#(and they're not sleeping on ken I'm very happy to hear)

[dkettchen]

I've determined that my relationship to groups of straight men is I'm like a cute little monkey that can do tricks for them (ex. at a party at uni one time one of the guys brought like a 5kg(?) dumbbell from his room and had me try n lift it with my tiny E-based spaghetti arms, and when I labourously managed to they all cheered), or like- when I wanna say smth, they'll shush their other lads like "yo, shut up, the monkey's gonna talk! I wanna hear what it has to say!", like they don't sexualise me (cause issa monkey) but they're still endeared to me (cause is tiny and cute)

like you know those capuchin monkeys that people put in little outfits, that's what lads see when they look at me

it's giving freak show (affectionate) a little bit, but I think straight men not being interested in me while still being nice to me is possibly the best nonbinary deal I coulda gotten out of this

[blueberryomega]

I just want you to stay with me, please...

Match: Kenny Omega and Matt Jackson

Summary: Kenny Omega wants someone near him after having a traumatic nightmare of a gore reality.

Warning: Blood, fading, death, language (not suitable for kids)

PS: Sorry for my bi-gay cuddle scene at the almost end, I just wanted to add a little more detail to the story.

If you don't like the content of the story, just DON'T READ IT.

KENNY POV

I was very tired, you could tell I had a busy day. The gym. Recovery of my remains. Absolutely everything. At the same time I felt good, because I have support and I am the happy face that fits the group.

Straight to the point. I went to my room, Matt and Nick were there (it was ordinary), eating and talking about their relatives, as was Brandon. I just wanted to go to bed, sleep and not hear from anyone all fucking day.

I opened my eyes again, but this time everything was in black and white, with some red details. I had a floating bed and a stomach ache. Then I started to put my head towards the east side of the bed to vomit, but the strangest thing was that I was vomiting blood, which was a surprise. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a bruise on my cheek, which was also a surprise.

I couldn't wake up or know what was happening, until... a little human appeared in my bed. She was a girl, a sweet girl who didn't break a plate, she was more or less like an eight year old kid.

"Hello." I told the girl, not noticing that she suddenly turned into a cannibalistic monster. Extremely rare.

"Okay, I made you mad. But we just met, little girl."

Back then, the monster turned crazy, instead of resorting to cannibalism as he thought, he took out a blade and tried to cut my throat. But it wasn't that easy. He had a plan B.

"Open your mouth." He ordered me.

"You're not going to do anything to me, are you?" I asked him nervously, but he seemed to be annoyed.

"What a stupid question you just asked. I'm going to be the one to cut out your tongue."

So, several of his henchmen put up with me. My face was full of horror, but none of that stopped that animal from sticking its blade in the middle of my tongue, making it bleed. I screamed loudly in pain. The monster, while laughing, fell off the precipice, being devoured by purple lava. Then I saw his squeleton convulse in a horrific way.

I opened my eyes suddenly, seeing that everything returned to normal, that it was just a nightmare that is not going to come true. In the same way, I was traumatized by that movement.

MATT POV

Nick, Brandon and I started ordering food from outside. We haven't heard from Kenny since he went to his room. So I went to find out what was going on. I entered the room, and found him. Crying, trembling with horror and with his chin on his pillow.

"Hey..." I started to make conversation. "Are you alright Ken?"

He didn't say anything to me, but he kept crying. It was obvious that something was going on in his mind and he didn't want to tell me.

"Everything is fine, Ken. I'm here, I always will be no matter what. Do you understand?"

He nodded, took a deep breath before whispering:

"Promise me that even if they're going to cut out my tongue, or even if they want to traumatize me with a lot of things, you'll always be by my fucking side."

"You won't have any problem with that, I'll always be there for whatever you need. My brother and I will be. But if you don't want to tell me anything about what really happened, then I'll forget the question."

He sighed. "I just want you to stay with me, please..."

"Okay, okay. I'll stay, chicken nugget. Just because you ask me to."

Ken wiped his face, hugging me with that affection that he always has, as I cuddled him for a while. There will never be anyone as friendly, funny, loyal and talented as he was.

