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hisunshiine · 9 months

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—i must be favored to know ya [5/7]

Part 5 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 5,665 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, again Kim Seokjin MEDDLING, drunk feelings in a good way, nudes, misinterpretation of messages, drunk feelings in a bad way, arguing, saying hurtful things explicit sexual content: making out in the club, potential exhibitionism/voyeurism, shower sex 🗓️ an: Sorry if this one is angsty y’all! We’ve been slowly building to it, and it had to come to a head at some point, right? Plus, we only have the weekend left! Hospital Vocab: 🏥 A MICU is a medical intensive care unit that deals with less critical conditions such as pneumonia, infections or other problems that require intensive monitoring but don't necessarily require emergency. 🏥 The NICU is a nursery in a hospital that provides around-the-clock care to sick or preterm babies. 🏥 Gastric refers to the unit of Gastroenterology, which cares for issues with the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, colon and rectum, pancreas, gallbladder, bile ducts and liver. 🗓️ summary: “I must be favored to know ya.” Having Jungkook in your life is so much sweeter than you ever thought. It would be great if you could just tell him, but showing him is as good as it gets for now…until you slip up and let the cat out of the bag. But it turns out, you aren’t the only one who has feelings for him, and you definitely aren’t the only one who wants to ride him. When your biggest fears come to light, knowing Jungkook the way that you do might become a thing of the past.

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“Doctor Cho to room 324, Doctor Cho to room 324.” A nurse's tired voice plays over the loudspeaker as Jungkook follows Jimin into the staff locker room at the end of their shift.

“Bro, why was today so tiring?” Jimin drops effortlessly into the chair across from his locker, as if all of his bones and joints have given out.

Jungkook reaches behind his neck to fist at his scrub top, pulling the polyester material over his head. “It was tiring because we had to change Mr. Lee’s sheets four times today. Why are we working in the MICU again?”

“Because we wanted to take time off next week after the wedding, so we picked up this shift instead of enjoying our usual Friday off,” Jimin reminds as he toes off his sneakers.

“Next time, tell me to check who I’m covering for. I forgot Sara works the gastric rounds, and while I don’t mind a little incontinence, Mr. Lee is not a small man and four times is more than a little, you know?”

Jimin nods as he finally begins to remove his own scrubs before heading to the showers in the back of the locker room with his small shower pouch in tow. Jungkook follows his lead, towel thrown over his shoulder, his own pouch in hand.

“You know what?” Jimin asks as he steps into one of the small shower stalls. “I think we should go out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop—you know they have the best music and drinks.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…I’m still covering Sara’s shift tomorrow, and if Mr. Lee is still having bowel issues,” Jungkook steps into the privacy of his own stall to step out of his boxer briefs and into the water, enjoying the heat as it envelops his body, “I might not be at my best if I go out tonight.”

“C’mon, man! We should go out because of Mr. Lee! We can invite the teachers, it’s summer break for them anyways, and the four of us always turn up on Fridays. We can invite the whole crew.”

Jungkook makes sure to scrub his hands extra before washing the rest of his body with his green Italy Towel to exfoliate his skin. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask for, man.”

The two continue their shower routine, meeting again in the locker room to change into clothes to go home in.

Jimin grabs his phone as soon as he’s dressed. Jungkook follows Jimin’s movements as he paces back and forth with the phone on speaker, dialtone echoing through the room.

“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung answers the phone, sounding as if he just took a bite of food.

“You’re on speaker. Tae, we’re going out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop?”

There’s a pause before he answers; Jungkook assumes Taehyung is swallowing his food. “Let’s do CakeShop, it’s a bit more cozy. You’re on speaker too, Hoseok and I are grabbing a late lunch.”

“Hey, Jimin!” Hoseok’s voice filters through the mobile.

“Sounds good. Ready at 11?”

“Yeah. I’ll text Woo Shik, see if he can reserve a table. See you later, I’m eating right now.”

Taehyung’s annoyance at his meal being disturbed rings loud and clear as the phone clicks, and Jimin throws the phone into his open backpack. “Can you call your girl? Let her know we’re going at 11?”

Jungkook’s movements stutter as he rolls deodorant on, raised arm freezing in the air. “My girl?” He eyes Jimin from his peripherals, trying to read his face.

“Yeah, she’s like, your best friend. Joined at the hip all the time, sometimes I wonder whether you or Yoongi is her actual brother.”

“Oh, haha, yeah, I’ll—yeah, I’ll call her once we get out of here.”

“Cool, so let’s go, see if we can catch the hyungs before they leave.” Jimin closes his backpack, lifting it over his shoulder. Jungkook follows suit, carrying his bag by the small handle at the top instead as they leave the room.

“Hyung!” Jimin spots Seokjin as he leaves one of the rooms across from the nurses’ station. The jovial man smiles as he passes a clipboard off to the Resident shadowing him.

“Hey, you guys off for the day?” Seokjin asks as he checks his watch.

“Yeah, we’re headed out to CakeShop tonight at 11 if you and Joon want to come with?”

“I don’t think I can swing it. Joon’s covering the NICU the rest of the week, so I doubt he’ll be down to go.”

“No worries, just wanted to extend the offer.”

“I appreciate it. We’ll have fun Sunday, right? Open bar at the reception and all.”

“Definitely.” Jimin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s neck and begins to tug him down the hallway. “See ya!”

Seokjin just shakes his head, watching as the two men head out.

“What’s got Jungkook so happy?” SoHee appears at Seokjin’s elbow, holding a binder to her chest.

“Oh, he’s probably off to go see his—uh, probably hanging with one of our friends.”

“One of your friends? He must be a pretty cool guy if Jungkook is that excited to go hang out.” SoHee says, a smile on her face as she watches both men bounce happily around the corner, her eyes focused mostly on the tattooed, floppy haired one until they’re finally out of sight.

“Yeah…she’s pretty cool. They’re like best friends—spend every waking moment together when not working.” Seokjin glances at SoHee, searching for a reaction. He’s not doing it to be mean—in his mind, it’s more mean to string someone along when your heart belongs to someone else.

“Oh. I didn’t realize the person was a ‘she’. Do you, uh, think that they like each other? As more than friends?”

Seokjin makes eye contact with SoHee, trying to express more with his eyes than his response gives. “If you hope to date JK, you have some pretty fierce competition, and she isn’t afraid of using her feminine wiles.”

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The lights in CakePop glow a harsh red as the fluorescent, buzzing tubes shine across Jungkook’s face. You admire the slope of his nose, the angles of his jaw and the way his hair frames his face as he orders a round of drinks from the bar. He chose to wear jeans you’ve never seen him in before: baggy as hell with large cuts horizontally going up the back of them. With a white sleeveless tank and white, tiger-print long sleeve covering his tattoos, his look is complete with a new chain earring he’s showing off.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok dressed up as well, each one showcasing their different style but just as handsome. They sit at the table reserved for your group, chatting as their heads bob to the music. He’s busy paying for the tab when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You look over your shoulder at the man who’s sidled up close to you while your attention is elsewhere.

“No, but thank you,” you reply as loud as you can over the music without drawing too much attention to the rejection. You watch as the man’s eyes bounce from you to Jungkook as you take a step closer to him.

“Oh, this you?” he asks, understanding morphing through his pupils. You don’t know how to respond, since it’s very much so complicated, but Jungkook saves you the trouble.

“Yeah, she’s with me.” Jungkook’s arm wraps itself heavily around your waist, fingers on the meat of your hip as he tucks you into his side. He eyes the man, who is slightly taller than him, but seems to deem him as not a threat. “C’mon, babe,” he says into your ear, “our drinks are ready.”

You smile up at him, moving to grab your drink as he takes the small platter that holds the other four drinks over to the table. His hand never leaves your skin, transferring from holding your hip to holding your hand as he navigates through the dancing bodies and back to your group of friends.

“Finally! Let’s down these and get on the dance floor!” Hoseok says. As the P.E. Teacher at the school you work at, he’s really fit. You know he also works at a dance studio in the evenings and during the summer, so as far as this scene goes, Hoseok was ready to show off his moves. The others agree, so you throw your drink back before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Best to pee now, instead of breaking the seal later.

“We aren’t waiting for you!” Taehyung teases as he adjusts his thin, silky red shirt, the opening around his neck unbuttoned and angled to show off delicate collarbones and a thin gold chain, but you know that it would be easy enough to find the four of them in the crowd; eyes often gravitate to watch them when they’re together as a group. Especially with Jimin in his all-black outfit, baggy jeans and combat boots put together with a leather jacket, and Hoseok in ripped jeans, jean jacket, black tee and sunglasses? There was no way you could miss them. Jungkook might be the one you’re fucking night after night, but the rest of the guys are also great to look at. Being the only girl out with them tonight will be fun.

