this time. You’re happy.

The tests could be giving you a false hope, but you can sense it, feel it even more that you’ve proven your assumption. And now, the thought of having a little creature inside your womb brings you a different kind of joy. The little bud is the product of Jungkook’s love to you and yours to him.

And right there and then, you made a decision. For your baby’s sake, you will forget all this and forgive your husband, who’s only doing everything for your own good.

It was never his fault you were broken in the first place. No, he completed you. He had picked up the shards of glasses of your broken youth, dreams and passion in life and brought it together with his love. If not for him, you’re not even sure if you’ll ever be happy in your life.

If there’s someone you should blame for the emotional damages inflicted in your past, it’s your parents. Perhaps, you shouldn’t, but trying to rationalize your situation, it’s anyone but him. He made a mistake. In spite of the pain that cost him to commit a mistake and inflict it to you in return, now that you’ve come to know that you’re possibly carrying his baby, you want to do this right. Facing them again could probably help you move on.

Once and for all, to see your parents again light up a little hope that it would help you move on. That maybe, this time, they would understand the path you’ve chosen for your life. Perhaps, seeing you far from a miserable life they had predicted you to have when you chose to marry Jungkook despite their objection would change their mind about him. You made up your mind, you will meet them.

“Where have you been?”

It was already dark when you got home. Although it was not that late, you quickly picked up Jungkook’s sentiment. His tone was not accusing, but out of a helpless wonder. He must have known. You didn’t exactly tell him you left work even before noon came. But by the tone of his voice and his stance gave away his restless state, thinking of the possibilities where you might have gone of to.

You didn’t answer. Not because you have no plan to, but because you couldn’t wait to tell him about the news you’ve found out and your decision to see your parents instead of giving the reply he wants to hear. However, this time is not the right time to do it. Not when all this hasn’t been settled.

“You were not at work,” he said. “I was calling you and when you were not answering my calls, I went home because I thought you’d be here.” Lowering his head, “I was so worried that I tried to look out for you. Please don’t do that again, no matter how mad you are. Just… tell me where you are. I’ll let you be, I wont bother you. Just please, tell me where you are.”

“I’m sorry,” you sincerely mumbled under your breath. It took all of your willpower not to draw yourself closer and console him so you could take away his anguish, his worries of the uncertainty.

“I-I...t-thought... I thought you left me.” He choked, as fear crossed his face. It made you feel even weaker.

“I wouldn’t do that.” You tried to assure him. “I made a mistake.” Sadness clouded his features, almost afraid to return your calculating gaze at him.

“I know, but it didn’t change my feelings towards you. We’ve been through worse and I’m still here, because I want to be with you.” Your toned wasn’t so comforting and soft like it used to. But it was only your coping mechanism not to cry in front of him. Somehow, you didn’t want him to show your vulnerability.

He took what he could get from you. Even by means of getting a taste of your cold facade, not letting him read your mind through your eyes. At least you were still talking to him. He expected so much worse than this.

Days passed and the household remained unusually quiet. Your cold treatment towards Jungkook scares him, that any time, you would grow tired of this setting.

He wouldn’t let it happen. You’re not going to slip away from him. Although he was patiently waiting for you to come around, he couldn’t help the ache surfacing from his chest as his presence remains invisible to you. He was unable to have a normal conversation with you, he couldn’t kiss you when he wants to express his affection like how he frequently does. His heart constricted every time you avoided his eyes, and every time you take the chance to avoid his presence. Yet, he’s in relief that you don’t try to get away from him every night. At dinner. It was the only time he’s able to see to be with longer even though your at arms length.

It was also during a dinner with him that you chose to tell him about your plan. He was trying to initiate a conversation, like what he’s been doing for the past few days. But your pregnancy was consuming all your energy that you just want to sleep after work or even at post meals. You missed your husband so much. You rarely get to see him every day as you tried to put your distance from him. Most of the time, you feel so sick, especially every morning and you didnt want to give him a clue of your state as you planned to reveal it to him when you come back. Perhaps, to surprise him.

When he stopped talking, you looked up from your food, barely touched. You realized he didn’t stop, he was waiting for your reply.

“It’s fine. Thank you for the dinner. I’m not that hungry, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. I was thinking you probably don’t like it. I can prepare something else, next time. Or we can have your favorites— ramen and rice cake for tomorrow? I recall you haven't had them lately.” A smile plastered on his face. You’re not sure if it was sincere because you know he’s hurt just as much as you are.

You gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat. Nodding your head, not trusting your own voice to speak without giving him a hint of your emotions.

You cleared your throat, “Listen,” Jungkook immediately fixed his eyes on you when he heard the raspiness of your voice and for the past few days, it felt like it is the first time you actually let him have an eye contact with him.

“I filed for a leave—“

His smile was immediately replaced by panic, it was evident through his features.

“Why? Where are you going? Are you— a-are y-you leaving?”

“I’ll be gone for a few days.” You confirmed, pursing your lips.

“It’s because of what I did.” He stated more to himself than to you. A sad smile forming on his face.

A sigh went past your lips. Your eyes looking everywhere but on him. He took your silence as a confirmation.

“You’re coming back, right?” He asked, needing an assurance to let his mind at peace. You’re not leaving him, permanently.

“Yes. I’m not leaving you, Jungkook, please remember that.”

“Why are you leaving?” Your heart constricted at the sight of his shattered look. You almost pleaded him to stop asking, because his thoughts—they are not true. Leaving him is something you will never do under any circumstances.

“I need to do this.”

“If—if you hate my presence, I should be the one leaving—“

“No! It’s not because of that…”

Then why are you leaving? He repeated in his mind. But he remained silent, too broken to form a reply. And you took it as an opportunity yo continue, “I’m going to see my parents.”

This time, he stood up drawing his body close to where you sit, following his movement until you were craning your neck just so you can clearly see his face.

“You don’t have to see them...You don’t have to leave. If it means seeing them, I’ll give you the space, I’ll leave the apartment.”

“Jungkook, it’s my own decision. You are not leaving because I don’t need space.”

“Then I’ll come with you.” He attempted, despite knowing he cannot influence your decision anymore but hoping, at least, you would allow him to.

Although he does not intimidate you, there’s something about his height that take away your pretense of a strength. He certainly does not scare you. It must be his powerful aura, that despite letting you be in-charge most of the time, there’s no lying he has the upper hand to this marriage. That he could sway you through submission if he ever tries to. This time was no exception, only that you’re struggling so hard not to give in. So you stood up, despite having no match with his built to prove that you can stick to your own decision.

“I don’t want them to hurt you-“

He frowns before cutting you off, “They’re not violent, YN.”

“They did it before, you were emotionally harmed because of them. What makes you think they wont do it again? Let me see them alone,” You were not meant to burst out, and you regretted it the moment you witness under your peer when he took a small step back. You sighed, realizing that you shouldn’t let this go anywhere near a fight, “Please…”

“Why do you want to see them? Is it because of what I did?”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think. I’ll try to reconcile with them for…” you stopped mid-sentence, blinking.

The frown present on his face falling deeper into a confusion when you fail to finish your statement. Is there something else he doesn’t know? “For what?”

Your eyes snapped shut for a second, before answering, “Give me a few days to fix this. I’ll be okay, and I’m coming back home.”

“You don’t have to go.” Jungkook mumbled, in an attempt to change your mind despite reading your eyes. You’re determined and there’s nothing he could do for now to bend your decision especially when he’s trying to make it up to you.

Your close proximity with Jungkook allowed you to reach for his muscled arm. His eyes grew wide at your sudden contact with him. “It’s not your fault.”

“Do you really need to leave?” Voice wavering from the pain filling in his heart with the thought of not having your presence for days.

His body reacted on its own before it even registered in his mind, closing the distance in between the two of you. He was expecting the worse when he came to realize what he did, that you will drew back from his touch. His heart quicken its beat as you stayed in his arms, finding temporary comfort through your submission.

He lowered his head, nuzzling your hair through his nose. He missed your scent. “I’ll be here when you come back.”

You were gone even before Jungkook wakes up. It’s clear that he didn’t want to let you go. And letting him see you leave the apartment under his watch would be too hard for you and for him. So you decided to leave even before he wakes up.

Hours later after the train that you’ve boarded on left Seoul, you arrived to the city where you’ve spent most of you life with. The first thing from you mental itinerary is to meet your parents.

You already called your mother, beforehand. When you opened up about your desire to see them, she initially offered their home. However, you didnt give her an answer. Because knowing her, she’ll only persuade you to stay longer than you intend to especially since she is aware Jungkook is not going with you. Good thing though, she was coaxed to decide for the place of the meet up. She sounded so delighted over the phone, having in mind that your initiation to talk to them could possibly mean a reconciliation with them.

And of course, your mother will choose a luxurious place. Not that you were surprise though.

When you got inside the restaurant, a staff escorted you to the receptionist, where you gave her the reservation’s name which is your mother’s. The staff maneuvered you to table while formally mentioning that she is already on the table waiting only a minute before you actually got here. You didn't know where the male staff is taking you as you let him lead the way. But the moment you spot a familiar figure, her back facing your direction sitting on a table placed on the far end corner of the VIP area, you already knew where you’re going. From your direction, you could clearly make out her hair curled in perfect waves. And just by the mere sight of her figure, one could mistaken her as a lady in her early thirties.

You were right. Because when she casually turned and fixated her eyes on you, it proved your affirmation seeing how she barely aged after two years without a proper contact with her. Not only that she look youthful compared to her actual age, she could be likened to you as her sister more than a parent.

“My darling!” She exclaimed, gathering me close to her so she could plant kisses on both of your cheeks. Her face in heavy make-up, yet it it only accentuated her features, making her more astonishing in sight. As your eyes unconsciously skimmed her body, you noticed her fashion style didn’t change a single bit. She never wears anything except dresses from high-end brands. A pair of diamonds decorated on her ears, golds on her wrist and ring finger and what seems to be a million dollar worth necklace clinging to her neck. She’s, no doubt, a wife of a tycoon—regal, beautiful and expensive. Perhaps, it’s from her where you inherited your fine features.

“Mother.” You greeted her curtly as you two took your seats. A smile plastered on her face as she instructed something to the waiter while taking a glimpse of the menu. You guessed she was already ordering for the two of you.

Nothing much has changed.

When she seems to be done ordering almost half of the menu with the amount of time she consumed, she waved off her hand to the waiter signalling him to leave you two alone.

“It’s been long, my dear.” Similar to what you just did, you saw her eyes traveled up and down your visible length.

“I know.”

“How are you my dear? I haven’t seen you since you got married...” Her smile slightly fading as she intentionally left her statement incomplete. You’re sure it meant something the way she let it linger. However, it’s too soon speak out your thoughts especially if they intend to contradict hers, you want to make this work in your favor.

Clearing your throat, you straightened your back as you showed concern to your father’s absence. “Where’s dad?”

“My apologies, your father can’t make it. He’s abroad for business.You didn’t answer me, dear.”

Nodding your head since you are aware he’s never not busy so it doesn’t even surprise you.

“I’m doing fine, and I’m happy if that’s what you’re worrying about. I have an amazing husband who sees to my well being.”

“My child, I thought you’d want to ask for forgiveness for defying us. Otherwise, I don’t see the point of this meet up.”

You froze, what did you just hear? Your hand on your lap suddenly clenching into a fist out of her sight.

Shock crossed to your face. You couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from your mother. You had a tiny hope in you that they would change. And now, you don’t know anymore. Perhaps, Jungkook is right. You shouldn’t have made a move to do this in the first place.

“Mom…you’re not serious.” It took so much of your will power to keep a straight face when all your anger towards your parents is slowly resurfacing.

“I see, you’re not financially struggling. I’m sure it’s you who helped him find a decent job, anyway.”