"Hey, Nick, Brandon and I ordered pizza. Do you want to come down?"

"It would be fine by me, but I don't want the two of them to notice that I've been crying over a shitty nightmare."

We went to Nick's room, and none of them noticed anything unusual about Kenny, the only thing they noticed was his unexplained tiredness.

[lyaenidae]

Wedding night (part 1)

The ceremony has come to a close, the party has moved to the dancing room. Everyone is just overjoyed, waiting for the newly weds to join. Sakura congratulates her dad on the great job he did as officiant, asking him if he was going off of his memories of his wedding with their mum.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Kenta and Miki aren't planning on coming inside just yet. They have taken a detour on their way from the ceremony hall, enjoying their time outside alone. Their eyes aren't leaving each other and they're constantly touching, as if they need each other's presence to reassure themselves that this is real.

"You look more beautiful that anything I've ever seen in my life." Kenta says, a bit choked, emotions still running high. "You're not so bad too, I like that blue on you... But I can't wait for you to see me in my evening dress !" she answers. "You have two dresses ?!" "Yes, Saira made the second one, but she didn't tell me she was making me a dress before I purchased this one... So we just decided I'd wear both !" "Does that mean you're going to get changed now ? Can I come along ?" said Kenta, his smile mischievous.

"You could, but it would ruin the surprise I've got for tonight..." Miki answers, pretending to entertain the idea. Seeing an opening, Kenta leaned in to give her another deep kiss. But when they pull apart, he whispers : "Actually, I was hoping we could have our first dance outside, right here, in the meadow next to the place we met, all these years ago. I want to be able to savour this moment completely, if that's okay with you ?"

"Sweep me off my feet, husband." Warmed up by each other's body heat, they didn't see time pass, dancing away in the quiet night, both humming the melody they had chosen as their first song.

As they finish the choreography, they get spotted by some of their guests who call them in. To give time to Miki to change, Kenta goes in to join the party right away, his last look at his new wife telling her all that she needs to know.

Once inside, he can't help but feel so full of love, surrounded by all the people that he cherishes. It's a great dance party already and in the few minutes that it takes for Miki to change, Kenta welcomes Taku, who's finally made it to the venue, and together they light up the dancefloor. Until Kenta notices that Saira is back from helping Miki get changed. Which means that his wife should be back too. He turns around as the song changes to his favourite song.

The new dress is just as beautiful as the first one and everyone whoops and whistles when they see it. "Well, how do you like that one ?" smiles Miki when she reaches Kenta.

He grabs her to pull her closer and whispers so that only she can hear: "I love it, and I can't wait to see how high this opening on your thigh goes, as well as what's underneath it." She laughs wholeheartedly, both of their body heat increasing again.

Slowly but surely, the night draws out, until everyone but the couple has gone to bed. Alone in this room, they find each other again, never having been far from each other yet still quite happy to be in each other's arms once again.

"This ring fits your hand so perfectly." Kenta says, lost in thought. "Mmmh..." "You sound tired" says Kenta, "let's call it a night." "We can go to the bedroom if you want, but I'm not ready to sleep just yet Ken" she states, a spark in her eyes and her energy seemingly replenishing slightly.

"Let's go then, my beautiful wife." "Come on !" she takes his hand in hers and starts almost running to make it to their bed as fast as possible. But once in the comfort of their own space, in the bridal room they rented for the night, she slows down, taking her dress off very slowly.

[the-firebird69]

Oh yeah we're getting ready I've got a few ships out there everybody's greased up you can see him shining in the sun or partial sun well really it's kind of like overshadowedness had to get a sunburn if they weren't all their asses and stuff are Vaseline down they're wearing the boots though in the vastly is not to touch the ground the surface I have gloves and it says it's warm but it's cold so it's really a way to do it it's like oil and it works pretty good you fall in you stay warm enough to live and they have life preserves let's get this going I've got a bunch of ships out there

Ken baker

And yes Jeff is on my side and we're going to take this puppy down

You did the job before he can do it and Tommy Allen you might want to get out there and help him out just in case so have just target practice going on he says I realize that and he's moving