In the bathroom, you see a few texts from your brother, on your lock screen, but you ignore him, because it doesn’t matter. Jungkook is going home with you tonight, so there’s no need to make it weird. You know he’s only looking out for you, in the way that Yoongi does, but tonight you just want to shut your brain off for a while.

Washing your hands, you check yourself out in the mirror, loving how your jeans fit your ass and your shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage. If you’re already getting hit on so boldly at the bar, you can only imagine how the rest of the night is going to go, and your self-confidence excites you. It’s twisted, but you feel good knowing other guys are showing their interest in you, in front of Jungkook. It’s like…showing Jungkook that you’re a good catch, if others also want you. Plus, having Jungkook step in and turn them away, saying you’re with him is a huge turn-on and confidence boost for you. In a way, you feel like Yoongi’s concerns shouldn’t matter too much because Jungkook already claimed you once tonight to someone else. Do you really need to do more? Your thoughts go quiet as more women filter into the bathroom, talking loudly.

“But did you see the one in all black? He’s so hot.”

“Okay, but the one with dance moves? In ripped jeans? Even hotter.”

You laugh to yourself as you fix your hair before heading to the door.

“I’m set on the one in white. I’m taking him home if it’s the last thing I do.”

If they had been paying attention to you, they would have seen the stutter in your step and the way you almost miss the handle to the door, but as luck would have it, no one notices the almost stumble as you head back into the dark of the club.

As you expect, finding the group is easy, but pushing through the onlookers is slightly difficult, as some of the women do not want to move to let you through, thinking you’re simply another fan of the men dancing to the grooving house music. Once you find a break between bodies however, Jungkook spots you and reaches his hands out to you, pulling you through in time to the rhythm. He’s face to face with you, hips moving with each beat that thumps through the speakers as you settle into the space created by the disappointment of the gravitating spectators.

He drops one of his hands, allowing him to spin you around with the one still holding onto you after a few moments and then stepping into your space so you’re able to meld your body into his and face the other guys in the group. You wind your hips back into his pelvis and Jungkook catches every beat, hands resting on your hips as you work him. You want to see his face, see if he’s watching you or not, but when you feel his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly in response to a rather suggestive body roll, you guess you know he’s paying attention to you more than anything else.

Typically, when the songs change, you also change partners, liking to spread the wealth that is your dancing among the others, but tonight, Jungkook doesn’t let go, and you don’t try to leave him. The others don’t seem to mind, spending their time choosing random people from the crowd to dance with or weaving back and forth to get drinks from the bar. Eventually, the group of girls from the bathroom comes near, you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m staying with you tonight, right?” you ask on tippy toes, mouth ghosting the shell of his ear tipsily to ask something you already know the answer to, but wanting to lay your claim. Your teeth nip lightly at the earlobe without the new chain earring, and you leave a soft kiss where the lobe meets his neck just so the other girl can see.

He responds in kind after a shiver races down his spine, pulling you closer as the heat from his mouth spreads lower through your body. “You better be—I’ll kidnap you if I have to.” He bites your neck playfully, causing you to squirm in his hold but he doesn’t loosen his grip on you, just apologizes for the bite with a tongue-wetted kiss that promises so much more to come when you get home. Turning back around in his hold, you watch as Taehyung looks between you and his friend, and can only smile knowingly to yourself when it dawns on him what must be going on. Now that Yoongi knows, you don’t really care if the others find out or not.

Jimin returns to the group with drinks for you and Jungkook fisted in his hands, and you thank him before drinking half of it in one gulp. “Slow down, baby, we have plans for tonight, so we shouldn’t drink too much more, okay?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and pleading when you look over your shoulder at him, and it’s almost heart-stopping how good he looks, tongue swiping his bottom lip and messing with his lip piercings. It should be illegal for him to ask for anything from you while giving you that look.

“Yeah, this is my last one,” you promise, and he smiles as he finishes the beer Jimin gave him.

“I’ll get you some water, okay? Can’t have my baby with a hangover tomorrow.”

Your mixed drinks are more potent than his beers, and it’s cute that he’s thinking of taking care of you. You feel warmth in your chest at his consideration and actions, not to mention his use of the claiming endearment leaving you all hot and bothered as he heads off the dancefloor towards the bar.

“What time are we staying ‘til?” you ask Hoseok, who eyes his watch.

“Probably not much longer, it’s almost one. Thirty minutes sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I can do another thirty to forty-five minutes.”

Hoseok nods, but his smile then turns mischievous. “You and Jungkook sharing a taxi tonight?” He takes both of your hands, swinging them as if going to draw you in to dance with him, and a part of you wants to pull away; as if you can’t dance with Hoseok because you have a boyfr—or because you have plans to fuck someone in an hour or so and it would be disrespectful. Right?

“We always share a taxi, Hobi,” you answer coyly, evading his question and not stepping closer to him, politely declining to dance.

Hoseok just grins wider, hips swaying to the beat as he steps away from you, dropping your hands. “She’s all yours,” he says over your head, and a moment later you feel the heat of Jungkook as he envelops you back into his body.

“Here, make sure to drink all of it,” Jungkook places the bottle of water into your hand as he turns you to face him, the lid already twisted off for you. His voice drops, in volume and in tone, as he adds, “Only good girls get what they want tonight.”

You have to hold yourself back from responding with a “Yes, Daddy,”—the alcohol making you much more submissive to the younger man—so you bring the bottle to your lips instead, making sure you hold his eye contact as you wrap your pout around the rim and swallow the first gulp. The water is so quenching, you close your eyes as you take subsequent swallows, a little bit leaking from the corners of your mouth to run down your cheeks, neck, and disappear between your breasts.

“Woah, careful baby, I want you wet, but this water is for drinking,” he says as he pulls the water bottle back slightly from your mouth to slow the flow down, and you’re grateful, but also now horny as your eyes take in the way he’s looking at you. “Fuck it,” he intones mostly to himself, before dipping his face down into your chest. His tongue traces the path of the water back up to your neck where he keeps his mouth to suckle at your sensitive skin.

Neither of you cares that you’re in a packed club, that people are watching, that your friends—who didn’t know until tonight that there was anything more between the two of you—are watching and are also close enough to hear the sound you let out, the cross between a whimper and a moan as you cling to Jungkook’s shirt, hands fisted near his waist wanting him closer.

“Maybe we should get those taxis now?” Hoseok says aloud, mostly to Jimin and Taehyung in an attempt to pull their eyes away from the sight in front of them. The two just nod, and Hoseok pulls out his phone and opens his app. He can’t help but look up every few seconds though, not when you’re pressing your chest into Jungkook’s as he kisses you openly, his tattooed hand grabbing at your ass as he grinds into you in time to the music.

The sounds Hoseok can hear from you between the music pounding out of the speakers have his dick jumping—as if straight out of his favorite porn flicks—but you’re Yoongi’s older sister, and apparently have been fucking the youngest in the group and Hoseok is now putting three and four together to realize the friend with benefits who he’s been fucking seven nights a week (per his text messages) is you.

The crowd surrounding their group is beginning to stare now too, and Hoseok feels mildly uncomfortable—not because you have your tongue in Jungkook’s mouth (no, the sight is quite hot)—because the women who were circling like vultures all night are staring daggers at your head. Despite you two dry-humping on beat, Hoseok can see the annoyed looks on some of the other dancers' faces, so he’s more than happy to unceremoniously pull your mobile device from your back pocket (the one without Jungkook’s hand all over it) so he can order your taxi to keep you and Jungkook from getting arrested for indecent exposure.

He hates being the person to interrupt the two of you when the taxis are about to arrive, but the shine in your eyes is full of gratitude as he leads your group outside. He suspects it’s because you were probably in need of oxygen, and a small part of him assumes it’s because you were just caught acting like a couple of young teenagers. Hoseok hands you your cell phone back as you all stand at the curb, and you smile sheepishly at Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, as if to say ‘Surprise! It’s me!’.

Jungkook still has his arms wrapped around you, lips kissing your neck and exposed shoulder—any place his mouth can reach from his spot behind you—and when the first taxi pulls up, Jimin has to pull Taehyung along to go with him and Hoseok.

“But, can I go with them? I wanna watch some more,” Taehyung doesn’t sound like he’s joking at all, and only decides to climb into his taxi when Jungkook shoots him a glare that you can’t see.

“Be safe, text me when you all get home!” you say as they settle in the backseat. They all give you skeptical looks, knowing you’ll probably be too busy to even see the messages, but they’ll do it anyway. Your phone alerts you that your taxi is also there, so you wave as you lead a seemingly lovesick, doe-eyed, muscle bunny to another car pulling up behind the first.

