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writing-whump · 2 years ago

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I love your OCS! Can I request something where Matthew is sick, but it's not his shadow, is just some good ol' human tummy bug and he's all over the place not knowing what to do? With Seline as caretaker? - 🎃

Aww thank you for the request, nonnie! My first for the werwolf story, I'm so excited. Here you go.^^

Contains emeto and mentions of scat.

Stomach flu

Seline wasn’t sure how or when it happened that Matthew now accompanied her from classes back home, but somehow it had become routine before she even realized. Since the day he stumbled upon her and pretty much tore himself to pieces with his shadow to protect her from a random threat, he basically made it his mission to be around in the afternoon hours. How it fit his schedule, she had no idea. Somehow he was simply there - and she suspected he didn’t follow his classes nearly as reliably as he did hers.

So she didn’t wonder or say anything. She didn’t feel obligated to make herself especially available - it wasn’t as if she invited him over - but she didn’t protest his presence. But evenings suddenly became their evenings, with her sitting by the central dining table connected to the living room, working on her laptop and Matthew dozing on her couch or flipping through her Netflix account. When she was done studying or no inspiration came to her for new songs - self-made songs were the most effective for magic - she would sit a few meters away beside him and watch as well.

Seline only realized how much of a routine it had become when something disturbed it. Like today.

Matthew was restless. He was shifting on the couch like he was sitting on a bee hive and he had that angry scowl on his face she associated with difficult days with his shadow. Except he was cautious with his shadow around her - they didn’t have an incident inside her apartment. As if her defensive magic woven into the floor now worked more in his favour, clearing his mind. Which was a good thing, natural thing, since witches usually provided comfort and calmness to their wolves. But they weren’t a pack and she wasn’t his witch or he her wolf - here they were just two students, bounded by a secret they never talked about. Somehow it mattered very little here and she liked it that way.

Seline was biting her lip, looking up from her laptop occasionally. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but didn’t know how well he would take it. Maybe the best she could do was give his discomfort privacy, no matter what it was.

Suddenly Matthew stood up, expression drawn and uncomfortable, hand on his belly. Then he bolted to the bathroom. Seline watched him go, concerned.

She watched out for gagging noises, but none of that came. Maybe she was reading too much into this. Would he tell her if he was sick? Wolf and witch relationships aside, if her stomach bothered her, she would rather die of emberassment than admit it. It was an intimate, awkward thing, stomach issues, so she bet he would rather be left alone if something was wrong.

You can only offer what you would like yourself. She was aware she wouldn’t know what would help him. How can you spend evenings with a person each day and not know this?

The bathroom door opened abruptly, but the followed steps were shuffling and slow. Matthew dragged himself on the hallway to lean against the wall across from her. Her gaze flickered to him, trying to be inconspicuous.

Matthew was sweating buckets, dark red hair plastered to his face. He was usually pale, but now he was glistening, freckles standing out on his cheeks and nose, his arms wrapped around his stomach. He was swaying, bending forward a little.

“Seline.”

She turned towards him immediately. “Matt? Hey, what’s wrong?”

He gulped and ran a hand over his face. “Ugh. I-I don’t know? It’s just-” he looked away, flushing, “my stomach really fucking hurts.”

“Did you throw up?” she asked, eyebrows drawing together.

“No. But it feels like my guts fucking exploded,” he threw a sheepish look toward the bathroom. Seline noted he closed the door behind himself, which he usually wouldn’t bother with. “...and it didn’t help at all.”

“Oh.” Seline nodded, trying to figure out a sensitive, emphatic way to talk about this without embarrassing him or getting squicked out herself. “You know what? I have these herbal drops that help with indigestion? They are a miracle thing, I swear.”

She brushed past him towards the kitchen for her yellow bottled drops. Learned to use the herbal things from her mother and knew a really good doctor who made herbal drops from his own garden. Her whole family used it for years for all kinds of issues. It was always her go-to before any hard-on medication.

Counting 30 drops for herself and adding 20 more for Matthew’s weight into a bit of water, she swiftly returned with the glass.

Matthew slid down the wall on the floor, pulling his knees towards himself and hugged them close, face hidden in the crook of his arm.

Seline crouched down beside him, her heart swelling up at the sight. “Come on. Drink this. Maybe it will spare you from throwing up.”

He eyed her with glossy eyes. This close to him, the smell of sickness and sweat hit her senses, and she suppressed a grimace. Matthew took the glass of water and took a tentative sip. “Hmm. Is this a witchy concoction?”

“Just regular human medicine and traditional herbal knowledge,” she snorted at him. “If it worked for them a few hundred years ago, it will work for you now.”

Matthew nodded and emptied the glass. She took it from him before he could drop it on the floor, hunching over himself.

“You will feel better in a minute,” she promised, doubting words immediately. “Come on, up from the floor. Let’s lie you down on the couch.” She wrapped her hands around his arm, coaxing him to stand. He swayed unsteadily as he got up. Better get him sitting down now, or he might not get up on his own soon.

The redhead sprawled on the couch, but then moaned at the movement and curled up on his side instead, shivering. Seline noted how he hugged his stomach protectively and pulled his hoodie up, nuzzling his face into the couch’s decorative pillow. “I just don’t get it. What’s wrong with me?”

She sat down across from him on the edge of the couch. “You have been handling your shadow pretty well lately, right? Keeping it down so consistently. Ever managed that before?”

Matthew took a shuddering breath, his bleary eyes focusing on her. He squinted against the light of the living room lamp over him. “No?”

“Well, there you have it. Congratulations! You managed to keep your shadow down enough to catch a stomach flu. It’s been going around the campus, I hear.”

“Congratulations for sure,” Matthew grumbled, huddling further into himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Seline didn’t really have a reason or good excuse to stay beside him, but she didn’t feel like leaving at all. Shutting off the light, she brought her laptop to her lap, sitting cross-legged beside Matthew. This way, she could keep an eye on him all the time.

The noises his stomach was making didn’t get any better, though. If anything, they grew worse with each passing minute, gurgling and whining. Matthew wasn’t asleep either, hiding his face in the pillows and rubbing his stomach angrily.

A burp sneaked past his lips. Matt’s eyes flew open and he coughed a small “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Do whatever you need to,” she said. She couldn’t focus on her work at all, watching all the telltale signs of oncoming sickness.

Closing her laptop resolutely, she threw it on the nearby table and fetched a trashcan. Better be safe than sorry.

Matthew looked horrified at the trashcan, sitting upright to lean against the backrest. He scowled at her and then burped instead whatever he wanted to say, pushing a hand over his mouth.

“I’m-m not gonna throw up,” he declared, a fighting glint in his eyes. He was radiating heat. She could feel it even standing up. She cracked the window open and then sat beside him, pushing the trashcan nearer with her foot.

He glared at her and then belched. A shiver ran through him and he swallowed hard. His breaths came in short, panting huffs.

Then he pitched forward with a painful-sounding retch. Seline quickly grabbed the trashcan and brought it close, just in time for him to hunch over it. Another retch wracked his body and he lurched violently over the trashcan. Nothing came up. Only a few drops of saliva hang from his lips.

“Mattie. You are doing fine. Psshh. Just let it happen.” She pulled his hoodie down and dared to put a hand on his back, rubbing gently.

The movement coaxed up another burp. Matthew panted over the trashcan, eyes opening and shutting hard. He grimaced and spat into the bag, looking offended and angry to boot.

“I’m sorry.”

“Seriously, you don’t-”

“For real,” he interrupted, looking at her from the side. “I didn’t mean to come to your place to hurl. I never mean it and it somehow always happens and I’m really sorry. I can leave if you-”

“Oh, shut it,” she said with a small grin. “It’s okay. I’m not letting you leave like this. So stay put and get better.”

He smiled slightly in return, then grimaced. “Seline?”

“Yes?”

“I hate this.”

She laughed softly at that and leaned closer. Matthew took the trashcan from her hands and buried his head inside it. Putting both her hands on his back, she felt his whole spine shake with the next lurch that finally brought chunky liquid out. She winced as it splashed against the plastic.

A slight pause came. Matthew lifted his head hesitantly. His nose was running and there was vomit hanging from his lips and chin.

Seline patted his arm. “Be right back.” She hurried to get a paper roll from the kitchen before sliding behind Matthew. He had his feet planted on the floor, trashcan between his knees, head hanging low over it, looking helpless and lost. But he sighed at her touch.

She offered him one of the papers, but his grip on the trashcan didn’t loosen one bit. She gave up and wiped his chin herself, catching all the droplets and throwing the crumpled sheet into the trash. “There you go. You are alright.”

Matthew stayed silent, blinking hazily. Then his back arched and he was heaving again. She raised herself on her knees with his back in between and rubbed at the sweaty pullover.

When he pitched forward with a loud throaty gurgle, she sneaked a hand under his hoodie, over his stomach. Seline wasn’t sure what was allowed or not, but he didn’t protest her administrations, so she went with the feeling. His middle was bloated and tense under her hand, puffed out despite all the emptying his body been doing from both ends.

Matthew moaned against her and she could feel his stomach muscles clenching against her hand. She kneaded against the gurgly organ, which ushered a burp out and a handful of milky sickness. At least it was more watery now, coming easier.

Matthew gagged and heaved, a torrent of liquid rushing out. He was left coughing and catching his breath for a few more minutes, even when he came up empty. Then he let go of the trashcan and tipped back, unknowingly leaning against her chest. She squicked quietly and laughed. “Okay, okay, easy, big guy.”

Seline slid from behind him and helped him ease against the couch until he was lying down, propped up on two pillows. When she stood up to get rid of the stinking bag, she felt a tug on her sleeve.