“What are you talking about, mother? Jungkook was accepted because he deserves to get the job—”

Her eyebrows lifted, shrugging as if she didn’t buy what I said. You watched her more intently and then something clicks. They knew how you’re doing all along?

“You had us followed, haven’t you? Perhaps, investigated if you’re more desperate.” A bitter smile forming in your mouth. You’re not prepared for anything like this.

And your cruel mother didn’t even try to deny it.

“We want to know if he can take care of you. That kid even had part time jobs? His present job isn’t enough, is it?”

“That’s enough, mom. Don’t mock my husband. Stop your men from following us. If you want to know how I’m doing, I’ll gladly provide the details, myself.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lips pursed and warily observing you through her perfectly groomed eyelashes.

You were about to speak again when the waiter appeared, serving wine and then the main courses.

You took the opportunity to continue when the waiter left.

“I would’ve married your best candidate if I love him, you know.”

“Love is not everything, dear, you're living in a fantasy.”

“Would you have accepted Jungkook as my husband if he’s rich like Namjoon?” She didn’t answer, and took a sip from her glass instead, “Actually, it doesn’t matter anymore because you’d still force me to marry a stranger, right?”

“Namjoon is a good man—“

“Im not referring to his personality, mother. The fact that you want me to marry off with someone without my consent, I couldn’t grasp the thought of my own parents letting me live in an emotionless, miserable life.”

“Your father and I were a product of arranged marriage—“

“Don’t I know that? You fed me with that fact all my life.” You refrain from moving, as you watch her direct her narrowed her eyes on you.

“Careful YN, I don’t like your tone.”

“What? You want me to apologize? I wouldn’t. And certainly, I wouldn’t apologize for choosing Jungkook over my parents.”

“How dare you!“ She stood up from her seat, eyes widening in complete fury.

“You really didn’t know? Not even have a clue how the consequences of ruling my life did to me? You still believe you’re the perfect parents for raising me the way you did?”

“I’m telling you to stop, YN. Don’t make a scene here.” She gritted, warily scanning the room with fear of others possibly hearing your words. Mortifying.

“I had hoped that the past years have made you change your ways of how you see me. How treating me as a daughter would change to letting me live and respecting my decisions. But now that I’ve spoken to you, I realized I made the right decision of not allowing my husband to come with me.”

“This is how you repay us after all what we’ve done for you?! You still chose that kid?! That kid who used to work at cheap clubs and grew up in a rubbish community? For all we know he only married you for money. Getting involved with someone like him is unacceptable to this family. You’re a disgrace.” She hissed, her sharp eyes turning darker as if she wanted to hurt me from her mere eyes.

“You can call me whatever you want, mother. But you have no right!” Your voice suddenly raising from your calmed tone that your mother’s eyes grew wide in utter surprise because you’ve never raised your voice to your parents, “no right to insult my husband.”

“YN!” She exclaimed in disbelief.

“I respected you and dad so much despite everything what you did to me. If you can’t accept him as my husband then just respect him as a person. He doesn’t deserve any of your judgment and disgusting treatment. Do you know why I asked to see you? Because I want to forgive you and tell you how happy I am living with the life I wanted.”

“We wanted the best for you and you never deserve to be with someone like him.” Cautiously taking a sit. Your mother may be right, you were not taught to disrespect anyone especially your parents. Defending your husband doesn’t count as disrespecting them when all they’ve done is treat him less than how I human should be treated. Especially if Jungkook is here, he would never try to defend himself against your parents.

“The best for me? I used to see a psychiatrist, mother, all because I was mentally unstable. Is that what you want for me? To seek for medical help because my parents did the right thing? Or...tell me, is it my fault that I became emotionally horrible living with my dear parents? Is it my fault I became desperate to follow my own dreams without you trying to manipulate my life? You should’ve been the first person to feel how your own daughter feels. How treating me as a pawn more than your own child could ruin me. Jungkook is the one who saved me from you.”

For the first time in your life, you saw her slowly cowering back. Were your eyes deceiving you? They must be. Because your mother always has her chin up whatever the circumstances are. She remained silent. And you wish you can read her mind so you know if her softening features are genuine or only for a show.

“We didn’t know that you’ve been through that because you didn’t tell us.” Her hand clutching her hand bag so tightly didn’t go unnoticed to you.

“You never listen to me, how could I tell you? I always try but you listen to everyone. But me.” Is that guilt you’re seeing on her face? You must be imagining things. It would never happen. You continued to speak as she didn’t dare respond yet again.

“You didn’t deserve my forgiveness, but I’m giving you that so I can move on. For my peace, and for my baby’s sake.”

You need to leave now because this is already going near what you’ve purposely anticipated for. Quickly standing up from the chair. And before you turn your back to her, you caught a glimpse of her expression for the last time. Shock.

“What do you mean? YN? Are you pregnant?”

You didn’t answer her, you didn’t turn back to her despite hearing her frantic calls of your name as you walked straight out of the restaurant.

You called for a cab right after you exited from the establishment even though you’re not sure where you’re going. You told the driver to drive around as you let your emotions calm down. Unconsciously drying off your face from the tears that spilled from your eyes as you dialed Jungkook even before your mind has registered what you just did.

You slightly panicked and you’re ready to end the dialing when you heard his voice.

“YN? Hey...how’s the journey? Are you okay?”

You quietly swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to dissipate the raspiness of your voice. You shouldn’t have called him while you’re emotionally vulnerable. He could easily sense it

“Hi… don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“YN? Are you crying? Are you sure you’re okay? You met your parents, didn’t you?” You heard a shuffling in the background, and now you’re wonder what he’s doing before he answered the call. It’s still within work hours.

“I did.” Referring the talk you just with your mother. He quickly picked up what you mean.

“It went bad?”

Silence.

Then you sighed before speaking up, “I did the right thing,” defending you from her, you silently thought.

“Please stop crying, I wish I insisted to go there with you.”

Although you couldn’t see him, his face flashed before your eyes. The tone of his voice giving away his sulky expression.

“No, I’m fine.” It’s true, even though you’re emotional. The talk went horrible in contradiction to what you actually expected. But it felt good to finally let, at least, your mother know what you’ve been through without inhibitions. She could just shrugged it off, for all you care. It doesn’t matter anymore.

The conflict may have not been resolved and you’re nowhere near giving them the forgiveness, but it made you accept where your priorities in life lie now. And for one, it’s moving forward with Jungkook and your baby.

“When will you come home?”

“In a few days.”

“Please, hurry. I miss you so much.”

As you watched the changing view from the window, you whispered softly, “Okay. I miss you too, Jungkook. I have to go.”

After the ride, you were dropped off to the busy streets of the city where you instructed the driver to. You use your idle time to wander off the familiar places you used to go to. You also didn’t forget to visit the libraries and read some random books to help ease your mind from so much worries. It did. Spending days alone allowed you to think clearly although you’ve gone bored most of the time. Somehow, it became a form of refreshment and a little soul-searching going in the nostalgic place despite growing up here. This place had only witnessed your complicated past that tinted your soul and didn’t cause any of it.

Three days later, you went back home. Jungkook was asleep on the couch when you got inside, the TV is on like he fell asleep while watching some show. He was still wearing his dress shirt, tie nowhere around his neck. Did he eat already?

You missed him so much. It was only three days without seeing him. But being away from him made you realized how much his presence means to you even though you two had been talking while you were away.

Brushing his bangs away from his eyes, your face neared close to his, giving him a small peck on his cheek. The gentle movement made him startle a bit and making you jumped back in return for waking him up too soon.

His eyes fluttered open. His eyes growing the size of a saucer when it was you he laid eyes on, not expecting to see you although he was waiting for you with full of hope you will be here tonight. So it brought him too much raw happiness that you finally came home to him.

“I missed you,” you purred against his lips as he continued to plant small kisses on your lips, showing you how much he feels the same way.

“Jungkook,” calling him so sweetly. How he longed to hear your voice in flesh. Talking to you through the phone is nothing compared to hearing your voice here in front of him. It does nothing but made him miss you more and intensifies his desire to touch you, kiss you, and make love to you.

He hummed in reply, daze enough to make out a word.

“Can we use your vacation leave now?”

That’s how you two ended up here. That night, you have packed your things. Jungkook did the same. The next day, you arranged your flight which was set on the same day at night.

Nothing productive happened after going back in your villa aside from cozily resting on the sofa, a random television show playing in the background which you don’t even pay attention with. Your attention divided into his head resting on your lap and his animated recollection of what has happened in the past four days in this beautiful paradise. He really had a great time during this vacation. Is this his first time going on a trip out of the country? When you were still dating him, you learned that he rarely allows himself for recreational activities aside from hanging out with his friends. And it pains you to even think he never let himself had a great time for himself because he was too busy taking care of his family.

You didn’t dare ask about it because you didn’t want to spoil his happiness. Seeing him in a state of pure elation warms your heart.

Later that night, you took a shower as Jungkook prepared a private dinner outside. An hour and a half later, a light make up adorned your face, hair left untouched after it was blow-dried letting your locks fall in natural waves. Halfway through putting on a lipstick, you saw Jungkook appeared on the bathroom’s doorway through the mirror. He was wearing a striped short sleeve button down top, a pair of tailored shorts and a pair of white sneakers. His outfit made him look youthful more than a married man. So attractive and beautiful. Lucky for you, no one will see your husband in this attire or else you don’t know if you will enjoy the dinner knowing that women will feast their eyes on your husband.

His shoulder leaning on the door frame, as his eyes feed with the view. When he looked back up from scanning your body, he was met with your gaze.

“Your back is showing.” He commented as if the fact is not noticeable.

An eyebrow was lifted and he saw it through your reflection in the mirror, waiting for another statement to make his implication much clearer.

“It’s windy outside…” he trailed, sizing up the look on your face which silently tells him to go on.

“I know that.” You simply replied.

You heard him sighed as you make your final touches, dusting a highlighter on your cheeks before turning to face him.

“You don’t like my dress?”

“You look beautiful as always.” Dipping his head so he could nuzzle your hair. He was avoiding your stare.

“But my dress...” Tilting your head to the side, searching for his expressive pair of eyes.

“It looks good on you, baby, so much, men will surely ogle on the mere sight.” He admitted almost too painfully. You drew back from his arms.

“I’m not changing.” You declared with finality.

“I know Jagi, and you’ll be the death of me.”

You tiptoed with your gladiators on to give him a chaste kiss. He was quick to catch your waist, turning the kiss into a little make-out session.

It was you who pulled away. Or else you’re not going anywhere near the door of the room.

Jungkook requested for a private dinner from the hotel. You planned to give your anniversary gift to him around this time, so you asked the waiter who will be serving you two tonight to keep it so Jungkook wouldn’t have a clue about it, hence the purpose of surprising him.

Walking hand in hand, letting him tug you softly wherever he’s taking you. As you walk, you pass by the perfectly aligned cottages. You noticed there weren’t that much of tourists outside. Perhaps, the lack of live activities in the island during the night forced most of them to just stay in their villas.

Although you were slightly shivering from the cold breeze, it was not enough to slow you down from your pace. The journey took longer than expected. You thought the table you’re occupying for the dinner would be close to your villa. Jungkook muttered something which you failed to hear clearly as the sounds of crashing waves were far louder than his voice. When someone who was wearing a familiar uniform of the hotel employees approached the two of you, you guessed that the lone cottage not far from where you both stood is the one you’re going to occupy.

The male staff greeted the two of you and noticed he has a good American English accent. You politely smiled then followed him suit as he maneuvered you and Jungkook to the cottage. Even from afar and the dim light that the post lamp near it have provided, you could make out the differences of it from the ones you’ve seen earlier. It was specially decorated.

You guessed right. Because when you went closer to it, you couldn’t help yourself but admire the beautiful setup. You thought Jungkook would only take you on a simple dinner, although he mentioned it being a little private. You tug his hand in an attempt to get his attention as he was giving instructions to another staff. It was the one you asked to keep your gift so Jungkook wouldn’t have an idea about it as he has no idea you prepared a present for him.