Climbing into the vehicle, you’re practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap the entire ride home, where he’s quietly feeling you up the whole way to his apartment. His hand is between your thighs, pressing into you in a way that makes the seam of your jeans press against your clit. He feels the way you roll your hips as he leaves wet pecks on your neck and whispers dirty things into your ear.

“Wanna fill you up when we get home,” he murmurs, “can’t wait to feel you wrap around me.”

Your breathing is shaky, and the taxi driver asks if you’re okay as he speeds down the road.

Your back is against the cold shower wall, Jungkook’s strong arms hold your legs at the knees as he thrusts inside of you. His body pins you in place, your hands clawing at his back as you try to find purchase against his slick skin. You bounce on his hardened cock as he drills it deeper inside of you, hips rutting for friction against his pelvis, your swollen clit aching for more.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” Jungkook’s mouth moves against your collarbones as he speaks, switching between biting and kissing from the pleasure your walls give him. The pain as he marks you only makes you wetter, makes you crave him more.

“Jungkook, feels so good,” you whine out, tangling your fingers into the wet hair curling at the nape of his neck. “Love it,” you chant out, repeating the phrase several times. “Fuck me, baby, don’t stop, love how you feel.”

Jungkook’s brain can barely handle the way you’re sending all of his senses into overdrive. The feel of you sliding up and down, so slick and warm on his cock as you tug at his hair, your words flowing through his mind, that you love it, love it, love it, so close to saying you love more than just the way he fucks you, maybe you could even love…him?

“Fuck, baby, keep saying it, don’t stop, you ride me so good, fucking love your pussy.”

“Love your cock, fuck Jungkook, love how you fuck me, need more, need you deeper.”

Jungkook lets your legs down one by one so he can turn you to face the glass of the shower, allowing both of you to feel the hot water streaming onto your bodies as he enters you from behind. Your hands lay flat on the glass as he begins to pound into you, the clapping of his thighs into your ass echoing off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with your breathy moans as he reaches that spot inside of you.

“Tell me you love it, tell me how good my cock feels, splitting your pussy open like this,” Jungkook’s voice is whiny as he begs for your praise, secretly seeking more than he asks for. When he wraps his tattooed hand around your waist, fingers dipping between your legs in search of your clit, you give everything he’s hoping to hear and more as you climax.

“Oh, fuck, right there, Jungkook, fuck, fuck, I love you, don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good, Jungkook, fucking love you, you make me feel so good.”

His head—the one currently buried deep inside you—loses all senses as his other head processes your words, and he’s losing himself as he empties inside of you. Your legs shake, wanting to give out if not for his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses the back of your head. “My perfect baby.”

Drying off, you shiver slightly as Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to grab some clothes for you both and leaves the door ajar. Your phone sits on the sink counter, a little foggy from the steam, but you can still see messages waiting for you. You click through them each one by one, not bothering to respond since it’s much later than the time they were sent, and all of the senders are probably deep in an alcohol-induced sleep. You glance at the time, noting it's now almost 2:30 AM.

You’re glad the three men made it safely, but kind of hate the way Hoseok refers to you and Jungkook as teenagers. Were your actions at the club tonight…immature? What did he mean by that? Did he think you weren’t smart enough to make sure to use protection? Jungkook’s young, but he’s not that young! Plenty of people under twenty-six have children. Would it be so bad if you and Jungkook were to become pregnant, based solely on your ages?

Then there’s Taehyung, pointing out yet again how ‘young’ Jungkook is—and why is he sending you thirst traps? You know it’s harmless, he’s just drunk and wants your attention, but it still makes you upset that he feels that your choice was wrong because of age.

Are you some old crone or hag that can’t fuck with someone younger than you? What makes this age gap so bad? You just want someone to make sense of what they’re saying to you, because the way you’re interpreting it, they think you and Jungkook are too different in age to be together. Your biggest fears come to light in the messages across your screen, from your own friends no less, just when you’re coming to terms with the one fact that should be the only one that matters: You want to be with Jungkook. You want to date him—want him to be yours, for real.

Jungkook returns with a large black shirt for you, his own lower body covered with a clean pair of red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You pull the shirt over your head, and in the dark, you hear his phone chime with a text message.

“Who’s even up at this time?” he mutters, and you have to agree, It’s late, but you assume it’s a message from one of the guys; he probably texted them each back and one wasn’t asleep just yet. Your head and arms are pushed hurriedly through the holes, and you see Jungkook barely get a chance to glance at his phone before he’s setting it down next to yours and instead grabbing your towel to finish drying your hair.

The action is sweet, warming your heart and you know that this is the moment. It’s time to tell Jungkook exactly how you feel, regardless of the post-sex high and in spite of being still tipsy on alcohol—you’re sure what you want to say will come out how you intend. How hard can it be to tell someone you like them? But his phone chimes again and you can’t help but to glance down at it. The sight makes your blood run cold. SoHee, clearly shirtless, sending a booty call text at 2:33 AM.

To YOUR Jungkook. To the same Jungkook who you just professed your love to while taking raw backshots in his shower; the same Jungkook who just finished emptying his cum inside of you.

Your thoughts run wild; did he send nudes to her too? Did he take one when he left the bathroom to get clothes for you both? You want to scroll through the thread, see for yourself that he isn’t sending nudes to someone else, when he’s been fucking you every night, calling you his baby, his princess…No. Your eyes prick with tears at the thought, the alcohol still running through your veins making your ability to think logically about this situation a bit cloudy.

“Seriously, Jungkook? Fucking me and texting other bitches back to back? While I’m still here?” you scoff, shaking your head as you step away from him.

“What?” he glances down at his phone, seeing the screen lit up with the message from SoHee. His eyes take in the picture and the message, growing wide in fear. “No, baby, it’s not what you think—” He picks up the phone, wants to show you the truth but you don’t let him speak.

“Jungkook, do I look stupid to you? I can literally see the messages and can still feel the ache between my thighs from you. This might work on girls your age, but please, do not insult my intelligence.”

“Girls my age? What are you talking about?”

“You! I’m talking about you pulling a stunt like this!”

“Baby, c’mon. You’re just drunk, I promise you, this is nothing.”

His words only add to your ire. He’s downplaying what happened, but you know what you saw. It was right there in front of your eyes, but he’s trying to placate you and you can’t stand to feel like this. Like you can easily fall for some bullshit just because a hot, younger guy is showing interest in you. It’s exactly what people expect, right? That older women put up with shit because they’re afraid no one will want them, that they’re past their expiration date for romance.

“Don’t ‘you’re just drunk’ me! I literally just told you how I feel about you, to then see that picture and message! I honestly should’ve expected something like this from you, I chose to fuck the youngest in the group, what did I expect?” You say this last part more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he hears you just the same.

“Hold on. What are you even fucking saying right now? You chose to fuck the youngest in the group? What, would you have decided to fuck someone else, like Jin or Namjoon? Because they’re older than me?”

“They probably wouldn’t be sending nudes to other bitches at 2 AM after fucking me in their shower and inviting me to stay the night. Maybe my coworker was right about you.”

“That’s not what the fuck even happened! God, you know, you’re so stupid sometimes, I swear. I’ve always wanted you, but you’re the one acting immature, like you’re so great because you’re older than me? Age doesn’t fucking matter, our age gap isn’t even that big! But you’re acting like you know more because you’re older than me?”

“Jungkook,” you sigh out, bringing your finger to your temples, “you don’t fucking get it, you’re too young to—”

“Don’t you even finish that fucking sentence.”

“Seriously, Jungkook. You can’t possibly feel—”

“Are you actually trying to tell me how I feel!? You’re certifiably insane.” Jungkook laughs, but there is no humor in his tone. He paces out of the bathroom, fingers raking through his hair as he tries to make sense of what’s happening. “You know what? You’re the only one who has ever worried about our age difference. Because of what other people say, right? Because I’ve never said anything about it. Not negatively, at least. I’ve…” Jungkook’s voice cracks as he tries to express how he feels to you, but he’s so disappointed that he can’t look at you. “You know I’ve literally been here for you, for anything you fucking needed. My age never mattered when it benefitted you. Your coworker doesn’t know shit about me and you. But apparently her opinion matters more than hearing me out.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying—”

“Actually, I can’t deal with this right now,” he says, adding your name to the end of his sentence like a finality. He turns towards your discarded jeans and shoes. You can see him opening his phone, KakaoTaxi open on the screen. “I have to get up early for my shift, and I really think I should sleep alone tonight.”

“Jungkook, wait,” you start to speak, to try and take back what you’ve said, but for Jungkook, it’s literally and figuratively too late. He walks you back into the bathroom, passing you your jeans from where he’s picked them up off of the floor.