“Where-...are you…?” Matthew blinked sleepily, dazed and confused. It wasn’t fair. Why did she suddenly feel so protective of him? His dark brown eyes looked like big chocolate cookies, lost in his ashen face.

Taking mercy on him, she twisted the bag shut and pushed it aside, sitting down next to his head. “Shhh. I’m not going anywhere.”

They sat in silence as Matthew took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling irregularly before evening out. His eyes slid shut and he reached out a hand towards her. Seline could do nothing but take it, holding it over his shoulder. Effectively trapped beside him.

Pretty sure he would never allow himself such a touch if he was fully coherent. But with the fever raging against him and with how dizzy and exhausted he was after the bounds of vomiting, she could see a completely different side to her gruff red-haired protector. Protector? She still thought his shadow was more of a hindrance to him, but he was getting better. This human weakness was proof.

She slipped her fingers over his forehead, pulling the sweaty strands from his face. Then she combed them through his hair.

Matt grumbled softly, sounding content.

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govindhtech · 6 months ago

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lisbeth-kk · 2 years ago

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May 11 prompt: stars (Thanks @notjustamumj)

Planned to perfection

It’s their last evening in Sussex before going back to London. Seeing Sherlock relaxed and content, not once bored during the whole week, is still something John marvels in. He wants to make the last hours special. John’s planned a little thing, nothing fancy, but he knows Sherlock will appreciate it.

The garden outside the cottage is fairly large, with a wisteria tree, a few cherry and apple trees, flowers in every colour known to man, small bushes and at the far end, bee hives. That’s were Sherlock currently is. Saying his farewell to these creatures he’s so fascinated by.

John’s lit candles and placed them on the table by the large daybed. A bottle of champagne is cooling in an ice bucket and on a glass platter, chocolatecovered strawberries are waiting to be feasted on.

Sherlock’s approaching John and his eyes blink rapidly. He’s been too spellbound by the bees to have noticed John’s activity.

«John, what’s this?» he asks puzzled.

John looks at him and smiles that radiating smile which makes Sherlock warm with sentiment. He takes Sherlock’s hands, bring them to his lips and kisses every knuckle reverently.

«I just wanted to make our last night a little special. It’s been such a lovely holiday and it deserves a proper finale,» John says.

Sherlock bows his head, grip John’s shoulders and kisses him. Softly at first, then tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His tongue finds John’s mouth open and willing, and when John’s tongue meets his, it sends sparkles down Sherlock’s spine. They’re both a bit breathless when they part.

«I love you,» Sherlock murmurs and places his forehead on John’s.

«I love you too,» John says. «Now, come on. Let’s indulge in the gastronomic treats I’ve prepared.»

John leaves it to Sherlock to open the champagne, which he obviously does impeccably. He fills the flutes, puts the bottle back in the ice bucket and hands one of the flutes to John. The wine is exquisite with small bubbles and a hint of biscuits and slightly citrusy.

«Perfect,» John states, and Sherlock concurs.

They seat themselves comfortably against the cushions and John places the platter with the strawberries between them. With an ardent expression, John picks one up, lifts his hand and leads the treat to Sherlock’s mouth. He parts his lips and takes the offered sweet. Before John withdraws his hand, Sherlock’s tongue licks at John’s fingers, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

«Jesus,» John whispers.

Sherlock reciprocates the favour and John makes good use of his own tongue on those long delicate fingers, which elicits a moan from Sherlock’s throat. He’s reluctant to remove his fingers, but John just pulls away with a grin.

«Later, sweetheart,» he promises and pours some more champagne into their flutes.

It’s getting dark, and just as John hoped, the sky above them is filled with twinkling stars. He scoots closer to Sherlock, the platter’s long gone and the bottle’s almost empty.

«Lie down with me, and look at the stars for a while» John prompts.

They lie hand in hand and revels in the beautiful sky.

«Thank you for this, John,» Sherlock says quietly and squeezes John’s hand.

John props himself up on an elbow, looking down at Sherlock. He brushes away an unruly curl from Sherlock’s forehead and just takes in the sight of the beautiful man. The temptation to bend down to kiss the irresistable neck is suddenly too strong and Sherlock’s evident approval tells John all he needs to know.

«I want to make love to you,» John whispers against Sherlock’s skin.

«God yes, John, please.»

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drarrily-we-row-along · 4 years ago

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Day 8: Chickens

The moment he stepped through the wards around their property, all of the stress and anxiety from his day fell away. Harry's magic tingled over his skin, washing away any remaining tension and he found himself breathing a little deeper.

The sun was warm on his face as he headed toward the cozy little cottage that Draco still couldn't believe that he got to call home. The wind rustled through the ivy and Draco drew up short, his body stilling as he breathed in the fresh air and listened to the bird singing in the trees.

For what must have been the thousandth time, he felt wholly unworthy of this little slice of heaven.

One of Harry's bees floated over across the open space between Draco and the hive and settled into his hair, disrupting his thoughts, he landed lightly before lifting off and pausing somewhere else on his head. Something warmed in his chest at the memory of Harry, his voice ringing clear in his ear's, He thinks you're a flower. You should be flattered!

Draco had never swatted at a bee again after that.

After another moment of enjoying the warm breeze and the scent of lilacs drifting through the air, Draco resumed his walk to the cheerful red front door.

"Harry?" he called out as he entered, shooing Tillie (the orange tabby) down off the counter so he could set down his things.

When there was no response he wandered back toward their bedroom, "Harry?" he tried again, pushing the door open only to find Rupert (the three-legged beagle) curled up on their pillows.

"Are you supposed to be laying on our pillows?" Draco asked, hands on his hip.

Rupert merely thumped his tale in reply, lifting his head and sticking his nose out slightly, obviously in search of pats.

Draco obliged him for a moment, "Where's Harry?" he asked him. Rupert rolled onto his back for belly rubs. "Better yet, where's Marcy?" he asked.

At that name, Rupert perked up, wagging his tale and looking around the room for the giant dog that Harry had rescued from a trap three months ago. Draco maintained that she was part wolf but Harry either disagreed or didn't care, and Marcy (like the other dozen animals) had been adopted into their home.

Draco often joked that he wasn't the first lost, desperate creature that Harry had rescued and he certainly wasn't the last.

And Harry always replied, 'but you are the one I love the most.'

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He smiled to himself as he gave the dog one more pat before standing up and starting toward the door. A warning hiss had him pausing and looking down, "Zephyr," he sighed, bending down to pick up the snake, "We have been through this. If you don't want to get stepped on, don't go slithering across the floor all willy-nilly."

The snake slid up his arm and wrapped himself around Draco's neck. Draco tsked and headed back out toward the living room once more.

Just as he was heading into the kitchen to start on dinner, the door was kicked open and Harry came bundling in, arms laden with fabric of some kind. Marcy trotted along behind him, eyes clocking Draco before she trailed Harry to the kitchen.

Completely oblivious to the fact that Draco was standing there, Harry bustled into the kitchen and over to the island at the center, murmuring, "I've got you, babies."

Draco's heart just opened itself up, the bottom completely dropping out as he watched the other man. He followed him into the kitchen where Harry was setting the fabric down and spreading it open.

"What do you have there?" Draco asked.

Harry jumped, "Cor, Draco," he said. "You startled me."

"Sorry," Draco replied, mostly unrepentant as he leaned in to press a kiss to Harry's temple.

"Hi," Harry said, a warm smile spreading across his face as though Draco had done something amazing by simply coming home. Harry leaned in to kiss him and Zephyr decided to jump ship and slither his way to wrap around Harry instead.

Harry hissed a greeting to the rainbow boa as he butted his head against Harry's chin.

Marcy nudged Draco's hand and Draco greeted her as Harry turned back to the table. He hissed something at the snake, a warning Draco thought, before opening the folds of the cloth to reveal five perfectly ordinary looking eggs.

"What are they?" Draco asked, a bit suspicious in spite of himself.

Harry glanced over at him, "What do you think they are?" he asked, a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

"Something menacing, most likely," Draco replied.

Greta stuck her head in the window at that and let out an ungodly noise, nearly startling Draco out of his skin.

"Yes, I hear you, you noisy goat," Harry chided. "It's past your dinner time, I know. Come round through the door like a civilized creature," he added as he nudged her back from the window over the sink.

Draco shook his head as the stupid goat obediently left the window and trotted over to the door. "Menace," he grumbled. "I still think she does it on purpose just to startle me."

Chuckling, Harry grabbed a bucket and fetched some grain from the barrel in the corner, patting Greta's side as she dove in.

"We need to get an incubator set up for these little loves. Their mother was murdered," he added with a frown.

Draco started to help him move things out of the way. "So what are they? Alligators? Thestrals? Dragons?"

Harry laughed, "Chickens."

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Six days later the chicks hatched.

Draco found Harry at half past five in the morning, out of bed, leaning over the incubator that they'd set up, speaking to the chicks softly as they peeped up at him. He was very gently stroking their fluffy little heads with his finger, obviously besotted.

Draco pressed a kiss to the side of Harry's head, his hand skimming across Harry's lower back as he walked past to make coffee, "How early were you up?" he murmured into the warm, dark kitchen.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, "A quarter to four, I just had a feeling that they were coming, you know?"

And while Draco did not have any such premonitions about animals, he understood that Harry somehow always knew so he nodded, "I know."

"I didn't want them to be alone," Harry whispered, turning back and gently stroking their downy little heads.

And Draco's heart ached with love and affection. It shouldn't be possible to love someone this much, he thought to himself.

"I know," Draco said, carrying a cup of coffee over to Harry and leaning against him as he looked in at the baby chicks.