He grins when he saw the look on your face, evidently showing how surprised you are.

“Do you like it?”

“You didn’t mention it’s a candlelit dinner.”

“That’s the whole point of a surprise.” The smile plastered on his face tells you there‘s something else you’re not aware of.

“What else did you prepare for this dinner that I don' know about?” Peering curiously at him. Jungkook didn’t have the chance to reply as the waiter coaxed you towards the table.

“Mr. Jeon, Mrs. Jeon, please do take your seats.” Jungkook nodded to the waiter and gently drag you to the flower decorated cottage. As you neared the table, your eyes caught the red petals beautifully scattered on the center of the table around the lavender scented candle.

Jungkook pulled the intricately designed metal chair for you. It was then that you noticed a single rose lying on the round, empty plate. You took it and drew it close to your nose so you can smell it properly.

“Thank you,” softly whispered. When you had taken a sit, Jungkook made a half turn to occupy the chair across mine.

The waiter then started serving the courses. Your eyes quickly traveled to his when you realized they were serving an Italian menu. It’s your favorite. Before you even had the chance to speak your thoughts, a soft, romantic melody suddenly plays. Your head going sideways trying to locate where the sound is coming from. The faint sound of the crashing waves drowning from the music that lingers sweetly in your ears. He didn’t leave your gaze. He grins seeing that you’re struggling to form a statement as your mouth was left ajar. You didn’t expect that he would do it anything special.

Still in daze of his effort to pull a special dinner, you whispered softly, “You did all of this…” It wasn’t a question, because he really did.

“Happy anniversary, Jagi.” He purred softly. Even with the dim light, you can see his eyes twinkling from adoration. “We’ve been celebrating our anniversaries for years and we’ve never done this before. I want to make this one memorable for you.”

“You didn’t have to...but—thank you. I-I...I don’t know what to say, I’m not expecting anything like this because being with you is enough for me.”

His hand reached out to yours, kissing your knuckles and the wedding band worn on your ring finger.

“Anything for you.” Your heartfelt interaction was cut short when the waiter came back with the wine, pouring to each of the wine glass. Muttering a ‘thanks’ when he finishes, leaving the two of you alone, again.

The two of you started eating. You mentally reminded yourself not to eat too much so you wouldn’t feel sick after the meal, especially now that you’re aware it’s a full course meal.

The primo was already served, and although the palletto is mouth watering, you didn’t finish half of it in discretion. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice it, because you already asked the waiter for the second course.

“How is it?”

“It’s good, and it tastes just like the ones I’ve had in italian restaurants.” You were referring to the Filletto al pepe.

“The chef must be good to be able to cook authentic Italian cuisines.”

He smile shyly. “Actually, he’s an Italian.”

“Oh. So, that’s why.”

Like the first one, you ate half of the portion of the second course. You’re on the fourth one when he noticed your wine was left untouched.

He lifted his eyebrow in question, “You don’t like the merlot? I thought that’s your favorite kind?”

“It is. I just felt like not having an alcohol tonight.”

“What do you want then? I’ll ask the waiter for something else.”

“Just...water, please.” He stared at you for a few seconds, before asking you again, unconvinced.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

During this time, you two were able to talk about a lot of things. And sometimes, he just stares at you lovingly while listening to you talk endlessly. It was several minutes after finishing the courses when he stood up and laid out his hand in front of you. He didn’t even speak but you knew what he was asking for. He wants to take you on a slow dance. The intensity of his gaze almost melts your heart as you took his hand and then he gathered you in his arms. Hands clasped over his nape, his around your waist. His hold on you allowed him to sway not only his body but yours as well to the soft melody.

Not long after, you slightly pushed him away. It’s time to give him your present. His eyebrows forming a line from your sudden withdrawal.

“I have something for you.”

“You do? You didn’t bring anything when we went out though...”

Instead of replying, you turned around to seek for the waiter, when you spotted him, your hand made a gesture to easily give off a signal for him to take out the box you’ve asked for him to keep.

When you turned back around to face Jungkook, his face was scrunched up in full confusion.

“What was that? What did you tell him?”

“The present. He kept it so you wouldn’t know.”

His eyes were wider than usual, still comprehending what you just did. In no time, the waiter came back with the box decorated with a ribbon on top.

You thanked him as he passed it to you.

You pushed the box forward towards Jungkook and whispered softly, “Happy anniversary, my love.”

His eyes going back and forth to you and box as he took it. It was the size of a shoe box and he was wondering what stuff could the box contain.

“Open it,” you encourages as he seemed to be thinking critically what you got for him than actually seeing it for himself.

He slowly untie the ribbon and pulled the cover to reveal its content. He fell even more confuse as he only saw strips of colorful papers that filled the box full. He scurried his fingers through it like he was on a hunt, determined to find the real gift. When he couldn’t seemed to find it, he slightly tipped the box, discarding the strips away. On the last few fistful strips, he saw a small, rectangular, white object. His eyebrows formed a straight line, trying to think the relevance of this tiny stick to be considered an object for a present.

It was then he took it in between his fingers and scrutinize it closely that it finally dawned him. His mouth dropped open.

He snapped his head so hard in your direction from utter shock trying to get a confirmation.

“Is it… is this true, YN? You’re pregnant?” You could see his eyes welling up.

You nodded a few times, “Yes.” You replied lowly. But he heard you, and the moment he did, he pulled you in a deep kiss. His hands were travelling everywhere he could touch you, your hair, your face your arms and then he palmed both your cheeks to kiss you again. He was over the moon. He didn’t know how to handle it, and the only way he could express it so sweetly is through his kisses.

Planting a soft peck on your forehead, finally freeing your swollen lips from his. His arms pulling you closer against his body like he was protecting you. Perhaps, from the cold.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” He dazed, dipping his head on your head to plant multiple kisses all over. “Tell me it’s true, that I’m not dreaming.”

“It is, Jungkook. We’re pregnant.”

Once again, he captured your lips. And you’re not aware how long he was kissing you, but by the time that he pulled away, you took in his dark hooded eyes and felt a hard pressure on your stomach. He is hard.

Just like the other days, you didn’t stop him from his advances even if you two were still technically outside. He was squeezing your butt cheek while dominating your mouth. His tongue long entered your mouth to have a taste. You were left panting when he lowered his mouth, aiming for your jaw, your shoulder and then your neck, the spot where he chose to suck the skin. It was maddening and you’re already losing your sanity. You didn’t have any sip of the wine but you felt just as intoxicated as what an alcoholic drink can do to you after having glasses of it. Perhaps, you really are. Only from your husband’s kisses and desirous touches.

As a matter of fact, you’re not aware how and when you ended up in your villa. Your aching desire clouding your mind that you probably lost your mind to keep track of what’s happening. If it weren’t for him dragging you towards the privacy of your rented room with your body going along wherever he leads you, you wouldn’t have been in your right mind to process your way to the villa.

The moment he pulled you inside, and closed the door behind you, it was like his patience suddenly ran out as he pressed you against the wooden surface, covered your cheeks with his palms then crashed your lips in a searing kiss. His grip let him dominate the kiss and you were not complaining about it. In fact, it turns you on even more when he takes the lead, controlling your needs, teasing you, taking you over the edge, and more.

His lips left yours and you let out a sound of whine, disappointed by the lack of attention from his lips. His name was on the tip of your tongue, about to call him when you felt his lips trailed wet kisses through your jaw down to your neck on your sweet spot.

Your hands find their way to his hair, gripping his locks between your fingers as an outlet to let your desire speak for you aside from the sweet mewls that were coming out of you.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered just as he not so gently sucks your sensitive skin that you felt a faint burning sensation. He knew what he was doing for his tongue started tracing his mark. It didn’t help ease your discomfort over the prolonging desire you want him to aid. In fact, it only intensifies your need like a sprinkle of water through a burning flame.

His lips went farther down your naked shoulder, easing off the strap not wanting a single barrier going on his way. His hand travelling from your waist towards your clothed mound. The only layer covering your breasts is the cotton dress you were wearing and he used it as an advantage, baring your other breast for his eyes and mouth to feast. Dipping his head, his tongue flicked your peak, sending a tingling sensation down where you ache the most. Your fingers tightening their hold through his hair.

“Jungkook please,” you were growing more and more irritated. You want him now.

He was quick to tend to you, kissing your lips, hands cupping your face. “What do you want, baby?” Brushing his lips against yours, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“I want you!”

His dark eyes stared at you, fighting back the urge to smirk at your needy state.

“We won’t hurt our baby, right?” connecting his forehead against yours, kissing your nose as if to help ease your panting.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice to speak. You craned your head up to press your lips to his.

And then you suddenly felt his hands found their way on the back of your thighs, pressing his palms against your clothed skin to urge you to jump on his arms. You did and wrapped your legs around his waist and knotted your arms over his nape. No one dared break the contact on your entwined lips as he expertly maneuvered his way through the bedroom. Your elevated position allowed you to dominate his lips, and it gave you the sudden confidence to push your tongue inside his mouth. It didn’t take long for he placed you on the mattress. You cried out of the sudden lost of contact to his lips. Your sexually deprived state draining your energy and left you with a thread-like strength that you failed to pull him closer.

How does he even have so much control in him? There’s no doubting that he doesn’t want you as much as you do to him because you can see it in his eyes. Dark and burning with desire. His lower lip in between his teeth as he unbuttoned his top, his eyes never leaving yours. You could almost make out an amusement playing on his features even though he wears no expression, like he’s enjoying your frustration. You impatiently watch him unbutton his tailored shorts, the constraint of his hard member creating an evident bulge on his front. And now that he’s left almost naked with his boxers on, it became too painful to look at the evidence of his desire without having any contact from him.

He must have decided to end your misery because he started climbing on the bed, crawling his way over you and parting your legs so he could rest his body on your middle. The moment he did, you reached out, cupping his face to crash your lips on his. It was then you felt his hard member, pressing so painfully against your abdomen that you could feel your core aching and leaking from the intensity of your need. Your whimpering sounds being swallowed against Jungkook’s mouth.

“Help me undress you, baby.” You did just as what he told you to. Desperate to feel him, anything to relieve the throb on your center.

“Up,” he instructed hoarsely, arching your back so he can remove your dress over your head.

“Beautiful.” His eyes scanning through your naked torso. Admiration and lust evident on his face as he feasted the view.

“Jungkook,” pulling his arm, “I want you, now.” your demand came out as a helpless plea.

“I know, baby.” he chuckled, although his face was dark with desire.

Pushing your hips up so you can rub your center against his bulge. Your body slightly trembling from the delicious contact.

His hand snuck in between your bodies, aiming for where you want him to touch the most. He pushed your panties aside, discovering how much you want him.

“Fuck,”

A loud moan emitted past your lips when his thumb flicked your clit. Another finger experimentally slid inside you. The simple ministration almost made you lose your mind. And no later than a second, the pressure stopped that you couldn’t help but to let out a cry from so much frustration.

Jungkook pinned your waist flat against the bed, the little distance between your bodies allowed him to pull your underwear down to your legs past your feet. Then his fingers hooked his boxers down until it reached his thighs to free his hard and swollen member, and glistening with arousal. He’s so huge that a sight of him alone made you clench your insides so hard out of too much need.

He rubbed his veiny length up and down before pushing your knees up a bit so he could have a better angle.

Aligning his steel hard length on your entrance, you bit your lip in anticipation. Your eyes met his when you tilted your head up. All this time, his eyes were on you. You were so focused on his hard length that you didn’t notice he was watching you all along. He chose that moment to thrust his hip roughly and you heard him curse under his breath. Your eyes clenched shut, crying out from the forceful intrusion. It should have hurt you for he’s huge and you can only take so much of him. But the evidence of your desire allowed his length to slide in easily, stretching you to the extremes, and relieving the ache of your prolonged desire that pain felt so surprisingly good through your sensitive muscles inside. Tears spilling from your eyes. He was quick to wipe them off. Kissing your lips tenderly and murmuring an apology.

