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ellaa-writes · 3 months
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Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader
Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.
Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂
Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—
Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️
Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.
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It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.
Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.
Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.
"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.
"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.
"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.
"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.
"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.
"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.
"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."
"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.
" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.
"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.
"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.
"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.
"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.
"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.
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gildedmuse · 7 months
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Play Pretend (Please Don't)
Part I
[All my writing posts should come with an @jhaernyl credit. She doesn't always have to say much, but what she does makes me want to write something just for her.]
Its Zoro's first ever high school party, but even he knows what it means when someone sets a bottle down in the middle of the floor.
Robin somehow talks Nami into it, and Nami forces the rest of them because she's just bossy like that (and too embarrassed to admit she's only going because Vivi is there.)
Without hesitation, Zoro gives a flat no. He came here to get out of the dojo, the cheap watered down sake, and because his friends wanted to come, that's all. He doesn't see why he should be forced to sit around and watching a bunch of people he only half knows or likes giggling and whispering about who kissed who based all on a random bottle spin.
Then Robin slides up beside him, though before he can her no as well she speaks right passed him.
Robin: Will you be joining in as well, Torao-kun?
Law: Why? Are you going to try you luck, Fluer-ya?
Trafalgar Law is a black haired senior with a wicked smirk that curls around his lips the same way his tattoos curl across his olive skin. Both make him look just a little dangerous. Like a knife, or an unregulated kendo match.
Zoro's ends up standing there at the side trying to look disinterested and too cool and super adult - but in a cool way, not like a lame chaperone or something - sipping from his cup of watered down sake, pretending not to watch as Torao kisses four different people including - oh how gross - that stupid Ero Eyebrow (who of course goes and makes this huge fuss over how he shouldn't have to kiss Torao since he doesn't want to and only even played this game because the beautiful, sweet angel Nami-swan ❤️❤️ ❤️ requested his presence and-) Torao just smirks and grabs him by his stupid tie and drags him across the circle, and even though Zoro wants to gag at the sight, it's also sorta hilarious to watch how fast the waiter shuts up. When Torao lets go, Usoop howls, tears in his eyes, as he points out thats Sanji's face is an exact match for Kid's hair. Though Zoro doesn't actually catch the idiot's embarrassment. His vision gets caught on that hook, the upward turn of Torao's lips.
(After he shakes it off he tries to join in and poke fun at Love-Brow being an homophobic asshole, but all he sees is Black Lung's wrinkled shirt and wet lips and arg, why would someone as cool as Law waste his breath kissing someone so stupid?)
Eventually Hancock declares that this game is for children and they need to go the ante. Who is up for Seven Minutes In Marie Joice? (To no one's surprise this very quick decision comes after she FINALLY manages to get her spin to land "like a love arrow" right at Luffy, who only even sat in the circle, Zoro is sure, because Nami put down a tray of snacks. He doesn't even stop eating his chicken. Just keeps chewing staring up as the senior girl makes annoyingly high pitched baby sounds and wiggles around like a worm before finally going in for the kiss, only to miss when Luffy dives down at the plate. Her lips brush Luffy's hat and she squeals so loud Zoro winces and has to cover his ears. Why are people so weird about something as silly as kissing?)
Zoro: What's Seven Minutes In Marie Joice?
Bonney: Something you'll never get.
Some of the kids snicker, though most just shrug it off as the two of them being siblings (Bonney is older, it's practically her job to taunt him in such a manner). Zoro still doesn't have any clue what it means, so the insult goes entirely unnoted.
Law: That's not fair, Bonney-ya, I've heard Princess-ya's friends all find him very "cute".
Torao flashes Zoro a supportive smile and winks at him, letting him know it's all in good fun, none of which Zoro doesn't know how to react to. Sure, on the one hand, He's certain Torao is trying to stick up for him even if he still isn't sure what it's about. Then again, he brought up Perona's annoying little friends who sit in the backyard giggling when he's trying to practice kendo. Zoro has a feeling he's being teased whenever they come up.
The waiter snorts and lights a cigarette, as if that makes him look older and cooler. Zoro shamelessly smiles when he chokes on his first inhale.
Sanji: Bonney-chan is right, as always. Everyone here has too high of standards to go with someone as brutish as you.
Zoro / Bonney: Oi! What would you know about standards love boy? / Oi! Watch your mouth you stupid eyebrow kid!
Sanji: My apologizes oh Bonney-chan~~❤️ !!! However, you have to admit, your brother is too afraid to even join in a simple kissing game-
Zoro: I am not afraid! Why don't you come outside and say that to my-
Hancock: That's enough! I demand we begin the game!
Zoro is so ready to march off when Torao scoots closer to his classmate Penguin, patting the ground beside him. He seems to have decided that Zoro meant it when he said he wasn't afraid. Which he wasn't!
Law: Come on, Zoro-ya. It will be fun.
Zoro is going to go, but this makes him pause. He can't help but think about about how Hiyori, Smoker, Robin and even old eyebrow all got to kiss Torao. Also, Zoro isn't a coward! That's just as important to prove, so it isn't actually like he wants to kiss anyone at all, it's all about his reputation. With a glower towards the stupid love waiter he goes and takes his spot next Torao.
The second he does Law leans in a little closer, knocking their shoulders together. He leans in until he's close enough that even his whisper knocks the three gold bars hanging from Zoro's ear together.
Law: You'll like it, trust me.
Zoro refuses to shiver. Instead, he hides his reaction in his cup. He takes a sip of sake, making a muttered sound which could be agreement or whatever.
Zoro still doesn't understand the premise of the game. It's like spin the bottle but now pairs of people go back into Basil's downstairs bedroom for a few minutes (not actually seven, but just typically just until Hancock seems to deem it enough time) and people whistle and cheer when they come out. Law goes in with Bonney who looks super annoyed, then with Smoker again.
After that time, Toroa comes out with his shirt half unbuttoned and a smirk that makes Zoro all warm.
The first time it lands on Zoro, it's Nami who spins. He lays on the bed and listens to Nami complaining about "that bitch Hina" . Zoro didn't know Nami hated the pink haired girl so much. From what he gathers it has something to do with Hina and Vivi having been paired up to come in here together earlier. Zoro decides to nap until Hancock lets them out.
He forgets to ask Nami what it is they're supposed to do. 
When he comes out Love-Brow nearly attacks him, which Zoro is fine with (he's always happy to kick that blonde pervert's ass) but Nami jumps in and calls him idiot for thinking that anything happened. Eyebrow goes on about Nami's purity (puke) then nicks Zoro for "striking out". Zoro doesn't really care about waiter boy's opinion of him and just shrugs if off as him being an asshole like usual.
Law gives him a sort of smile though and ruffles his hair before patting him on the back.
Law: Bad luck, getting her on your first try. Come on, your spin will go better.
Then it's Zoro's turn to spin...
It comes really close to Sabo and Ace which makes Law tense up next to him - it's barely noticeable except Zoro is hyper focused on Torao the whole time, to the point where the nearly missed when the bottle stops.
Zoro's wondering why Torao had gone all weird when he hears a giggle.
Robin: How fortunate for me, Kenshi-san.
When they get back to the bedroom, Zoro sits at the end of the bed, unsure what else to do. Robin follows suit, sitting suspiciously close to Zoro, who automatically crosses his arms, trying to look ready for whatever. Even though he still doesn't understand the point of this game.
Robin looks at him and giggles.
Robin: Would you like a kiss, Kenshi-san?
Zoro: What! No, of course not woman! 
Zoro: ....
Zoro: Is that what we're suppose to be doing?
Robin: I believe it is the "fun" part of this particular game, yes.
Zoro: *frowning* What's the point in switching rooms and calling it something different if it's the same game? Just so people can pretend they're doing something interesting instead of just kissing each other more? Tch. How pointless.
Robin: It does seem rather secretive for just kissing. *Leans in and plants a soft kiss on Zoro, who is too shocked to protest in time* Perhaps you should ask Torao-kun to help explain it's objective?
Robin goes on to say that it's alright if they pretend they did kiss, though Zoro doesn't see the point in pretending such nonsense. Not until they leave the room and Law lights up with this wicked grin, leaning in close when Zoro sits back down.
Law: See, wasn't that way more fun?
Zoro: *Stomach all fluttery* Hmm? Oh yeah. It was.... Great.
For a while neither of them get picked which it turns out is Zoro's favorite part of the game because it's mostly just sitting around drinking and talking with friends. And Torao doesn't get up to disappear with some girl or have a bunch of friends show up and drag him away. He stays next to Zoro the whole time.
Sometimes they'll talk about the couple that goes into the room and Zoro is working on piecing together what is the point of the game is, though it still feels like a waste of time. If you want to kiss someone so much why not just ask them?
He brings this up to Torao, who chuckles and says it's a fair point.
Law: But then why are you playing, Zoro-ya?
Zoro didn't want to admit that he's playing because Torao was there and, honestly, he didn't know what it was, or that he thought of all those other people Torao has kissed and hadn't liked it.
Zoro: I don't know. Bored I guess?
Law studies him and Zoro tries not to squirm under his gaze. Finally, Zoro snaps, demanding to know what he's staring about, when Torao's curious looks blooms into a smile.
Torao leans close again, speaking so no one else can hear.
Law: It's alright, Zoro-ya. I won't tell...
Tell? Tell what?
Law: I think it's cute. *Knowing smile* You want to practice before you ask her out, huh?
Zoro: Eh?
What? Zoro honestly has no idea what Torao is talking about. Not until Torao bumps their shoulders together and nods over to the snack table.
Smoker is over there, having left the game a while back. He looks annoyed but is standing there anyway while Kuina's younger sister - who has been a total brat until Kuina agreed to bring her along - is clearly upset about something. Knowing her it has to do with the Young Marines club since she's always going on about it.
Zoro: What? Tashigi?
Law's meaning taking a moment to sink in. When it does Zoro is ready to get all worked up because why the hell would Torao suggest THAT!?
Zoro is cut off before he can raise the point properly by a bunch of whoops and cheers that he's learned means two popular or attractive people or people already a couple got picked.
Tashigi is the last thing in his mind as Ace saunters over to a pleased looking Law, who takes his hand and pulls himself off the floor in a way that somehow makes Zoro feel dizzy. Can people just standing up be consider attractive? The two of them don't even wait to get back to the room, sharing their first kiss while standing right there next to Zoro.
It is nothing like the short, chaste kiss Robin gave him earlier.
It feels like Hancock waits forever before telling Shachi to knock at the door. Ace comes out with this devilish grin, his jacket and belt tucked under his arm as if he hadn't had the chance to put them back on.
Zoro pointedly looks at the carpet so he doesn't catch what Torao looks like. Though when he sits down  next to him Zoro can't help but notice he feels warmer somehow.
If Law notices Zoro isn't purposefully ignoring him he didn't show it . He doesn't really seem to pay any attention to Zoro at all....
This game is stupid, Zoro decides, and it's not like anyone will notice if he just gets up and leaves.
Law: Zoro-ya
He has hardly even begun to move away when Torao calls for him.  So maybe Torao had been paying more attention to him than he'd thought. Zoro turns to look at Torao, surprised the older boy had been paying such close attention as to notice the moment Zoro had moved
Law is giving him a weird look that shifts seamlessly into a coy grin. Zoro is vaguely aware of some people giggling and his sister raising a fuss about something or another, really only tuning in to her voice because the way she says "Trafalgar" makes her sound honestly pissed off.
Torao is holding out a hand to help Zoro up off the floor, which Zoro takes without giving it much thought. It's only as Law starts walking then both away that Zoro glances back at the circle if their friends and classmates. And noticed where the bottle is pointing.
Law: Don't look so nervous, Zoro-ya
Torao chuckles as he opens the door, ushering Zoro inside.
Law: I'll be real good practice for you, I promise.
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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TW for horror ish elements but uh, AU where supernatural creatures exist and the world knows about them so they don't have to hide.
Steve is one of the prestigious Harrington Werewolves, large mansion backed onto the woods for full moons. People always respected or feared his father - a werewolf like him - and so his teachers at school would let him have the day of the full moon off. Where Steve would end up alone in his mausoleum of a house, pacing and trying not to scratch and pull at his hair or punch walls as he got more and more tense as he can start to feel the pull of the full moon. He's angry and hungry and so so lonely. He knows it would be easier with someone else there with him - with pack - werewolves are social creatures except his parents are never home, he doesn't trust Tommy or Carol not to poke and prod, and set him off in a violent rage. So he goes it alone, and it fucking sucks.
The full moon rises, he takes his clothes off, and Steve walks alone into the woods. He can feel it pulling inside him, the call of the moon or the wolf or whatever you want to fucking call it. It has gotten to the point where he can't ignore it anymore. He drops to the ground and screams. Hands grasping at the dirt beneath him, body convulsing as he changes. His bones snap. His muscles tear. Fur sprouts. His muzzle grows. It looks and feels like he is being torn apart. Steve is human and Steve is a wolf and he is both and he is neither and he can hear the moon calling and he wants to rip and tear and hunt and feed and he has no one to calm him down.
He awakens alone and naked in the middle of the woods, covered in dirt and what he hopes is dried animal blood. So he goes home, showers, crawls into bed and tries not to think about going to school tomorrow.