"Want to hear their names?" Harry asked, his voice excited like a child at Christmas.

"I do," Draco replied, hooking his chin over Harry shoulder and wrapping his free arm around Harry's waist.

"This is Helga," Harry told him, pointing to the fluffiest chick. "This one is Sally," he said, pointing to the one with her head tucked, sleeping. "Godyva," he said, indicating the one with dark feathers in her wings who was pecking at her reflection. "That's Rowena," he said, stroking the head of the smallest chick. "And this one is Betty."

"Betty?" Draco asked and he couldn't keep himself from laughing.

Harry chuckled too and Draco could feel his laugh and he loved that. Loved Harry. "Betty seems like a perfect name for a hen."

"It does," he conceded, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of Harry's neck. "It just surprised me."

The other man leaned against him, yawning, "I hope they imprint on Marcy."

Draco spluttered a laugh, "You're ridiculous."

"Mmm," Harry hummed, voice soft, and low, and happy; and Draco wanted to melt in it. "You love me."

"Circe help me, I do," he replied. "I really do."

Day 7: Wedding | Day 9: Nose Kisses

#Oh my gosh nonnie! Thank you for this prompt #seriously #I loved writing this #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #drarry au #soft #love #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #one word prompt #day 8: chickens #send me a one word prompt and I'll write you a ficlet

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vivifrage · 4 years ago

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Hatchday

Ghost woke to their sibling's hand shaking them awake. Well, more like rolling them like dough, most of their body cupped in Hollow's palm.

They swatted at their sibling's wrist and when they tried to pull away, Ghost latched on, letting themself be hauled up to eye level. Hollow shook with laugher, bouncing Ghost as if to test their weight.

Even after Ghost dropped to the floor, Hollow stroked the space between their horns with a thumb and held one of their hands in their fingers to marvel at how small. Ghost's continued staring didn't bother them, but they finished with their game eventually and gestured for Ghost to follow them.

Rude sibling. Ghost smacked their ankle. They were clutchmates, excuse them. They were not a hatchling.

Something did smell very nice. A food smell? Yes, a food smell, and Hollow was leading them to the kitchen. Food was so fun. Midwife even let them help sometimes, when she cooked! All the siblings were learning, she said. Learning important things like not touching hot stuff, and using knives right. Knives were strange, like nails more than needles, but different even from those.

The kitchen indeed smelled wonderfully. Sweet, but not as sticky-sweet as the Hive. And there was baking smell, too.

They darted around Hollow and charged into the kitchen, shadows bursting around them as they dashed through the doorway.

Midwife curled up by the stove, all her long loops piled together, and she looked over at the siblings' approach. Her mask was all the way on, thankfully, and she didn't seem to be about to remove it. They didn't like how fast she was at that.

"Oh, hello dears! Sit down, sit down. The honey cake is almost done, as best I can guess."

Honey cake?

Ghost immediately disobeyed the command to sit down and launched themself onto Midwife's side, the danger of her teeth forgotten for the sake of honey cake. They stared at the stove and the chamber below, the glow of heat below it.

"Yes, dear." Midwife's voice was a little strained, and so Ghost let her move them back with one of her many legs. (They wondered if, for long things, legs and size were inverse? A wyrm had none, Bardoon had few, Midwife had many.) "I know you two like it, and I thought I ought to make something special. Why not?"

They cocked their head, Hollow doing the same behind them.

"Happy hatchday," came Hornet's voice from the doorway, all tired like she'd been running around too early. Which she probably was.

Ghost jumped off Midwife's side to run to her anyways.

She held out a hand to stop them, her other occupied with a small bucket. They strained to look up at it, Hollow loomed above to look down into it. She chuckled, let Hollow get a good look, then tilted the bucket to show Ghost a handful of little red berries. Small, plump, and overall very nice, but not many at all. Where did she find these?

"Hallownest hatchday tradition," she explained while Hollow nuzzled her, their mask bumping against and almost under hers. "The one who hatched gets a number of these berries according to how many years ago they hatched. I couldn't find many, though, and I don't know how old you two are anyways. Not that we know your hatchday, either, really. Today will have to suffice."

Hollow's arm looped around her for a brief hug. Well, Ghost didn't know this hatchday stuff, but if it made Hollow happy, then all right. Plus, Hornet must have had to go looking and looking for these! A caring sister. They stepped forwards to thank her with a hug of their own.

"Okay, if you two want these, you have to let me go." Even with her batting at them, the siblings were slow to let their little sister go.

Now Ghost sat at the table, watching Hornet as she produced those few berries and set them in front of Hollow and Ghost, one by one, until they had four apiece.

Ghost certainly wasn't four, but if they got the amount of berries that probably matched their real age, they'd not be able to eat them all.

"Go on," Hornet said, popping a leftover berry in her mouth.

Ghost and Hollow both picked up one; it was small even in Ghost's hands, and ridiculously delicate pinched in Hollow's fingers. But both ate them anyways.

Oh! They were sweet! Nice and sweet, with a little pop of juice and barely an edge of tartness. Ghost shoved another in their mouth as fast as they could, bursting it on the roof of their mouth before resolving to savor the rest. Only four this year, after all.

But... maybe five, next year. Five would be nice.

And maybe they'd know how to make the honey cake by then, too, to make it even sweeter.

#hollow knight #did i remember the 4th anniversary? no #will i write up something silly using a bit of headcanon from an AU that's never being posted? yes #jaxx writes

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thatoneao3writer · 4 years ago

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Can I get a fic where the Titans and the Hive are just stuck in a perpetual eternal prank war for the whole of April? I just feel that it would be hilarious to see Skeppy getting mad at everyone who pranks BBH ("Hey, only I can prank him!"), Dream protecting George at every turn ("Watch out!" "Dream, it's just a water gun." "...I knew that."), Ponk and Awesamdude teaming up to prank others and defend each other, and just ultimate chaos in general. - Anonybro

(Hi! Hello! I hope you don't mind me answering this pretty late ><)

A hooded figure grinned mischievously as they stared at the clock.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

One minute.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

In just under a minute, they are finally able to start their plans. Everyone would be asleep, they won’t know what’s coming to them, it’s perfect.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

The hooded figure rubbed their hands menacingly, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud. No need to expose themselves so early in the morning.

Tick Tock Tick- The hand struck twelve.

With a smirk, the figured crossed out a date on the calendar with thick red lines. It’s time.

“AHHHHHHH!!!”

Sam shot up from bed with a start. He looked around with groggy eyes, fuck he needs to wake up- He turned to his right to wake up Ponk.

“Ponkie, up, up!! There might be an intruder, Bad might be in danger- hurry!” He urged, already jumping up from the bed- and immediately slipping on a bunch of marbles and landing on his back with a hiss.

Ponk, still very much half-asleep, peeked from the bed. “Are you okay?” He asked healf-heartedly, obviously trying to keep his giggles to himself.

Sam glared lightly. “What’s the date today?” He asked instead of answering, not even bothering to stand up or to go check on BBH anymore.

His partner disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing again. “April 1st,” he answered with a yawn.

Sam sighed, lifting hi chest up to grab a marble that was irritating his back. He lifted the marble to the morning sun coming from the curtain cracks. “This month is going to be horrible,” he said.

Ponk hummed in agreement before he lazily plopped himself on top of Sam, the sudden weight making the other man gasp in surprise, the were still marbles on his back... Well, at least Ponk wasn’t wearing his prosthetics, otherwise, Sam would have gotten more than just mere bruises.

“PUFFY!!” Bad screeched as he entered the kitchen, waving a bunch of paper at her angrily.

Ant looked up from his perch on Puffy’s shoulders to mew at his friend, the immediately went back to napping.

Puffy paused eating her cereal and quirked an eyebrow at the furious demon. “Yeah Bad?” She asked before going to drink some water.

BBH threw the pieces of paper on the table. Puffy saw the graphic drawings of dicks and immediately lost her shit. She accidentally spat out her drink and started laughing so hard that Ant fell from her shoulders.

Ant whined as he transformed back to human at stood on his knees, just enough to see what was on the table, then as expected he bust out laughing just as hard as Puffy.

“These were all over my window! Who put it there?!” BBH demanded, not finding this amusing at the very least.

Puffy gasped and wheezed, holding up a finger, asking for a minute. “I-I don’t know- but whoever did was a genius! AHAHAHA”

BBH grumbled as he took the pictures and threw them in a portal the led straight to the fiery pits of hell. “This isn’t funny! And when I find out who did it...”

Puffy and Ant didn’t hear the last of the sentence, too busy laughing to even notice the demon walking away to look for whoever was responsible.

Dream kicked down the door to the kitchen, watching as a bucket of water fell and crashed on the floor. Too easy. He picked in, cautious, the room was dark... too dark. He reached over to switch on the lights and-

“Fuck-!” He pulled away immediately after feeling the electric shock.

“HAHA! You fell for it! What an idiot!” Quackity mocked from the shadows.

Dream glared at the dark room, cursing himself for not being cautious enough to bring his night-vision goggles. “Come out you coward!” He said.

Quackity giggled, his voice echoing in the dark room. “Am I the coward? Or are you? Why aren’t you coming in Dream? Scared?” He taunted.

Dream grit his teeth, his knuckles clenching into a tight fist. “I know you set up some traps, I’m no idiot.” He grit out.

A pair of pure white eyes appeared from the shadows, Quackity was in his true form. “That wasn’t my question Dream... or should I say, coward?” He mocked before disappearing into the shadows again.

“I’m not a coward!” Dream growled before he made a mistake and stepped into the room in an attempt to catch the shape-shifter.

Oh shit- Dream groaned as a piece of pie was shoved to his face. Shaking in pure rage at the sound of Quackity victorious cheering and mockery.