“Your taxi will be here in less than five minutes. Text me when you get home safely.”

Jungkook drops the phone back on the counter and disappears out of the bathroom, and you don’t bother trying to follow him. His phone lies abandoned next to yours, and you can’t help yourself. You swipe sideways to his messages and scroll up through the thread with SoHee quickly, but there’s nothing in it from Jungkook showing he’s sent nudes, barely any messages sent from him at all.

You blink away the tears that are forming, step into your jeans and grab your phone. His phone chimes from the Taxi notification, and you don’t bother to say goodbye, since you don’t see him on your way through his apartment to his front door. You linger, closing the door slowly but he never appears, and you’re hit with a sobering moment of reality of what your future could look like without him in it. The way home is quiet and lonely at this hour, the roads a sea of black, white, and grey, and you aren’t sure if Jungkook will ever color your doorstep—or your life—again.

stay tuned for “i kiss your waist and ease your mind” coming 8-?-2023!

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slavic-roots-western-mind · 5 months

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Life in China: Observations #2

Deodorant what? I order mine from taobao, as I've yet to meet a deodorant out in the wild. Seriously, none of the beauty or health stores carry it, so taobao has been a great help

The bathrooms The public bathrooms tend to be the squat kind (malls and places frequently patronized by foreigners excluded) and you'll have to bring your own toiletpaper and other hygiene items with you. Some places do have the odd western stall amidst the squat stalls, but nonetheless they are the expection. This is in a pretty big city, so expect western style bathrooms to be more rare in more rural areas.

VPN can be a hit or miss It's good to have a few vpns as backups in case one starts glitching and doesn't work (it actually happened a few days ago and after 15 min I caved in and bought the premium version for my free backup only for my current one to start working later). Not all vpns work in china, so it's important to do some research before buying any.

Getting stared at It happens everywhere, even in big cities, but after a while you get used to it.

Food is affordable My uni canteen breakfast costs around 1-2 euros, whereas the same meal at a local cafe would be 7-10 euros back at home

Eating out is common Sure you can cook, but it's much cheaper to go out to eat, especially to the local non-touristy places. In a lot of them you just scan a code that's on the table and order and pay from your phone so there's not a lot of in-person interaction other than saying thanks when the food is brought out to you.

Taking the initiative with friends Making friends with people is always great, but ever so often you will have to take the initiative to do things especially with your Chinese friends.

Bottled water is the way to go Everyone drinks bottled water. Local people, tourists, expats, pretty much no one drinks tap water. The explorer in me wants to try it out, and maybe see how much sips I can have before something (probably bad) happens but past experience says no :/

Private hospitals are more convenient Yes, they may be more expensive but if you can afford to pay a bit more it's always worth it. The staff speak English, which is very useful if you don't speak Chinese or if you have a complex issue that requires very specific vocab that you never learned.

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daily-hyosatsu · 3 months

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My favorite thing: animal kanji calligraphy that looks like the animal! Usually it takes the form of a chicken (x x), but today we have something fishy! The restaurant is called 吟漁亭 Ginryōtei.

吟 means versify, singing, or recital. It's read ギン. The left radical, mouth 口, hints at the meaning, and the right radical 今, which can be read キン, at the reading.

This character doesn't come up super often, but it's usually pretty interesting! For example, 吟醸 [ぎんじょう] is a quality designation for sake (related vocab here), while 吟味 [ぎんみ] has a variety of diverse meanings: scrutiny, criminal investigation, winning at hanafuda, or reciting/appreciating traditional poetry.

漁 means fishery or (commercial) fishing (while 釣り [つり] refers to hobby fishing). It's read あさ.る, ギョ, or リョウ. It's made up of the radicals water 氵 and fish 魚.

亭 often shows up as a suffix in hospitality-related businesses, adding a sense of luxury. It means pavilion, restaurant, mansion, arbor, or cottage; or vaudeville, music hall, or stage name. It's usually read テイ, sometimes チン.

#learning japanese #kanji #japanese langblr #吟 #漁 #亭

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zoesblogsposts · 3 months

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

#second language #language #learning #rory gilmore #smart #tips

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froot-loops-cereal · 1 year

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beautiful boy (darling boy)

neteyam x gn! na’vi reader

Warning: Spoilers for Avatar: Way of Water

Tags: angst, hurt, fluff, depictions of blood, character death

Summary: One last story. He wanted you to tell him one last story before the Great Mother took him into her arms.

This one-shot is based off of the song beautiful boy (darling boy) by John Lennon !

Important Na’vi vocab:

Nga yawne lu oer - “I love you” (You beloved are to me)“

Hayalovay - “Until next time.“

Word Count: 2158

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻

You were told to be hospitable to the Omatikaya Clan arrivals. They were clueless, not knowing the way of the sea and of the water. Their bodies and tails were thin and they could go no more than a few minutes under the sea until they swam up to the surface gasping for air.

There was no way to relate to them at all.

Except through storytelling.

“There was a group of tulkun in unfamiliar seas. Used to the warmer waters of his home, they were slower and weaker in the cold,” you introduce one day when the chatter started to die down. “Their fins were smaller, and their skin softer, but still they tried to acclimate themselves with their new environment.“

You began to tell them stories whenever you sat at the light of the bonfire. Storytelling was a common practice and kept the memories of the ancestors and Na’vi brethren alive. Every ear that listened to these stories was another connection, another branch that kept the names and actions of the people renewed in their minds and in their hearts.

In your case, you made up stories to tell them every now and then. Their youngest, Tuk, was especially receptive to the adventures you depicted through your words. Lo’ak always interjected, trying to guess what happens next.

Though you’d always make sure the story didn’t follow his predictions — this, Neteyam noticed very early on.

“Then the tulkun get attacked??“ Lo’ak pipes in, leaning forward to try and hear better. “They’re in infested waters, they have to get attacked. I got attacked, y’know? When I was left alone.”

“Shh.“ Neteyam shushes his brother. “Let them speak.“

You shoot him a sympathetic look before continuing, the crackling fire casting your shadow so that it loomed above the sand. “No. The tulkun are welcomed by the waters, greeted and taken in.”

Whether that was your actual plan or if you simply wanted to be spiteful, Neteyam didn’t know, but he enjoyed seeing his brother’s expression drop nonetheless.

Soon, even on days you didn’t meet with them around the bonfire, Neteyam would approach you in the waters and ask you to continue your stories. He watched every change in expression, every ministration of your fingers in demonstration.

“[Name], can you continue that story for me?“

When you glance over at Neteyam, his eyes are trained on you, moonlight revealing the specks of color amongst his ocean of emerald green. He is completely silent, awaiting your response.

You laugh.

“Of course.” The enthusiasm in your tone makes his ears perk up, watching you shift your body to face him. “One of the new tulkun grew curious and restless. Having been taught to swim faster in warmer water, it was difficult for him to change.”

You dip a hand into the tide, drag your fingers against the sand absentmindedly. He scoots in slightly closer, not willing to miss a single detail. It wasn’t the content that made the stories interesting, it was you.

Visiting you went from twice a week to daily. At some point your encounters with him became something you looked forward to as well. It no longer felt nerve racking to try and talk to him.

“[Name].” There it was again, that bright voice.

Your head tilts, ears flattening to the sides of your head, watching him curiously. “You’re on time. I don’t know how you don’t grow bored coming to hear me continue this story everyday.”

Neteyam keeps his eyes on the ground, shrugging. “I just don’t. And I never will.”

His words are a catalyst, a dark blush spreading across your face like wildfire. You pray he was too busy inspecting the sand to even glance up at the starstruck look on your face. You continue the story about the new tulkun family, but somehow in someway the story almost starts to sound like the interactions between you and him instead.

One day in particular however, he doesn’t ask for a story. He comes to you with a troubled expression, his lips stretched in a thin line.

“Neteyam?“ He seats himself next to you in the sand, stretching out his feet in front of him to catch the low tides. “Are you alright?“

“Yes, I am.“ He lies through his teeth. “I just needed a place to think.“

After some time, you extend your hand out to touch his shoulder. “What’s on your mind? I will listen, and if you ask me to, I will forget.”

The night time is calming as the stars begin to peak through the sky and dance in the dark. You stay quiet at first, give him time to think and collect his thoughts, because he doesn’t seem the type to vent his heart out.

To your surprise, Neteyam looks you straight in the eyes. “It’s difficult.” He quickly doubles back on the statement, stuttering. “No, not not living here. I meant it’s difficult trying to please my dad. He’s strict, especially to Lo’ak. I wish I could be a better brother, or a better son.”

Your gaze softens.