“No. More please,” urging him to move.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please...Jung— Oh!“ halfway through pleading through his name, he started thrusting in and out of you that a series of delicious moans started pouring from your mouth. The pace was not too fast, but not too painfully slow.

He caught your lips, holding your chin in place. “Is this okay, baby? You’re not hurt?”

“Jungkook, more…” Ignoring his question as you seemed to be so focused on the delicious stroking of his member inside you, wanting more than what he’s offering.

Submitting to your plea, his thrusts quickened. Lifting the back of your thighs a little bit so he could go deeper. The same position allowed him to touch a sensitive spot several times. In and out. Until you could feel the impending snap of the knot tied by a thousand strands of your pleasure.

“Oh, Jungkook!” His name falling out deliriously on your mouth repeatedly like it was the only thing that mattered. The sounds you were emitting seemed to intensify his pleasure of being inside you that it urge him to go even faster, deeper. And the longer he does, the louder you get, screaming only his name and nothing else.

You can feel it, you’re close.

A growl rumbles out of his chest when you squeezes him so tight that he could taste his own orgasm. When he particularly stroke a sensitive spot where a thousand nerves are located which can trigger your orgasm, once, twice… and with the third stroke that you finally felt the twisting of your stomach, waves of pleasure hitting every core of your being. Your mind losing its own consciousness, vision blurring as the world has gone mute for a few seconds. Screaming his name one last time as you arched your back, wrapping your arms over his back tightly, needing his embrace as you ride out your high. He continued hammering his hard length inside you, prolonging your orgasm and chasing his own. Your eyes moistened from the overstimulation, almost painful, yet pleasurable enough to let him jar you over and over until you were writhing beneath him, coaxing his release to hit him sooner. It worked.

You heard him growled your name as you felt him stiffen beneath you, an indication of his approaching peak. The moment it did, he attacked your lips, muffling his own sounds of pleasure. He doesn’t like you hearing his moans because he thinks they are unmanly. But you love them. It gives you an assurance that you can please him like he does to you.

He rested his body on top of yours for a bit, his head nuzzled on your neck, panting from doing all the activity by himself. His hands firmly planted on the bed on both your sides so as not to put all his weight on you. His chest pressed flat on yours, allowing you to feel his heart beating so fast against his rib cage. You let him in this position, wiping the beads of sweats that covered his temple and forehead. You kiss the side of his head, your fingers stroking his hair in a comforting manner. He likes it when you take charge on the aftermath.

Your fingers lightly scratch his scalp, soothingly. Your other hand on his back, feather lightly rubbing his skin that is covered with a little moist of sweat. You tilted your head a little, purring closer to his earlobe.

“I love you.”

He lifted his head, meeting his half opened eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up in reply. He suddenly close the distance, capturing your lips. “I know baby, I love you, too.” He gently murmured against your tender lips. Then he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling over to his back, taking you with him. You ended up on on his side. His arms immediately covered your naked back from the cold. The new position gave you literally no space in between your bodies. His warmth comforting your body. You’re not sure if he’s still awake as your nose is buried on his neck that it didn’t let you see if he is. But you’re too tired and comfortable to move an inch.

“Babe…” you faintly whispered as your fingers traced the skin of his arm, if he’s asleep he probably wouldn’t hear you. He didn’t say anything.

Until he move. His arms tightening around you.

“Jagi, give me a minute or two,”

“What?”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes. “I thought you wanted more.”

You hit his chest playfully, but he caught it even before you do, taking it closer to his mouth to kiss the palm of it.

Not even a few minutes later, he flipped you both so he’s hovering you again. Jungkook pressed his hips against yours and you felt it. He’s turn on, again.

Squeals come out of your mouth as he attacked your neck, biting and sucking the skin playfully as if he’s some kind of a blood sucker creature. You thought you’re not ready to take him again after the intense one you just had. It was like you were not sated enough when he unsolicitedly slid inside you. You’ll always love the feel of him, filling you completely. He made you lose your mind, and didn’t stop after you exploded for the second time of the night.

You let him had you again, this time it was excruciatingly and painfully slow. You could make out a faint light illuminating from the blinds through your heavy eyelids when he finally stopped. His body falling with a thud on the other side of the bed, exhaustingly. That’s the last thing you remembered before sleep consumes over you.

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[pickalilywrites]

hello. I don't know if you're doing requests rn, but could you do a arumika mermaid fic??? I jus saw an amazing art of it by askmermanlevi tumblr, and now i can't stop wishing to read about it.

thank you @askmermanlevi for creating such a wonderful mermaid au w/ so many snk characters. i hope it’s alright that i wrote a mermaid au inspired by your au esp since i reused your cute design for mermaid mikasa xoxo 

To the End of the Ocean

Arumika. Mermaid AU. 

1693 words. 

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There are those that are daring enough to explore the vast expanse of the ocean, but Armin is not one of them. The depths of the ocean have always intrigued him, and yet he has always wondered what lies past the barrier of coral that he has come to know so well. It is not that he is frightened of what lies ahead - stinging jellyfish, ravenous sharks, and vicious stingrays. He knows those obstacles will be there, that they exist in the ocean. It is his fear of the unknown that prevents him from leaving his small space in the sea. How can he abandon everything he’s ever known - the little shallow pool near the shore that he rests every night with his grandfather, the colorful reef he visits with his childhood friend Eren, and the beautiful caverns filled with gentle crustaceans that he sometimes takes shelter in when the sea is restless - for something he’s not even sure is there? He fears that whatever lies ahead will only underwhelm him or perhaps be too much for him to handle, and he will always yearn to be back home as soon as he leaves. Still, he continues to look through the vast blue waters, wondering what he would encounter if he ever dared to venture further than he had ever gone before.

Instead, he tries to satisfy himself with the tales that travelers weave as they pass by every year, sometimes showing off souvenirs that they had acquired on their travels. There’s another mermaid in particular whose stories captivate Armin the most. Although she’s the same age as him, she’s traveled more of the ocean than he ever will. Perhaps others in Armin’s position would be jealous, but Armin had never thought to be envious. He’s too busy marveling at her as he listens to the stories she tells.

Mikasa, the mermaid mentioned, sits at the center of a crowd of other curious merpeople. Although she’s been doing this for years, it’s still strange for Armin to see her like this. When they had just been merchildren learning how to swim, he never thought she would swim across the ocean. Perhaps he should have followed her.

The audience members listen intently as she describes the wondrous sights she had witnessed as she traveled the sea. Her family - all of them travelers - had just returned after journeying to a curious ocean filled with sweet water. It makes all the creatures there sweet-tempered and kind, she says, and the seagrass taste of sugar. She had been lucky enough to bring some for those who wished to try it as well.

As she passes it around, others ooh and aah at the peculiar seagrass, its pink tips and ruffled edges making it so different from the seagrass that they’re typically used to seeing. Armin, however, takes little notice of it aside from a quick glance. He’s more interested in Mikasa, how her vibrantly colored tail - glittering with scales of orange and black and white - swishes back and forth and how her gray eyes light up as she recalls her time in the strange sea. He wishes to see that same sea with his own eyes someday, but he does not believe he’ll ever have the courage to travel as Mikasa does. He’s content to just listen to her stories, living through her tales that she spins as her usually calm demeanor barely contains her excitement.

The ending of her storytelling is always Armin’s least favorite. He always wishes that such storytellings can stretch until early the next morning, but he realizes that would be silly. Still, he always wishes that Mikasa would continue with her stories, sharing the details that were perhaps lost in between. Others, however, seem satisfied with tonight’s stories, and the crowd is already dispersing. They’re off to their comfortable homes, but Armin trails behind, wondering when the next time for Mikasa’s travels will be. He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice that someone has swum in front of him, dangling a piece of seagrass in his face.

“Mikasa!” Armin says, surprised. He’s thankful that he didn’t bump into her. He backs up a bit, swallowing nervously. “I … I liked your story tonight. It was very beautiful. I wish I could have seen it myself.”

“Thank you. I was worried that you didn’t like it,” she tells him. Mikasa smiles graciously and offers him the seagrass once more. It’s even softer and more colorful up close, the gentle blades of green and pink swaying with the movement of the ocean. “Here. I noticed you didn’t take some earlier, so I saved a bit for you.”

“But I don’t have anything to give you in return,” Armin mumbles. It’s traditional for travelers like Mikasa and her family to bring souvenirs, and listeners trade those souvenirs for food and other goods as a sign of gratitude for the gifts and entertainment. Armin usually only brings a shell from offshore to trade with, but he seems to have forgotten to bring one tonight.

Mikasa shakes her head. “It’s fine. I already received a lot of things already,” she laughs. She watches as he takes the seagrass from her and nibbles tentatively at a blade. When his eyes grow wide at the peculiar taste of them, a smile spreads across her face and she lets out a satisfied laugh. “Ah, I’m so glad you like it! Isn’t the taste peculiar?”

“It is,” Armin agrees as he chews a little more. As he chews, he can taste a hint of the sugar-sweet sea that Mikasa had once described. He wonders if the waters there are also blue, or perhaps they are tinged with a tint of pink just like this seagrass is. Are the animals there sweet as well? Do they swim together, schools of pastel-colored fish mingling together, or do they swim in separate groups, patches of colors gliding through? Does coral grow there, and does it spiral up into violent spikes or does it bloom upward into soft branches? Can you still see the moon glisten on the surface of the ocean, or does it look different from how it does here? He wishes to ask her all of these questions and more, but he can’t bring himself to be so rude. After all, she must be tired after returning home from such a long travel.

The two of them swim slowly through the water in silence for a moment before Mikasa speaks again. “I’m grateful that you always come to my storytellings, although I feel that I can never do the sights I see much justice,” she confesses, looking down at her webbed hands. “I love that you’re so interested in my stories. It calms me to see your face in the audience whenever I return.”

Her words surprise him.  “But you describe your journeys so well! You don’t over embellish things, but the way you talk with your words and the expressions on your face … it makes me feel as if I were there with you.” Armin stops flipping his fins, allowing the sea to push him forward. “And it … it makes me wish that I had been there with you.”

Mikasa studies his face for a moment, drifting alongside him as the waves of the ocean pulled them forward. Finally, she says, “Why don’t you come with me next time?”

“What?” Armin asks, startled. He thinks that she’s joking for a moment - there are times where she makes peculiar jokes - but her expression is earnest. Quickly, he collects himself and mumbles, “I couldn’t possibly … I’m not suited for that kind of life.”

“Is that so?” Mikasa asks, eyebrows raised. She twirls around him, the swirl of water cool against his skin. “There isn’t anyone else in the world more suited to it than you. I have yet to see anyone so captivated by the idea of exploring the ocean, and there is that hunger to discover every single inch of the sea that even I don’t have.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Armin mumbles, but Mikasa ignores him.

“And I’ve always thought,” Mikasa continues, watching him carefully, “that traveling the ocean with you would be a lot more fun.”

It’s not that he was afraid of the unknown, Armin realizes now, but that he lacked confidence in himself. It didn’t matter what he found out there - whether it met his expectations or not. He could always return back home. He just needed a little push to finally swim past that coral barrier, and here was Mikasa reaching out her hand for him. All he had to do was take it.

“Maybe next time,” Armin replies, and it seems his answer is sufficient enough.

Mikasa reaches out to wrap her webbed fingers around his hand and gives him a quick squeeze. “It’s going to be wonderful,” she promises him. She squeezes his hand once more, a smile on her face, before swimming away to return to her family.