Ant’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance at the sight of a huge diamond statue of a dick in their backyard. The little shit didn’t even try to hide his identity.

The shapeshifter dialed out a number with a pleasant smile. “Hey Bad...”

“SKEPPY! WHY THE FUCK DID A HUGE DIAMOND DICK FALL FROM THE SKY AND RUIN OUR ROOF!?”

“My work bench! Who took my work bench!” Sam demanded, coming out from his room. Incidentally, he bumped into a peeved looking Ponk. “Oh hey Ponkie, what’s up?”

“Someone took my desk and I’m going to find out who that is so I know who to chef up.” He huffed.

Sam nodded understandingly. “I’ll help you with that,” he promised.

Ponk looked up at him. “What’s up with you?” He asked.

“Well, someone thought would be funny to take my work bench and let me tell ya, that is not funny. And whoever took your desk, might be the same person who took my work bench.” He explained.

“You mean that work bench?”

Sam turned to look at Ponk, who had paused walking and was now pointing out the window. “What?” He asked, walking to Ponk and seeing the ridiculous looking house made of tables and work benches and desks, and one of which is his. “What?” He repeated more incredulously.

Ponk snorted. “That’s so stoopid. Why would anyone do that?” He asked no one in particular before bursting into uncontrollable giggles.

Sam couldn’t help but join in.

“DREAM! DREAM!!!!”

“Dammit Sapnap! Pipe down would you?” George reprimanded, rubbing at his ears.

Sapnap muttered a half-assed apology as he marched off, screaming Dream’s name. George sighed in relief, going back to reading his book in peace.

A few seconds later, a grumpy looking Velvet entered the living room. “Have you seen Dream?” He asked.

George groaned, not bothering to put down his book. “No,” he stated simply. Smiling in relief as his friend walked away.

Suddenly, a heavy weight settled itself next to George. The human could feel a pair of eyes staring at him, but he didn’t give them any attention. Then again, they were distracting him from his book...

He finally gave in and put down his book, turning to glare at Quackity. “What?”

“Dream changed the Netflix password.” He said with big puppy eyes.

“He what?” George immediately tossed his book to the coffee table and leaped from the couch. “Dream?? DREAM!!!”

(Feel free to make your own interpretation on who the person in the beginning is >< or who put the dicks on BBH’s window lmfao)

#awesamdude #dropsbyponk #badboyhalo #captain puffy #antfrost #dreamwastaken #quackity #skeppy #velvetiscake #georgenotfound #sapnap #ask #timb writes #my fic #dick jokes #a lot of it because thats what dsmp is all about /j #ttau

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dreams-in-daylight · 3 years ago

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ACNH Free DIY Recipes!!!

Acoustic guitar

Autumn wall

Bamboo candleholder

Bamboo lunchbox

Basket pack

Beekeeper’s hive

Birdhouse

Blue rose crown

Bonfire

Cardboard bed

Cherry lamp

Cherry-blossom-petal pile

Clackercart

Classic pitcher

Floral swag

Fruit basket

Garden rock

Golden dishes

Golden toilet

Gold-armor shoes

Grass skirt

Hyacinth lamp

Infused-water dispenser

Ironwood dresser

Jail bars

Leaf umbrella x2

Leo sculpture

Lily record player

Log chair

Log decorative shelves

Log steaks

Lucky gold cat

Mush log

Natural garden table

Orange hat

Orange rug

Orange wall-mounted clock

Pansy table

Peach hat

Peach wall

Pear dress

Pond stone x2

Shell fountain

Shell speaker

Shell stool

Simple DIY workbench

Snowflake wreath

Stacked-wood wall

Stone lion-dog

Stone table

Tea table

Terrarium

Tiki torch

Tiny library

Tree branch wreath

Underwater flooring

Western-style stone

Windflower fan

Wooden bucket

Wooden chair

Wooden low table

Wooden-block bench

Message me if you’re interested in any of these!

Updated: Feb 17th 2022

#ACNH #free #diys #recipes #animal crosing new horizons #new horizons

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reynie-muldoons · 4 years ago

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'The Art of Conveyance and Round-Trippery' Liveblog!

Sorry this is a few days late!! I moved across the country this weekend, we drove like 13 hours within 2 days and we did a lot of heavy lifting. I'm exhausted, but the boxes are slowly emptying and I've been wanting to watch this episode so gd bad, so LESGO

Over halfway through the season!!!! That's absolutely surreal

1:11 oooh they're getting their royal fitting

1:22 LMAOO WTF 😂😂 Princess Diaries vibes

1:42 ✨CONFIDENCE✨

1:52 Alfonse is a perfect name for that guy HAHA

2:05 Nathaniel, my guy, you've made some points

2:11 "do you feel your power?" POWER RANGERS, GO

2:24 no no hesitation just prolly thinkin bout how he was caught cheatin

2:39 "can you not allow yourselves luxury?" okay fr I feel that I get Nice Things Guilt(tm) too easily

2:52 dayummmm let's talk about Sticky being a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, mans is brave as fuck under extreme pressure and loyal to the point of putting himself on the line

3:15 bro Sticky getting some recognition. Love to see it, he deserves it

3:19 "is that a coincidence? Or written in the stars?" IS DR. CURTAIN CATCHING ON THAT THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE OR LIKEEEE

3:49 WHAT WORD AROUND CAMPUS 😭😭😭 MY BOYS ARE NOT A MISTAKE HOW DARE YOU

4:09 why doess the action of Dr. Curtain putting the sash on them seem so nefarious

4:36 I dont really understand the whole pastel yellow, blue, and pink palette of the school but the boys both look pretty okay in their vest-sash getup

4:42 THE OPENINGGGGG. This shit slaps.

5:41 Kate and Constance look so fucking cute in that shot, dont ask me why but hnnggggg

5:54 sash rope 😂😭 kate, honey, that's a reach

6:09 it might feel buttery, but, my guy, it also looks buttery. It's literally the color of butter. Get yourself some crisco

6:24 I find it kinda interesting that they made up new riddles for the show, I'm almost positive that that one wasn't in the book. Correct me if I'm wrong though

7:03 "I'm not gonna apologize for knowing things" the sass. the ✨confidence✨. living for it

7:03 If they build on that it sets Sticky up really nicely for the arc in the second book where he starts to show off a little

7:15 tiny Constance who is constantly dressed in pink with cute little braids is the perfect medium for the most morbid comments 😂😂

7:55 Martina's hot in her uniform. Can't prove me wrong.

8:15 why does that make me sad 🥺 eat with your friendssss. iirc they only talked about eating at the Messenger table in the books

8:26 dipshits forgot their lunches. Seems Constance is holding the communal braincell atm

8:50 anyone have Guiness on speed dial? Reynie and Sticky have a submission for them

9:25 oh hello this was alluded to in the preview!!! Morse code is compromised, rip

10:05 so are Jackson and Jillson stuck with night guard duty all the time?? They've been outside at night a lot

10:18 ahhhhhh the little blinkie light, stopppp

10:25 MILLIGANNNNN!!!

10:25 so is this the point where he starts staying on the island with them????

10:39 so are they just like "fuck it we'll do it right before sundown" ???? Like Jackson and Jillson are still gonna be on the lookout, they aren't gonna chill just because it's not fully dark

10:50 did the kids.....just not tell them that Mr. Bloom was on the island 😂 nice oversight guys

11:05 MADGE TIME MADGE TIME

11:05 remind me to tell you guys a story about Madge, I may or may not have done something irl a few years ago that would make y'all proud 😂😂😂

11:16 idk why but it makes me so happy that they kept Madge as a peregrine falcon

11:37 Rhonda, my love, you have my heart in your hands

11:46 roll credits

12:05 THE HEAD SHAKE HAHAHAH

12:06 Awww man, I was so excited for Milligan to be on the island .-. He must have been scoping out the inlet

12:07 "they're quite regal" A. I read the subtitles as "legal" the first time and that's somehow really in character for him, and B. IS MILLIGAN GOING TO NAME HER???!? HER MAJESTY???? PLEASE I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH

12:15 his grimace KILLS ME

12:17 the hard cut from Nicholas in a brown setting and brown suit to Nathaniel in a blue setting and blue suit was lowkey striking

12:36 are they looking up Morse code 😳 can you imagine if they wrote down the message and are now decoding it

12:41 omfg all that for a HAT 🙃 I feel stupid

12:51 two things: 1. Those walls are atrocious, and 2. Yeah, talk about Morse code in a louder voice Connie girl, you're just in a public hallway

13:03 I'm sorry but those orange pillar things are not the vibe

13:03 the golden gate bridge called, they want their arches back

13:10 please let Kate climb the tower before the end of season 1. please.

13:22 y'all are about to be flying something else 😎

13:33 cleansing breaths

13:47 OH HELLO MESSENGER DUTY ALREADY??

14:06 what the heck is that teal pole for 😭😭

14:12 blindfold timeeee

I'm so sorry but I'm exhausted, it's 11:30 pm on Sunday night right now, I'll finish this episode tomorrow morning after I get some sleepies

Good morningggg lesgetatit

14:50 "vomit of metal" ashhdjdjd

15:16 a wild Martina appears!

15:36 and if you folks look to your left, you'll see a wild Constance being the voice of reason once again

15:57 "lose the bucket" "I'm not gonna do that" HELL YEAH KATE

16:07 I get not having the bucket on the court lolol, I thought Martina was telling Kate to lose the bucket in general. Like, yeah, good luck convincing her to so that

16:35 show!Kate is much angrier than book!Kate and I'm still deciding how I feel about that. The Kate we've known from the books is a sunshine baby with looots of repressed trauma.