And then he meets Nancy and he's dating Nancy and he can feel the wolf in him getting possessive so he tries to hold back. Except he can smell her perfume from across the room and hear her heart beat all the way across school and he loves her. He wants her near, but he doesn't want to hurt her. And then Barb dies in his pool and Nancy blames them both and he can hear the rumours that he killed her and its eating himself up inside.
The Demogorgan dies and he tries to be better. Nancy says he's bullshit, their love is bullshit, and Steve can hear his own heart breaking.
Then he meets Dustin and the little shit worms his way into his heart, talking about a fucked up dog that ate his cat and asking for tips about how to talk to girls. He fights Billy and is winning until Billy fights dirty and pulls out the silver tipped knife and smashes a plate on his head. He saves their lives and can slowly feel Dustin becoming one of his. He goes round to the Henderson's place for dinner and finds that actually eating a large home cooked meal before the full moon makes the anger and the hunger not as bad. He can pick Dustin's heartbeat out of a crowded room and would recognize his scent anywhere. Steve's reluctant to mention it, maybe it's too much, but he lets it slip once and Dustin thinks it's AWESOME.
Robin starts out as just a coworker, then they get locked in a Russian base together with two kids who they both agreed to protect. And Steve gets tortured to protect Robin because he can take more hits than her. And he does and she thinks they killed him. But he's alive and they're drugged and they're in the mall spilling their guts on a bathroom floor and Steve can hear her heart rabbitting in her chest and can smell the panic rolling off her. Then he makes a joke about Tammy Thompson being a Muppet and it goes away and he knows that Robin is becoming one of his. His platonic soulmate. And she starts coming round to his place after the full moon with breakfast to share. Where she holds him and helps clean him and make sure he comes back to himself. He is not alone.
Next Dustin won't stop talking about Eddie, and Steve can feel the jealously rising in his gut like a horrid sickly thing. He knows that being a werewolf can make his emotions more intense, and he knows that Dustin still loves him but he can't help but worry that he's being replaced. Then Vecna happens and Eddie's wanted for murder and he's meeting Eddie and he can smell the sheer terror rolling off the guy. And then the confusion and relief when they believe him. Next thing they're on the lake and they're in the upside down facing down bats and Steve gives into the wolf as he bites down into it. Lets his eyes glow and his teeth sharpen as he growls when he slams that fucking bat into the ground. Then he talks with Eddie and he's actually kind of cool and really fucking pretty and Steve knows enough about his emotions to know that this could be the start of an all encompassing crush and he's trying hard not to focus on the fact that the vest smells like Eddie and therefore HE smells like Eddie.
Then they're facing Vecna and Steve can't help but extend his werewolf hearing, and he hears Dustin screaming his name, calling for him to come help, it's Eddie. So Steve fucking sprints back to the trailer as fast as he can only to find Eddie bleeding out in Dustin's arms. He knows first aid from his time as a life guard, he can hear his heart still beating, so Steve buckles down and tries to save Eddie's life.
And he does and theyre in the hospital and he's not healing the way a werewolf should and he can't help but focus on the sounds of everyone's heartbeat to ground him. Listening to the sounds of Eddie's surgery through the walls. Trying to push down the overwhelming hospital smell of blood and emotion and medicine and it's all too much and he's hurt and Eddie's hurt.
And that's all I got for right now lmao
(Sorry I keep throwing these aus at you, I don't have any Stranger Things friends and my brain will not stop throwing ideas out)
Oh my sweet christ. Listen I saw this in my inbox and KNEW it was going to be good so I saved it so I could savour every single word and fuck it was worth it
Steve so used to waking up the morning after a full moon with dried tears and dirty sheets, ready to start the clean up routine but Robin let herself and Dustin in. Both sleeping in the spare room. Robin hears Steve waking up and pads through to his room, sees the mess and goes to him, holds him. Tells him it’s okay, he’s okay. Dustin comes in with fresh sheets and kind eyes, dropping the sheets on the floor to crowd around steve. To let him feel that he’s cared for. And he does. For the first time in his life he does.
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Steve watches Eddie in the hospital. As soon as he gets discharged Steve does a patrol of the new trailer every night. Making sure he can hear Eddie’s heartbeat, forcing himself not to climb through the window when he can hear him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He never gets close, doesn’t watch him sleep or anything, he’s not like that, Steve just wants to protect and this is the only way he knows how without telling Eddie exactly how he feels.
It’s worse when he’s in wolf form, can feel the pull of Eddie, wants to be with him, wants to keep him safe. Steve wants to talk to Robin and Dustin about this whole body need but can’t. He can’t let them know that the wolf is winning. Can’t risk them looking at him with wary eyes. So he keeps himself quiet and he does his best to protect his friends.
That is until one full moon night one of Eddie’s ‘business meetings’ goes wrong and suddenly Hawkins own Steve Harrington is bounding through town in wolf form because Eddie is in danger.
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illarian-rambling · 7 days
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Thanks for the tag @scribble-dee-vee! Sorry it took me a sec
5 Lines Tag
My lines: a line describing liquid, a line with regret, a line with darkness, a line about food, a line with a lie
Your lines: a line describing liquid, a line with anger, a line about light, a line about a drink, a line with a half-truth
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A line describing liquid (Tw: the liquid is blood)
However, without words, Sepo not only lacked the meticulous control of other sirens, but he lacked protection from the raw divine energy currently coursing through his throat. That storm would sure serve as a distraction, however it would put them in just as much danger as the smugglers. And Sepo...
There had been dangerous times before---deep within the twisting corridors of the Trench---when he'd been forced to call on his double-edged power. Izjik still remembered the blood; sickening clouds blossoming from his mouth. Dragging his limp form through the grasping tube worms that lined the cramped tunnels, never sure if something was tracking their scent. Lightless days upon starless nights where he lay still and pale as a corpse.
She had to hurry.
A line with regret
"We definitely will," the halawemavar said with a matching grin. "But I am sorry for real. Yeah, you could've talked to me, but it takes two to have an actual conversation and I wasn't being exactly conversational. I should've trusted you to act with a cool head and came clean. I should've trusted you to help me through all this... whatever this is."
Sepo looked to his friend. Her expression was a touch distant, as it had been since he'd woken up. Izjik might be good at reading people, but she'd always been far too honest to wear her heart anywhere other than her sleeve.
<You don't have to do this alone,> he signed. <You never did. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way.>
A line with darkness
Her tongue was numb. There could've been a lot of things Izjik noticed upon waking up, but damn it, her tongue was numb, and her face throbbed, and her arms wouldn't move. She felt like one big, shitty lump of pins and needles.
Now, where in the double-fuck am I?
With a groan, she forced her eyes open. It was dark---the hope-eating kind of dark found at the bottom of the sea. Izjik closed her eyes again. Not like it made much of a difference.
A line about food
From the eye of the cyclone, Twenari waved cheerfully. She was conducting a veritable symphony of pots and pans all ferried about by discs of translucent orange energy. Simmering sauces formed unruly ranks, while the rice was busy boiling over in a milky foam. Sepo started to take his boots off and was nearly struck with another spoon making its way towards something that smelled of vinegar.
In a heartbeat, all was still. Everything hung as if suspended in resin. Then, Twenari gave a little clap, and like a cloud of trained birds, three plates were dished up and flew themselves to the spotlessly set table.
A line with a lie (2, if you can spot them >:))
"Look," Tyche continued, joining him on their host's sumptuous couch---which they'd extorted from the man several days ago. "You're gonna do fine. Just play along and, hey, maybe you'll be able to take an early exit?"
"Huh?"
"Head home early, you know?" Hit the bar before the rush, get us some good seats."
"I don't get it. Weren't you just saying the other day that this needs to go off perfect?" Djek was perplexed. Tyche was always saying he needed to take a more 'active' role. Wouldn't skipping out early be the opposite of that?
Tyche sighed. "Nevermind. You're a good man, Djek. It's been an honest pleasure to be in business together."
"Yeah, you too, ya blonde bastard." Djek smiled, an amber glow of contentment filling his vision. Or maybe that was just the spirits. He smiled even wider---there was nothing quite like getting thoroughly buzzed with your best mate.
Tyche might always use words like 'business' and 'asset' around him, but he knew the two of them were friends. Why else would the gangster have taken a chance on some broke urchin well past his begging prime? Why else would she have taken him across the world with her---from faraway Vay to Nacé, the pirate capital---swindling and blackmailing with hidden grins as they went?
Well, Djek did have some skills---and a lot of folk were altogether too damn covetous of them for comfort---but Tyche had always respected Djek for himself, not for what he could do. She was probably the only one in all the world who liked him for him. Even if she had a hard time saying it.
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Tagging @somethingclevermahogony @bumblebeebats @fortheoneswhowish @the-angriest-author @jessicagailwrites and YOU :D
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twistmusings · 1 year
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https://at.tumblr.com/twistmusings/hi-im-new-to-making-request-so-im-sorry-if-its/fkxir37dq71g can you do this request but with the second years?
The second years asking out a chubby!MC
CW: Internalized Fatphobia (Riddle, Azul), mentioned bullying (Riddle, Azul), unhealthy parental relationship (Riddle).
Note: Since there are simply so many second years, I'm going to split this up into two posts so that it's not a wall of text! Here is the continuation of this post! This post has Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, and Jade.
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Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle's mother left him with a lot of things that he is trying to unlearn. She always calculated precisely how many calories he should eat during a meal and gave food a moral compass. He knows that it's unhealthy now that he's older, but forcing himself to stop isn't easy.
Thankfully, he has some really wonderful people who are helping to unlearn those biases-- one of them being MC, who had told him stories of their own about how being plus sized had made people make unpleasant comments to them about it and how it made them ugly. He finds it baffling, really, that someone would because he thinks they're objectively pretty beautiful, but he supposes some people just don't have any taste at all.
They start going on small 'lunch dates' of a sort (their words, not his) so that Riddle could take some steps to broaden his palette and not feel so guilty for wanting to try new things without having to worry about doing the math for everything that he puts in his mouth. He loves sweets, so recently they've been doing a little café tour to see if they can find some new sweets to try. (Perhaps he's spoiled, but he always ends up thinking Trey would be able to make the desserts ten times better.)
It's during these lunch dates that Riddle starts to realize just how deep his feelings run. He finds himself noticing the way that they smile and how they move their hands when they talk. Whenever they say something kind to him or mention how proud they are, Riddle feels himself swimming in affection for them.
He also finds himself watching their lips move-- and more than once he's caught himself wondering how they would taste, too. Maybe they would taste like the sweet dessert they just ate? Or the drink they ordered? Or would they just taste like themself? The thought worms it's way into his brain and takes root, and now it won't go away.
Riddle clears his throat, sitting his fork down on the edge of his plate as he watches them eat. They're watching the people go by outside the window, seemingly oblivious to him entirely. Normally he would be kicking himself for staring but they're simply captivating.
He doesn't even realize what he's done until they make a curious noise and look at him, head tipped to the side. Riddle wonders why they've turned to look at him when he feels their hand shift under his.
When he feels... their hand-- Wait.
Riddle wasn't sure when his hand had found theirs, but they didn't seem to mind, linking their fingers with his easily in spite of their curious look. Even that simple gesture makes Riddle's heart kick against his ribs, and he hopes he isn't starting to flush.
He can do this. He just needs to... recover.
"These... are dates, are they not?" he manages to settle on that, hoping that they don't realize his nerves. He watches their eyes widen a fraction, and he wonders if they're starting to blush too. They smile at him, fingers squeezing around his own.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice." They replied easily. Riddle blinks at them blankly for a moment, and then feels himself go red.
"I see. I... apologize that it took me so long to realize."
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie has always found them attractive. He's never really understood why other places were so strict on policing people's bodies-- Sunset Savanna highly valued strength regardless of size, so it never made sense to him. You really can't judge someone for how healthy or strong they are by their size. What really matters is whether or not they can fight, and he wasn't really in a rush to get his ass beat.
Initially, what makes him start to develop his crush on them is that they catch him picking dandelions. Given how it went when Rook caught him, he expects that they will make fun of him over it. He's used to it, honestly. He was raised in poverty, so he's done all sorts of things to help himself and his grandmother survive, and nothing anyone says to him is going to make him regret or feel ashamed of that.
So he was quite surprised when they found out what he was doing and instead elected to help him, crouching next to him. He asks them why they're helping, and they simply told him they wanted to help him.
It took Ruggie a long time to warm up to their caring nature. He's a suspicious person by nature, and his gut feeling is to distrust their motives, but they never ask for anything in return, and simply seem happy to help him out. Initially he just lets them help him out-- after all, he would be kind of a fool not to. They're not asking for anything in return so he sees it as entirely beneficial to just let them help and sort of sees them as being naive for it. They do know that he will just end up using them, right? That he's doing this to reap the rewards and to look out for himself first, right?
At least... he was when this whole situation first started. He's really not sure when that changed, but at some point it stopped being a matter of him taking advantage of them offering things and gradually changed into him starting to view them as a comrade.
He can see himself catching feelings-- knows it's happening as it happens and it really sort of frustrates him because he never expected to find himself in so deeply when he first met them. And it's frustrating to him that he is frustrated by it-- after all it was pretty normal to want to find someone you liked and get closer to them right? Well, for him it was extremely difficult because he was so used to just looking out for himself that now that there was another person he would like to look out for it felt contradictory to his entire creed. Yes, he might do work for his community back home, but that's different from looking at someone else and thinking that he wants to see them safe and happy above all else.