Armin doesn’t leave for home, not immediately. He remains drifting in the middle of the sea, watching as Mikasa grows smaller and smaller until she vanishes completely. All the while, he thinks about the adventures at sea they’ll have in the near future: encountering dangerous beasts, discovering new fauna and flora, and excavating ruins of shipwrecks and discarded human artifacts. These are things that excited him and frightened him before, but now the thought of such things exhilarates him. He can’t believe he had confined himself to this corner of the ocean for so long. Ah, but he can make up for that soon. With Mikasa, he can see himself traveling to places he had always dreamed about and going to places so magnificent he could never conjure with his imagination alone. What a glorious and curious feeling she has awakened in him, he thinks, but wonderful nonetheless. He hungers for adventure without worry now, and he knows this craving will only be satisfied once he’s traveled to the end of the ocean. And, as Mikasa has said just a few moments before, he knows it’s going to be wonderful.

#mermaid au #arumika #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #snk #requests #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #i hope it's alright! #if it's not just tell me and i'll delete this!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ego Shark AU: foods!

since they are all half-human, they can consume human food; but of course, they are still half bigfish and need to feed like one. However, they're eating habits are all unique. 

Anti: (goblin shark) not sure if his jaws can get unhinged and shoot out to snatch prey, but he preys on whatever can fit in his mouth, and he's a very messy eater. He'll ask if he has something in his teeth, and there always is. 

Jack: (dogfish) dogfish are very small so they can't eat large prey, so they dine on foods like smaller shellfish and squid, and a few fish. Jack however is a little picky, and he's too nice. He'd rather wait until he has a chance to go onto land in order to eat. 

Schneep: (nurse shark) not exactly a bottom-feeder, but nurse sharks stick close to the ground to find food. Henrik's jaws are capable of smashing open the shells of crabs and such, but a nurse shark's diet also consists of fish and shrimp. But there is a problem: Henrik has an allergy to shellfish, so he has to stick to fish. 

Marvin: (tiger shark) tiger sharks' diets probably have the biggest variety. They're known as the garbage disposal of the sea. They'll eat trash that collects on the sea floor (even license plates). A tiger's jaws are capable of sawing and cutting through turtle shells. Needless to say, Marvin is not picky and will eat anything that looks appetizing. However, since humans are also known to be on the menu, Marvin needs to be careful whenever he's too hungry, or else his instincts will take over. 

Chase: (whale shark) Chase loves tea, and filtering through the water for food like whales do, passing through clouds of krill and small fish to feed, filtering the food from the water. He often giggles afterward because he can still feel them swimming around, which the reader finds really strange but doesn't judge.

Robbie: (sand tiger) our little shy boy has no interest in eating humans, and his diet is mostly of crustaceans, some seals, seabirds, turtles, sea snakes, dolphins, and even smaller sharks. It would make sense for Rob to be somewhat of a cannibal. But he only targets animals that are either sick or dying, unless his instincts kick in and he has no choice. 

Jackieboy: (hammerhead) with his "superhero" abilities, he is able to detect prey, but he must be close to the sea floor. Hammerheads use sensory organs on their snouts called 'ampulae of lorenzini' to detect the vitals of prey, such as heartbeat. Diet is mostly of stingrays, cepholopods, crustaceans, and fish (including smaller sharks). But Jackie hates it when he gets inked in the face. Hammerheads are not an immediate threat to humans, but do not provoke.

JJ: (black tip reef) JJ is a gentleman, and he prefers to eat like one as well. Black tips feed on small schooling fish (herring, sardines, mullet), catfish, groupers, even porcupine fish. He does not wish to make a mess while feeding, and he takes his time doing so; if he doesn't eat the whole thing, he will give scraps to smaller animals who will eat it. 

Shawn: (zebra shark) ironically, he does not feed on anything that inks XD zebra sharks eat a lot of shellfish, including mollusks and snails since their small jaws can crack through the shell. Zebras are quite flexible and can squeeze into tight spaces in search of food, but after eating, sometimes Shawn needs a little help getting out without having to regurgitate food. 

Angus: (megalodon) ho boy, does this need explaining? Megs would eat whales, other sharks, giant sea turtles called 'dugongs', and of course, seals. With a huge stomach to fill, Angus is always eating. Always, always be careful. You may be nothing more than a tiny snack to a megalodon, but that does not mean you're safe. One minute Angus can be friendly with the reader, and the next they could be eyeing them like food. 

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Oh wowowowow I LOVE all of these!!!! 💖💖💖💖

These headcanons can make for some good angst and comedy in future stories haha

#submission #shark au #headcanons

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finally got around to designing jared in the future!stingray au. he’s clinging onto his moral compass (usually by telling the warden not to commit war crimes), but he’s kinda losing it because trying to fight a massive uphill battle (especially w the superjail/ultraprison staff involved) does that to a guy. i haven’t really decided how he lost his eye, but the warden now blames all of jared’s mistakes on his lack of depth perception (even things that have nothing to do with his vision).

#blood// #eye injury// #ask to tag. #superjail #superjail! #future stingray au #drawing tag