17:03 ......what is that. why is that.

17:11 WAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE REYNIE AHEHDJDJD

17:15 HI MADGE

17:41 the grand swell in the music makes me think it's going to go comically wrong

17:51 she's majestic because she's a queen 🥺

18:03 LMAO CALLED IT

18:14 Rhonda and Number Two getting at each other is such a sisterly thing to do 😂😂😂

18:37 ohhhhh? Someone's approaching? Miss Perumal perhaps????

18:45 YEAHHHHH BABY

18:50 PROTECTIVE MOM COMIN IN HOT!!!

19:22 THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭😭 I feel like I've been subconsciously starved for her and Mr. Benedict's interactions

19:36 died at that line in the one trailer

20:00 so Miss Perumal pulled a Sherlock Holmes. Love that for her

20:20 Cheri Tupintown??? Of all the aliases they could pick, Cheri Tupintown???

20:33 "Power in Truth Inc" that HAS to be something Rhonda came up with

21:01 you can literally watch Mr. Benedict realize that this is a woman not to be fucked with and he is CORRECT

21:23 "he's fine. Perfectly fine." At this, Mr. Benedict's pants caught aflame.

21:52 something about Constance sitting in on practice!!! It scratches an itch!!!!

22:19 "incorporate the helix. Live in the helix." Lord Helix is pleased with this offering.

22:26 so what I'm hearing is Kate is going to blow up on Constance for messing with the bucket

23:13 unrelated but Jillson'a shoes are cute

23:29 why does this room give off Johnny Depp's willy wonka vibes

24:13 that looks like a chair from a doctor's office waiting room 😭

25:29 they do be egg heads tho

26:02 baby girl, I have no idea why you're crying at weird art but let me dry your tears 🥺🥺

26:50 SHE FOUND ITTTT

27:27 okay Indiana Jones, go off

27:46 why did that kinda sound like Miss Perumal

28:43 the return of everyone's favorite, "enjoyable"

29:05 not that I'm not loving the ice breaker questions and the one-sided conversation, but I'm not loving it

29:22 oh so we're getting right into it aren't we

29:54 his eyes being open again makes this infinitely creepier

30:36 "where's your proof?" Miss Perumal doesnt fuck around!!!

31:29 you're telling me Constance has been there all day?? And Kate went to find her???? 🥺

31:58 oh so we're getting right to it then?? Kate addressing her independence and trust issues arc????

33:29 NEWS!!!!

33:49 CONSTANCE RIDING PIGGYBACK!!!!!!

34:04 okay, so they opened the murder hole, what are they gonna do now

34:59 Italian? 🤨 m'sir that is so fancy

34:59 fun story I learned Italian diction in college, so I know a little bit

35:16 "take your time" the whisperer says, immediately repeating the prompt to get the answer sooner

35:31 theeeeere it is

35:46 SOMETHING ABOUT THE WHISPERER SAYING "YOU ARE HOME" 😭😭😭 the show really played up the cult shit!!

36:02 Kate being protective of Constance 🥺

36:20 ohhh shit is it time for Connie girl to have double Reynie? Double Sticky?

36:36 STICKY

36:52 "what kind of nonsense?" HAVE THEY NOT ASKED THAT BEFORE THIS?????

37:14 "and your tiny brain can somehow pick it up!!" KATE STOP 😂😂😂

37:16 "I knew you had to be special in some way." WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

37:51 she's right, this is disregard for their safety. The show made Mr. Benedict and his team a lot more back-alley and dishonest, and Miss Perumal has every reason to be pissed

38:30 oh good they finally remembered he has narcolepsy

39:38 and the best mom award goes to:

40:38 I was gonna say that this hallway is how I imagined the KEEP in riddle of ages but then I remembered that (spoilers) the Institute is the KEEP

40:46 oh, hello propoganda

41:10 that's the other person Rhonda couldn't contact, along with Mr. Bloom. This has to be the brainsweeping process

41:22 yeppppp

41:44 this dark doctor's office theme gives me horror movie vibes

42:22 ohhhh, so that's how they replaced that scene where the four of them jump in a crate to hide and Sticky drops his glasses in the open

42:47 and so we've come to the part of the story where Sticky and Reynie become infinitely more conflicted

42:47 and since we've reached that point..... can we have the white knight scene? Pretty please? Please Disney I'm begging you-

43:12 so Reynie just figured that out without Constance? :/

44:03 love the manipulation

44:31 I'm sorry, the farm?

44:35 farm and forest????

45:16 "the Emergency has served its purpose" 😳 well okay then murder man

45:39 "one thought, one purpose" the hive mind rises once more

45:48 LOVE THE MANIPULATION

46:07 "what have you done to earn anyone's trust?" VALID

46:26 "please do!" WHY AM I EMOTIONAL

47:06 "we still have the falcon" that you do 😂

47:19 AYYY HERE WE GO!!! Time for Milligan to stay on the island??

47:49 ohhhh Constance, casual telepath strikes again

48:16 "stop it, Kate!" OOOOHHHHH

48:53 that line ("it would be nice to be unburdened") would be funny as shit if not for the fact that Constance is a telepath unbeknownst to herself and can both subconsciously perceive people's thoughts and hear the subliminal messages

49:20 HI MRS. PERUMAL!!!

49:25 wow, she's really going through with it 😳 not that I doubted her, but still, that's dedication

49:39 OH SHIT

50:17 oh, so he's an asshole to SQ too. Got it. Torches and pitchforks? Ready to kick his ass?

50:40 "for the moment, anyway" FUCKIN WHAT

This episode was really good!!! They covered a LOT. I hope Miss Perumal comes back to the group and talks about her findings, I hope Milligan goes to get the kids and they tell him no, and I hope they get that classic 4-person Society brainstorming and binding time that hits that sweet spot

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the art of conveyance and round trippery #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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mommymooze · 4 years ago

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A Lesson in Beekeeping

Claude x reader

Warning: bee sex discussed. Honeybees. Bee Stings. The noble worker bee giving up her life for the hive

Today is a free day. Free from classes and studying and homework. Everyone needs time to themselves to relax and do what interests them. You’re deep in the woods near the monastery, collecting plants, seeds, flowers and mushrooms. Your restful time alone is interrupted as Claude, your house leader, has found you.

“What’s a little girl like you doing out in the dark spooky woods? You better watch out for big bad wolves!” Claude laughs.

“I’m not Lys. This isn’t frightening. The higher altitude and specific climate divergence varies greatly from what I am accustomed to, as well as the flora has specific diverse qualities that interest me.”

“No need to go all Linhardt on me.” The dark haired male backpedals.

“New place, new plants.” You translate.

“You’re not going to complain about being called little?” Claude elbows you, digging for a reaction.

You roll your eyes. “My stature is undisputed. 95% of the student body is taller than I am. As time passes, the percentage pullulates.”

“So now what am I going to pick on?” Claude shrugs.

“Your pants, most likely, you’re standing amongst cockleburs.” You grin.

Pulling your notebook out, you scribble something on a page, stuffing a few leaves in the book before you return it to your pocket.

The next day, Professor Byleth makes an announcement to the class. “The kitchen is in need of anyone who is familiar with collecting honey or bees.” She continues to read the note and frowns. “Honeybuns no longer available in the kitchen.” She looks panicked.

Dorothea, recently recruited into the house raises her hand. “Ferdinand is much like a bee, send him!”

You raise your hand. “I will assist.” You do not mind missing the afternoon class for weapons training and maintenance, since you are a mage, it does not interest you.

“I’ll give it a shot.” Claude throws his hat into the ring.

“You guys are creepy, wanting to play with bugs.” Lysithia snipes.

Class ends and everyone heads out for lunch. Byleth thanks you and Claude for saving the honey buns.

You finish lunch quickly and head to the back entrance of the Kitchens. Martha greets you and hands you a few buckets and sharp knives. They don’t really have the beekeeping equipment, the keeper left suddenly due to his mother becoming ill.

“Looks like we’re going to have to improvise.” You groan.

“To be honest, I’ve never done this before. Always willing to learn something new though.” Claude confesses.

You frown at him. “You’re just curious because their stings contain poison.”

Claude looks away.

You run over to the Golden Deer lunch table. “Professor, we’re going to need assistance gathering equipment together. I’m going to leave the buckets and knives here, if anyone can add to it bring it here. Dorothea, do you have any stiff wide brimmed hats? I need 2. Leonie, can you bring some scissors, needles, thread and thick twine string or cord. Going to need about 3-4 meters. Does anyone have any thick extra leather gloves? Especially if you don’t want them back because they are going to get messy. A pair for me and a pair for Claude. We also need 2 white long sleeved shirts. Ignatz, if you have a spare that would be wonderful. Need one for Claude too unless he has one.”

You run off to the marketplace to find some dark black diamond netting with the smallest holes you could find. Back at the dining hall the Deer have done the deed and all needed items are acquired.

You create a beekeepers veil from the hat, stitching the netting around the brim of each hat. Wearing the long sleeved shirt you put the hat on, then tie the hat itself on with it’s ribbons so it won’t fall off when you bend over. Then you tie the string over the veil around your neck so that the string goes under the collar of the shirt. Putting on the gloves, you stuff the cuffs inside then wrap the open end of the gloves shut with gauze, pinning then tying it with more string. At the bottom of your pants you tie them around your ankles keeping them close over your socks. You take extra string and wrap them around bundles of semi dry weeds you pilfered from the compost pile.

You are ready for the battle of the bees.

“How do you know all this?” Claude asks as you head out around the walls of the monastery. The bees are located around the back by the fruit trees.