Mac

This is happening now there's a bunch of ships going out there any rebels you can hear me they need assistance out there they're going out there to help us and all the way up to DC and get off your fat asses and do something I don't know what you can do stop the ships from pushing it in they're going to push it up there it's going to sit there and watch it come at you this is at least something you can do something about hey we figured out something they're trying to steal it oh yeah good job and that was my son and DC and rebels he was yelling at he's not yelling he's getting us in line it's probably stand I'm staying on the horn there's a whole bunch out there we don't want to lose him in a perfect storm so we're going to come to your aid you thank you for the idea of getting a new saddle bag he's kind of tired he needs to put in some weight on the lower side it gets it he wants to see those things on there he helped design them he's thinking if he had a problem he could throw the saddlebags on take the money across the street and put it in the bank and we've heard enough of that stupid story is in the where's proby proby's in the Navy I'll help bring him in so I don't know I'm out here and I got ships good you know what about willywobble we got a bunch of that just so leave it alone we know how to do it and we got Storm chasers too and Jason I'll still have to see and it's only a 50 well there's two of them oh that's great we can split into two groups Max on the North and idiots on the south we're not idiots we're just dumb we're going to do that now Max says unless you don't have to probably do it's moving now and I can see it and that was Mac and that was Ken Baker Tommy Allen then Ken Baker was first and here we go the cold is starting to work I'm starting to attack him we got all those rebels down in Miami let's get out there and help those guys most of them from DC and don't know what they're doing they might not stop him at all we heard it even though it's not writing on the thing thanks guys he can go back to sleep I'm up on the radio all right so what we got we got you're the one who's going down or.... So they're telling some jokes and they're getting it going and they're cold is happening it's about 65° in punta Gorda and it's going to get a colder about 10 more degrees that should do it too and see there's a line there and God reached a little bit because it's not cold enough it is coming down and the colder it is the moisture is just settling and it's working so I'm very happy with it and he will be too although the clouds look pretty thick over here it's just a a grouping this passing

Any pants the little got a little mad cuz the wind was picking up in the clouds are here and that was a nightmare for him he's never been to anything like that and this guy Tommy favino was cooked literally by someone else not us

Thor Freya

[pruinesce]

an unposted mermay drabble, from last year.

kenta  has  lived  on  this  beach  for  as  long  as  he  can  remember. 

it’s  a  simple  story  of  a  baby  washed  up  on  the  rocks,   wrapped  in  seaweed  and  crying,   and  the  man  that  scooped  him  up  to  raise  him  when  no  one  else  would.   kenta  could  never  be  more  grateful  for  it  all.   he’s  got  everything  he  could  ever  need  —  a  place  to  sleep,   food  to  eat,   and  his  dad  right  beside  him  to  keep  him  company,   in  this  corner  of  paradise  he  called  home.   

but  recently,   things  have  been   . . .   a  little  different.   he’s  pretty  sure  he  can  pinpoint  the  exact  day  things  changed  —  it  started  as  any  other,   with  a  bright  and  early  morning  down  by  the  docks,   reeling  in  the  nets  with  the  other  fishermen.   kenta  was  lazily  hoisting  up  that  morning’s  catch  with  his  father,   still  rubbing  the  sleep  from  his  eyes,   when  all  the  commotion  started.   the  two  of  them  didn’t  think  anything  of  it  at  first.   go  check  it  out,   his  father  said.   i’ll  pull  up  the  rest.   he  knew  his  son  loved  to  be  part  of  the  ruckus,   and  people  always  got  a  little  rowdy  when  they  pulled  up  something  unusual.   

except  that  day  it  was  more  like  some-one. 

he  grew  up  hearing  all  kinds  of�� stories  about  mermaids.   they  were  a  sort  of  local  legend  in  this  town  —  a  hotspot  for  sightings  and  encounters,   everything  from  tales  of  romance  to  horror  stories  to  blurry  pictures  and  grainy  videos.   but  he’d  never  thought  of  it  as  anything  more  than  that.   