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour Juin 20. Kyrie Kristmanson & Jeanne Added + Léonie Pernet + Klaus Johan Grobe + Winter Family + Petit fantôme (dj) + Marc Melià (fest. 36H Saint-Eustache) – église Saint-Eustache (gratuit) 20. Charles De Goal + Zanias + Buzz Kull – La Station 20. Jean-Luc Guionnet & Will Guthrie + Nour – Café de Paris 21. Maud Geffray + Cherry B. Diamond + RKSS + Dustina (Fête de la musique) – La Gaîté lyrique (gratuit) 21. Plomb + Warum Joe + Les 3 Gnomes (Fête de la musique) – Holy Holster (gratuit) 21. Murman Tsuladze + Sathönay + Thiago Nassif – Espace B (gratuit) 21. Cristopher Cichocki + Hector Castells-Matutano + Emmanuel van der Elst + Stéphane Bissières + CT JEROME aka Jérôme Poret – Plateforme (gratuit) 21. Neil Hannon & Tosh Flood (Fête de la musique) – Musée des Arts et Métiers (gratuit) ||COMPLET|| 21. ToutEstBeau + Viegas + Petra Flurr & 89 St + Bleid – La Station 21. Anne Clark : perf. pour "Ocean 21" de Maggie Boggaart – Auditorium Saint-Germain 21. Cleric + Hector Oaks + Randomer + Parfait + Trym – tba 22. The Intelligence + Flatworms – La Maroquinerie 22. LA Witch – Black Star 22. Illnurse b2b absl + Raymundo Rodriguez + K-lamande – Glazart 22. Poison Point + Nostromo + Salem Unsigned + Panzer – Petit Bain 22. Perc + Kas:st + Hemka + Wata Igarashi – Concrete 22. Full Quantic Pass + EYE + Franz France + Mechanical Heaven + Club Z1Z1 + Los Hernanos Martinez + Samantha Mox + Colt + LAZ (Lostsoundbytes & Air LQD) +  La Punta Bianca (Merguez électroniques) – Murs à pêches (Montreuil) 23. Radiante pourpre – La Générale Nord-Est (gratuit) 23. Spoliature + Aymeric de Tapol + Guili Guili Goulag + Wizaeroid + Poulet Bicyclette (Merguez électroniques) – Murs à pêches (Montreuil) 23. La Pince + Leon + Howdoyoudance + Polar Polar Polar Polar – Cirque électrique 23. Bracco + Eddy de Pretto + Bagarre (dj) – La Station 25. Jaap Blonk – Souffle continu (gratuit) 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 26. Cannibale – Safari Boat 26. Caterina Barbieri + SKY H1 – La Gaîté lyrique 26. Pigalle – La Maroquinerie 26. Daniel Menche + Point invisible + Tzii – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 27. Plomb + Perm36 + Pour X raisons – Cirque électrique 27. JKS + Mayeul + Myler + Khoegma – NF-34 27. La Chatte + Maryisonacid + Dawd – Rex club 28. ARLT + Loup Uberto & Lucas Ravinal + Hervé Bouchard (fest. Tremble parlure) – Pan Piper 28. Cienfuegos + Sacred Lodge + Axel Larsen + UVB76 – Espace B 28. To Live & Shave in LA + Carrageenan + TTTT – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 28. Gesloten Cirkel + Identified Patient + Roza Terenzi + Tryphème + Villette 45 + Foreign Sequence – La Station 28. Frankie Bones & Adam X + Lenny Dee + Herrmann – Concrete 28. End of Mortal Life + IV Horsemen + December + Myako + Opäk – NF-34 28/29. Rammstein – La Défense Arena (Nanterre) ||COMPLET|| 29. Sara Fuegos + Techno Thriller – Espace B 29. Les Daltons + Jad Wio – Le Chinois (Montreuil) 30. Le Réveil des tropiques + Monolithe noir + Fantôme+ Colin Johnco (dj) – La Station Juillet 02. Interpol – Olympia 04. Cat Power + H-Burns (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 04. Bernardino Femminielli + Jean Redondo + Thi-Léa – Café de Paris 05. Klimperei, Sacha Czerwone, David Fenech, Denis Frajerman & Christophe Micusnule – Chair de poule (gratuit) 05. Pantha du Prince + Scratch Massive (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 05. Laurent Garnier (fest. Days off) – Belvédère|Philharmonie 05. I Hate Models (dj) + Derrick May + Jardin + Mount Kimbie (dj) + Oktober Lieber + Rodhad + Mor Elian + Olivia... (The Peacock Society fest.) – Parc floral 05. The B-52's – Olympia 05. Ancient Methods + Die Selektion + Ideal Trouble – La Machine 05. Marc Acardipane + Ida Engelhardt + Radium + Wixapol + Parfait – Concrete 05/06. The Psychotics Monks + La Jungle + Yachtclub + Zombie Zombie + Frustration + Fleuves noirs + Bruit noir + Le Singe blanc + Le Sacre du tympan + Enablers + Os Noctambulos + The Scanners + Dick Voodoo + Le Réveil des tropiques + Quizequinze + Make-Overs + Canari + Tonn3rr3 + Enob + Casse Gueule + EggS + Keruda Panter + Fumo Nero + Famille Grendy + Deux Boules vanille + Lèche-moi (fest. La Ferme électrique) 06. Jonsi & Alex Somers jouent "Riceboy Sleeps" (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 06. Helena Hauff b2b DJ Stingray + Jon Hopkins + Motor City Drum Ensemble + Len Faki + Robert Hood + Octavian + The Black Madonna + Clara! + Nicola Cruz... (The Peacock Society fest.) – Parc floral 06. Inhalt der Nacht + Marai + Munsinger + Felicie – La Station 07. Jonsi, Alex Somers & Paul Corley : "Liminal Soundbath" (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 07. Ministry + 3teeth – La Machine 07/08. Thom Yorke (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 08. Gossip – Salle Pleyel 08. Melvins – La Plage|Glazart ||ANNULÉ|| 09. Noir Boy Georges + Periods + Les morts vont bien + Corps (fest. Restons sérieux) – Supersonic (gratuit) 10. Francky Goes to Pointe-à-Pitre + Pratos + ToutEstBeau + Dune Basement (fest. Restons sérieux) – Supersonic (gratuit) 11. Pogo Car Crash Control + Mss Frnce + Baasta ! (fest. Restons sérieux) – Supersonic (gratuit) 11. Full of Hell + The Body + Pilori – Gibus 11. Masada + Sylvie Courvoisier & Mark Feldman + Mary Halvorson quartet + Craig Taborn + Trigger + Erik Friedlander & Mike Nicolas + John Medeski trio + Nova quartet + Gyan Riley & Julian Lage + Brian Marsella trio + Ikue Mori + Kris Davis + Peter Evans + Asmodeus : John Zorn's Marathon Bagatelles – Salle Pleyel 11. Flamingods + Warmduscher + Triptides (Garage MU fest.) – La Station 11. Setaoc Mass + VTSS + Opal – NF-34 12. Carambolage + La Secte du futur + Entracte Twist + Order 89 (fest. Restons sérieux) – Supersonic (gratuit) 12. Tomaga + Утро + Tôle froide + Society of Silence + Sharif Lafrey + Elzo (dj) (Garage MU fest.) – La Station 11>13. Kraftwerk (fest. Days off) – Philharmonie 13. Miel de montagne + Raymond Amour + La Pince Monseigneur + Amazone (fest. Restons sérieux) – Supersonic (gratuit) 13. The Will Gregory Moog Ensemble (fest. Days off) – Le Studio|Philharmonie 13. Chloé & Vassilena Serafimova : "Sequenza" + Apparat (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 13. La Récré (Garage MU fest.) – canal de l'Ourcq 13. Metz + Bo Ningen + Ashinoa + Die Ufer + Panstarrs (Garage MU fest.) – La Station 13. Karenn + Casual Gabberz + D.Carbonne + Rendered + The Mover + Tim Tama + Attention Deficit Disorder + Freddy K + James Ruskin + Ascion + Bleaching Agent + Darzack + Hemka + Kotzaak & dj Skinhead + Lars Huismann + Damoclès + Demian + Dersee + Felicie + Herr Mike + Koboyo & Jarod + Scry & Theophiluss – Studio du Lendit (Saint-Denis) 17. Grand Blanc – Safari Boat 18. Neurosis + Yob – Bataclan 19. Illnurse + 74185# + Stefano Moretti – tba 26. CJ Bolland b2b D. Carbone + Endlec + Onhalt der Nacht b2b Echoes of October + SNTS + 138 + Animal Holocaust + CRDN + Falhaber + H880 + Injected + Keepsakes + Monsieur Nobody + Morneck + MSKD + Oposition + Paramod + Protokseed + Shirin + Van Der Wiese + VCL + Vortek's + Yannou (Thunder fest.) – La plage de Glazart 27. Anetha + Sentimental Rave + Fjaak + Parfait + Spfdj – tba Août 01. Thou + Yautja – Gibus 08>11. Deena Abdelwahed + Officine + December + En attendant Ana + A Strange Wedding + Avventur + Cuften + Poupard + Legion 808 + Hystérie + Summer Satana + Flore + Graal + KX9000 + Myako + The Homeopathics + Meuns... (Fest. Qui embrouille qui) – La Station 18. The Driver – But Mortemart|Bois de Boulogne 23. The Cure + Eels + Jeanne Added + Johnny Marr + Süeür... (fest. Rock en scène) – parc de Saint-Cloud 25. Aphex Twin + Foals + Deerhunter + Le Villejuif Underground... (fest. Rock en scène) – parc de Saint-Cloud 26/27. Patti Smith – Olympia ||COMPLET|| 28. Arnaud Rebotini – Safari Boat Septembre 05. Oh Sees + Frankie & The  Witch Fingers (20 ans du disquaire Born Bad) – Bataclan 06. Frustration + Arndales + Ero Guro + Bracco + Succhiamo + Maria Violenza (20 ans du disquaire Born Bad) – La Station 06. The Horrorist + Kobosil + VTSS + Airod + Félicie – La Machine 07. Le Prince Harry + Exek + Entracte (20 ans du disquaire Born Bad) – Point FMR 07/08. Vitamin X + N0V3L + 11Paranoias + The Rebel + 7Occvlta + Roy & The Devil's Motorcycle + Harry Merry + Holliday INN + Années Zéro + Chevignon + La Secte du futur + Hippie Diktat+ ZOH/astre + Pow! + Pile + Pious Faults ... (fest. Frissons acidulés) – Théâtre de verre Co-Arter 11. Crack Cloud – Petit Bain 12. Blawan – NF-34 14. Clan of Xymox + Plomb – Gibus 14. Danny Elfman & le Grand Orchestre d'Ile-de-France : cinéconcert sur "Alice au Pays des merveilles" de Tim Burton – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 18. The Wedding Present – Petit Bain 18. Lust For Youth – La Boule noire 20. Spiral Stairs + Canshaker Pi – Olympic café 23. The Foreign Resort + Seventeen at this Time + Trancept – Supersonic (gratuit) 23>25. John Cale – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 24. Drab Majesty + SRSQ – Petit Bain 25. Dälek + L'Envoûtante – Petit Bain 26. Burial Hex + Les Chasseurs de la nuit + Common Eider, King Eider + Visions – Les Voûtes 27. Noseholes – Espace B Octobre 01. Emma Ruth Rendel – Petit Bain 01. Sleaford Mods – La Cigale 04/05. Blush Response b2b Thomas P. Heckmann + Dave Clark + Rebekah + Regis + Tommy Four Seven b2b Ancient Methods + ABSL + AZF + Dax J + DVS 1 + Marcle Dettmann + Poison Point + Anetha b2b Randomer + Ben Klock + Andrejko + Amato & Adriani + Bassam + Boston 189 + Charles Green + Dersee + DJ Bone b2b Ben Sims + Fabrizio Rat + Felicie + Louisahhh b2b Maelstrom + Newa + SHDW & Obscure Shape + Thomas P. Heckmann + Tripeo b2b Hemka (Pulse fest.) – Le Grand Dôme (Villebon/Yvette) 05. Nuit de l'orgue avec des œuvres d'Éliane Radigue, Arvo Pärt, Olivier Messiaen, Phillip Glass, Nico Muhly, Jonathan Fitoussi... (Nuit blanche) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie (gratuit) 06. Daughters – La Maroquinerie 08. Sleep – Bataclan 09/10. Ty Segall & Freedom Band – La Cigale 11. New Order – Grand Rex ||COMPLET|| 14. King Gizzard & Tle Lizard Wizard – Olympia 14. Shannon Wright – Trianon 17. Puppetmastaz – Trabendo 18. Dream Syndicate – Petit Bain 19. Sisters of Mercy – Bataclan 19. Pixies – Olympia 23. Four Tet – Le 104 25. A Certain Ratio – Petit Bain 26. The Monochrome Set – Petit Bain 29. Agent Side Grinder – La Boule noire Novembre 08. Bedroom Community – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 08. Boy Harscher – Trabendo 10. Amiina : cinéconcert sur "Fantomas" de Louis Feuillade – Le Studio|Philharmonie 10. Ôlafur Atnald + Hugar – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Fontaine D.C. – Bataclan 14. Girl Band – La Maroquinerie 15. Chemical Brothers – Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt ) 17. Nitzer Ebb – La Machine 19. Earth – Petit Bain 24. The Young Gods + Les Tétines noires – La Machine 26. Wardruna – Olympia Décembre 06. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Koyaanisqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Powaqqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 08. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Naqoyqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 12. Mono + Jo Quail – Petit Bain 2020 Janvier 04. Rokia Traoré + Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel Février 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon Mars 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 20. Ensemble Dedalus joue "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie en gras : les derniers ajouts / in bold: the last news

#agenda concerts #concerts #concerts à Paris #gigs in paris #paris gigs

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#Chevrolet #ChevroletCorvette #MoteurV8 #Musclecar #VoituresSportives

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Under the sea, part 2

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: The Little Mermaid AU, Disney version (not entirely faithful)

summary: Tony goes to stalk his love, Janet and Rhodey follow, and Rhodey is so not impressed. And then a storm starts...

length: 3 508 words

warning: more of a Tony and Rhodey bro!otp fic, Stony romance hinted

inspiration: this prompt and The Little Mermaid, including some of ideas from here

a/n: gonna start December strong! Another portion of mermaid AU, tickling at the veeery end, so not gonna lie, this is more of adapting the story and giving it my own twist. And I really hope you will like the twist! Preferably read part 1, before reading this for better understanding. As always, feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are welcomed and loved!

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Under the Sea, part 2 (part 1, part 3)

Rhodey broke the water surface with a splash and looked around frantically. The dark, intimidating shape of a human ship was right in front of him, but what was really terrifying was that high up, he saw a gleaming red tail, perched on the ledge, way too close to the two legs on the deck. There were music and ruckus above and a high chance that Tony won't be spotted. High, but not guaranteed, and they couldn't take any risk.

"Tony!!" Rhodey hissed, putting both hands around his mouth to let his voice travel better, yet still keeping it quiet to not alert the ship's crew. "Get down here this instant!"

There was no answer, but Tony shook his head, denying his friend's order, and clutched closer the rope Rhodey had just noticed. It was probably what he used to climb up, and next, Rhodey swam to the ship and tried to follow his friend, but the side of the ship was slippery and smooth. Not climbable at all.

"Get down here!!" he hissed again and saw Tony's mocking grin shining from above. Of course, his stubborn friend won't listen.

There was a small plop sound as Janet finally joined the two mermen and peeked out from the water, gently floating on the surface.

"Can you get him down?!" he asked the stingray and Janet looked curiously at the request.

"Down? We should join him! I want to see Tony's crush!" Jan shrilled enthusiastically.

Rhodey groaned, almost defeated. Almost. He had an idea. He lay on his side and positioned his tail sideways, taking a swing.

"Last warning!" Rhodey looked up at Tony and saw the brunet widening his eyes in panic. Yet, he stuck his nose up and ignored the threat, thinking that his friend didn't have the guts. If he wanted to play like that.

Drawing his eyebrows together in anger, Rhodey flung his tail and hit the side of the vessel. If a regular merman did that, there would be no harm done, well, maybe except to the merman. Rhodey was a descendant of an old tribe, the one that was told to possess the strength of the humpback whales. He wasn't as fast as Tony, but his tail was able to crush boulders, something Tony saw before and which was one of the many reasons why at such young age he was already a part of royal family's guards.

The ship shook at the impact and music stopped, changing into a confused scream. Tony gripped the rope tighter in his hands, almost falling from the small ledge he was sitting on.

"Woah, that was a big wave!" someone from the deck called, nervous laughter following and the air filled with sounds of harmonicas and flutes once more.

Tony bit his lip, and looked down. Rhodey's face was set in anger, and he took another swing… He couldn't risk his friend turning the ship over or damaging it.

"Finally," Rhodey tsked and submerged into the water when the rope fell down. He took it and felt someone sucking to his back. "Ow, Jan!"

"Sorry!" the stingray said, using her flaps to wrap around merman's shoulder for better hold. With a sigh, Rhodey started climbing up, until he was on the same level with Tony.

"Glad you could join," Tony smiled casually as if they had this planned from the very beginning, and Rhodey had to hold it in himself to not push his friend back into the water.

"Oooh, here he comes!" Janet announced cheerfully, flopping on Rhodey's back and batting him, making the merman hiss in discomfort. Tony shushed them and they all observed through the port how men parted on the deck and the merry gathering became silent. Heavy shoes walked on deck and Rhodey looked up, seeing a man in a dark blue and white uniform. He was… big. Big and muscled, and had long blonde hair kept in a low ponytail and had bright blue eyes and a three-day stubble on his face. The man Janet described. Rhodey could guess that in human's world, such physique was considered attractive.

"Good job, men!" the captain bellowed, his voice strong and clear. "Tomorrow morning we will make it to the port, for now, rejoice!"

"Ay, Captain Thor!"

"That guy?!" Rhodey knocked Tony in the arm when the crew started the party again and the Captain took a pint of beer, gulping it down to the mirth of his crew. "This is the guy you like?!"

"What?" Tony hissed, eyes widening comically. "No, it is not him!"

It was Rhodey's turn to stare. Nothing made sense anymore. "But Janet said---"

"Oh! There is the one I like!" Tony said cheerfully and cupped Rhodey's chin pointing his eyes somewhere far. Rhodey had to focus a bit but finally saw him. In the far corner of the ship, on all fours, was a small figure. He wasn't part of the fun and kept scrubbing the deck with force. Dirty, stretched out clothes hang on the boney frame in a miserable and sad way. Thin blonde hair. Stubborn blue eyes.