“Grew up a farmer. Brothers wrangled the larger animals. I was stuck with smaller ones. Chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and bees. Need bees to pollenate fruit trees.”

“An expert on the birds and bees. Got it!” Claude grins.

“Have you ever been stung by a honeybee?” You ask him.

“Dunno. I’ve been stung by all kinds of bees. Black ones, yellow and black, black and white.” He shrugs.

“Claude! Just like every four legged animal is not just a horse, every flying insect is not necessarily a bee!!” You chastise him. “Honeybees are mostly non-threatening unless you are invading their home or disturb them while they gather nectar.” You stop at a nearby flowering bush. “This bush has all sorts of insects on it.” You take the sharp knife and point at a few different ones identifying them. Bluebottle fly, paper wasp, hornet, sweat bee, carpenter bee, bumblebee and finally honey bee.

“Most of the stinging insects have a sharp, smooth, pointy stinger, like Felix’s sword. The honeybee has a barb at the end of its stinger. Think of Byleth’s fishhook. The smooth stingers, can sting multiple times each putting a little poison in. Honeybees, when they sting, their barb gets stuck in your skin, and it rips off their stinger. When the stinger rips out, the poison sac comes along with it. The bee then dies, they are literally giving their life protecting their homes. Never use your fingers to grab the stinger to remove it, you are squeezing more poison into you. Scrape it off with the blade of the knife.”

“Good to know.” The archer nods.

“We are headed out to work on the bees. As soon as you notice you have been stung, we move away and make sure it won’t kill you. If it itches or swells a little, that’s normal. If you swell up to 10 times your normal size and stop breathing, you’re allergic.” You warn.

“Understood.” The Deer’s leaderman nods.

At the middle of the orchards are several different tables and boxes. You put the knife and bucket on the table. Inside of the boxes, with the front completely open, are what look like upside down baskets. They have a small hole in front that the bees are going in and out of at a fast rate.

“First we need smoke.” You instruct, taking out a bundle of semi dry weeds, lighting the ends with fire magic until most of the ends catch fire, then you blow the fire out. The weeds give off lots of smoke.

You tell Claude to wait by the table. You quickly go in front of a hive and lift it, pulling it out of the boxlike shelf and placing it on the table. You lift the hive pulling it to the edge of the table and let the smoke go into the hive for 30 seconds or so.

“Smoke gives the bees something to do besides chase you. When bees smell smoke, they think there is a fire in the hive. That means they have to grab what they can and get ready to leave. The bees are filling their stomachs as fast as they can and will fly off when the heat is too much. Another benefit of this is the bees will have a full stomach and are less likely to sting you. The bee has to curl its body to the front of it to sting you, like bending itself into a letter C. That is much harder to do when its gut is full, less likely to sting.”

You look underneath again There are several rows of beeswax combs hanging down with bees crawling all over them many bees face first into cells eating. You squat down low so you can look up into the hive. The white beeswax comb on the outside looks like it is empty, the next section of comb looks like it has some nectar or honey in it, and the one after that looks like it is fat with honey that has been covered over by the bees.

“Ok. This is a skep, we try to get bees to build their hives in them. It is thick rope that is bound together in sort of a bell or upside down pot shape. The bees start at the top and attach wax to the top, then create these combs. The combs are built hexagonal cells on each side at the tiniest bit of an angle, facing up in a wide V shape. That is so they can put nectar in it and fill it almost half way. Once the nectar is in, other bees will evaporate the water from the nectar by fanning their wings. Once enough water is evaporated, it turns the nectar to honey. Once it is the right thickness they fill the cell up completely, then bees cover it with wax to preserve it. Then we steal it.”

You stick the knife between the ropes of the skep. You cut through the beeswax at the top and sides of the third comb from the left until it comes loose in your hands. Gently, so gently, you pull it out from the hive. It has some bees on it, but most of them stay inside the hive.

“Honeycomb is made from wax that the bees shed off their bodies. They chew it until soft and build these perfectly symmetrical 6 sided cells. Notice the bottom of the cells on this side matches with where 3 cells come together on the other side. Makes it super strong. This honey is heavy, at least 15 pounds on this one chunk alone. We only want to take honey, and the honey should be covered by wax.”

You tilt the comb to the right and some liquid runs out of a few cells.

“Too watery. Bees didn’t cover it and won’t until it evaporates more. Whatever spills the bees will collect and put into their hive again.”

There is about 16 centimeters of comb at the bottom where there is nectar not covered or just empty. You cut this from the rest of the honeycomb, placing the capped comb in the bucket.

You take the part that is cut off and hold it to the light.

“Sometimes you can see eggs in the bottom of the combs that do not have nectar in them, those are bees of the future. I am not wasting this. I’m going to melt the wax at the cut and put it back where I took the other part out.

Squatting under the hive, you summon magical flames, melting all along the cut edge of the wax and nectar, sticking it into the space you took the top of it from. Holding it up there you wait a bit for the wax to cool and it sticks. You leave the next couple combs alone, looking at the opposite side. You don’t want to disturb the queen or babies. The bees keep their spare honey to the sides of the nest where the queen is laying eggs. You decide to cut another chunk out. Gently taking it out you bring it to the table. There is capped honey about half way down. Then the honey stops and there is different colored darker stuff in the combs.

“The top is capped honey. Bees make it to feed the babies and feed themselves, especially in winter. Next they gather pollen. They even sort it keeping the types of pollen together. Grass, clover, ash, oak, maple, sunflower, if it has pollen bees take it. Heavy protein in pollen. They sort honey too. You’ll see all kinds of colors. Really light colored honey in the spring. Darker honey in the fall. Anyway, cells lower than that is where the queen lays the eggs. When the eggs hatch they look like larvae, you know, the stuff Teach fishes with. The bees feed the larvae honey and pollen. It grows and fills the cell. Once it is big enough it spins a cocoon, the adult bees cover them with wax. They pupate and turn into adult bees, chewing their way out and going to work in the hive.

You continue working as you harvest more honeycomb and try not to destroy any of the hard work of the bees by putting what comb you can back inside the skeps.

“I gotta know. Tell me about bee sex. Everyone talks about the birds and the bees.” Claude grins.

“There are 3 castes of bees. The queen. The worker. The drone. There is one queen in a hive. She is the only female that mates. She mates for maybe 7-10 days of her life, maybe 12 to 16 times. Spends the rest of her life laying eggs. Her body is the longest/biggest in the hive, her abdomen is quite large, swollen with eggs. It sticks out much farther than her wings. Next are the female workers. That accounts for 90% more or less of the population. They gather the nectar, bring it back, put it in the cells, dehydrate it, make wax, build cells, protect the hive, guard the hive, get rid of the dead, feed the queen, clean the queen, pollenate the flowers, collect the pollen and 100 other jobs. If there is work to be done they do it. They have the stingers that sting to protect the hive. Queens have stingers too, but theirs are smooth. They fight other queens, nothing else. That is why there is only one.“

“We can’t’ forget the drones, the males. They have no stinger. They do no work. They contribute nothing to the hive except for the queens genes. They don’t pollenate. Their only purpose is to go out and find a virgin or recently virgin queen to mate with. They mate while flying in the air. The drones hang out in an area looking for their lady love. Their eyes make up 80% or more of their head, go almost all the way around it. Once they see a queen, they fly after her. She flies high and fast and whoever catches her first gets her. He sticks his male part into her female part. Upon his entry, his part breaks off, and he falls to his death. She goes out again for more. Bees don’t mate with their relatives, each has their own smell. So they spread their genes around. “

“Gah!” Claude slaps his arm. “They got me!”

“Get over there by the wall and sit down!” You order him, quickly finishing what you were doing, then rushing to Claude’s side, away from the bees you take off your hat and veil putting your ear to his chest to listen. His heart sounds pretty normal. Breathing sounds good

“Where is the sting?” You’re looking him over.

He points to his right upper arm.

“How are you feeling?” You’re watching the spot where he was stung, checking his fingers, his eyes, listening to his breathing.

“Talk to me for a bit. Just talk about anything. If your tongue swells up, that’s a bad sign. Talk so I know you’re okay.” You unbutton his shirt and pull it down over his shoulder to where the sting is.

“Gah! Just mention bee sex and you’re all over me!” He laughs.

The bee must have snuck inside his shirt, got into a small hole somewhere. His arm looks okay, the stinger is still in his arm and his skin is red around the stinger, the spot is about as big as a gold coin and slightly puffed up. Pulling a dagger out of your pocket, you scrape along his arm, flicking the stinger out.

All the while Claude keeps talking, counting trees in rows. Asking if you would be taking his pants off if he was stung in the leg…

“How are you feeling now?” You ask. “And that is why your pants legs are tied at the ankles. To keep them out.”

“Doing fine.” He grins. “The sting hurts a little less now. Not sweaty, not a real good poison. Mostly localized.

You put your ear to his chest again, checking on his breathing and heart rate.

“So how many stings before they really get to you?” The master tactician asks, his mind always working.

“If you are allergic 1, if you are sensitive maybe 20? If you work with them all of the time? Well I had over 75 in a single day and it just made me a bit nauseous.” You say as you help him put his shirt back together. “Want to do more or call it quits? I don’t want to do this when it starts to get dark.”

You both agree to play it safe. Marking the hives that were harvested, you head to the kitchen dropping off the buckets of honey. There’s a few bees hanging out with the honey comb, but the kitchen can deal with them.

Heading back to the hives you finish cleaning up.

“So what did you bring to put bees in?” You ask.

“What?” Claude feigns innocence.

“Don’t be all innocent with me. You want some of their poison.” You grin. “Give it to me. I’ll get some in it and then show you how to get your poison. Oh, remember, male bees have no stingers right? I think we should prank Lorenz. It’ll give him a heart attack.”