Ruggie watches them, sitting there swinging their feet and sipping on the drink he'd made for them while they were waiting on him to finish up his shift at his part-time job. He's drying the water off of dishware behind the counter as his co-workers are working on closing down the rest of the restaurant. They'd offered to walk him home.
Ever since they'd gotten here, though, Ruggie was finding it hard to focus. He shakes his head at himself, forcing himself to look away from them and feeling his face twinge pink at catching himself staring. This was nothing, new, though. They always seemed to capture his attention like this.
It doesn't take him much longer to finish up, and within fifteen minutes they're stepping outside into the evening air together. They're laughing and chatting about the latest fun fact they'd read on Magicam, and Ruggie listens if a bit distractedly. Instead, he glances up toward the sky, mulling over the recent developments he's been making about his life.
It's not a bad thing, really. Falling in love with someone. He would have thought that he would be more nervous about this than he is, but instead he finds himself relaxing whenever he's in their presence. He can let his guard down because he knows that they will have his back if he needs them to.
"Ruggie?" Their voice cuts through his train of thoughts, and he turns his gaze toward them in an instant. "Do you have something on your mind? You've been quiet."
Ruggie feels himself start to grin before he can help himself, and he reaches a hand over, ruffling their hair.
"Just thinking we should get plan something to do soon. Together, I mean." Ruggie says it with an easy smile. He might just be asking them out, he'll decide when he's a little more ready. And if not now, someday, he promises himself.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had never really expected to meet them person to person when he first saw them: he'd overheard some of their classmates making jokes at the expense of their weight and it had really rubbed him the wrong way. He's not normally the sort of person who would lay himself on the line for someone else, but hearing the things that were being said, he couldn't help but to be transported back to when he was in middle school and people kept poking fun at him for being a "chubby, slow octopus".
Azul's brand of justice has always been very slow and orchestrated-- so when those students end up trapped in one of his contracts it should seem to anyone to be an accident. It wasn't his style to interfere in other people's problems unless they sought him out directly, though, so that suited him just fine knowing that they would never be any the wiser that he'd intervened.
So imagine his surprise when they showed up, in person, to thank him directly. He was immediately impressed by how sharp they were, as they explained that since they had noticed him being the only other one to pay attention to the remarks that they figured he was the one who stepped in and that they were grateful.
...And because Azul loves to have his good deeds praised, he invited them to stay for a little while and have some tea with him. They ended up chatting for quite a while.
They would run into each other periodically after that-- pretty infrequently to begin with, but it would grow to be nearly daily that the two of them would talk. Azul was always impressed by them and the different ways that they were impressive in spite of not being able to use magic.
It takes a long, long time, but eventually Azul tells them a little bit about why he did choose to intervene. About how he was constantly teased for how his body when he was younger and how it has caused lasting body issues that he wouldn't wish on anyone else.
Azul wouldn't normally have any trouble trying to ask someone out, however for the two of them, they just sort of... happen to start dating. They aren't entirely positive when, though there was certainly one particular instance that sort of solidified it.
"I have a favor to ask." Azul sighs, swallowing thickly as they sit down across from him, cup of tea in hand. They've been giving him concerned looks all day today-- after all, it's unlike him to be nervous.
"Uh... sure, what's up?"
He taps his fingers on the wooden table in front of him as he ponders over the best way to broach this subject. It was... difficult.
"My mother..." He begins, and then stops again.
"...Your mom?"
"She would like me to bring some classmates who are friends home for her to meet..." Azul hums, pushing his glasses up on his nose. They give him a skeptical look, like he's surely over exaggerating. "I would like you to come with me."
"To meet your mom?"
"Yes... As I'm sure you're aware, Jade and Floyd will likely also go back with me to visit their family and seeing as you're already quite familiar with them, I figured it would be the best to ask you."
"Mmmhm. What's the real reason, Azul?" Azul winces. Ah, yes, sharp as ever...
"First, because I trust you not to embarrass me in front of my parents..."
"And?"
"And second, because you are already... aware of how my true form differs from this one. I dislike the idea of being seen in it but... my mother wouldn't have it any other way, and I know that you aren't likely to make untoward comments. And I trust that you are to remain silent... at a price of course."
"...Are you bribing me to not talk about what you look like when you're in your mer-form?"
He was, in fact, going to bribe them. They agree, and tell him that there's no need to bribe them. He prepares all of the things they will need to go under the sea. Given how well that they handle his transformation to his octopus form and how much his mother seems to like them, coupled with the feelings that Azul was already beginning to harbor, they end up... simply dating. There isn't really a point where either of them asked the other out-- one day Azul simply asked what the two of them were, and they mutually agreed that they would like to be together.
Jade Leech
Jade has found them attractive since he first laid eyes on them, though he's not the sort of person who goes out of his way to flirt with someone he's just met. He's not so bold as that even if he is bold in a lot of other ways. Their first few interactions are similar to a lot of people's first impressions of Jade. He seems quiet and polite, and slowly they start to realize that he might just be more unhinged that Azul and Floyd.
He prefers to think of it as a quiet chaos, thank you very much. And he is very refreshed to see that they are surprisingly receptive to it. It's not often he can find someone who matches his wavelength in that way.
Unlike Azul, he's not the kind of person who has to stop and think over every eventuality to pursue something he wants. Once he realizes that he does have an interest in dating them, he's going to start flirting with them. If they seem interested in reciprocating his advances, he'll get a little more serious with his flirting and will eventually ask him out. He's surprisingly straightforward when it comes to matters of romance.
"You have something on your face." Jade hums. They look over at him-- they hadn't heard him, it seems. Jade merely smiles, wrapping his napkin around his fingertips and dabbing away the smear of sauce from the side of their mouth.
"Gross." Floyd chirps from where he sits, slumped forward onto the table. Jade quirks an eyebrow, glancing at his sibling across the table, though Floyd merely scrunches his face in distaste at them. "You two act all couple-y."
"Because he helped me wipe my face off?" They snort, shaking their head at Floyd. Jade knows that Floyd is wing manning, in his own way, but he's about as subtle as a steam engine. This isn't even the first time he's mentioned something about the two of them acting like a couple today. "So romantic. I'm swooning." The dead pan, and Jade can't help but to grin a little as they do. It's simply charming how comfortable they are around Floyd, despite the way he bears his teeth.
"Gross." Floyd repeats, further grimacing.
"Perhaps, if the opportunity presents itself." Jade hums, unguarded and entirely honest. They look at him, surprised and visibly unsure how to take that. He can't help the way that his grin widens to show the sharp points of his teeth, and he gently brushes his gloved knuckles along their jawline. "Isn't that right, dearest?"
Floyd groans, displeased at Jade doubling down. They also roll their eyes, seeming to share his sentiment despite the flush rising to their cheeks.
"You... are the worst."
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silenthillbunni · 2 months
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it's easy for other ppl to say that i should love my body. to think i should love my body. to judge me for being 'weak' or 'shallow' or whatever for not loving it. but they dont get it, bc they havent had to live with my body. how and why could i love it when i've mainly received insults nd ridicule for it? boys in my class used to joke abt my clothing size, my own friends talked behind my back and said things like yeahhh it was her who ate the entire bag of candy haha (even if i have an issue eating infront of other ppl. so i never even participate in eating or drinking anything w others. only some water but even that is difficult to do in front of others). my relatives judged me, nd i always had whatever was on my plate criticized by ppl around me. strangers in the store have side eyed me nd talked openly abt what items i bought and that i should be eating 'healthy'. my body has been judged and criticized wherever i've gone or have done. ppl stared, openly talked to eo abt how i should exercise or do this or that. ppl generally treat u worse and are rude to u if you're even slightly overweight. my shoulders are broad, my hips are narrow, i feel like everything is sagging. i have stretchmarks almost everywhere. i've lost weight bc of health issues but i still have back rolls in some angles. i still have fat armpits???? my body is just droopy and gross and i feel nauseous whenever i have to look at it. i love clothes but it's never fun bc nothing is flattering on me bc my body is so grotesque. my stomach is like dough. my arms r flabby. nd im pretty sure theres smth wrong w my body circulation bc like my legs are reddish while the rest of my body is my normal skin color. also.. ketasoris pilatoris (however tf thats spelled idc). anyway my body rlly is a horror show and i dont know. it's hard to "love" it or be fine w it bc i havent existed next to someone with it in it's natural state and not been scrutinized. (im lucky tho that my mom has never criticized my appearance or anything bc from my understanding it's smth many ppl have experienced). i mean sure when i've worn shorts in summer she's joked abt my legs been hairier than a man's but... not more than that. idk. it's just frustrating to be so judged for it. yes. i have a very complicated relationship w my body and appearance. im sorry if its annoying to u lmao? idk what to say. why would it be easy for me to exist unapologetically in my body? i can accept myself all i want, but if i cant feel that from others what will it matter? even if i often feel it, im not an island. im dependent on other ppl's input. it's just frustrating when ppl act like it should be easy or that i am weak or stupid for hating the way i look. it hurts to not ever receive a little bit of sympathy or compassion. no. im just stupid and weak and annoying!!!!! well. whatever. i dont care. at least the ground will accept my body wholly and completely when it eats me and i'll nourish the earth. worms and insects will accept me exactly as i am. it will all be absolutely unimportant to them. they wont even care abt whatever feelings i have abt it. theyre completely apathetic to all of it.
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It's Just (Pain)t || Van & Thea
TIMING: late may. LOCATION: worm row. PARTIES: @notstinky & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van comes across thea walking home from work at the grit pit and offers her a ride. CONTENT WARNINGS: suicidal ideation (passive), unsanitary.
Even if Van wanted life to just stay still, it would continue to move around her. There were bills to pay (unfortunate) and meals to eat (delicious). There was pizza to make, too, even if that wasn’t necessarily her job. On the days she worked, she often came home smelling like marinara despite only touching the pizza when handing the paper plates or boxes to the customers. She was grateful for the distraction it brought, even if only a little comedic. It was better than remembering the way that Debbie’s body had made her trunk sink down. Instead, she could focus on the way her car smelled like a mixture of marinara sauce and air freshener. 
So she focused on that, instead of the way that her car felt a little too big with nobody else in it. Van was close to home now, but she immediately slammed on her brakes at the sight of somebody– Thea, covered in grime and what she was almost sure to be blood. It might not have been so noticeable if she hadn’t seen her in that exact state only a handful of days ago. She threw the car into park and nearly threw herself out of the driver’s seat. She should have kept driving. She should have pretended to not see. Maybe texted Thea later to check in, but there was a distinct ache in Van’s chest she couldn’t ignore. “What–” But the blood was dry, and there were no wounds. Instinctively, Van’s gaze swept over the wound that she knew to match her own, and she looked back up at her. “Why are you–” Maybe Thea was into theater. Maybe she’d been too lazy to wipe the stage makeup off. She had mentioned blood– limbs, too. Didn’t Thea say she worked as a janitor? Where the hell would somebody go home looking like that with the title of janitor? “Are you okay?”
— 
Thea had worked worse jobs, somehow the Grit Pit and its grime didn’t compare to Tim Horton’s and the entitlement of people buying mediocre coffee. Most of the time she was left alone to go about her business. Yes, the shifts were weird and yes her job wasn’t exactly legal but who was she to complain? Stable employment for someone who wasn’t legally allowed to be working in the country was fine enough for her and the less questions people asked, the better. No one wondered why blood didn’t make her queasy or the odd stray body part didn’t make her squirm. Yes, she came home bloody most days, smelling like cleaner and shit, but she was paid, she was happy, and after a nice shower, she would be normal. Thea lived her life in small desires; people that would text her back, a roof over her head and enough frozen dinners to last the month. Never mind that the flavor was nonexistent in the chicken marinara, that was still her favorite type. 
Sometimes, though, her nights featured an upset. One time, she got sprayed by a skunk. Another time, someone catcalled her, but in the literal why-is-someone-meowing-at-me sense. This time, a dark figure rushed towards her. Yes, Thea could see well in the dark–a trait she assumed to be shared by all normal humans–but if she chose to use her logic instead of panicking was another thing. “I have pepper spray!” she shouted; she did not. What she had was an aerosol can of easy spray deodorant that she hoped looked like pepper spray. “And I’m poor so don’t even bother mugging me!” As the figure halted, Thea took a second to survey the features. “Oh, hi Van!” She greeted her new friend (she hoped she wasn’t being presumptuous) with a bright smile, unbefitting of her the night or her sullied clothes. “What?” She followed Van’s gaze down at her blue jumpsuit. Oh. “Oh.” 
Thea was an average liar, she was either strangely skilled or terrible. All of it balanced out to just average. “It’s just paint!” She waved her hand in the air. “I was pairing! As I do! ‘Cause I’m a janitor?” Did janitors paint? Well, they did now. “Um, what are you doing here…?” She gestured to the dilapidated surroundings: the worn houses and cracked cement. “It’s not really safe to be walking around. Are you okay?” 
— 
Thea was hollering about pepper spray and Van braced herself for the sting that never came. Instead, she seemingly calmed down, recognition flitting over her features. Even if she was happy that Thea hadn’t peppersprayed her, she couldn’t say that she was happy to see the girl in the state she was in. It bothered her on more levels than one. 