“Be honest with both of them.” You speak from the heart, smiling sadly up at him. “You are his first born, but you’re also young. He expects a lot from you, Neteyam. You need a moment’s rest too.“

The tide sweeps past your feet and grazes your finger tips while the Na’vi boy in front of you sits in deep in thought.

“You’re the first person I’ve told that to.“ He looks away in shame. “You know, I love it when you tell us stories. Because even for one moment or two, it helps me forget — the stress and all. It helps me a lot. ”

He didn’t need to say anything else, you understood.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

His eyes widen, but the edges of his lips curl up into a relieved smile. “And I see you, [Name].”

He was so different, yet so similar to you. You wanted to learn everything about him, to be able to encompass his emotions in your soul. Back then you were so certain that this was the beautiful fate that Eywa bestowed upon you.

So how did it end up like this?

“Just hold on, Neteyam,“ you urge, pressing the base of your palm against his open wound.

The rest of the Sully family had told you to stay on the rock with Neteyam out in the open sea, instructed you to keep applying pressure on his wound while they went to go and save the girls.

So you did as they said, laying his back down across your thighs and keeping one hand pressed against the gunshot opening. The other supported the back of his head, your panicked expression studying his evident fatigue.

“Can— can you tell me...“ Neteyam trails off, his voice barely a whisper and you swear that when he opens his mouth to speak again his words get carried off by the wind. “... the story.“

He swallows hard, his pupils trembling under the fading sun.

“...Tell... Continue.“

“I’ll tell you when we get back.“ Your eyes plead for him to hold onto whatever bit of his spirit remained here with you. “Please. Hold on. We’re going to make it. I promise.“

He shakes his head, his breathing shallow. “No. Finish it. It’s — “ he breathes in sharply, the blood on his body seeping past your fingers. “— all I ask.”

To finish the story would mean to bring it to a conclusion, to tell it into completion. But you didn’t want this story to end. You had always left off on a point that was continuable the next time you met, yet he continues to beg for an ending.

There really was no other choice.

“Okay. Save your words and your strength, I’ll finish the story.“ You concede, hanging your head low so he doesn’t see the tears that flood your water line. “But I’ll tell you a new one when we get back.“

Everything is a haze in front of you and you can barely collect your thoughts against the hammering in your head.

“The two tulkun were alone out in the middle of the ocean, one half-washed up on the beach shore and the other nudging under them to try and get them back into the sea.“ Your voice shakes, but you remain calm for his sake. “I will get you out of here, the second tulkun says. No matter what.“

“The second...“ His hacking coughs stop him mid-sentence. “Should go. They might get washed up too.“

“No, never.“ You raise your voice defensively, hold onto him a little tighter, but loosen your grip almost instantly and avert your eyes away. “No, the tulkun would never do that.“

You breathing stutters as you inhale and exhale deeply.

“The second swims as close as they can to the shore as many times as they need to, tries to dig up the sand underneath the beach-trapped tulkun.

Once more the first says I beg of you. Leave me before you lose the pack. If you lose them and become lonely after my passing I will not be able to rest well with Eywa.

The second tulkun becomes furious. If I lose you, I will become lonely even if I find them. If I lose them and have you, I can wish for nothing more.”

You pause for a moment when Neteyam laughs softly under his breath.

“The first grows silent for some time until the sun begins to set. Then they speak, Why are you still trying? I can barely feel their presence in these waters. Go before it is too late.

The second could hardly believe their ears. It’s never too late. I’d sooner resign myself to these beach shores in your stead than leave you here.

There was strength in that promise, strength and courage. It takes them hours, but the time was worth it. The first tulkun was worth the effort. As soon as they were both free, they swam out into the open water together and reunited with their pack.“

“The tulkun.” He winces. “They went on to live a long life?“

You nod smiling down at him.

“Yes. Together.“

“But [Name]...” Your name flows from his lips so smoothly. “I don’t think the first tulkun is going to live very long.”

“You’re wrong.“

“This tulkun... they’re sorry. They’re really sorry. To dad, to mom, to their brother.“ The emerald in his irises cut deep into your being. “To you.“

“Stop, you have nothing to be sorry for.“

“I should’ve done better...”

“No, you did the best you could...” You lower your head and press your lips onto his knuckles. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for bringing me the kind of joy no one else has.“

The whole time he keeps his eyes trained on you, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I see you,” he says so quietly you could have mistaken it to be your imagination.

Still, you press your forehead against his, letting your tears fall onto his face and run down the curves of his cheeks to convey what words alone failed to do.

“And I see you.” You whisper, you crumble.

Silence.

He says nothing and only the absence of his voice fills the air. The whirring breeze and the crashing waves become a nightmare and you bring your face closer to his to try and hear him, hear anything.

“Neteyam?“

Only the sound of the wind and sea.

“Nga yawne lu oer.” Your lips tremble, an attempt to get him to respond.

He is alive, he has to be. You still had more to tell him, more to show him about the Metkayina way of life. You had songs to sing together and stories to share, but that was all impossible without him.

Neteyam’s eyes are still open and locked onto yours, but his body is cold.

“N-nga yawne lu oer.” you say softly, your cheek pressing tenderly against his as you shake your head.

You gasp in breath after breath, but nothing is enough to sate the drowning feeling in your lungs. The first cry that escapes your lips is a harrowed scream that fades out in the expanse of the vast sea.

“Nga yawne lu oer.” It’s a broken sob against your lips

You cry and you cry and you cry.

“nga yawne lu oer...” Your words lose its vigor and all you can do is surrender yourself to the shattering sensation in your heart and in your soul.

Pandora lost a light that day, finally reunited with Eywa. Too soon. He left the world much too soon, but there was nothing you could do to change it.

Rest well, boy of the forest, rest well you and your beautiful, beautiful soul.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam.“

𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓸𝔂

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x gn!reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #angst #fluff #character death #metkayina #avatar 2

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mielicy · 3 months

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not having the vocab to talk abt the pain i was experiencing as a teenager actually sucked. ppl made me feel like i was lazy, while my sciatic nerve was actively getting trapped

people go to the hospital for that and i was just raw dogging it.

literally the opposite of lazy

#hEDS #HSD #hypermobile ehlers danlos #text #disability #chronic pain

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itslostfocus · 1 year

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vocab list: 신체

눈: eye, eyeball, eyesight; snow; gradation, marking, graduation

시선: one's eyes, graze, eye-catching

안구: eyeball

쳐다보다: to look up, look/stare (at), gaze (at)

눈길: to watch something/someone; street made of snow stick

귀: ear

청각: sense of hearing

청력: hearing (hearing capability that can get lost with the years)

이삭: ear, head of the rice, barley, etc where a flower opens and the fruit comes from

눈썹: eyebrow

눈사을 찌푸리다: to frown

심장: heart

마음: heart, mind, personality

가슴: heart, chest, breast, bust, boobs

중심: center, heart, middle; focus, nucleus, core; emphasis, importance

머리: head, hair; brain, mind, intelligence

지도자: leader, head (of)

머리카락: hair

털: hair, fur, heather, fluff

섬유: fiber, textile

목: neck, throat

몸: body (pure korean)

신체: body, physical (chinese derived, used more in formal situations)

단체: organization, association, society, group, party

시체: dead body, corpse

몸매: body figure/shape

무릎: knee

무릎치기: idiomatic expression meaning to figure sth out/to realize; knee breenches (male pants that go to the knees)

무릎으로 치다: hit with the knees

발: foot, paw, step

걷다: to walk

기슭: foot, base, border, edge (mountain, hill, river, etc)

보병: foot soldiers, infantry (play the main roles in the army, move by foot and attack enemies with rifles, etc)

발가락: toe

발끝: tiptoe

손: hand

주다: to give (an item to someone or a qualification, right, score)

도움: help, aid, assistance, support

반수: half of a number divided equally by 2

맡기다: to assign, charge (someone the responsibility for a certain role or work); entrust, leave something with

손가락: finger

지적하다: to point out, indicate, comment, criticize

손톱: (finger) nail

못: nail (clavo)

분석하다: to analyze

잡다: to hold (something in one's hand and not let it go); arrest, catch, capture (someone)

어깨: shoulder

책임을 지다: to assume/bear/shoulder/take the responsibility; hold oneself responsible for

갓길: side road for emergencies

얼굴: face

직면하다: to confront, face, come face to face with

표정: face expression

입: mouth, lips, one's taste

말: word, language, speech, talk

입구: entrance to/of, entry, way in

치아: tooth (humans and animals, hospitals use it)이tooth (expression for naming the different parts of the teeth, like molars; it's rarely used by itself)

톱니: tooth of a saw

코: nose

후각: sense of smell

팔: arm

무기: weapon, armaments

무장하다: to be armed, militarized

부문: section, field, division

팔걸이: armrest part of a chair

허벅지: thigh

source: 영단어는 관리다 app

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salanaii · 7 days

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Learn Korean with me - Week 18