Claude laughs heartily, “And here I thought you were nothing but a bookworm with no sense of humor.”

“I can have fun too!” You whine.

“Great, just come by my room any night you want to discuss more about the birds and the bees, eh?” He grins.

“Now you’re sounding like Sylvain.” You groan.

“Oooh, that was a major insult. I am wounded.” Claude laughs.

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Yes. I am a beekeeper. I love my bees. I could watch them work for hours. The smell of a beehive on a warm summers day is amazing.

#fe3h #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fe16 #feth #fe3h x reader #Claude von Riegan #beekeeper #Save the Bees

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mouseonvenus-main · 4 years ago

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Minecraft AU or whatever

(Sorry long post ahead) Nobody can stop me from combining my two biggest interests so here’s headcanons for if all the Nekoma boys played minecraft

Inuoka is obsessed with bees, collects every flower he sees and brings them back to the hive that's always by his house. Legitimately super good at building, his base is always the biggest and the grandest. His storage is always a mess though, he just puts all his chests in a shed and makes new ones when he needs them, there's no system. Gets really sad whenever he kills an Enderman, has a small garden filled with nothing but grass blocks that they've dropped

Lev prefers Creative Mode and refuses to play Survival without cheats and Keep Inventory. He has a sign outside his house that says "It's not a dirt house, it's a dirt home." Tames every horse he sees even if he doesn't have a saddle, is very invested in creating the most efficient cow crusher. He listens to all the music discs religiously, Cat and Blocks are tied for his favorite. Found diamonds once and got so excited that he accidentally jumped into a lava pit almost immediately after. Absolutely terrified of silverfish and is unironically trying to learn the enchantment table language

Teshiro owns the most cats anyone's ever seen in one place, but he just keeps breeding them. Only just started playing recently but is insanely good at parkour. Watches mcyts and drops everything to go mining when he finds a good cave. Doesn't fear anything, shoots at Ghasts from really far away just for fun

Shibayama is a true Minecraft vet, has probably played for longer than everybody except maybe Kenma. His skin is a character that he made in like 2011 and refuses to change it. He knows every song and all their names, not just the music discs but the songs that play in the background. He turns the volume way up when Sweden or Wet Hands comes on and is always inevitably scared half to death by the cave ambience noises. Really good at PVP but freezes up when he has to fight a creeper

Kuroo is not "good" at the game by any means, he played it all the time with Kenma when he was introduced to it but somehow hasn’t picked up any of the skills. He likes to watch other people play it and has never beaten it without somebody else (probably Kenma) doing most of the work. He has a crazy amount of dogs for someone who runs away from Skeletons. But the nerd is a part of the endangered population of potion masters, he knows like every recipe and has the "A Furious Cocktail" achievement (even though he's terrified specifically of the Elder Guardian)

Kai has only beaten the game by himself once and he sat through the entire "end credits." Dedicates himself to increasingly impressive farm/garden designs but doesn't bother with huge houses. Chronically addicted to campfires and lanterns, the people he plays with have to hide their torches. He's also really good at redstone and his contraptions confuse and amaze me. He is always willing to share his supplies (unless he doesn’t have enough for himself, then he’ll challenge the person to fair duel for them) and he always partners up with/spares people doing the crouching thing in PVP. Really likes Iron Golems and builds one for any village he finds that doesn’t have one

Yaku makes his career in failed speedruns and surprisingly good build designs. The huge amount of achievements he has is suspect at best (Kuroo is half convinced he paid Kenma to get half of them for him). He is the unofficial defender of Drowneds, Strays and Husks and has a deep respect for Baby Zombies. He blows up his friends' houses for fun (Lev is his main target) but will start a war if anybody else does it to them. Cried when the Moobloom didn’t win the 2020 Mob Vote

Kenma doesn't even need an explanation, we all know that he's been playing since Java Edition and definitely has more merch than he knows what to do with (I like to think he has at least three creeper onesies). He would be one of the best speedrunners out there if he didn't despise the Nether. He has his own Manhunts and his rages are the worst for this game, he's probably broken a few controllers because he fell in lava. Once beat the Ender Dragon with a diamond hoe

Yamamoto wouldn't even be playing the game if it weren't for his mcyt phase in like 2014 (he would have been crazy for PopularMMOs, prove me wrong), probably used to pretend that he didn't so that he could look "cool." Participates in the said Manhunts for the sole purpose of beating Kenma (and he probably has at least once). Went insane when the Nether Update came out, has since been trying to live there permanently. Jumps off buildings and down ravines even though he can't do the water bucket trick and is convinced that he can shoot an Enderman if he tries hard enough

Fukunaga is an unprofessional chicken farmer. Has the skills to beat Kenma in a 1v1 but prefers to spend his time collecting every dye in the game for his sheep army. Shockingly good with a bow and arrow but doesn't understand how to use crossbows. Doesn't scare very easily but he likes to go in places where people can't see him and shoots them once before leaving. He's not very good at building but he's dedicated to The Craft so he watches tutorials to make his farms look nice. Could kill the Ender Dragon at a moment's notice but he refuses to out of respect

Thank you for your time

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belovedbangtan · 5 years ago

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Dive | Part 7 | jjk

Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 4.1k

Series Description: Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Chapter Description: Just friends, hmm? After getting a new promotion the crew takes you out for drinks. Will you ever stop having feelings for him? Will he finally tell you how he really feels?

Warnings:Language, drinking, jungkook being a frickin teaseeeeeee, a leetle drunken confession?

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Your heels click on the uneven sidewalk as you head to the bar that Abby invited you to. You had been so focused on work and getting a promotion that when you finally did Abby demanded that you celebrate. You couldn’t think of a reason to tell her no, so here you were. Bella’s Bar, a hole in the wall gem. They usually had Karaoke or a band playing, and drinks were affordable. It isn’t until you’re reaching for the rusted handle that you remember the last time you were here. You were with Ben. It was the date you went on just after agreeing to date him. You face scrunches into a disgusted one thinking about that memory.

You walk inside and you’re instantly drawn towards the tall boy with flailing arms, Tae. You widen your eyes and laugh softly to yourself as you walk towards them. Tae pulling you into the tightest hug from behind. You giggle as Jimin squishes you from the front. Both of them telling you how much you deserved your promotion and congratulations.

“Alright… alright jeez. Can I have my best friend please?” Abby groans, pulling Jimin off of you. Tae lets go, but not before leaving a wet kiss on your cheek.

You laugh eyeing them down and taking your best friend into your arms, “How drunk are they?”

“They’ve had a few, but I think they just really like you.” Abby giggles hugging you tight before telling the boys that she was stealing you to go to the ladies’ room.

Once the door closes behind you, Abby’s face turns serious, “Yoongi is on his way with… uhm… Jungkook.” She starts to wash her hands, “That’s okay right?”

Ignoring how your heartbeat quickens, you nod, “Of course, that’s fine. I told you Abby, we’re friends.”

“Yeah, I know that’s what you said but…” She starts to explain, “You still have feelings for him right?”

You cross your arms looking anywhere but at her, “I mean… I guess. But we talked about it. It’s fine.”

Her brows raise and the corner of her mouth starts to lift, “If you say so.”

You shake your head, “I told you about the conversation we had when he took me home. If he flirts, It’s fine. It’s all good, don’t worry about us.”

“Kay, but if you feel awkward let me know and we can get out of here.” She takes your hand squeezing it. You both check your reflection in the mirror, your short black peplum skirt and crop top accentuated the best parts of you. Your hair in loose waves falling over your shoulder and black heels for the cherry on top. It had been so long since you’d dressed up and you felt good.

You walk back towards the table, instantly recognizing the tattooed arm leaning on the table next to Jimin. He looked so fucking good. Classic black skinny jeans never seemed to work against him. The emerald green button up tucked into his pants to show his figure. The sleeve rolled up to show off his tattoos and sculpted forearms. You start to whisper words of encouragement to yourself. Keeping things friendly with him in general was hard, but with the way he looked tonight, you knew it was going to be nearly impossible for you not to flirt.

He turns slowly to face you as you both approach the table, almost in slow motion as his eyes connect with yours. You suck your lip into your teeth trying to suppress the huge grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes coast over your body, making your legs feel like jelly under his gaze. Finally, close enough for the two of you to embrace, you hold your arms out telling him that you want a hug. When his arms are crossing behind you, you have a moment to realize that everyone at the table was watching your embrace. Pulling back, you look up at him while reaching to grip both of his biceps.

“Congratulations on your promotion, you deserved it.” He says quietly for only you to hear. You scrunch your nose, feeling the blush take over your cheeks.

“I’m glad you came,” you tell him, just as quiet as he was. You giggle and pull away when you feel his muscles tighten underneath your touch.

“Let’s drink!” You yell to the group, smacking your hand on the table. Overly aware that Jungkook’s eyes still haven’t left you, and clearly you were still hyper aware of his every move. It was impossible not to be. Tae immediately calls over the server, ordering a bucket of beers and a round of tequila shots.

Who knows how many shots later the alcohol was doing a nice job of making everyone very comfortable. Jimin and Tae were owning the pool table and you were a giggling mess watching them absolutely dominate Abby and Yoongi.

“Yep that means you buy the next round!” Tae sings as he hangs up his pool stick. Jimin follows his lead smiling from ear to ear. Too drunk to even understand how impressive his pool skills were.

“Dammit Yoongi, you used to be good at pool!” Abby whines as she and Yoongi walk away from the pool table and towards the bar to buy the shots. Tae and Jimin follow the arguing couple to rub it in their faces a little more.