Had Thea even realized what she looked like? Maybe. She smelled bad, which was unusual, even though she’d only met Thea once (it had been a several hour stint, take that u-haulers), but she hadn’t smelled terrible like she did now. Van tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but she wasn’t sure she was managing it all that well. “Paint that smells like…” Gunk? It wasn’t Van’s job to interrogate Thea. She had already mentioned cleaning up blood and limbs, and it still did not make sense to her. Maybe Van should have been scared, but Thea’s presence was comforting, despite the horrors she mirrored. 
“What? I live a couple of blocks over, remember?” Worm Row had always been home for as long as she could remember. She knew that her mom had wanted to find somewhere else, somewhere ‘safer’, but they never got the chance. Van chewed the inside of her cheek and pointed at her car which was idle behind her. “I drove. I don’t really walk… a lot. I board sometimes, but that’s it.” Her longboard was at home stuck in the closet. She couldn’t bear to look at it, because by doing so, it meant acknowledging there was normalcy, and she wouldn’t allow herself that. 
“Paint that smells like what?” Thea asked, offering an innocent tilt to her head and a soft barrage of blinking. Oh, she knew exactly what she smelt like. Blood had a strong, metallic odor and the innards she scraped into a bag didn’t exactly smell like flowers or febreeze either. “Sometimes paint smells funny! It’s, um, oil-based.” Thea realized as soon as Van didn’t press the issue that she probably didn’t need to add more to her lies but her curse of needing to over-explain got to her. All she could do was hope that Van didn’t know that oil-based paints did not smell like sour metal. Blood did, though, and as far as Thea knew, no one painted with the stuff. “Oh, board? Like skateboard?” Thea’s eyes lit up; the only sort of ‘boarding’ she knew how to do was snowboard and even then she face-planted more times than she actually slid down a hill. Skateboarding was always cool, according to Thea who was always envious of people that could do it. 
“Actually,” Thea admitted sheepishly, “I don’t remember much about the car ride. Um, I guess your house seemed like it was kind of in the same neighborhood as me but mostly I was just trying not to…” Breakdown. Again. The air felt thick all of a sudden, as if speaking of that day pulled a darkness over them. Thea swallowed thickly, struggling to figure out how air was supposed to work. She blinked. Van was here, staring at her. She was covered in blood. Her eyes drifted and noticed Van’s car parked at the side of the road, a ways down. Thea blinked again. 
“Were you...worried about me?” Thea stepped closer. “Van, that’s really sweet of you but, um, shouldn’t I be worried about you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or several. Also you smell like pizza—which isn’t bad! Pizza is a great smell! I mean, not that I’m smelling you.. it just, uh, we’re downwind right now. And um…” Thea trailed off, realizing she was probably talking too much.  
Thea said something about oil paints and Van’s brows creased. She didn’t think that was right either, but what if she was telling the truth? What if by interrogating her, Thea thought that she didn’t trust her? What if it made her upset, or made her decide to turn the other girls against her like in those horror movies where the most annoying one ended up dying? Instead of telling her that she smelled like the night Debbie died (only, less vulgar), she kept her mouth shut. She would rather believe Thea about the painting anyway, it made more sense than being covered in blood, even if she had already admitted to… dealing with it. She was grateful that Thea seemed interested in the topic of boarding and Van took a moment to respond before shaking her head. “No, I longboard. But I can skateboard, too, it just doesn’t feel as…” She tried to think of the word, but couldn’t come up with how it actually felt, so she offered, “smooth?” 
It was weird to consider Thea as a friend, especially after what had happened. Van wasn’t really sure if Thea considered her one, but she would like to think that the wound they shared wasn’t the only bond they had carried away from the death pit that night. Even if she wasn’t sure how to lean on the others, she knew that she would need them regardless of not wanting to. “Oh… yeah– um.” Van felt stupid. Of course nobody else was paying attention. Even driving home from the pit, Van had felt like she was on autopilot. “Sorry.” Van picked at the dry skin on her thumb with her index finger, not sure what else to do with the silence. 
“Um, dude, you’re covered in bloo– oil paint, and I didn’t know.” Van decided to lean into the fib, if not for her sake, then for Thea’s who looked like she might fall apart at any moment. Was this what she looked like to others, too? How come she’d been assigned the one to keep it together today? “So yeah, and I haven’t seen you since…” Van paused, choking down the admission of what they’d done, “the movie night.” That was easier. “Ghosts? What– um… I smell like pizza because I just got off work.” Of course Thea didn’t know she worked at Sly Slice, the conversation hadn’t ever come up. Van chewed her bottom lip, inhaling sharply only to regret it at the sour smell that was coming off of Thea. “Sorry if I freaked you out.” Was this Thea’s way of telling her to leave her alone? Her stomach sank. “You don’t drive? I can…” She looked at Thea, taking in her appearance. Despite the gore, she was still pretty. How she had managed that, Van wasn’t sure, but even if she wanted to focus on something other than the smell, it was a little hard. “I can drive you home?” 
Talking about longboarding and pizza seemed like a banal conversation, even to Thea, who was the self-proclaimed president of banal conversations. So Van could longboard, whatever the heck longboarding was. That was cool. And so Van worked at some pizza place; that was also cool. Despite how cool Thea found both of those things to be, nothing was cooler than the kindness being extended to her. She wasn’t sure if Van realized it, but she was pretty. And also pretty rad…which was a very lame thing to think, even to Thea, who was the self-proclaimed president of thinking lame things. Thankfully, Van could not read minds. “You’re the one that had to drive us. You took us into your home. Being covering bloo– oil paint is, like, nothing compared to that.” Thea bit down on her lip. “I just mean…you’re thoughtful, you really are. And sometimes thoughtful people forget to take care of themselves too.” 
Her gaze moved to Van’s car. “You’d do that?” She asked, as if Van might walk the invitation back at any moment. Normally she would decline to be polite, but this time she was convinced if she turned Van down they would both be stuck on the sidewalk locked in a perpetually awkward conversation about work and longboards and Thea would confess that pizza gave her gas and there was no saving a conversation when it entered into the topic of gas. “I can't afford a car,” she explained slowly. She also wasn’t entirely sure she could get insurance, affordable or not. “Do you want to be locked in a small area with me?” She laughed, tugging at her jumpsuit. “I’d take it off but I think I smell worse underneath; not all of us can be pizza scented.” She smiled. “Um, unless you prefer the smell of sweat, then I can take it off. Bloo– oil paint smells worse, I think.” 
Van blinked at Thea, then nodded. “Yeah, the oil paints.” She didn’t know if Thea was doing a bit now, or if they were replacing blood with oil paints. Probably the latter. Van liked that. It made the conversation easier to have, and it made Van think less about the way that Thea had dropped down to her side and cried into her hands over Debbie’s body being dumped into the pit. If Van could stop thinking about that moment, it’d be too soon. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She wanted to be a normal girl who worked at a stupid pizza shop who sometimes longboarded. That was what she wanted to tell people. People like Thea. The wound on her stomach protested the thought of normalcy, however, and Van involuntarily winced. “I… it’s nothing.” Van didn’t think she was thoughtful. She was actually pretty selfish. “I think that you’re thoughtful, too, for thinking that I’m thoughtful.” Because even if she wouldn’t admit it, it was what she needed to hear. 
“This was my mom’s old car.” Van paused, then cleared her throat again. Every time she did, the smell of sulfur and Thea filled her nostrils. At the comment about whether or not she wanted to be locked in a small space, Van shrugged. “I can open the windows.” It probably wouldn’t help with the way that the town was smelling, but the thought of letting Thea walk the rest of the way home made her nervous. Especially dressed like she was. “Sweat is okay, I don’t…” usually smell like sweat. Van didn’t do very many things that made her sweat at all. She detested working out, running, anything that could break a sweat. “But it’s okay.” She leaned around to try and get a look at Thea’s back. At least she wasn’t covered in oil paint there. “Come on.” Van smiled at her before retreating to her car. “Do you usually walk to work? Do you bike or anything?” 
Van was a mystery: she considered Nora to be a friend, Cass’s fanfiction made her very known to Thea, and then Ren was…. well, she was also a mystery but Thea felt like she understood her gist well enough. Van, however, remained unknown. She understood that the other woman was kind and there felt like an air of something about her—the way bad memories hung in the air. It might have been the shared murder experience, but Thea was inclined to believe that more mystery lived inside Van than guilt over Debbie. Perhaps it soothed her to pretend like Van’s guilt was something more so her own lack of guilt felt normal. Thea smiled. “Well, I’m not the one picking poor, tired girls up off the street and taking them home.” Her smile grew. “You’re nicer than you think.” 
Thea pulled at her bloody jumpsuit, thinking nothing of how much worse it was to be stripping in the neighborhood. She didn’t smell as horrible underneath, but ever since Nora had called her stinky, she remained vigilant of possible bad odor situations. “Oh, so the car’s like a hand-down?” Her first car had been a consolation gift from her mother’s new boyfriend, and she’d always felt so terrible about driving a newer car when her father’s was held together by tape and a prayer. She’d always left it in the driveway, taking her father’s instead and leaving him no choice but to use hers. One day the car was rear-ended and that was that, no new car to feel guilty about anymore. She shuffled into the passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt in place and offering Van a large, thankful smile. “I usually bike. I never thought I’d miss Toronto’s public transit; like yeah, it smells like piss and people get stabbed a lot but it works well! The last time I tried to take a Wicked’s Rest bus, it stopped by the woods and the bus driver left me alone for an hour.” She was also sure the new bus driver that had come out from the woods was a different person, but she didn’t want to sound silly in front of Van. 
“Um, do you like driving?” She asked, then pointed out. “A left here, please.” 
Van felt heat at the back of her neck at Thea’s comment. “That was like, super smooth, you do know that, right?” She let out a laugh of her own. It was a little strange, being in this moment with somebody who you had murdered somebody else with. They all shared a wound, and Van’s still throbbed at her navel. She wished it would have gone away, but it was for sure going to scar, and she hated that about it. But it would be a reminder of the crime they had all committed, and Van still wasn’t sure how to feel about not turning herself in. They had been attacked first, that was a fact. Van still wasn’t sure why it had happened in the first place, but she wanted to believe that it’d been some mistake. Killing Debbie, however, hadn’t been one. They would be the ones in the death pit if they hadn’t done something. Were five lives worth more than one? Van wasn’t so sure, but she knew that she hadn’t wanted anyone else to die in that moment, much less the one attacking them. 
Her mind drifted from the severity of their situation to the girl getting into her passenger seat. After she was buckled in herself, Van looked over at Thea with a fading smile. “People get stabbed here too, I guess. But it happens so often that it never makes the news.” Would Debbie make the news? She realized that it hit a little too close to home and she cleared her throat, following Thea’s verbal directions. “Do I like driving? I mean, I guess? It’s a good way to clear your head.” She slowed to a stop at a stop sign. “But I like riding my board more, mostly cause it’s better, you know? For clearing my head.” It was also the only exercise she ever willingly did, but that was besides the point. 
“Really?” Thea beamed, shoulders relaxing. No one ever called her smooth; she was decidedly the opposite. For a short moment, it struck her that her own casualness must have seemed odd; what sort of person laughed and smiled after murder? She wanted to explain that it wasn’t her first time, as if the admittance would have made anything better. Thea didn’t think about death, or how often it seemed to follow her. In hindsight, killing someone who was going to kill them seemed more moral than her usual fare of hikers and acquaintances. As she liked to see it most of the time, she was just a normal girl with a bit of an irregular problem. As soon as she got it sorted out, it would be liked she hadn’t murdered anyone ever at all! Right? “Do you like girls, Van?” She asked innocently, taken by a genuine curiosity. In an instant, her face reddened and her hand flew wildly into the air. “Um–  don’t mean– I'm not trying to flirt with you! I was just– I was asking!” She swallowed thickly. “Um, okay, just-forget-I-asked-oh-my-god-I’m-so-sorry.” The particles of confidence Van’s compliment had given her vanished quickly. 
“People get stabbed? Regularly?” Thea’s embarrassment vanished just as quick as it came, as well. That hadn’t been on any of the sites she’d seen, or the brochure. “I thought…” She trailed off. “This place seemed so normal. So, nice…that’s why I moved here…” she mumbled, thankful as Van went on about longboarding again. “I get what you mean. I used to love long drives—just empty roads and music. One day, you have to let me watch you ride on your board! Um, in a not creepy way. I mean, I guess by me saying that it sounds creepy now but uh…” Thea stopped herself again. “Turn right over there.”
Being bisexual was decidedly the only thing that Van was actually chill about. Despite her overly awkward nature, being kind of gay was a whole personality trait. She had half-expected to jump out of her skin at this kind of question, especially after the way her last relationship ended, but she gave Thea a nod, her own laughter ringing through the car as Thea reassured her that she wasn’t hitting on her. “Dude, have you seen women?” She gave the girl a brief glance. Even covered in blood, she was still pretty. Even with tears in her eyes at the top of the hill, she’d been pretty. Van felt monstrous, then and now, holding down everything she’d seen prior to Debbie’s death like a buoy of banishment. She didn’t deserve to sit next to Thea who had cried over Debbie. She deserved to be with Nora, who had stabbed Debbie through the head. 