Day 1 - 3: Vocab

** Don't forget your journals and of course Netflix.

고맙습니다 Go mab seub ni da

Thank you/thanks(causual)

씁 니 다 Sseub ni da

Writes/writing

꽃 Ggoch

Flower

손 Son

Hand

곰 Gom

Bear

몸 Mom

Body

옷 Os

Clothes

숨 Sum

Breathe

산 San

Mountain

의자 Ui ja

Chair

귀 Gwi

Ear

애도 Ae do

Condolence

까마귀 Gga ma gwi

Crow

학교 Hag gyo

School

평화 Peong hwa

Peace

친구 Chin gu

Friend

웨이터 We I teo

Waiter

또다시 Ddo da si

One more

의사 Ui sa

Doctor

외과의사 Wae gwa sus a

Surgeon

사람 Sa ram

Person/people/human

가다 Ga da

To go

시험 Si heom

Test/exam

병원 Byeong won

Hospital

왜 Wae

Why

사랑 Sa rang

Love

가족 Ga jog

Family

쓰다 Sseu da

To write/to wear

환자 Hwan ja

Patient

가위 Ga wi

Scissors

겨기 Gyeo gi

Opportunity

화가 Hwan ga

Painter

꿰다 Ggwe da

To pierce

과거 Gwa geo

The past

의미 Ui mi

Meaning

이름 I reum

Name/first name

베를린 Be reur rin

Berlin

파리 Pa ri

Paris

워싱턴 Wo sing teon

Washington

현대 Hyeon dae

Hyundai

빵 Ppang

Bread

노래 No rae

Song

학교 Hag gyo

School

손 Son

Hand

섬 Seom

Island

물 Mur

Water

실례합니다 Sir ryehab ne da

Excuse me

아닙니다 A nib ni da

Not/am not/is not

안녕 An nyeong

Hi/Bye

잠잡니다 Jam jab ni da

Sleep/sleeps

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charminglyantiquated · 1 year

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hey, I know you've posted so many resources about sailing, but I'm pretty desperate for a change and I really would like to know. if I wanted to get into it, right now, as someone who lives on a different coast and has zero experience, how can I take to the sea? I wouldn't ask if i wasn't uh. yeah desperate is the only word I can use

Key West! I can vouch for the schooner When and If, and I'm aware of a few others (although no experience on them personally) - the Spirit of Independence, America 2.0, the Jolly II Roger, and maybe the Appledore II and Appledore Star if they're down there this winter. Outside of Florida, the privateer Lynx is in St Simon's Island Georgia for the winter. As a boat which does educational sails, it's good to learn on and they can always use crew.

And here's a few more replies to recent posts asking about winter work/maintenance work. SEA - Sea Education Foundation, LAMI - Los Angeles Maritime Institute, Meerwald - schooner AJ Meerwald. Maintenance work can be a good way to ease into familiarity with the ship, crew, and boat vocab, and as incognita-soul mentions, it pretty much guarantees you a spot on the sailing crew when the season begins.I think Pride of Baltimore II also does winter maintenance.

Find their websites, find their application form or simply their email, and send out a resume. Since you don't have sailing experience, then where possible you should highlight teamwork, an ability to learn on the job, people-oriented skills from retail/customer service/hospitality, and any manual labor or outdoors hobbies. Basically, you're trying to show that you work well with others, you're willing and able to learn new skills, and that you have a realistic idea of what the job entails: physical effort, teamwork, and tourist wrangling. Where your work experience falls short in showing this, state it outright in your email, which can double as a cover letter. And don't be afraid to toss in any odd things you're competent in. Tall ships are a good place to be a jack of all trades, sitting as they are at the intersection of tourism and hospitality, education, and historic restoration/preservation, on top of the actual sailing itself.

#good luck!#schooner bum life

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firstofficerkittycat · 1 month

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Can you talk/elaborate more about your McCoy headcanons... I like hearing you talk about him

sry this took so long!

i think he never really believed in what he was taught religiously as a kid like he asked too many questions and was not satisfied with the answers but the fear still got to him, he was always high strung and sensitive and was bullied rly badly for it, he mostly hung out with his gramma who was the only person in his family who was nice to him, she was a healer and taught him everything he knew about herbalism. the intrusive gore stuff started at like 8-10 and by 12 he was living every day feeling like he had no skin or bones and that someone could just reach inside him and pull something out. if anyone threw him a punch he'd just crumple up on the floor in a ball shaking cus he felt like he was bleeding to death. he started stealing his dad's tools and making armour to wear under his clothes so no one could get to his insides which like. burned the fuck out of him in the heat but honestly very practical for a queer kid in georgia and he was able to start fighting back

he didn't have the vocab to explain to anyone what he was experiencing, all anyone ever saw was him blacking out at the mention of body parts so he was just called squeamish and everyone moved on while he got worse. then one day his gramma was cooking and he saw her cutting up tomatoes and lookked at them a little too long and slammed his head thru the drywall, and his dad went to hit him and she was like no no stop and took him into her greenhouse sat him down and was like you're old enough to know now i think. and she told him he was getting visions from god of what hell looks like + that both of them were being called to service. so he went heavy into evangelism at that point and it lasted a couple years, all the time he was still studying medicine in school, and then he had a massive breakdown because why hasn't god made it stop I'm doing what I'm supposed to. and his family control him and would never let him go get seen in a million years so he stole chemistry supplies from school and started trying to cook his own antipsychotics with herbs in the greenhouse because the kid is a visionary. did not fuckin work he got really sick from it and just kept going and going cus he felt he was so close to getting it right + ended up getting arrested and charged in hospital at some point down the line

then the space program came to his town and he was like please yes get me the fuck off this planet, and he didn't have anything to show for how smart he was because he was too sick to finish, and they looked thru his criminal record (cus thats how they find their starfleet candidates be real) and they were like hey listen, from age 16 u were in ur room trying to make fucking quetiapine from scratch, starfleet needs a freak like you

he met jim in organic chemistry and they got together, he eventually told him he joined starfleet to run away from god and jim was damn that's crazy i joined to meet god and pry my life back from his cold dead hands. and they were both like wow haha. and then they met spock and had this same conversation at the bar one time and spock drunk on cocoa pops was like if we're speaking metaphorically i believe i joined to make out with god sloppy style

*also also when bones is in recovery he fine tunes the stuff he was working on with the plants and sends it to his gramma who would never take meds in a billion years but because he made it himself with the bush knowledge she taught him she was down with it n he gets her better and they repair their relationship

#asks #gore mention #ocd bones

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flowerbeds-and-fairywings · 2 years

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some silly little websites i found that are very helpful for distractions / calming down !

picrew ( a classic ! i always find it fun to make little picrews )

2048 ( the classic game )

stellarium ( see what stars are out tonight for you ! )

astronomy picture of the day ( a nasa picture every day ! )

earth reviews ( reviews people have left for things on earth ! )

let’s settle this ( important questions you can cast your vote on; settle the debates once and for all ! )

ambient chaos ( great ambient sounds including rain and lo - fi … and construction zones. tw for some of the less positive ambiences, including hospital and people arguing )

how fast are you moving ? ( tells you how far you’ve moved on the earth in the time you’ve been on that webpage )

rocks ( play with 3D simulated rocks )

a bunch of text based adventure games that you can play in - browser by astrid dalmady ( my favourite is investigative journalism. tw for possible unsettling themes and darkness depending on which adventure you choose )

the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy text adventure game ( a lot of fun and very funny ! it can take a lot of time, and sometimes be a little frustrating, though. but there are a bunch of guides up to help you get through it if you need them :) )

map crunch ( gives you a random google maps location to explore )

geoguessr ( a geography game ! )

hacker typer ( type random keys and pretend you‘re in the matrix )

scream into the void ( type out your feelings, and then throw them into the void )

freerice ( a vocab quiz that donates the equivalent of 10 grains of rice for every correct answer )

little alchemy ( combine elements to see what you can make )

i hope that these are helpful ! they’ve definitely helped me <3

#and yes i did compile this list while i myself needed a distraction #because i realized it might be helpful to others if i made one of some of my favourites :)#i hope this is helpful !#comfort #distraction #distraction websites #fun websites #comforting #comfort zone #⭐️ shine little starlight ;; positivity <3