the  grin  he’d  been  wearing  as  he  shoved  his  way  through  the  crowd  all  but  vanished  at  the  sight  of  a  girl,   probably  no  older  than  him,   tangled  in  a  mound  of  nets.   he’s  not  sure  which  was  more  shocking:  the  fact  that  no  one  was  trying  to  help  her  out,   or  the  long  tail  thrashing  in  place  of  her  legs.   kenta  moved  before  there  was  even  time  to  think  about  it,   snatching  the  knife  he  stowed  in  his  back  pocket  to  free  her.   she  beat  her  tail  against  his  side  and  the  men  around  him  were  roaring,   desperate  to  pull  him  off  their  prize,   but  the  visceral  snarl  on  his  face  as  he  yanked  his  arm  away  left  them  all  hushed  and  still. 

she  was  frozen  with  fear  when  he  turned  back  to  her.   guilt  washed  over  him  and  he  made  slow,   careful  movements,   as  if  she  were  a  frightened  animal,   pausing  each  time  his  knife  tore  through  the  rope  and  she  flinched.   he  tried  to  murmur  soothing  words,   ones  he  thought  his  father  would  use,   even  though  looking  back  on  it  now  he  wasn't  even  sure  if  she  could  speak.   she  must've  at  least  understood  he  was  trying  to  help  because  she  didn't  hit  him  again. 

by  the  time  he’d  cut  her  completely  free,   he  was  breathing  heavy  and  sweating.   he  took  a  few  steps  back  just  to  give  her  her  own  space  and  she  was  gone  before  he  could  even  blink,   the  water  soaking  into  the  boards  of  the  pier  the  only  evidence  that  she'd  ever  existed. 

when  he  recounted  the  story  to  his  father,   takashi  looked  as  though  he'd  seen  a  ghost.   the  other  villagers  didn't  talk  to  them  for  days. 

the  next  time  he  saw  her  it  was  a  week  later.   the  sun  was  setting  and  he  was  alone  on  the  rickety  little  dock  outside  his  father's  hut,   making  bait  for  tomorrow,   when  he  caught  the  glint  of  her  scales  from  the  corner  of  his  eye. 

oh,   she  was  breathtaking.   he'd  be  lying  if  he  said  he  hadn't  thought  she  was  pretty  the  day  he  saved  her,   but  seeing  her  move  so  gracefully  in  the  water,   her  features  soft,   gentle,   unafraid…  his  heart  was  pounding  against  his  ribs. 

'    oooooooi!    '    he  yelled,   running  right  into  the  water.   she  whipped  around  to  face  him  and  his  smile  was  so  big  it  closed  his  eyes.     '    i'm  so  glad  yer  o-    '

but  then  kenta  stopped.   when  he  opened  his  eyes  again  she  was  already  gone. 

after  that,   he  was  careful  not  to  startle  her.   she  would  come  to  him  he  decided,   if  she  wanted  to,   when  she  was  ready,   and  he  swore  he'd  wait  as  long  as  it  takes.   kenta's  daily  routine  became  a  little  different:  in  the  morning,   he'd  go  down  to  the  pier  like  always,   haul  up  the  catch,   release  what  he  couldn't  sell,   and  sell  what  he  and  takashi  wouldn't  need.   takashi  was  a  wildlife  scientist  and  that  meant  once  a  week  they'd  also  spend  the  day  running  (  or  swimming,   he  supposes  )  around  taking  samples,   collecting  data,   making  sure  the  flora  and  fauna  were  happy  and  healthy,   and  then  they'd  go  home  and  takashi  would  spend  the  next  few  hours  dissecting  and  analyzing  it  all.   

instead  of  helping him as he normally would,   kenta sat by the dock,   looking  for any sign of her.   other  days,   kenta  would  sit  in  the  sand  to  skin  or  smoke  or  preserve  the  catch  from  that  morning,   or  he'd  go  into  town  to  help  the  locals.   but  lately  he  spent  most  of  his  time  at  the  end  of  the  rickety  old  dock  outside  his  father's  hut,   watching  the  water.   watching  for  her.   some  days  she  was  there,   peeking  between  the  rocks  or  circling  just  below  the  surface.   some  days  she  wasn't. 