She was pulled from her thoughts by Thea’s question and Van nodded. “People are stab happy, I think. But I was never allowed to have knives, so I never like, become a part of that or anything.” She wasn’t sure if there were really people going around to do it just because, or if that was the kind of crime Wicked’s Rest had. “It can be normal, if you ignore the stabbing.” And all the other weird things that happened, like melting walls and exploding glass. She would think that maybe black holes needed to be ignored, too, but Van hadn’t been in Wicked’s Rest when that happened. Prior to meeting Thea, Van didn’t know that anyone could be quite as awkward as her. Thea stumbled over her words like Van often would and she shook her head. “No, it’s not weird or creepy!” We already did something super weird and creepy together, so that’s the least of my worries! She swallowed the words and made the turn as Thea instructed. “I can teach you, too, if you ever want to?” Some semblance of normalcy; of being twenty somethings in a town built to destroy them. “Only if you want, though.” 
“I have seen women,” Thea squeaked from her spot, sunken into herself. As it always happened when she met someone who wasn’t exactly straight, Thea warmed with understanding but Van was different. It must have been the murder or the fact she had offered her car out to her not once but twice: she felt safe. Her gaze, once glued to the car mats, dared to flicker towards Van. Thea felt okay and over the rumble of Van’s car and the occasional streetlight that streaked by, she felt normal. She thought she could reach over the console and flick the music on and find Carly Rae Jepsen singing about boy problems or running away from California. She thought she could laugh, she thought she could tell Van that she thought she was pretty despite her pizza shift. She thought she could explain that Chinese chili oil over cheap cheese pizza was the best invention, and her jars of Lao Gan Ma stood as evidence to how much she liked it. She thought she might talk about how her dad peeled oranges for her; she thought she might ask about Van’s parents. 
In the end, nothing left her lips. They parted as if she had something of substance to say. Thea swallowed. One day, probably, she’d eat Van. Van would be camping or hiking or maybe she’d want to check in on a full moon and that'd be it— Van would have been the girl who offered rides and longboards and then she would have sat inside Thea’s stomach where she would churn and churn until she turned into shit. Literal shit. She’d be lucky if Thea plucked a hair or two out of her mouth. Maybe she’d keep them as a grim reminder. “Do you think…” she paused, watching the night sky and the stars. “…do you think anyone who hurts people is bad? If I hurt you…would you think I was a bad person?” Thea swallowed; what a stupid question. She hoped Van didn’t hear her. 
Van went on and the idea sounded so normal and good. Thea wanted it. “Yes,” she gasped, escaping from her trance. “Please, I’d love to learn.” She turned and smiled as Van as wide as she could, watching the way her arms tensed against the steering wheel; the way her fingers curled— so human of her. “I’d like that a lot, Van.” And she had nothing to give back to her. “The house is just down that street there.” 
Silence enveloped them and all Van could hear was Thea’s soft breathing and the hum of the car’s engine. She thought about the Thea she knew, and who she had been prior to arriving in Wicked’s Rest. What had her friends been like? Was she popular in school? Van hadn’t been. She’d been the opposite, actually. She lived with her headphones glued over her ears. That way, it was easier to tune everyone else out. That way, she could be herself and not have to worry about what other people were saying. Van half-wondered what kind of person Thea would have been in her life if she had been from Wicked’s Rest. If they would have been friends, or if they would have shared rides together once Van got her car. If Van would have taught her, and the rest of them how to longboard in the common. If Van would have slipped them slices of pizza after a shift while they went and caught a movie at the drive-in. Van wondered, very briefly, what kind of person Thea could have been to her had they not been forced to draw blood that night. Almost as if a reminder of Debbie, the slash at her stomach ached. 
Van rolled to a stop at another light and she looked over at Thea as the question rang through the air. She contemplated it for a moment. She didn’t think that Nora was a bad person for putting a knife through Debbie’s head, but that was because it was her or them. Van hadn’t wanted to die then, and she didn’t want to die now. Even if she thought she was a bad person, she didn’t know if she thought the others were. They were just girls trying to survive a tragedy, and wasn’t that always how it went? “I don’t think you’d want to hurt me.” She didn’t know Thea that well, and maybe deciding that while she was covered in blood– or maybe oil paints, Van still wanted to believe her, wasn’t the smartest thing, but Thea had been right there beside her the night Debbie died. “And if you did, it’d either be for a good reason, or you wouldn’t have meant it.” Because wasn’t that true for all of them? They had taken Debbie’s life out of necessity. It was her, or it was them. 
The house was at the end of the street and Thea was practically jumping out of her seat at the idea of longboarding together. Van felt a little distant, given her earlier question. It was a lot to question, and she realized that maybe there was some weight to it she didn’t want to focus on. Van instead smiled at Thea and pulled up to the driveway, twisting in her seat to get a good look at her new friend. “You should definitely shower.” This whole situation had been a little weird, but maybe that was something they could both agree on. “If you um… if you ever need a ride again, by the way, just call me? It probably isn’t great to be walking around Worm Row a ton.” She would know, she had lived here her whole life. “So just let me know?” 
Stars thousands upon thousands of miles away twinkled, bursting with fiery energy that Thea could never truly fathom except with numbers and scientific jargon. In the cosmos, Thea imagined that the world’s problems shrunk into atoms and molecules. What could be seen of Earth was the oceans, the atmosphere, the masses of land. No one would be able to see the way the red stoplight danced across the dashboard of Van’s car and lit up her face like a fire burning far beyond either of them— like their own star, hanging just above. They couldn’t hear the sound of Van’s voice against the hum of her car. They’d never know Thea had dug her short nails into the palms of her own hands, trying to keep herself steady. Her dream of being an astronaut was long gone; even if she could cure herself, going back to school and getting a PhD would be another uphill battle. Her dream of being a good person might still be in reach. 
Their world inside of Van’s car flashed to green and houses and lights streaked by again. Thea, whose gaze had been locked on Van, turned and stared at the street and then, the shitty house she was renting a room out of. “Sometimes… It’s not about wanting to do it. Sometimes there’s no reason at all. It just happens.” Van was a good person, Van was a nice person. Van offered rides and offered her house and offered to teach her how to longboard. Thea wanted to be like that. She squeezed her bundled coveralls. She should definitely shower. Thea turned to Van, forcing herself to smile lest their ride end on an awkward note. “I can handle myself but I do just happen to be in the market for a pretty girl to drive me around in her pizza-smelling car.” Thea reached for Van’s hand, squeezing gently; she would have offered a hug if she hadn’t just come from work. “Thank you, Van; you’re a good person.” She released her hand, slipping out of the car and walking up to the door of her house. 
With a glance back and a smile, she waved. From space, no one would be able to see the tears that had built up in Thea’s eyes. She hoped Van couldn’t either. 
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oooh what's some of ur penny lamb (legoland) hcs!!!
Okay so first of all it took me AGES to get to this and for that I'm SORRY but anyways disclaimer I haven't even read Legoland in its entirety yet I keep putting it off 😭 so these are kinda more general I think
- (these first couple are rtc specific but after this it's general I promise!!) I like to think that after being brought back, penny remembered the choir and I know this is very unlikely but it makes me happy to imagine she has some vague idea of who they were/what happened but she's not really aware of it? It makes me sad to imagine she loses all her memories again and I also choose to believe that Legoland penny is rtc penny too.
- speaking of that, her and Ricky were friends before the accident argue with the literal wall. They were definitely each other's first real friends at St. Cass cause everyone kinda ignored Ricky and penny was. Penny
- But anyway, penny in general time! She gives everyone rocks she finds outside but they're not even remotely cool looking? They're like straight up plain rocks but she always says "this reminded me of you" and it has like. No distinguishing qualities??
- She would also give people bugs. Idk if you've seen those tiktoks where that person is in their garden at night and just grabbing various animals/insects but that's so her. She'd go "hey can you hold this rq" and it's a literal handful of worms
- she would take a bug as a pet and keep it in a container under her bed but then get nervous about getting caught and throw it out the window one night because she would also feel low-key guilty for keeping it out of its home (definitely not based off something I did as a child)
- I low-key think she knows how to like, forage? She grew up on that commune and I'm imagining the crunchiness levels were off the charts like she was definitely eating grass and sticks as a child but also knows what mushrooms/flowers will kill you
- because of this she has the immune system of a horse like she's never been sick in her life, as opposed to ocean who gets sick if you look at her wrong during flu season
- walks almost completely silently and scares everyone. Constantly. She would pop out from behind things and yell "DANGER" at them. And they would always be genuinely surprised
- had a HUGE horse girl phase like would beg for a horse every day because she read an American girl book about a ranch (I definitely didn't do this either)
- Ricky's 14th cat was a new one at the time of the accident and was named by penny. Was named nickel because then they would be matching. (And I know they're Canadian but they know about American currency shush)
- penny is kinda just Like That like, she didn't really act too different as Jane doe. She was just quieter but she would definitely go up to people reciting animal facts or stand really really close to somebody by accident and just stare at them (not to be creepy she just has an off putting vibe to her)
- your honor I don't care WHAT the Legoland script says she is a LESBIAN
- she not only collects antique dolls (we all know this by now) but she probably has at least 3 other miscellaneous collections. Or maybe they're sub-groups of dolls. Like she collects clowns, porcelain dolls and stuffed animals for example
- would definitely have at least one teddy where the face is replaced with a clay face plate that she sculpted herself to look *creepy*
- wore a lot of victorian ruffly shirts when she was alive. Kinda like Jane's in the musical but with some variety
- I am a "penny lamb short double braids" truther cause I couldn't decide what hairstyle I liked better for her
- and finally. Undiagnosed autism. But you'd really think someone would've picked up on it at some point
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Power and Control - A VaaZel Fic
Vaati aims to please his Lady after a month of chastity.
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Happy (belated) holidays! This is my Secret Sheikah present for @dumpster-lizard this year! I really hope you like it, and I had a lot of fun writing it! This is also (somewhat) a continuation of Day 25 from this year’s Kintober! The title comes from the song “Power & Control” by MARINA, and this was beta’d by incoherentstuttering_exe!
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Rating: Explicit
Ship: VaaZel
Word Count: 1.8k
Applicable Tags: Femdom, Cock & Ball Torture, Chastity Kink, Chastity Device, Fantasy Racism, Microaggressions (it's like one brief sentence and immediately addressed, but tagging it just in case), Clothed Sex, Pillow Humping, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teasing, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Bratting, Pet Names, Historical References, Pegging
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Vaati leaned against the stone surface of Hyrule Castle’s hallway with his arms crossed as he waited outside the wooden doors of the council chamber. The meeting began several hours ago, and his patience was reaching its limit. He puffed his breath at the lilac hair that hung over the right side of his face, causing it to flutter for a moment. In Hylia’s name, this better be over soon, he thought to himself.
Vaati’s wish was granted as the oak doors opened with a creak, and the representatives of the various races of Hyrule filtered out. The last one out was Her Royal Highness Princess Zelda. She turned her head and spotted Vaati, the baby pink skirt of her dress swaying as she went to meet him. “Took you long enough,” he sighed. “I’d think that discussing the trade route between Zora’s Domain and Death Mountain wouldn’t take all day. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Gorons couldn’t get such a concept through the heads that are as dense as the rocks they eat.”
Zelda lightly slapped Vaati’s arm with the back of her hand. “Really? I thought you’d know better than to say things like that! Let me assure you that the Gorons are noble and intelligent people.” The auburn-haired princess walked past Vaati, turning her head to look at him. “Not everyone is an all-knowing mage like you assert yourself to be.” She smirked and made her way down the hall.
“Excuse me?! You were the one who appointed me in the first place!” Vaati chased after her, his indigo cape trailing behind him with each step. Zelda stopped in front of the door of her personal chamber, and the mage quickly wormed his way in between them. “I will not allow you to degrade me or my work, Princess. I am aware of my own power, and so are you.”
Zelda tilted the disguised Minish’s chin up, looking down at him with mirth. “I’m surprised you’ve been this bold today, Vaati. It seems you’ve forgotten the date.” The redhead paused as the gears in Vaati’s head turned, resulting in a look of horror and shame from the mage. She lowered her voice, her eyes darkening. “However, if you wish to remain… confined, I wouldn’t deny you.”
“N-no, my Lady.” Vaati sputtered. “My apologies for talking back.”
“Good boy~” The princess teased, taking out a keyring from a hidden pocket of her dress and unlocking the door behind Vaati. She stepped forward, forcing him into the room before locking the door behind herself. “Now, present yourself to me.” Zelda sat in the carved mahogany chair across from where Vaati stood, cushioned by a blue and gold brocade pillow. She gestured her hand down from the mage’s head, motioning for him. Vaati lowered his scarlet breeches to the floor, his pale skin turning almost as red as the fabric they’re made of. 
He lifted his tunic, showing the contraption that restricted his cock for the past month. Gold-plated metal covered the shaft and glans of Vaati’s length, with a ring constricting his large testicles underneath his member. The golden metal joined red leather up to his waist, forming a belt that reached around his waist and down his ass, with a removable golden plug completing the chastity belt. Zelda beckoned Vaati with her finger, and he looked at the ground as he stepped near. “Have you kept your cage on all month like a good boy?”
“Yes, my Lady,” Vaati replied, his blush deepening as Zelda inspected the belt, fondling his balls and cheeks as she did so. He squirmed at her touch, his body and soul bared.