"THAT GUY?!" Rhodey yelled, not believing his eyes and quickly being quitted by Tony pressing a hand to his mouth.

"Hey, cabin boy! You forgot to scrub here!"

"Ay, sir!" the small blonde got on his feet and run to the appointed spot, carrying a bucket with soapy water. He tripped and spilled the content out, to the general laughter of the crew.

"Quiet, men!" Captain Thor bellowed, silencing everyone. "On your feet, boy!"

"Ay, Captain!" the blond got up and used the spilled water to scrub the deck, muting everything around him.

"Wish you all had the half of the vigor this young man has!" Captain scolded his crew, who didn't look sorry at all for teasing the blond. Soon, it became merry again and no one paid attention to the cabin boy. Except for Rhodey who was becoming increasingly angry.

"That guy?!" he called again, pushing Tony's hand away. Out of the two, he preferred the Captain. Not that any of them was a good choice.

Tony sighed sweetly and put his arms on the deck, folding them and nestling his chin on top. "Isn't he perfect?" he asked, not really wanting an answer and looking at the blond with adoration.

Perfect was an overstatement. Rhodey looked again at the guy and felt something heavy smothering him. How he should put that… Nature was cruel but fair. Smaller and weaker fish had no chance in the ocean and often became bigger fish lunch. If that guy was a fish, he wouldn't survive a day in the ocean.

"You told me he is in love with the Captain," Rhodey ignored Tony, and turned directly to Janet.

"Huh?" Janet obviously didn't listen and Rhodey noticed that she also had love-struck eyes pointed directly at the… Captain.

That explained the mistake.

Rhodey dramatically raised his arms up. And old tales claimed that flounders were ditzy.

A cold gust of wind, made him lower his arm. It started to become shivering cold and black clouds gathered above their heads. Not a good sign.

"Okay, enough of this gazing," Rhodey slapped lightly Tony and then Janet, knocking the love-filled looks out of them. "Time to go back."

"What? Why?" Tony asked, not understanding. As for the future king, Tony was painfully slow to recognize signs. Hopefully, he would learn with time.

"We need to get home while we still can."

"But---"

"No buts!" Rhodey barked and didn't go subtle anymore, and pushed Tony off the ledge.

"HEY!!"

SPLASH!!

"BLEH!! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!"

"What was that?"

"Did you hear something?!"

"It sounded like someone is overboard!"

Rhodey gasped and flattened himself against the side of the ship. Luckily, Tony already dived into the water and observed about ten faces looking down the rail, trying to spot anyone in the darkness. And Rhodey was just inches below…

"Must have misheard…"

"Maybe it was the wind."

The faces withdrew and Rhodey could breathe again.

"Nice going," Janet hissed into his ear in reprimand and Rhodey made a face. He slowly slid down the rope, and when lowered himself into the water, Tony emerged back up and looked as smug as ever.

"Don't say a word," Rhodey warned.

"Mhhhhm," Tony hummed, but the pleased look on his face said plenty. Together they dived into the dark water, just as the surface became more chaotic and big waves came.

As they were swimming deeper, Tony kept looking behind his shoulder. The wind was getting stronger and the ship was being carried away, up and down, big waves crashing against the sides of the vessel. A lighting cut the sky, and huge droplets of rain kept drumming against ocean surface. It looked beautiful from below, but above had to be a nightmare.

"Do you think they will be okay?" Tony stopped, looking with worry at the struggling ship.

"It is not our concern, Tony," Rhodey answered calmly. It was men's decision to go out on the sea and their responsibility to come back safe. Not theirs.

"I know, but---"

A particularly strong wave rocked the ship. Lighting shone and illuminated the scene, as someone from the crew fell all the way down and into the water.

"RHODEY!" Tony yelled, watching the figure sinking and sinking, deeper and deeper.

"Don't even think about it--- I SAID DON'T!" Rhodey roared, as the red tail sprung up, and directly to the man.

"Oooh!" Janet shrilled in excitement and clung back to Rhodey. This time she won't be left out. Rhodey went after his friend and saw Tony taking in his arms the blond guy he was so mesmerized with earlier. Tony held him around the waist, but instead of going up, he swam down.

"What are you doing?!" Rhodey asked, meeting his friend halfway, not understanding. Tony kept his arms possessively around the blond and even held him closer as if shielding from Rhodey.

"What? He is in the sea, he is mine now," Tony stated, sounding and looking like a pouting child and cradling the small figure close.

Oh, that could be so easy. Just a few minutes and all of Rhodey's problems would be solved. Easy and clean. And extremely cruel. He saw small air bubbles coming out from unconscious man's mouth.

Decisions, decisions…

"He can't breathe here!!" Rhodey yelled out, reason winning.

"Wh-what?" Tony asked, seeming terrified, color draining out of his face. Much like the person he was holding.

"He can't breathe here! Humans need air! He needs to get to the surf---"

Rhodey didn't manage to finish, as Tony sprung back up. And then farther, undoubtedly to the shore. Rhodey could only follow with Jan still on his back.

***

They shouldn't be here. Really shouldn't. It was too dangerous. Rhodey popped out his head above the water surface and scanned the shore. He saw Tony on the sand, the tip of his tail dipped in water as he was looming above an unconscious human figure. Silently, Rhodey swam closer. Tony sniffled, hearing his friend behind his back.

"He--- he is not moving. Why he is not moving?" Tony asked in a breaking voice, his hand placed delicately on blond's cold cheek.

Rhodey came closer. He looked at the man, at his small face and pale lips. He looked like if he was gone, but his chest was moving steadily, up and down. He was breathing. Shallow and barely, but was breathing. Maybe Rhodey underestimated him earlier.

"He is alive."

"He is?!"

"Yes. He is breathing."

"Oh, thank Neptune…" Tony whispered, putting his forehead on blond's. He kept quietly crying, this time with relief.

Rhodey looked worriedly at Janet, and the stingray sent him the same kind of look. Seemed that Tony really cared about this guy. But Prince's safety always came first.

"We should go," Rhodey urged and Tony shook his head.

"I can't."

"Tony, his kind is probably looking for him, we can't risk it---"

"I can't go!!"

There was a real need in Tony's voice. Not the play orders he used to give from time to time, or a wish of a spoiled prince. And if Tony couldn't go, Rhodey shouldn't either.

"Please…"

That was new.

"Please… Please, Rhodey do something… Please…"

Rhodey closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, accepting his fate. "Janet, go to the palace and make sure that no one enters Tony's bedroom until I bring him back," he turned to the stingray and Janet quickly understood the gravity of the situation and dived back into the water, helping their friend the best she could. Rhodey turned back to Tony and the man. "We need to get him warm," he said, remembering everything he was taught about humans, "and you need to stay wet!" Rhodey reminded Tony, splashing up his tail.

"Okay," Tony agreed quickly. Anything to stay here. Rhodey looked sadly at that, knowing that their lives became just much more complicated.

***

Warm. He was covered with something heavy and dry, comforting his body. A crackle of fire and smell of wood burning filled his nostrils. It was warm and safe, but he was too tired to open his eyes.

"How come I didn't know about this?"

"You are the prince, you don't need to know about this."

Some voices. He didn't recognize any of them.

"Yeah, that's more reasons why I should know about this --- AAAAAAA!!"

"Don't touch it, you idiot!!"

Before he passed out again, he registered the smell of a frying fish.

***

There was an orange glow under his eyelids. Sun was rising up. Soon, he would need to get up to help the cook with the breakfast, and then polish the shoes and ---

Just that he wasn't on deck. He started to remember the last night. The storm. The way he had hit his head and fell down into the sea. Did he die?

"Hey, he is waking up!"

"No, don't---"

Something cold and heavy lay on top of him. He slowly opened his eyes, almost getting startled by warm brown eyes framed in thick eyelashes and looking back at him.

"Hi," the person said, and he had a nice, husked out voice. Cold hands embraced his face and caressed his cheeks. "You don't know it yet, but one day, you will become the king of the sea," it was a weird statement, but what happened next, was even weirder. A kiss. Cold and salty and not that great. But with time their lips warmed up and the taste became sweeter, and he closed his eyes, giving up to the affection.

"STEVE!!"

The person was gone. He heard two splashes and when he opened his eyes he was alone on the shore.

"STEVE!! You are alive!!"

Steve looked at himself, not understanding anything. He was alone, yet there was a fireplace nearby and he was wrapped in a cloth, a part of a torn sail. What exactly happened?

"I was worried we lost you! The Captain will be so relieved!"

"Sam…" Steve said, being lifted up to his feet by his beaming friend.

"I told everyone you are tougher than this! If this won't get you promoted, I don't know what will!"

"Sam!" Steve said, suddenly feeling more awake. Salty lips. Brown eyes. "Did you see anyone here?!"

"What? No, there was only you---"

"But there was someone here! I---"

"Woah, did you drink salt water? You had to, you went down like a rock---"

"You don't understand, there was---"

"Maybe you also bumped your head, does it hurt when I do that---"

"OW! That's not the po---"

"Shhh, let's go to the tavern and get something warm in you. But first, you need to change clothes. Bucky will be so happy to see you! He went north to look for you, he was losing his mind---"

"Sam, wait."

"What?" Sam stopped, and on wobbly legs, Steve walked away, closer to the water. He looked around himself for the last time and then took a deep breath.

"To whoever saved me! Tomorrow at sunrise I will be waiting for you here! And thank you!" Steve bellowed the best his lungs allowed him.

"You definitely drank salt water," Sam shook his head in pity and together they walked away, Sam supporting his friend, while Steve wobbled away, still feeling weak.

Not far away, hiding behind some rocks, Tony smiled brightly. Rhodey didn't say anything, but the grim look on his face was self-explanatory.

***

"You are not going."

"Hmmmm-mmmhhh-mmhh…"

"You. Are. Not. Going."

"Mhhhmm… Nana-naaa..."

"TONY!"

Rhodey decided to stop being subtle and abruptly put both hands on his friend's cheeks and drew his empty head closer. Tony blinked the initial surprise away, and smiled dreamily, his mind occupied with different thoughts.

"Look at my lips. YOU. ARE. NOT. GOING," Rhodey accented hard every word, hoping that something would finally get to the future king's head. Tony indeed looked at his friend's lips, saw them moving, and then smiled sweetly, gently moving away. Maybe he understood. Or maybe not, seeing that the next second he was the one who framed Rhodey's face in a gentle hold and tenderly kissed his friend's forehead, before leisurely swimming away, a hummed out song following.

"It is hopeless," Rhodey lamented, hiding face in both hands. Tony was in a different world. Tomorrow morning he would be in a different world. Much drier and much more dangerous. And it was Rhodey's duty to stop him. Not only as Tony's guard but as his friend. Mostly as his friend. "Knock it off!" Rhodey swatted Tony away when the love-struck merman slid some colorful sea flower behind his ear. Tony giggled at the action and swam away again, but kept close enough, drifting on his back. "You are hopeless," Rhodey corrected himself and seethed the words through his teeth. Yet, he kept the flower.

Tony didn't answer. He couldn't care more about his friend being all uptight. Only a few more tides. Few more tides and he could see him again. He wanted to see him again so much.

Rhodey was really, really getting desperate. The risk was too high. He needed to stop him.

"Tony," Rhodey tried again, making his voice loud and clear, "if you go, I will tell the king," he said. It was his last resort. Threatening to tell Tony's father was a low blow, but he had no choice. It was for Tony's good.

"No, you won't," Tony giggled, doing a lazy circle around his friend and smiling irritatingly sweet.

"I will," Rhodey repeated, well knowing that he was lying, but at least it got him some answer. Finally.