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gustingirl · 2 years

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not rlly absurd but here we go

no matter what, wilson is a better cook and baker. the days they dont do takeout are the days wilson whips up a fantastic meal. house is endlessly and vocally jealous

wilson and cuddy (and sometimes ducklings, depends on seniority) have regular talk-shit tea parties. house is not invited but he knows about them and tried to spy once. they ended up sacking him with the bill and everything he heard was decoy conversation (did you know that the barnacle relative to its size-)

house helps wilson learn spanish by refusing to speak to him in english for days on end (and will torment the ducklings just for fun the same way) and takes full advantage of wilson's limited vocab to pepper him with affection. this backfires very quickly as wilson learns

while wilson encourages but doesnt participate, house is a closet musical theater nerd. pretty cool when his mayfield roomie alvie wrote that blockbuster broadway show about a founding father

wilson has stuffed animals and hes almost one hundred percent convinced house does too but to this day the evidence is circumstantial at best

they have both literally slept together on wilson's office couch during all nighter hospital stays and sometimes find excuses to do so before and during their relationship

the stint with the 82yo woman with syph (s1e8) lets say,, inspired house to write poetry. rlly intentionally bad poetry. he leaves sticky notes of terrible lines all over wilson's side of the bathroom. to this day wilson has never told a soul and has kept all of them

oh my god you're a fantastic human being and i love you, let me go in parts

they definitely have like cooking competitions and house is way more petty so whenever wilson cooks something delicious he has to pretend he doesn't like it

SO TRUE, remember that episode where house thought wilson and cuddy had fucked and wilson kept on fooling house about it? same shit, house would go to wilson to "corroborate" tea he had heard and he would be fooled every single time

i would have paid for one episode where house does not speak a word in english just to mess with everybody. i love the idea of wilson and house being competitive

LMAO NOT HAMILTON OMG and considering hugh was the inspiration for "you'll be back", then house was alvie's inspiration. house is definitely a musical theatre junkie but won't admit it bc he knows wilson will mock him

house definitely has stuffed animals bc wilson keeps on gifting them little ones and he can't throw them away but he also can't show wilson he keeps them so he hides them somewhere. when wilson brought it up one dinner, house had to start changing the hiding spot because wilson is always close to find them

but what about when the ducklings catch them? they come up with the most absurd excuses, at least house does. wilson can’t figure anything out so when cameron asks him in private he just confesses

ok but wilson doesn't even tell house about them, until one fight where house says wilson never cared about their relationship, wilson shows him all the post its he has been saving since day one.

then they have sex.

please send me more, you just made my day

#.q&a #house md #should i tag this as fics? ok #hilson fic #hilson headcanons #hilson

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lmtyl · 1 year

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So this week has been stupid yucko macaroni stressful and to goof off I have decided that I need to introduce Awful Hospital ideas and vocab to the Danny Phantom phandom. You know, for fun.

Ghost cores, concept cores, zone shifting... it all seems mutually compatible!

#awful hospital #danny phantom #why am i still awake #i know why im like this #words and language

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nyxlaufeyson · 1 year

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(Pandora's Box) Chapter 5- Up. Down. Loop.

Main Masterlist - Pandora's Box Masterlist

A/N: I enjoyed writing this! I hope you guys enjoy it as well!

This chapters wordcount: 2,856

Warnings: it gets a bit violent in this chapter.

VOCAB:

Bikkja (n): Bitch, Female dog

Up. Down. Loop. Up. Down. Loop.

Pandora weaved her fingers in and out, plucking at the glowing strings only she could see.

There were other prisoners in the separate cells, watching Pandora as she continued her movements. She seemed to be in her own little world as she worked through her imaginary weaves.

The prisoners thought she was crazy. It wouldn’t be the first lunatic to occupy the Asgardian dungeons, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

But, behind Pandora’s glazed-over eyes, she was weaving through the possible solutions to her situation.

She went through many scenarios, but didn’t get any plausible ideas from them. However, headstrong as she is, she continued the process, images flashing before her.

She only paused when a soft clatter of glass could be heard on the prison cell’s floor.

Pandora sat up, eyes quickly clearing, and she found a plate of different breads and pastries along with a glass of wine. As her eyes trailed upwards, she found a woman standing just outside the cell barrier.

“I hope you have a sweet tooth.” The Allmother said with a small smile, gesturing to the plate she had somehow snuck through the barrier, most likely through magic.

Pandora held Frigga’s stare before dropping it down to the plate, and then back up again. “Well go ahead, dear, I didn’t poison it.”

Pandora scoffed, raising her eyebrow. “Then why bring it?” She asked, skeptical. After all, why would you offer hospitality to your enemy?

“Would you rather me take it back?” Pandora contemplated with herself. She was pretty hungry, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be smart to take the food.

Pandora let her hunger win, reluctantly using magic to slide the plate over to her. Frigga smiled as Pandora picked one of the pastries and slid it into her mouth.

After she swallowed, she nodded to Frigga. “So, what do you want?” She asked, licking a bit of jelly off of her fingers. “I’m simply… curious.”

“On Midgard, they have a saying: Curiosity killed the cat.” Pandora smirked, but Frigga just shrugged.

“Good thing I’m not a cat then, ay?” Frigga replied, and Pandora couldn’t help but smile a little at the remark.

“Now tell me, Pandora, what do you long for?” Frigga asked, catching Pandora slightly off guard.

Pandora let out a still laugh, tilting her head. “What do you mean by that?”

“What do you want in life? Is there a specific vision you have for your future, or are you flexible?”

Pandora opened her mouth, but closed it before responding. She had thought about it before, sure, but nobody had really asked her about what she wanted for her future. She certainly didn’t expect the Allmother to ask her such a basic, yet complicated, question.

“I… I’d like a family.” Pandora softly spoke, looking down at the floor as she traced one of the pastries with her finger.

“A lover? Friends? Kids, perhaps?” Frigga questioned, and Pandora shook her head.

“Anyone. Everyone. I mean, I just want that feeling, you know? People who care about you and make you happy. Guess I didn’t get enough of that before…” Pandora trailed off, sighing.

“You want to be loved?” Frigga asked, and Pandora nodded with a sad smile. “Yeah.” She laughed. “Guess I do. It’s silly.”

“I don’t find it silly at all. It’s what all of us want deep down.” Pandora frowned, and Frigga met her gaze

“So, what are you really here for?” Pandora pushed her thoughts down, changing the subject of conversation.

“I told you, I’m just curious. My boys have seemed to take a liking to you.”

Pandora grabbed another pastry, not believing Frigga. “Right…” She said, popping the pastry into her mouth.

“It’s true. At least, I’ve never seen either one of them take much interest in the court. It’s not really their thing, good as Loki may be at it. Thor is more of a warrior, and Loki just doesn’t like people.” Frigga explained, and Pandora did believe that part. Loki didn’t seem to be a social butterfly, and she couldn’t imagine Thor sitting still and paying attention to long, boring meetings.

“Well, thanks for the food.” Pandora said, using some of her magic to return the plate to whatever cabinet it came from.

Frigga stared at the spot where the plate had been, frowning a bit. “Interesting…” She mumbled, and Pandora tilted her head.

“What is?” She asked, but Frigga shook her head and wove her hand, dismissing what she had said.

“Just… You remind me of someone.” Frigga explained, a tiny smile on her face. Pandora didn’t press, and just shrugged.

“Well, I should get going.” Frigga said, pulling herself out of her memories. “And, Pandora, for what it’s worth, I do hope you get the chance of a normal life. Or, as much as a normal life as possible.”