“Hmm, it doesn’t seem to have been meddled with at all. But that doesn’t mean that someone of your magical prowess would be unable to make it seem so.” The princess looked up at Vaati and smirked, slapping his balls before sitting up straight. “I want you to get off for me. Prove that you’re desperate enough.” 
She took the keyring out of her pocket once more, picking a golden key adorned with a red stone. Zelda used it to undo the lock holding the belt together, sliding it down his legs. Vaati’s pale cock sprung free, the tip flushed red and dripping after a month of confinement. “B-but my Lady, I-”
“Do it, or else it’s another month. You want to be my good boy, don’t you?” Zelda taunted Vaati, tracing her finger along his shaft at the latter part of her order.
“Yes, my Lady.” Vaati bowed his head and turned to find a spot to toss off on comfortably, but Zelda stopped him before he could take his cape off. She pulled him by the collar of it, choking the air out of him.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the missing pairs of panties and bras from my wardrobe,” Zelda hissed into Vaati’s ear. “I know about your perverted fantasies, and I think it’s about time I addressed them.”
“Ze- my Lady, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Vaati tried to free himself, but the redhead’s grasp was firm.
“Oh, I think not, Vaati.” She said his name as if it were laced with venom. “That’s why I have an extra order.” She dragged him over to her bed, grabbed one of the pillows leaning against the headboard, and shoved it into his hands. “Use this as your grinding fodder. Fitting of a desperate little whelp like you.”
Vaati looked down at the pillow and back up at Zelda. “Are… are you bloody serious? There is no way I will degrade myself to such a level! To assume I would is absolutely ridiculous!” The mage finally freed himself from her hold, glaring at her as he threw the pillow down.
Zelda sternly looked at him, tilting his chin up and looking deeply into his crimson eyes. “If you disagree, we can make it two months more. I think that’s a fair trade if you wish to be an impudent brat.” She took the keyring out again, holding it in front of his face, that golden key shining in the rays of the setting sun that filtered through the windows. “What will it be, Vaati?”
Vaati’s mind raced with the options he was presented with. Another two months of agonizing chastity or complete humiliation at the hands of his Lady? Who knows what gossip she spreads when I’m not around? This could be the absolute end of my career! On the other hand, despite my form, I can’t deny the urge of mating season approaching. I don’t know if I could survive it within that cage and not lose my sanity…
Vaati deeply considered for another moment before bowing his head in subservience and picking up the discarded pillow. “I’ll obey, my Lady.”
Zelda smirked, putting the keys back in her pocket and sitting on her bed. “Good boy. Now, up onto the bench.” She gestured to a bench under a stained glass window depicting a Piece of Heart surrounded by Fairies. The light through the glass painted him in an aura of blue as he took his position, kneeling shamefully on the stiff wood as he placed the pillow underneath his aching cock. 
He planted his palms against the stone wall, slowly rutting into the plush material. “Ah, fuck~” Vaati bit his lip, thrusting faster to match his want. His long hair fell around his face as he dipped his head and squeezed his eyes shut, solely focused on the pleasure. He whimpered louder, the blush that formed turning his pale skin deeper in hue. “My lady, please-” He loudly whined, begging for her forgiveness.
The sunset had morphed the tones of the window into a blazing red, matching the center of the Piece of Heart it featured and showering Vaati in lustful hues. His grinding only strengthened, desperate for his release as his body quivered and trembled. “My lady, I’m close-! Please let me come, please!”
“No,” Zelda ordered, pulling Vaati away from the pillow. He cried out, desperate for his orgasm. “Don’t whine like that. I want to be the one to finish you off.” She thrust him onto the bed, rooting through her grand nightstand as he lay exposed. She retrieved a leather strap-on. The belt of it was steel blue, while the accenting straps were a light mauve. She took a phallus made of ivory and placed it inside the ring of the strap. She hiked her skirt and crinoline, putting it on over her undergarments.
“I suppose I should prepare you properly,” Zelda mused. She took a bottle of oil and coated her fingers with the liquid inside before thrusting her fingers into Vaati’s hole. She scissored them inside him while he squirmed and whined, widening him appropriately for her strap.
“My lady, please!” Vaati begged, the sensation too much for him to handle.
Zelda retracted her fingers, causing him to whimper. “I think that’s good enough. Are you ready for my cock now?” Vaati nodded fervently, desperate for his release. “Good boy.” She thrust into Vaati’s ass, causing the mage to arch his back and moan.
“Fuck~!” Vaati moaned even louder as Zelda thrust into him faster and held onto his hips to keep him steady. “Dear Hylia, keep going~!” Vaati babbled and whimpered, the pleasure too much for him to handle after a month of chastity. Soon enough, tears began to stream down his blushing cheeks, unable to control the pleasure.
“Is my good boy too sensitive to take my cock?” Zelda teased. “I thought you’d have enough control over yourself. We can stop if you’d prefer that~”
“No! Keep going, please,” Vaati pleaded, his eyes glazed over with lust. He was so close again, desperate to please his lady and himself.
“Good boy,” Zelda emphasized her praise with a light slap to Vaati’s sizeable balls, causing him to moan out more. “Are you close?”
“Y-yes, my Lady!” Vaati panted, so close to the point of no return.
“Then cum.” Zelda ordered, thrusting into him at a breakneck pace. She gripped his hips, pounding his prostate.
The pleasure was too much, and Vaati keened as he climaxed. “Z-Zeldaaaa!” He arched his back as his seed mottled his tunic and cape. The princess slowed her pace, letting him ride out his orgasm.
Zelda pulled out and gently caressed Vaati’s face, smiling fondly at him. “You did such a good job,” she praised, but she receded when Vaati reached to kiss her hand. “Don’t think you’ve earned that much yet.” She retrieved the keys from her pocket once more and dangled them. “Maybe in a month if you prove yourself to me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
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'Life' as a Ghost Drabbles: Best Friend
Hat Kid and Bow Kid discuss dietary requirements for ghosts (souls), and Bow Kid gain a vague understanding of why ghosts are hunted on their home planet.
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“Look, I made cookies,” Bow said as she lead the way into her ship’s central room. She wasn’t a great baker but they’d turned out rather nice regardless and she’d decorated them to be cute. “And tea so I guess it’s kind of a tea party even though that wasn’t really my intent. I just wanted to be a good host since you were coming over for a visit. And I know you’re not a big tea person but it’s all I have other than water. It’s sweet tea though so I’m sure you’ll like it.”
She walked over the table and grabbed one of the two cups placed there earlier and the pitcher. She filled it three fourths of the way to the top and then she grabbed the other one and did the same. Then she grabbed both drinks and turned towards Hat Kid, intending to hand her one.
Hat Kid wasn’t looking at her though. Instead she stared down at the plate of cookies. Her smile was gone, replaced with a rather somber look. “I miss cookies. They’re really cute though. You did a good job decorating them.”
“Oh.” Bow put one of the glasses back on the table. “I forgot. I guess, um, you can’t eat or drink anymore, huh?” And offering was probably an insensitive and rude. “Sorry.”
With a small sigh, Hat Kid turned to look at Bow again. “No. It’s okay. And I can still eat but just not food. Or, uh, I might still be able to eat normal food I just wouldn’t be able to taste it and it wouldn’t do anything for me.”
“What can you eat if not food though?”
“Souls.”
And suddenly Bow knew why ghosts weren’t well liked back home or seemingly on other parts of this planet.
“They taste better than anything I ate while alive too so it’s kind of a fair trade off,” Hat Kid continued. “And they give a big burst of energy too. Like drinking a whole pack of energy drinks at once but without the jitters and crash that follows. So it’s really not that bad even if I do miss stuff like cookies and cake and all that.”
Bow took a sip of her tea to give herself some time to process that before responding. “Do you have to eat souls?”
“Um, sort of. If I don’t, Snatcher says I’ll eventually start to fade. I’m sure you’ve seen the other ghosts that hang around the forest, the ones with the masks that look kind of like worms. They’re ghosts that don’t want to eat souls so they’re fading, which is why they’re absent-minded and stuff, eventually they’ll fade to nothing. So if I don’t want that to happen to me too I have to either eat souls or possess a magic puppet like the other subconites. If I eat souls I also get magic powers though so that’s the obvious choice.”
“I guess that makes sense. Isn’t that kind of murder though? Or do you only eat the souls of people who are already dying?”
“Oh, uh, I only eat bad guy souls and sometimes the soul of a dying animal to put it out of its misery.”
“Okay. That’s better.” And Bow wasn’t going to ask if Snatcher did the same. She suspected she already knew the answer to that question based on her prior interactions with him. “Anyway, you want to play some video games?” It’s what she’d invited Hat Kid over to do after all.
“Yeah!” Hat Kid rushed over to the console and settled down, curling her ghostly tail in underneath herself.
With a shrug, Bow joined her. So what if Hat Kid was now a soul eating ghost who was close with an even bigger badder soul eating ghost? She was still the best friend Bow had ever had.
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ilikethequiet · 1 year
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Waffle House (A Star Trek: Picard fic)
Title:  Waffle House 
Summary: The crew of the U.S.S. Titan favour the moody atmosphere of Ten-Foward, meanwhile, their Captain prefers somewhere else. Rating: G Paring: Seven/Shaw
Author’s Note:  I posted this to AO3 last night, and I forgot to post it here, meep. Welcome to me being unhinged and needing to write something while I research another fic
While the young crew of the U.S.S. Titan favoured the moody atmosphere of Ten-Foward, a bar on Earth located near the Starfleet Academy, Captain Shaw's go-to was somewhere Seven hadn't been expecting, a diner of some description. She made her way inside to see her Captain reading reports while a fresh cup of coffee sat next to him on the table. Seven watched him for a moment, this place seemed to be his natural environment and she was immediately curious as to its origins.
"Commander, I can feel your eyes boring into me. Take a seat."
Seven shrugged and sat down across from him, taking in their surroundings. The place was full of random holograms who looked like they had stopped in on their way to work; they were talking, eating breakfast, and some even doing crosswords.
"Well, aren't you gorgeous?" A perky waitress in her 40s with long dark hair approached the table. "Liam, who's your friend?"
Shaw regarded the woman fondly. "Sadie, Commander Hansen."
"Seven, please." She didn't seem like a normal holographic representation, Seven figured she must have been based on a real-life person, an old flame perhaps? The idea made her shift uncomfortably.
"Seven, that's cute. Are you hungry? I could cook you up something."
Captain Shaw smirked. "What's your poison, Hansen? You strike me as a fruit and porridge woman." Just something about her general demeanour made him think that she liked the blandest food possible but if that was what she was looking for, she had come to the wrong place.
Seven glared at the captain, how dare he be able to get such an accurate read on her? She liked healthy food, that was all. She cleared her throat. "I'll have what he's having." Whatever it was, it was probably some earth delicacy, not space worms or something equally as horrible.
Sadie nodded. "Coffee and waffles got it." and went back to the kitchen to prepare it.
Seven looked to Shaw for an explanation, he took a sip of his coffee and lowered his voice. "Sadie, the real Sadie was a friend of my mother's. She used to own this all-night waffle house in Chicago, where I grew up. I've spent a lot of time here."
Seven noticed how Shaw’s face softened as he spoke of the place, it was one of the rare times he had seemed at peace. In the warmly lit room, he looked handsome, not that she would ever say that out loud; falling for one's C.O. was dangerous and half the time, she wasn't even sure the captain liked her.
"So did you have a reason for interrupting my breakfast or do you just enjoy my company?" Probably not the latter, Shaw thought he hadn't been as kind as he should have been to her; her connection to the Borg while minute still left him feeling uneasy around her, but Admiral Janeway insisted that they would be a good match and she wasn't a woman to be trifled with.
"We got a message from Starfleet; we're supposed to rendezvous with Admiral Baines at 1300." A diplomatic mission, hardly dangerous but important nonetheless, the way Shaw rolled his eyes told Seven that he would rather be doing absolutely anything else. She wondered why he accepted the rank of the captain if he seemed to deplore such things.
Sadie returned with a large stack of waffles and coffee, putting it down in front of her. "Here we go hon, waffles with syrup and coffee. Enjoy."
Seven stared at her plate of food, while it did look appetising, she could tell it was mostly made of sugar, how very unhealthy. She looked up to see Shaw watching her.
"It's not going to kill you, Hansen." He had been eating something similar every day of his childhood and he had turned out just fine, maybe overly sweet food messed with her internal systems? Surely not. Her unconvinced look made him take a different tactic. "Seven, please."
The use of her name was unexpected, she had been trying to get him to use it ever since she had come on board but to no avail and yet here he was pleading with her to eat with him. She smiled and shrugged, cutting into the waffle stack, and taking a bite. "Oh god." She moaned, the sweetness of the pastry combined with the syrup was overwhelming, she had never tasted anything like it.
At the moan, Shaw subconsciously sucked on his lips, that sound was entirely too enjoyable to hear just once, and over waffles no less. He wondered if he could get her to moan like that in other situations.
Seven saw some of the patrons staring and swallowed her mouthful of food. "Sorry, first time." It was true, while she had seen waffles before, she never had any desire to taste them but now? She felt like she could live off them.
Shaw laughed. "Well hell, if that's your reaction then we should make this a permanent breakfast date."
Seven blinked. "Date, sir?"
He silently cursed himself. "You know what I mean."
Seven nodded a hint of a smile on her face. "Yes sir."