he  left  little  gifts  at  the  edge  of  the  planks.   wildflowers,   broken  shells,   pebbles.   she  must  have  liked  them  because  they were  always  gone  when  he  came  back.   on  a  hot  day  he  once  left  an  open  coconut  with  a  little  straw  in  it,   hoping  that  maybe  he  could  catch  her  in  the  act.   he  pretended  he  was  napping  on  the  beach,   but  it  was  hard  to  keep  a  straight  face  while  watching  her  decide  what  to  do  with  it. 

she  tossed  the  straw  back  on  the  dock  and  drank  it  like  a  cup.   coconut  milk  dribbled  down  her  chin  and  he  wanted  so  badly  to  wipe  it  away  for  her,   wanted  to  be  there  drinking  it  with  her,   but  he  still  wasn't  sure  if  he'd  frighten  her  off.   would  she  be  scared  of  him  now?  she  had  no  trouble  coming  up  to  the  dock  when  he  wasn't  there,   right?   if  he  waded  through  the  water  to  meet  her,   would  she  still  be  there?  

she  was  gone  again  before  he  could  decide. 

when  she  finally  swam  up  to  him,   kenta  was  looking  up  at  the  stars,   dangling  his  feet  over  the  edge  of  his  father's  little  dingy  a  ways  from  the  shore.   it'd  been  a  long,   long  day.   he  and  takashi  had  gone  to  monitor  the  wildlife  again,   except  the  heat  was  scorching  and  the  humidity  was  ridiculous  and  the  world  seemed  to  be  fighting  them  the  whole  time.   nets  snapped,   equipment  broke,   the  readings  were  off,   and  they  were  out  on  the  water  twice  as  long  as  normal.   he  almost  didn't  notice  her  hands  at  the  edge  of  the  boat,   but  he  could  feel  the  weight.   no  matter  how  tired  he  was  before,   when  he  looked  down  and  saw  those  big,   soft  eyes  boring  into  his,   kenta  suddenly  felt  as  if  he'd  just  woken  up. 

at  first  that  was  all  he  could  see.   just  those  eyes  and  the  bridge  of  her  nose  bobbing  above  the  water  line.   she  almost  took  off  again  when  he  scrambled  to  sit  up,   but  he  was  in  her  territory  now,   and  she  seemed  much  more  confident  when  he  gently  coaxed  her  back  above  the  water. 

mermaids  were  supposed  to  be  pretty,   he  knew,   but  if  they  all  looked  anything  like  her  that  was  an  understatement.   she  was  beautiful.   he  thought  that  every  time  he  saw  her,   but  up  close,   she  was  even  more  so.   a  long,   strong  white  tail  flicked  back  and  forth  in  the  waves,   littered  with  patches  of  orange-red  (  her  hair  was  like  that,   too,   now  that  he  thought  about  it  ),   and  he  swore  those  scales  were  glowing  in  the  moonlight.   water  dripped  from  her  hair  and  slid  down  the  side  of  her  nose,   and  he  followed  it  to  the  curve  of  her  rosy  cheek,   over  the  shape  of  her  parted  lips,   watched  as  it  dropped  onto  her  chest  and  back  into  the  water.   kenta's  eyes  went  wide  and  darted  back  up  to  meet  hers,   pink  now  dusting  his  face,   too.   a  little  smile  graced  her  features  and  somehow  she  was  all  the  lovelier. 

'    …  'm  sorry  for  the  other  day,     '    he  said  quietly.     '    didn't  mean  t'scare  you.   my  name's  kenta.     '    he  pounded  a  fist  against  his  chest  and  the  sudden  motion  had  her  shrinking  back,   but  only  a  little.     '    ken  -  ta,     '    he  says  again.   then  he  points  to  her.     '    you  got  a  name,   too,   right?    '

she  only  tilted  her  head.   he  was  starting  to  lose  hope  that  she  would  be  able  to  talk  at  all,   and  his  grin  began  to  falter  —