And with that, Frigga was gone.

~~~~~

Pandora opened her eyes, raising her hand to her head as she felt a headache coming on. She groaned, slowly sitting up from the hard bench-like bed in the cell.

Pandora figured she must have fallen asleep at some point, and she had no sense of what time it was.

Light, fast-paced footsteps could be heard as Pandora saw a young boy run through the dungeon hallway with a wooden sword.

“Rah! Take that!” The boy said, swinging his sword around as he sliced through an imaginary monster.

The boy then looked around and took in his surroundings, realizing he was no longer where he thought he was.

“Are you lost?” Pandora called out to the boy, who turned around, startled. He quickly shook his head, unconsciously putting his sword behind his back.

“N-No, ‘course not! I know where I am.” The boy stammered, eyes darting around the room.

Prisoners from the neighboring cells were listening in, eyeing the boy with malicious looks.

“Of course.” Pandora said, smiling. The boy’s face reddened slightly, but he held his half-confident stance.

Word of the young visitor seemed to quickly travel through the cells as prisoners grumbled amongst each other.

“Listen kid, you might want to get out of here, it isn’t a good idea for a child to be wandering the dungeons. How’d you even end up here anyways?” Pandora asked. She figured there must have been guards posted around and outside of the dungeon.

The boy scratched his head, lifting himself up and back down on his toes. “Well, the cells I normally play around are always empty. I sneak in when the guards do their rotations. I guess I got a bit carried away today fighting Tooze”

Pandora tilted her head. “Tooze?” She asked, confused.

The boy smiled, bringing his toy sword out from behind his back. “He’s the monster I’m fighting! He’s a giant radioactive monster with these really big teeth!” He explained, waving his sword around enthusiastically.

“Interesting.” Pandora said, not able to help the smile creeping up her face. The boy’s innocence was something she wished she could have had. But that wasn’t possible for someone like her, and she had to accept it.

“What’s your name?” The boy asked, taking another step towards the magic-lined border of Pandora’s cell. “Pandora. What’s yours?”

“Finneas, but you can call me Finn!” The boy said, smiling at Pandora. “Nice to meet you, Finny.”

“Finny?” He asked, grinning. “Why’d you call me that?”

Pandora shrugged. “I dunno, it suits you. Do you like it?” She asked, and he shrugged. Under normal circumstances, Pandora would have extended a hand for a handshake, but the border prevented her from doing so.

“What are you in there for?” Finny asked, and Pandora sighed. “Well, Finny, let’s just say some people are scared of me. So scared, in fact, that they feel the need to put me here.”

“Why?” He inquired, tilting his head as Pandora gave him a tight, tired smile. “Well, I’ve made mistakes. Caused accidents. Major accidents, and I’m not proud of them.”

“That doesn’t sound like you should be locked up here though, everyone makes mistakes. At least that’s what mother says whenever she messes up.” Finny said, and Pandora threw her head back in laughter.

“Yes, well, I tried to run from my problems, my mistakes. I always knew they would eventually catch up with me, I couldn’t run forever. So, now I’m here. For now.”

After a moment of silence, Pandora turned her head and nodded at the boy. “You should probably get going. Don’t want your parents to worry now, do you?”

Finny nodded, fiddling with his sword. “Well then, I must be off to fight the Tooze!” He said, turning and giving Pandora a quick bow before raising his sword.

He turned away and headed towards another one of the dungeon hallways, but tripped on his untied shoelaces, falling on part of the wall.

“You alright?” Pandora called out, concerned as the boy hesitantly got up and dusted himself off. “Yeah, I’m fine!” He replied, and Pandora noticed some sort of switchboard on the wall he had fallen on.

Suddenly, one of the magic barriers of a cell adjacent to Pandora’s flickered before going out, and several prisoners trickled out, eying the boy who froze in fear as an alarm sounded.

“Shit.” Pandora mumbled, quickly closing her eyes. Up. Down. Loop.

Pandora quickly opened her eyes as her cell barrier faded, and she ran out in between the boy and the inmates.

“Finny, stay back.” She said, materializing herself a pair of daggers as she faced the fugitives with a scowl.

They looked at her, confused as to why she was defending the boy instead of trying to escape.

“Back in the cell.” Pandora ordered, holding up her daggers as a few of the inmates laughed.

“And why would we do that?” One of them, who looked an awful lot like a troll, spat at Pandora.

“I’m sure there are already guards that will be here in a matter of seconds. Now, I don’t know what you assholes have done, but attempting to escape won’t look good on sentencing. You get in the cell, I’ll put the barrier back up, nobody gets screwed.” Pandora proposed, but her proposal was met with laughter and growls.

“Listen here bikkja, we’ve been in here long enough. Now I suggest you and the kid get the hel out of our way unless you want to have an early death.” One of them said, and Pandora stabbed him with her dagger.

Chaos erupted, and she began to fight the fugitives as she turned her head to yell at Finny. “Go to your left!” She yelled, knocking several of the men down as she quickly followed him as soon as she got a chance.

Pandora took Finny’s sword from his hand. Up. Down. Loop.

She handed the sword back to him, and he widened his eyes as a faint, glowing arrow appeared above it.

“Listen, I need you to follow the arrow. It will lead you to someone who can help. Tell them what happened. I’m going to stay here and hold them off.” She explained, returning her daggers to her hands.

“But what if they hurt you?” Finny asked, and Pandora gave him a soft smile. “Listen Finny, I need you to trust me. I’ve got this. You worry about you.”

Finny nodded and Pandora patted him on the shoulder. “Alright. Go.” She said, and he ran off to where the arrows led him.

Pandora turned back to the grunts as the inmates regained their strength and started towards her.

“Back for round two, boys?”

~~~~~

After a solid ten minutes of a game of stab-or-get-stabbed, guards finally came rushing in.

Some of them pointed their weapons at Pandora, who threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Seriously?! I’m trying to help you guys.” She said, stabbing one of the escapees to prove her point. “You're welcome.”

The original fugitives had begun to let out their other inmate friends, so the entire dungeon was pure chaos. Pandora prayed to any gods that might be listening that Finny had made it out to Thor or Loki, where she had enchanted his sword to take him.

Eventually the guards turned their focus to keeping the other prisoners from escaping, and they were able to force some of the prisoners back into their cells.

It also helped that some of the more laid-back inmates didn’t want to end up a part of the bloodbath that was happening right outside their cell walls, so some of them just stayed put and watched as they tore through each other.

“Gah-” Pandora grunted, pulling a blade out of her shoulder and twisting around to impale her assailant in the eye socket. The man screamed, holding his eye as Pandora grabbed her shoulder.

Blood poured out, but she forced herself to ignore it as she continued to fight her way through the fugitives.

Eventually, enough guards came and forced most of the prisoners back into the cells. Pandora heard one of them called for medics, which was probably a good idea.

After all, she wasn’t sure how many of the bloodied bodies on the floor still had a pulse.

One of the guards tried to force Pandora back into her cell, but another guard stopped him. “Wait, she was helping us.” The guard said.

Pandora saw the guard’s ranking pin on her uniform, and figured she was one of the higher-ups in the Asgardian militia.

Pandora thanked the guard, who nodded, appearing to still be unsure of what to do about Pandora.

“Uh… do you need-?” The guard gestured to Pandora’s shoulder, which was pouring blood. Pandora looked down at her shoulder, eyes widening. “Oh, yeah- We should probably do something about that.”

The guard called over one of the healers, who started to mend Pandora’s wound. Normally, Pandora would do this herself, but she didn’t want to waste the little bit of energy she had left.

While the healer was working on her arm, Thor, Loki, and Finny came bursting in. Pandora was beyond relieved that Finny was safe.

“What happened here?” Thor asked the guard, who corrected her stance. “We aren’t sure, my prince. It appears that someone tripped the security system, causing one of the cells to open. Once that was open, they began to riot and let out the others.”

Finny ran up to Pandora, and Thor and Loki followed. “What happened to your shoulder?” Finny asked, worried.

“Oh… It’s nothing, really.” She said as the healer spoke up. “I’ve patched you up to the best of my ability, it should completely heal within the next few days. It might leave a small scar, though.”

Pandora shrugged, immediately regretting her choice of movement as she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. “Thank you.” She said to the healer through gritted teeth.

“Does it hurt?” Finny asked, but Pandora evaded his question. “I’ve had worse.”

“What happened here?” Loki asked Pandora, who frowned. “Well, a lot.” She said, giving a tired laugh.

“Did you send this boy to us?” Thor asked, gesturing to Finny and his sword. Pandora nodded.

“He wandered down here and accidentally knocked some sort of security switch that let some of the inmates out. I intervened and enchanted his sword to bring him to you guys. Figured you’d know what to do.” Pandora explained, and Finny looked at his sword in awe.

“Cool!” He said, and Pandora was glad that most of the bodies were covered with cloth. She wanted to protect this kid, even if she didn’t really know him that well.

“Thank you.” Thor said, looking around as some of the healers tended to the wounded, both prisoners and guards. “For helping.”

“Just trying to do the right thing.” Pandora said, playing with one of the bracelets she wore.

Thor looked at Loki, who shrugged. “Well, maybe this will cause father to have a change of heart.” Thor said, and Loki snorted in response.

“Let’s head down to the council. We were in session when the alarm came. I’m sure they’re all still there.” Thor said, and Pandora raised her eyebrow.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-” She started, but Thor cut her off. “Ah, well, do you have another?”

Pandora didn’t respond, and Thor turned to Finny. “Do you know where your parents are, child?” He asked Finny, who shrugged. “I dunno. Working?”

Thor sighed, but Pandora put a hand on Finny’s shoulder. “We can help him find his parents later, he should stick with us for now. He can… back me up on what happened down here.”

Thor considered this before nodding. “Very well.”

Finny grabbed Pandora’s hand as they followed Thor and Loki through the hallways and eventually into what Pandora assumed was the council meeting room.

Pandora was met with cold stares, and her breath hitched in her throat as she saw her parents sitting down at the table. They had aged a bit, but Pandora still recognized them.

Finny tore away from Pandora and ran towards the table, stopping in front of Pandora’s parents.

“Mummy! Daddy!”

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