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eventheodds · 10 months
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[ offer ] sender is cooking for receiver and offers out a spoon for receiver to sample a taste
"Here! Some of my special grilled-worm chow mein!"
Vash looks so pleased with himself, it would be utterly devastating for Meryl to refuse.
He’s been adamant that no one step foot into the space that acts as a kitchen—or what can pass for one. She thinks they were fortunate to even find this place, let alone any vacancies. At the end of the world, money still holds a value that many want to line their pockets with.
Fortunately for them, seeing as this place seldom gets visitors, and unfortunately—between all four of them—they don’t have any money, the owners were willing to trade for some repair services from the room. It’s been a tight fit, but it works. Not so much when it comes to sharing the bathroom, but there’s a method to the madness. Sometimes.
Meryl’s getting the table ready, placing down mismatched plates and cutlery on the surface, a circular cork disk at the centre so that Vash can place down what he’s been cooking, promising a delicious meal. He hadn’t told her what he planned on making them, but the aromas coming from the minute kitchen have been making her stomach rumbling ever so gently as the minutes press on.
She surveys her handiwork with a curt nod and is about to call in Wolfwood and Milly when Vash beckons her to stand next to him.
It’s more than a tight fit, but Meryl manages and the content smile she’d been sporting quickly turns into dismay as she looks down at the cast-iron dish that’s still hot on the stove.
Worms.
She can feel her stomach dropping and she wants to hang her head, desperately wanting to sigh out, not again, but thinks better of it—namely because she’s likely to bang her head on the stove if she does and cause Vash to fumble around like a chicken without its head.
“Hrrhggh…,” she groans softly and she can see the beaming smile on his face as he holds out a spoon for her to taste.
Meryl looks between the held out spoon and Vash, going back and forth, and she knows, with absolute certainty, that if she refuses it’ll break his heart. Not only would it break his heart, but he will continue to hold her refusal over her head every chance he can get. She’ll be forever reminded of her callousness and her coldness at not accepting his labours of love.
Steeling herself, Meryl says a silent prayer and leans forward, opening her mouth to accept the offering—and the first taste of his grilled worm chow mein. There are tears smarting her eyes as she chews, doing her best to not think about what’s inside her mouth and chews hastily, not even getting the chance to taste the…variety of spices and herbs he used—which weren’t many.
“‘S good,” she says with a bit more effort than is necessary, but inside she’s crying and trying to find a way to skip out on tonight’s supper. Maybe she can pawn off her portion to Milly and go to bed hungry.
Maybe Wolfwood will have hers. He’ll eat anything.
A plan is forming just as the other two make their way inside and Meryl takes this as her chance to put as much distance between herself and the cooked worms, but not without giving another smile to Vash as she gestures with her head to him, a quiet Are you coming?
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qualitychaoslover · 3 years
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Serious question, how does one convince their mother she is gaining an eating disorder? Because she is and wont listen
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twdsunshine · 2 years
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How does Daryl act when he has romantic feelings for someone? (Headcanon)
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He hates that feeling he gets, when a girl catches his eye, his attention, a little more than usual, worming her way into his head so that he can’t focus on anything else when she’s around, until Daryl thinks he just might be going crazy.  And he hates that he’s so damn bad at that sorta thing that he just becomes a pink-cheeked, slick-palmed, stammering mess at so much as a glance from her, self-conscious because what if she’s looking at him and seeing something she doesn’t like, and then even more self-conscious because why should he even care what she thinks, when she’s never going to look at him like that; he’s just a good-for-nothing redneck, and she’s a million miles out of his league.  And it eats at him, because all he wants is to be close to her, but he knows - he just knows - that she doesn’t want him around.  Why would she?  Nobody ever has before, and he can’t see it changing now.  
So, he keeps his distance, tries to distract his mind with the day-to-day tasks that need doing: hunting to feed the camp; cleaning his kills; restringing his crossbow.  He decides that he’s going to bury his feelings so deep that he wouldn’t be able to find them even if he were to go digging around in his chest, like a squirrel searching for its stash of nuts in the depths of winter, when the cold has hardened the ground to ice and the leaves have dropped, distorting the landscape.  And, yeah, sometimes in the evenings when the flames of the campfire are painting her face in flickering shades of gold and amber, he might stare for just a little too long, committing the image to memory, because he wouldn’t have the nerve to snap a photo even if he did have a camera to hand.  And, of course, when she’s singing softly to herself inside her tent as she gets ready in the morning, he lingers outside for just a minute or two, listening to the lilting tone of her voice and letting it drive away the bad dreams that still haunt him after another restless night.  But that doesn’t mean anything really, he tells himself.  He’s just taking pleasure in the little things in a world that doesn’t really have much good left to enjoy.  
Obviously, Daryl looks out for her too, because someone really has to.  He sees her sneaking food to the kids when nobody else is looking, leaving her own meagre ration barely enough to keep her going from one day to the next, so it makes sense for him to slip her an extra chunk of meat or fish from his plate when her attention is fixed elsewhere.  And she really doesn’t smile enough, so if he stumbles across some wildflowers whilst he’s out in the woods, why wouldn’t he bundle some up and leave them outside her tent for her to find when she turns in for the night?  Then there was the scarf he’d found in the trunk of a car on the highway, the soft knit the exact same shade as her eyes, so who else would he have given it to?  It doesn’t mean anything, he tells himself.  He’s just looking out for the group, and she’s a vital part of it, so, naturally, he has to go out of his way to try and make her happy.  Even if she doesn’t know the little gifts are from him, it’s worth it to see her face light up with a bright grin.  It makes his pulse falter, his heart glow, and he could live for that feeling; it gives him a drive and a purpose, and that’s important these days.
But it doesn’t mean he likes her, like, romantically or anything.  Nah, he isn’t built for that stuff.  He won’t admit it, even to himself, and, if anyone questioned him on it, he’d snarl a response so biting that they’d never dare to ask again.  Only losers fall in love.  That’s what Merle used to say, and he was right.  It had never done his folks any good, and half the guys he knew were busting their guts to pay child support or alimony, or else just drinking their blues away ‘cause they’d been cheated on.  Nah, he just wants her to survive is all.  As long as she survives, then that’s enough for him.  He can keep on going, as long as she’s still singing, still smiling.  So, he’ll keep finding little ways to make that happen, even as supplies get scarcer and the nights get colder, and he’ll work on that stammer so that he might even be able to talk to her one of these days.  And if anything tries to hurt her, be it walker or human, he will take that sumbitch down, like he would for any of the group.  She ain’t nothing special.  That’s what he tells himself.  Maybe one day he’ll actually believe it.
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i-cant-sing · 3 years
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If kitkat's princess baked him a birthday cake ( with Rei and Fuyumi's help ofc) and took it to school to celebeate it there, he would get all possevive about the sweet? Bcs i cant see him sharing that at all 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 (Preschooler bakugou is so wholesome to me 💖 )
Birthday: Yandere toddler Bakugou x Todoroki toddler reader
Katsuki loved his birthday. It was the one day he could have all the attention on him and not be made feel bad about it. His parents didn't have to wake him up on his birthday, he was already up and dressed, ready to go to school. Mitsuki and Masaru wished him a very happy birthday and made him his special birthday breakfast. The adults smiled to themselves at how excited Katsuki was to go to school that day. And Katsuki was excited, he was eager to go to school and invite you to his birthday party.
Once he got to school, he was being greeted and wished by his classmates, but Katsuki was looking for you. Finally, you arrived to class, holding hands with Rei. You let go of her hand and ran to Katsuki, hugging him and smiling.
"Happy birthday, best friend!"
Katsuki grinned and thanked you, but before he could say anything else, you took his hand and dragged him to Rei, Katsuki quickly bowing down to greet her. "Mom! Mom! Show him!"
Rei smiled at your eagerness, before bending down and opening up the box she was holding. "Happy birthday, Katsuki."Rei said as she watched the two kids peek inside the box.
It was a cake. A round cake with orange and green frosting, little booms made of fondant decorated the cake, as did little chunks of KitKats. And the best part? The cake said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITKAT!" with little hearts on the letter "I".
It was a beautiful cake.
"Mom and I made this for you!" You exclaimed. Rei chuckled, brushing your over your ear. "Well, it was mostly Y/n's work, I only helped." She said, remembering how you had been planning all week to make him a cake, how you were practically covered in flour while baking, how you restrained yourself from licking the frosting of the cake. You were such a sweet girl.
Katsuki was in disbelief. You... made the cake for him?
"Do you like it?"Your voice suddenly small, seeing how Katsuki just stared at the cake, not saying anything.
"I can take it back-"
"No. I- its beautiful. Thank you, Y/n" Katsuki said before hugging you again, this time much tighter than before. Katsuki then bowed to Rei, thanking her as well.
Rei handed the cake to a teacher so that she could keep it in the fridge until recess.
"I can't wait for us to eat the cake during recess. We will share it with everyone!" You said, holding hands with Katsuki as you skipped to class.
As if! Katsuki thought. He's never going to share the cake you made for him with some damn extras. Only you and he will eat that cake.
By the time recess came, the teacher had placed the cake in the center and everyone sang happy birthday while Katsuki cut the cake. While the teacher cut the cake into slices, Katsuki told you to stay put while he came back.
He had a plan to make sure no body ate the cake. He went to his classmates and told them one by one, that your cake had raisins, and worms , and chilli's and all sorts of things a cake should not have. Needless to say, none of your class fellows came forward to get their slice.
But when Katsuki turned around to go back to you, his blood boiled when he saw you feeding cake to Izuku from your plate.
That's it. Everyone except for you just got uninvited from his birthday party. Besides, that's how he always wanted it to be anyways.
Just KitKat and Princess, forever and ever.
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yoongiseesawmp3 · 3 years
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punch me - jungkook
back again with another self indulgent fic! enjoy
summary: daycare worker jungkook invites you, his favorite coworker, to the lake with his friends. why the lake? he wants you to see his new sleeve and whipping his shirt off in the classroom isn’t quite acceptable. plus he just wants to spend more time with you. there’s no harm in that.
warnings: none i think! 
word count: 3.5k
you work at a daycare, which isn’t a bad thing. it’s pretty chill, you like the kids and you can take off work pretty easy because there’s tons of subs. but also, not many people are bringing their kids in lately. so that means you and the other staff have been digging into the snack closet so “they won’t go to waste.”
jungkook was the one who suggested it. well, maybe suggest is the wrong word? he got caught up to his elbows in the bin of sweets, so when he turned to face your boss he immediately went into charming mode so he wouldn’t get in trouble. and once jungkook said it, everyone else thought it was a good idea too. hell, you’ve stopped buying snacks for yourself because you just sneak them from work now. wait. don’t tell anyone that. 
anyway, it was a great idea, but that was two weeks ago. now the snack closet is empty and you have a room full of toddlers on the verge of anarchy because of it. because of jungkook.
you just watched him pass by your room, arms laden with cheez-its and rice krispie treats, and you know for a fact he doesn’t have a class today. he’s only here to touch up the mural he’s been asked to paint near the front desk, so all of those snacks must be for him. 
you get the teacher from next door to keep an eye on your kiddos so you can sneak to the front and steal a couple bags of cheez-its (the kids don’t need their own bag, they’ll never know). but you get there and find yourself distracted from completing your mission.
jungkook is wearing old sweats, spattered with paint here and there, and he’s stooped over a bucket of water with a paintbrush between his teeth. it’s cute. 
“jungkook,” you semi-shout to get his attention. you get a sort of “hmgpfh?” in response, and that’s enough for you. “do you seriously need this many snacks? just for yourself?”
“i’m a growing boy, y/n,” he replies, taking the paintbrush out of his mouth so he can dip it into a paper plate covered in red shades. “you can have one.”
“i need three, actually,” you reply, picking them up as you speak. 
“are you a growing boy too?”
“no, i have six little kids with bad attitudes waiting for me in my room so i’ll be taking these off your hands,” you explain, finally turning to look at the work jungkook has put on the wall. “wow.”
“you like it?” jungkook asks, turning to look at you with a smile and a dancing light in his eyes. “is the tree too much?”
“no, oh my god, this is really good, jungkook,” you assure him, tracing your eyes over the wall full of characters and scenery from various children’s books.
“thank you,” he replies. “it’s better than wiping asses all day.”
“watch your mouth.”
“why don’t you watch it for me?” he quips back, peeking up at you with a smirk.
“what does that even mean, jungkook.”
“just thought i’d try to make you blush,” he says with a shrug. “didn’t work this time.”
“i don’t think it works anytime, actually,” you mumble, but he ignores it.
“hey, are you busy this weekend?” he questions, inspecting a bottle of green before squirting some directly on the wall. 
“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask with a laugh. you watch him frantically spread the paint around to resemble a bush.
“shut up. are you busy this weekend?” he asks again. 
“i don’t think so, why?”
“come to the lake with me,” he says as he stands up to meet your eyes. “one of my friends convinced his uncle to let us borrow his boat. it’ll be fun.”
“do any of you know how to drive a boat?” you ask. “the safety of all this is what would keep me away.”
“i’m sure yoongi hyung will be able to do it,” jungkook says halfheartedly. “but still, the boat could just stay docked. it would be fun either way.”
“when are you going?” 
“saturday, so i could come by yours and get you on my way?” he asks with a lot of hope in his voice. you shrug before responding.