'    fu  -  yu  -  mi.     '    she  said,   soft  and  rasping,   as  if  she  hadn't  spoken  in  a  long  time.   her  accent  was  bad  and  her  voice  trembled  but  it  still  sounded  like  music  to  his  ears. 

from  then  on,   every  night,   he  rowed  out  to  see  her.   as  it  turned  out,   he  was  half-right  —  fuyumi  could  speak,   but  she  didn't  know  much.   he  had  the  grand  idea  of  stealing  a  book  from  his  father's  collection  to  bring  out  and  read  to  her.   it  was  not  as  grand  of  an  idea  as  he  thought  when  she  tried  to  hoist  herself  into  the  boat  to  get  a  better  look  and  tipped  the  whole  thing. 

kenta  would  have  sunk  like  a  rock  to  the  ocean  floor  if  fuyumi  had  not  grabbed  his  wrist  from  the  other  side  of  the  capsized  boat,   and  then  the  other  one  too  when  he  splayed  his  hand  over  the  wood.   it  was  suddenly  very  quiet.   her  palms  were  softer  than  he  thought  they'd  be.   neither  of  them  moved  for  a  while,   as  if  they  were  frozen  in  that  moment,   and  then…  she  laughed.   a  lofty,   trill  thing,   prettier  than  any  song  he  ever  heard.   he  was  laughing,   too. 

the  book  was  lost  to  the  waves,   but  he  got  something  much  better  that  night. 

tonight  she  met  him  on  the  beach. 

he  was  at  the  edge  of  the  dock,   ready  to  untie  his  little  boat  and  row  out,   when  her  voice  rang  out  from  behind  him.   she  was  beached  up  on  the  sand  and  waving,   calling  his  name.   it  was  the  first  time  since  they'd  met  that  he'd  ever  seen  her  out  of  the  water,   and  kenta  was  thanking  every  god  he  could  think  of  that  she  couldn't  see  the  way  his  face  turned  red.   he  raced  over  to  lay  at  her  side. 

now  she's  on  her  stomach,   and  he's  on  his  back,   and  they're  both  looking  up  at  the  sky,   both  half  submerged  in  the  water  each  time  the  tide  rolls  in.   he's  never  been  this  nervous  in  his  life.   in  fact,   he's  not  sure  he's  ever  been  nervous  at  all,   but  there's  something  so  different  about  lying  next  to  her  like  this,   no  dock  or  boat  between  them,   existing  in  the  same  world  for  the  first  time  together. 

'    …  so  those  are  called  stars,     '    she  says,   and  he  notes  that  she  gets  better  every  day  at  this.   he  wonders  if  she  practices  on  her  own.     '    they're  beautiful.     '

he  agrees,   but  he's  not  looking  at  the  sky.   he's  unusually  quiet  tonight  and  he  knows  it's  because  he's  fighting  the  urge  to  reach  over  and  touch  her,   to  run  his  fingers  down  the  curve  of  her  spine,   to  tangle  his  hands  in  her  hair.   he  wants  to  do  it  so  badly,   but  she  startles  so  easily  and  he'd  never  want  to  scare  her.   

instead,   he  leans  back  into  the  sand  and  closes  his  eyes.   it's  silent  except  for  the  sound  of  the  waves  and  the  cicadas. 

'    kenta,     '    she  murmurs  quietly,   and  he  hums.     '    what  do  you  say  when…  when  you  think  someone  is  —  is  really  great,   and  kind,   and  you  want  to  be  around  them  all  the  time  and  you're  not  sure  why,   but  you  do,   and  everything  they  do  makes  you,   um  —  makes  you  smile,   and  it  feels  like  your  chest  gets  real  tight  and  you're  always  nervous  a-and  you  feel  like  —  like…    '

'    that's  easy,     '    he  says  after  she's  finally  trailed  off.     '    you  say…  i  love  you.     '

and  when  he  says  it,   he  means  it.   

'    i  love  you.     '    she  repeats,   quietly,   and  when  he  finally  looks  back  at  her,   he  realizes  she's  not  looking  at  the  stars  either. 

he'd  like  to  think  she  means  it,   too.