"No, you won't, sea bunny," Tony said with all confidence, well knowing that his friend wasn't a tattletale. He kept swimming in lazy circles, and it was just driving Rhodey mad how calm he was, while he was losing his mind.

"TONY! This is serious, you are not goin---" Rhodey stopped, seeing someone getting closer, right behind Tony. "There is a crinoid behind you," he ended his sentence on a totally different note. Not any more panic, but a lot of evil intentions.

"Phhh, no there is not," Tony argued, rolling his eyes. He won't fall for that again.

"Hello, Prince Anthony," a smooth, female voice said.

"EEEP!!" Tony immediately paused in his swimming and curled his tail to himself. He turned around, just inches away from a feather starfish, gently floating and moving its feathery arms. "Natasha!" he shrilled, his eyes getting wide and skin already crawling. For reasons. "Wha--NO!" he continued to shrill when Rhodey stood behind him and took both of his arms and pinned behind his back.

"Hi Nat," he smiled at the unique starfish, "I need to get one stuuupid idea out of Tony's head, can you help me?"

"Wait, NO! Rhodey! You can't!"

"Always," Natasha agreed. It wouldn't be the first time, she was helping and it was always fun. For them. For Tony not so much.

Or maybe it was, and as soon as Natasha's soft arms brushed against Tony's bare tummy, the merman shrieked in helpless laughter and continued to laugh for long minutes. He was laughing, so he was having fun, right?

Rhodey kept smiling, knowing that it won't probably get the idea out of Tony's head, but maybe would buy him enough time to think of a new plan. And watching the future king wriggle and crumble during a tickle attack was always entertaining.

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<-- part 1 ----- part 3 -->

sketches by amazing @steve-sketchbooks, added with permission

#stony #tony stark #steve rogers #tony stark is ticklish #tony and rhodey #janet van dyne #natasha romanoff #au #fanfic #fanfiction #under the sea fic

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Le Journal Comment Détecter La Présence D'amiante

Table of Contents

4 Faits Simple Pour Les Bonnes Questions Pour Un Test D'amiante Qui Expliquent Tout

Regardez Ce Rapport Sur L'avis Des Experts Sur Les Tests D'amiante À La Maison

Ce Qui Est Fascinant Pour ÉTude Sur Les Test De Sol, Test Amiante Et Vermiculite

La Grosse Rumeur Sur Test D'amiante, Test Vermiculite Et Amiantose

L'exposition directe à l'amiante dans votre maison peut se produire de différentes manières: faites-le vous-même en remodelant, en forant à travers des cloisons sèches ou en remplaçant un vieux tuyau. Les scénarios suivants décrivent comment les propriétaires peuvent s'exposer à l'amiante dans leur maison. L'isolation des greniers dans les maisons plus anciennes peut contenir de l'amiante qui pourrait endommager les fissures du plafond. Lors de la refonte du grenier de sa maison des années 1960, John a découvert des piles d'isolant brun ressemblant à des galets.

Il a ramassé l'isolant lâche dans des sacs poubelles et a installé le nouveau matériau. John n'avait aucune idée que son grenier était isolé avec de la vermiculite contenant de l'amiante. En perturbant le produit, il répand des fibres d'amiante dans l'air. John a dû laisser l'isolant seul et le faire vérifier pour l'amiante avant de le déranger.

Ralph adore s'occuper de sa Corvette Stingray de 1965. Quand ses freins ont commencé à grincer, Ralph a voulu les remplacer dans son propre garage. Après avoir enlevé les pneus arrière, il a vu que les tambours de frein étaient couverts de poussière. Il a frappé les côtés avec un marteau et a soufflé la poussière avec un compresseur d'air.

Ralph aurait dû emmener sa voiture au magasin pour un entretien ou nettoyer les tambours de frein doucement avec un chiffon humide. Le forage dans des cloisons sèches contenant de l'amiante libère des fibres dans l'air. Erica a récemment remporté un tableau lors d'une vente aux enchères silencieuse et avait hâte de l'amener à la maison et de l'accrocher dans son salon.

La peinture n'était pas de niveau, elle a donc dû percer quelques trous supplémentaires avant qu'elle ne s'accroche parfaitement. Elle n'avait aucune idée que sa maison avait été construite avec des cloisons sèches contenant de l'amiante. Lorsqu'elle a percé le mur pour accrocher sa peinture, les fibres d'amiante des cloisons sèches se sont enfoncées dans son espace de vie. Erica doit avoir compris l'amiante dans ses murs et l'a laissé tranquille.

Les Faits Inconnues sur ÉTude Sur Les Test De Sol, Test Amiante Et Vermiculite

Herman a simplement acquis un réparateur-supérieur des années 1950 dans sa ville natale, et son premier travail consistait à moderniser les toilettes principales. Il a choisi de commencer par enlever le carrelage de vinyle. Il s'est débarrassé des tuiles existantes avec un grattoir et a installé la nouvelle tuile. L'amiante était un ingrédient actif typique des carreaux de sol en vinyle dans les années 1950.

Herman aurait dû installer la toute nouvelle tuile dessus. Le grattage du plafond de pop-corn contenant de l'amiante peut être nocif sans des masques et une ventilation appropriés. Janine était fatiguée de la texture du pop-corn sur les plafonds de sa maison, alors elle a choisi de la gratter et de la repeindre avec une finition lisse. Après avoir mis une protection oculaire et un masque anti-poussière, elle a obtenu son échelle et s'est mise au travail.

De nombreuses finitions de plafond texturées, composées de plafonds en pop-corn, ont caché l'amiante. Le grattage de la finition pop-corn a lancé des fibres d'amiante microscopiques qui ont facilement traversé le masque anti-poussière de Janine. Elle doit avoir embauché un professionnel formé à l'élimination en toute sécurité des menaces liées à l'amiante. L'isolation en amiante autour des tuyaux n'est pas inhabituelle, et couper l'isolant peut entraîner la distribution de fibres d'amiante.

Ne souhaitant perdre aucune performance thermique, il a coupé l'ancien isolant avec un couteau utilitaire et l'a changé avec une toute nouvelle isolation en fibre de verre. Brent doit savoir que de nombreux systèmes de tuyaux plus anciens sont recouverts d'isolant en amiante. L'isolation peut avoir présentement présenté un risque d'exposition directe avant qu'il ne commence le travail, mais couper le matériau endommagé a lancé beaucoup plus de fibres dans l'air (Test d'amiante).

Si vous trouvez quelque chose dans votre maison que vous pensez être de l'amiante, ne le touchez pas. Même si le matériau reste en bon état, la meilleure option est de le laisser seul. Si le produit semble endommagé ou si des activités futures pourraient le perturber, contactez un professionnel de l'amiante formé et certifié. Limitation de l'accès à la zone jusqu'à ce qu'un professionnel puisse vérifier l'existence d'amiante.

Ce Qui Est Excitant Pour Les Bonnes Questions Pour Un Test D'amiante

Il est extrêmement difficile de reconnaître l'amiante simplement en y jetant un œil, vous devez donc envoyer des échantillons à un laboratoire pour des tests - Test d'amiante. Les propriétaires peuvent collecter des échantillons et les faire tester, mais il est beaucoup plus sûr pour vous et votre famille d'employer un professionnel de l'amiante formé pour cette tâche. Recherchez «examen amiante» en ligne pour trouver un spécialiste certifié dans votre région.

Le Département du commerce fournit une liste des laboratoires d'amiante reconnus en ligne. Si vous possédez une maison plus ancienne, prenez toutes les précautions nécessaires pour éviter les matières nocives pouvant inclure de l'amiante. Même si une réparation semble petite, vous devez travailler avec un expert en cas de présence d'amiante. Une mauvaise manipulation de l'amiante géré en toute sécurité peut créer un risque d'exposition là où il n'y en avait pas auparavant.

Prenez toutes les mesures de sécurité pour ne pas endommager les matériaux qui pourraient contenir de l'amiante. Parlez à votre inspecteur en bâtiment ou à votre représentant immobilier de tout danger connu lié à l'amiante dans votre maison. N'employez que des spécialistes qualifiés pour les examens, le dépistage, les réparations ou l'élimination de l'amiante. Si vous avez l'intention de procéder à une démolition, contactez l'agence de réglementation appropriée de votre gouvernement fédéral régional ou national.

Ne balayez pas, n'aspirez pas ou de particules de poussière qui pourraient inclure de l'amiante. Ne collectez pas d'échantillons d'amiante pour le dépistage sans une formation appropriée. N'effectuez aucune transaction avec ou à proximité de produits en amiante à moins d'être formé et certifié. N'éliminez pas l'amiante à moins que la réparation ou la dissimulation ne soit difficile et qu'il existe un risque élevé d'exposition directe. Ne jetez pas les produits en amiante avec les déchets ménagers typiques.

Bien qu'aucun test ne puisse découvrir des fibres d'amiante dans vos poumons, votre médecin peut acheter des scanners d'imagerie qui révèlent des signes de maladie liée à l'amiante. Les conditions liées à l'amiante sont difficiles à détecter, et tous les principaux médecins de soins n'ont pas les outils et l'expérience nécessaires pour les diagnostiquer. Si vous comprenez précisément que vous avez été exposé à l'amiante et qu'un test retourne défavorable, c'est une excellente idée de demander la consultation d'un professionnel pulmonaire qualifié tel qu'un pneumologue du travail.

Comment Où Se Cache L'amiante Peut Vous Sauver Du Temps, Du Stress Et De L'Argent.

De nombreuses maladies liées à l'amiante sont diagnostiquées au moins 15 ans après l'exposition. L'isolant contenant de l'amiante sur la face inférieure d'un évier métallique pour éviter la condensation peut devenir fragile avec le temps. Réalité rapide: L'amiante est la principale cause du cancer du mésothéliome. National Cancer Institute Les frais de dépistage de l'amiante varient en fonction de la variété des échantillons contrôlés et des approches utilisées.

Certains laboratoires utilisent la microscopie électronique en transmission (MET), qui est plus coûteuse. Les ensembles de test Do It Yourself vous obligent à envoyer des échantillons à un laboratoire certifié, ce qui peut facturer des frais supplémentaires généralement d'environ 40 $ pour l'analyse. Test d'amiante. Néanmoins, si vous collectez des échantillons, vous pouvez créer des dangers d'exposition directe. Il est préférable de travailler avec un professionnel certifié.

Un ensemble de criblage d'amiante à faire soi-même pourrait s'avérer dangereux entre les mains d'une personne non formée à la manipulation correcte de l'amiante. Toute activité, y compris l'amiante, doit suivre les directives de l'Agence américaine de protection de l'environnement ainsi que toutes les lois de l'État sur l'amiante. Certaines violations de l'amiante entraînent des mises en garde écrites. D'autres engager des poursuites pénales, des peines d'emprisonnement ou des sanctions civiles peuvent aller jusqu'à 25 000 dollars pour chaque infraction, selon la gravité de l'infraction.

Notre Point Sur Comment Détecter La Présence D'amiante

Présent dans plus de 3 000 produits de construction des années 90, l'amiante peut être dissimulé à la vue de tous. L'inhalation de fibres d'amiante peut causer de graves problèmes de santé, des maladies pulmonaires et le cancer. Si vous prévoyez de rénover ou de démolir une maison construite avant 1990, en tant que propriétaire d'une maison, vous devez parler à votre spécialiste de la préparation du dépistage de l'amiante et du retrait approprié.

L'amiante est un produit fibreux naturel qui a été utilisé dans plus de 3000 matériaux de structure des années 1950 aux années 1990. Lorsque des produits contenant de l'amiante sont perturbés, intentionnellement ou par inadvertance, l'amiante peut être projeté dans l'air; et l'exposition directe à l'amiante dangereux en suspension dans l'air peut causer de graves problèmes de santé à quiconque travaille ou survit sur votre propriété résidentielle ou commerciale.