“why not? sure.”
-
so, jungkook texts you late friday that he’ll pick you up at 7am saturday. what the fuck. you wouldn’t have said yes if you knew you had to leave that early, but jungkook explained that he’s the only one the uncle trusts to have the keys, so he has to get there before the world wakes up. but also, has this man met jungkook? jungkook, being trustworthy with small, easy to lose items? please.
nevertheless, you’re up bright and early on saturday with a very large thermos of coffee. jungkook texts you right at 7 that he’s outside, and when you walk out you see him at the back of his car trying to force something into the trunk.
“whatcha doin?” you ask as you approach, noticing his strong legs in his (surprisingly) short swim trunks. you’re now realizing you’ve never seen him in anything other than baggy pants, so his legs are a little...distracting. 
“trying to keep the beer bottles from rattling,” he says through clenched teeth.
“and you’re trying to fuse them together with sheer force?”
“no, i’m stuffing a towel in between them in the box but it’s really tight.”
“if hoseok were here he’d make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke,” you jest. 
“i thought about it,” jungkook replies. “so i guess that counts?”
as he talks, he rearranges the other things in the trunk so it can close easy, and as he lowers the door he turns to you.
“you look nice,” he says, eyes drifting over you quickly. he notices the coffee cup in your hand and smiles. “any chance that has the sickly sweet creamer in it that i like?”
“how would i know what coffee creamer you like?” you ask, slightly annoyed that he just assumes you pay that much attention to him but also annoyed that you got caught. 
“because you like me,” he replies, grabbing the thermos and taking a sip. “oh my god, i love you.”
“you better be talking to the coffee,” you warn him as you grab the coffee back from him. 
“i’ll say it to you someday,” he promises, walking around to the passenger side of the car before opening your door. “if you let me.”
“what’s gotten into you lately?” you ask with a smile. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on jungkook, and recently it’s gotten worse. after you started working together, you noticed how many shared friends you have, so you’ve been hanging out more and more the past few months. jungkook has always been more than nice to you, but these flirty little comments are a welcome change. you hope they keep coming.
“is it cool if we stop at the gas station real quick?” he asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. “it’s an hour drive and i need gas and snacks.”
“fine with me. how about cheez-its and rice krispies?” 
“i had my fill of those at work this week, thanks,” jungkook laughs. 
at the gas station, you offer to get the snacks while jungkook stays at the pump. you’re looking for your favorite gas station snack, a crappy fruit and cheese danish that you could eat every day. jungkook finds you bent over in the sweets aisle, ass poking out too much for him to pass by and not push your face right into the premade baked goods. he considers it, because funny, but mean. he also considers passing behind you and smacking your ass as he does so you’ll move. tempting, but maybe too far. he opts for just bending down next to you to see what’s so interesting.
“what are we looking for?” he asks, scanning the labels for something to try.
“cherry and cheese,” you tell him, moving a blueberry danish out of the way, hoping to find what you want, but no luck.
“what? that sounds gross,” jungkook replies as he stands. “you like that?”
“it’s one of my favorites,” you tell him as you move into a squat. jungkook slides behind you and looks for his favorite jelly candy as you keep searching. “what’s so gross about it? they go well together.”
“like us.”
“what?” 
“huh?” jungkook asks, staring down at you with a glint in his eyes. the glare you give him is definitely ignored as jungkook looks back up and spots something on the top shelf. he grabs it and hands it to you. “this what you want?”
“yeah, it is,” you reply. “thanks. get another one for yourself.”
“why?” he asks, screwing his face up in disgust.
“because i know you’ll want to try some even with the way you’re acting right now, and i don’t like sharing.” 
“whatever you say,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “now help me find the sour worms.”
-
jungkook tried the danish, and he hated it. 
have you ever seen a baby eating a lemon? it was like that, except jungkook spat what was in his mouth into his hand and then tossed it out the window of his car as he drove. sure, that whole part was gross, but he looked cute when he didn’t like the danish. who doesn’t love babies making silly faces? 
“i can’t believe you like that, but i can’t believe you convinced me to try it,” jungkook complains.
“kook, i think if i told you electrocuting yourself was fun you would try it just because i said i liked it,” you reply. he thinks about it for a moment before nodding, a slight tint gracing his cheeks.
“you’re right, but that’s not gonna make me finish your gross choice of snack.”
“fine, more for me,” you say, grabbing the discarded treat in the cupholder. you take a bite, not really caring that jungkook’s mouth was on it before you.
“omg.”
“did you just say ‘omg’ out loud?”
“yes, why?”
“you’re a loser,” you laugh, taking another bite, causing jungkook to gasp again. “what?”
“it’s like we just kissed,” he replies, almost giggling through his toothy smile.
“what do you even mean by that.”
“we just swapped spit.”
“you’re disgusting. stop talking.”
“hey, you’re the one that wants to kiss me,” jungkook says with a shrug. you want to protest, but you don’t want to convince him that you’re totally against kissing him. you’d actually very much like to plant your lips on his and never let go, but life doesn’t always give you what you want. jungkook notices your silence and smiles. “you’re not denying it.”
“i’m being polite.”
“mmmhmm,” he replies, failing to hide how pleased he is as he pulls into a treacherously sloped driveway. “we’re here.”
-
it’s turning into a beautiful day. the morning chill is starting to slowly melt away, and you find yourself sweating slightly as you help jungkook move all of the junk from his car. he insisted on doing it himself, but you felt super weird just standing there while he huffed and puffed carrying things back and forth, so you finally jumped in. it’s still just the two of you here, the friend’s uncle had successfully given you both a crash course on how to handle the boat, and you’re confident the two of you can share that info with yoongi when he gets here and hopefully no one will get hurt. 
speaking of yoongi, he said he was a few minutes away, and that was more than a few minutes ago. maybe he and hoseok got lost. the final four (as they’ve been calling themselves all morning) will be here later because taehyung didn’t have a swimsuit and they had to make a pit stop at walmart to get him one. you’re familiar with jungkook’s friends, and comfortable with a couple of them, but you don’t know much about taehyung aside from his interest in art and now his view on the boxer vs briefs debate (he was apparently very picky when trying on said swimsuits). but whatever. they’ll get here eventually. 
before you know it, you and jungkook have unloaded all of the snacks, alcohol and water accessories from his car, so all that’s left to do is hang out until the boys get here. 
“you ready?” jungkook asks, offering you his hand. you give him a questioning look and he motions to the boat. “c’mon, we’re not gonna sit here in the sun while we wait for them. it’s hot as balls.”
“but it’s hot as balls on the boat too,” you counter as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you behind him on the dock.
“yeah, but at least we’re on a boat.”
he leads you to the edge of the shaky dock and let’s go of your hand momentarily to steady himself as he steps over to the boat. he turns back and offers his hand again, giving yours a squeeze as he guides you over the gap of water. the boat is slippery, so you lose your footing slightly and jungkook reacts quickly by wrapping you in his arms. the boat is bobbing a little too much for your liking, but jungkook is giggling and that distracts you enough from the fact that you could’ve fallen just now. 
as you both stand there awkwardly staring at each other, you don’t notice yoongi’s car pulling up to the top of the hill and its two passengers walking out toward the water. 
“oooh, what do we have here?” hoseok asks as he sees you holding onto each other for dear life. you separate quickly, making the newcomers laugh.
“don’t stop because we’re here,” yoongi replies.
“yeah, i can hug yoongi if it makes things less awkward for you,” hoseok offers.
“please don’t do that,” yoongi quips back.
“i’ll get you when you least expect it, hyung.”
jungkook, still standing very close to you, clears his throat and waves yoongi over. you scoot around them to help hoseok with the bag of food in his hands.
“are you sure you know how to drive a boat, yoongi?” you ask. 
“i’m a fast learner,” he replies.
“that’s not very reassuring.”
“i’ve done it before, y/n,” he laughs. “just not with this kind of motor, but it won’t take long to figure out. everything will be nice and safe, i promise.”
“besides, we have jungkookie here to save you even if hyung throws us overboard,” hoseok jokes.
speaking of jungkook, he’s rustling around the boat, trying to figure out how to put the suncover up. his jacket from this morning has been tossed aside, and he’s in a baggy tank top. you allow yourself a moment to admire the way his muscles ripple as he works when you notice -
“you finished your sleeve?” you ask him. his head snaps up in your direction and he smiles.
“enjoying the show?” he teases.
“answer the question.”
“honestly, i wanted it to be a surprise,” he replies, stretching the arm out and turning it around as best he can.
“so what, you were gonna take your shirt off and punch me and that’s how i was supposed to find out?”
“are you offering?”
“i’m just mad you didn’t take me with you! i was gonna get something this time,” you complain with a slight pout, which jungkook scrunches his nose at. you’re really cute, he thinks to himself.
“my artist called me last minute and said they had an opening, so i went in as soon as i could. i think you were still handling six hungry toddlers,” he explains.
“so is that why you invited me today?” you laugh. “you couldn’t think of a reasonable way to take your shirt off in front of me so i had to come with you to the lake for the big reveal?”
“jungkook, if you say yes, then jin and i are giving you the sex talk. you gotta up your game,” yoongi mumbles.
“no,” jungkook insists, ignoring yoongi. “i invited you today because i think it’ll be fun and i wanted you to be here.”
“and he wanted to see you in a swimsuit,” hoseok adds, pulling some cookies out of the bag of snacks. he offers them to you and you gladly accept. then he turns and pops one into yoongi’s mouth as he yawns, before he tosses one over to jungkook, happily shouting “a cookie for kookie!”
“that’s cute,” you smile, liking the way hoseok babies jungkook. it’s got him flustered, and it’s kind of adorable.
“kook, did you hear that? y/n thinks you’re cute,” hoseok sing-songs.
“i- that’s not...i didn’t say that,” you stumble. “the rhyming was cute. if anything, i called hoseok cute.”
“everyone thinks hobi is cute,” yoongi replies. “but jungkook? eh.”
“eh?!” jungkook shouts. “i’m just eh to you hyung?”
“now you hurt the boy’s feelings,” you tell yoongi, and he shrugs.
“you should’ve just called him cute.”
you look over and notice jungkook is staring at you, an eyebrow quirked in a challenge. hoseok is watching and munching like this is a movie, and yoongi looks between you and the so-called cutie and laughs to himself.
“well?” jungkook asks.
“i mean, yeah, you are cute, sometimes,” you begin. “not when you’re being annoying though.”
“i’m not annoying!”
“yes you are,” hoseok and yoongi agree in unison. jungkook huffs at that and looks back at you.
“now my feelings are hurt again. talk more about me being cute,” he pleads as he finally gives up on the suncover and joins you on the wraparound couch of the boat. he’s looking at you with the absolute worst puppy dog eyes, so you keep going.
“uh, you’re cute with the kids i guess? like when they use you as their personal playground and you’re all giggling. that’s cute,” you offer. “or when the little girls get hurt, they always run to you first and you cheer them up with sweet songs.”
“hmm, family planning perhaps?” you hear hoseok joke with yoongi. 
you would go on (or deny how often you’ve thought about jungkook being a dad) but the other car of boys has finally arrived, so the two instigators leave the boat to help them unload. that leaves you next to jungkook, who’s not done talking about the cute stuff.
“i didn’t know you noticed all of that,” jungkook whispers, suddenly sitting very close to you. you try to act like it’s nothing, but he stops you. “ah ah, now it’s my turn.”
“your turn? for what?”
“for talking about how cute you are,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing ever. if he had his way he would be pulling up a whole powerpoint presentation right now, but he has to rely on his words, which is fine. “first of all, you have great style. you’re maybe the only person who can make the daycare uniform look like a capital o outfit everyday you come in. and the way your eyes light up when a kid tells you a story, or shows you something they made? that’s my favorite. wish you would look at me like that someday.”
“you...what?” you almost can’t believe where this conversation has gone, but it’s making your heart beat faster and you’re not ready for it to stop.
“i wish i could make your eyes light up like i’m the only person you can see,” he clarifies, locking eyes with you. he holds your gaze for a moment before his eyes flick down to your lips. you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close, but the movement was obvious. jungkook wants to kiss you. 
“and what would you do if they did?” you challenge, repeating the same glance from his eyes down to his lips. your gaze lingers a little longer, and when you look back up at jungkook you know what’s coming next. that doesn’t mean it’s not shocking, though.
kissing jungkook is like pulling down a piece of the sun and slamming it into your chest. the warmth that he exudes, and the softness of his lips as they caress yours, it’s perfect. but - 
“wait,” jungkook mumbles against your lips. you pull back, worried.
“what?”
“i did that wrong.”
“wha..how? jungkook, i thought that was nice,” you assure him but he shakes his head.
“i did it wrong,” he insists, looking at you and noticing the shine in your eyes that he was hoping for. “can i kiss you again?”
you nod and let out a quiet “yes” before jungkook is cupping your face and connecting your lips again. this one is stronger, more intentional and you’re glad he wanted to try again. not that the first kiss was bad, your mind is still reeling from that first one. but this feels like a kiss full of love. it feels like a kiss from someone that’s been pining for you over bags of cheez-its and funny kid stories, but they didn’t know how to tell you how badly they wanted to do this. jungkook didn’t know how to tell you, but now he doesn’t have to because this kiss tells you everything you need to know.
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