You slowly turn in your seat, leaning in to sip the few remaining sips from your drink. Jungkook is leaning over the table watching you, propping his head up with his hand. The chair squeaks at you turn it slowly to look at him.

“What’s on your mind?” You giggle, fishing a piece of ice from your drink to suck on.

“You probably don’t realize this but, I remember the last time we were all here.”

You pause, chewing on the ice. Wondering if he’s referring to the last and only time you had been there before.

“You were sitting over there,” He says calmly pointing to the table next to the bar, “We were all back here, but you were with Ben.”

You start to chew on your lip, realizing that he’s remembering the night that was supposed to be romantic for you. You were supposed to celebrate being a new couple, but instead he brought you to a bar and got upset every time you tried to leave his group to hang out with your best friend. You can see now why he acted that way.

“I remember being so pissed off,” He looks away a quiet laugh leaving his lips, “I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t giving you attention. Abby came back over and was telling us how he wanted you to stay by him but… he wasn’t even fucking talking to you.”

You were speechless hearing his confession. Wondering what the right thing to say was, since there were so many possible responses running through your hazy mind.

“That’s probably creepy huh?” He raises his eyebrows clearly thinking he said something wrong with your silence.

You giggle, reaching out to rest your hand on his thigh, “I can’t believe you remember that. Why didn’t you try to rescue me?” You bite your lip scrunching your eyes tight almost as if to scold him jokingly. You were kidding but at the same time you wondered why he would have so much courage saying the things he said to Ben on the camping trip, but no courage when it came to you being ‘mistreated’.

“Honestly?” He asks clearing his throat, “I think by now you know that when it comes to Ben, it’s hard for me to think clearly. I’m truly not the type of guy to steal another guys girl, no matter who it is.” He takes a sip from his dark liquor, “You were honestly the first girl he dated that made me a little… jealous. I couldn’t figure out why a girl like you wanted someone like him.”

You nod taking his words in slowly hoping that the small part of your brain that was sober would remember it all.

“I think I blew up on the camping trip because I was scared of him taking you back. Deep down I knew that was a possibility, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had done it. He’s always been better than me at everything and I just couldn’t live with the thought that you might go back to him.”

Your chest locks up when his glossy eyes meet yours. You reach up to lightly cup his cheek before leaning to press your lips to it.

“Thank you for telling me that…” You whisper into his ear, “And for the record… so far you’re wayyyyy better than him at most things.”

You pull away, winking. He looks down as he starts to blush. Like a saving grace the rest of the group returns to your table. Abby’s raised brows speak for themselves; you widen your eyes telling her that you would update her later.

“Alright you two want to be our next victims?” Jimin slurs patting the green felt top of the pool table.

Jungkook gets off the bar stool and takes your hand, “Help me kick their asses?”

You nod, hoping down from the stool. After picking out a pool stick and rubbing the cube of chalk on the tip, Tae breaks and sinks in a solid ball and misses his next shot.

Jungkook goes next sinking in two striped ones, you give him a hive five and he laces his fingers in yours. Jimin fails to sink any, leaving it to be your turn.

You lean over the pool table, trying to find the grip that works for you.

“Take your time sweetheart,” Tae teases as him and Jimin sip on their drinks.

You look up rolling your eyes and flipping them off before leaning back down.

“Here,” Jungkook moves over to where you are leaning behind your body, “Put your fingers like this,” He places your fingers in the right position then reaches over you to put his hand around yours helping your grip the end of the pool stick. “You need to hit it right here,” He points to the spot on the cue ball and starts to help you move. “You got it babe?”

The nickname makes you swallow hard, you nod, and he backs away. You know that everyone is giving him the stare down, but you ignore it. You follow his direction and you sink the ball you were aimed at. Everyone yells in excitement, even Tae and Jimin.

You turn around and your wrap your arms around Jungkook’s waist and he hugs you tight, “See you got it baby girl.” He looks down at you and you have to stop yourself from kissing him.

You lean back down to the table sinking one more, then another after that. Finally, your turn comes to an end and Jungkook comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. The bar is loud and crowded now so he leans down so you can hear him, “Did you even need my help, y/n?” He giggles.

The heat from his breath makes your spine tingle when he asks you the simple question, “Mm, not really.” You confess letting your head fall to the side.

“Ah, I think I’m catching on,” He murmurs before leaving a feather light kiss to the spot just below your ear. He backs away, his eyebrows rising for just a moment while a sinful grin takes over. You inhale deeply, stepping back while he goes to take his turn.

The rest of the game is a breeze, considering Jimin and Tae are far too drunk to be accurate anymore. Once you finally beat them, the bar is packed. You had switched to water over an hour ago, sipping on a beer every once in a while. Not trying to have a repeat of the camping trip incident, you’ll never drink that much again. You walk to the bar to get another water, when you someone’s hand lightly pinches at the back of your arm to get your attention, “Y/N?”

You turn and your met with the sparkling eyes of the one and only Kim Namjoon. Namjoon was head of the department you had just gotten promoted to. You had had a few short conversations prior but never hung out outside of work. “Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?” You ask while reaching out for a hug. He hugs back and you silently praise yourself for deciding to switch to water, this could have been a disaster.

“Oh, I’m here with some buddies, do you come here a lot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before?” He asks leaning into the bar so you can hear him clearly.

“I’ve been here a few times, but I’m here celebrating the promotion with my friends actually!” You smile and nod to your group.

“Is that water?” He nods to the clear liquid in your hand.

“It is, didn’t want to get too crazy.” You giggle and he playfully scowls at you.

“We don’t have work tomorrow, let me buy you a drink and introduce you to some of the guys in the department! Were excited to have you!” He smiles and you obviously can’t tell him no.

He buys you a drink and you follow him over as he introduces you to your new coworkers. As each of them insist on hugging you, you wonder if a certain boy has his eyes on you.

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Jungkook’s perspective:

“I don’t know who they are, maybe she works with them?” Abby answers my burning question. I know hearing that she potentially works with them should calm my jealousy but now I’m jealous for another reason. If these are the men, she’s spending every day with, how long before she finds one of them more suited for her than me?

“Drink up, looks like you need it.” Yoongi hands me a glass of the syrupy brown liquid. I pull my eyes away from her to lift the drink to my lips, wincing when it burns my throat. The way the alcohol temporarily made me forget was exactly what I needed. I down the rest of the drink and head to the bar to get another. Then another after that. It helped distract me for awhile but eventually it only made my jealousy worse.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks sitting at the table next to me. I raise my brows and shake my head hoping he would leave it alone.

“You’re literally moping right now, obviously you’re mad she’s talking to other guys.”

“She’s free to talk to whoever she wants. We’re just friends remember?” I respond sounding harsher than I intended, maybe that was the booze talking.

“Well I think if you’re gonna act like this every time she talks to another guy, you clearly aren’t okay being just friends.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Jimin?” I turn in my chair to face him.

“Tell her how you feel.”

Tae walks over to the table carrying three shots of tequila, I take mine quickly and Jimin passes his to me.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask him, sucking on the lemon to take away the burn of the alcohol.

“I mean, maybe I know that when you get really drunk you tend to confess your feelings,” He says with a devilish grin, “I might also think that you and y/n are perfect for each other and I’m really exhausted watching you too pretend like you’re not in love.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t say that I disagree with him. It was time for me to tell her that I want her to be more than a friend. She has to at least know that.

“I’m also just a whore for the dramatics,” Jimin whispers as he walks away.

I can’t help but laugh, feeling the warmth take over my stomach. All of the alcohol I’ve drank in the last hour finally catching up to me. Everything in me, even drunk, was pulled to her. I want so desperately to be able to give her the space and time she needs, to understand that maybe in the end she won’t be mine. The thought alone made me want to throw up.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that less than 30 minutes ago my arms were around he waist. I kissed her neck and she practically melted. Maybe there wasn’t a reason for me to be jealous, but I can’t help it.

I find her in the crowd, the group of men around her clearly enchanted by everything that she was. Obviously, why wouldn’t they be? She’s perfect. Everything about her is all that I could ever need. I have to tell her.

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The bartender calls out last call and with that you hug Namjoon, and you tell everyone it was nice to meet them. You look at your phone, gasping when you realize you had spent over an hour talking to them. You tried leaving a few times once you realized they were hitting on you, but you didn’t want to be rude. Namjoon was kind though, you didn’t get any creepy vibes from him thankfully.

Approaching the table, your eyes meet a very red faced Jungkook. He immediately straightens up but the smile he gives you is a sad one. Everyone starts to gather their things after paying their tab at the bar. You overhear Tae and Jimin discuss which bar to head to next, while Abby and Yoongi tell them they’re going home.

“Come on Kook, we can drop you off.” Yoongi announces patting him as he walks behind him.

He starts to stand up, until Jimin interrupts them, “Wait why don’t you go with y/n, Kook? That way she doesn’t have to be alone.”

Jungkook looks at Jimin with wide eyes, and Jimin nods in my direction.

“I was going to Uber… you ca- “I start but I’m instantly cut off by and oblivious yet helpful Yoongi.

“We can drop you both off, lets go.” He tells you and starts to head towards the door.

You all stand there for a moment looking at each other before following Yoongi to the car. You give Tae and Jimin a hug before they head to the next bar. You can’t help but notice Jimin giving Jungkook something that seems like a pep talk.

Sliding into the back seat, Jungkook follows you. Each of you sitting near a window leaving a space between you. Abby and Yoongi are distracted by their own conversation in the front seat. Jungkook is being suspiciously quiet and you wonder if its because of the alcohol. You suddenly feel something brushing your pinky finger, as you look down, he laces his fingers with yours. You tense at first, until you look at him. His head leaning back against the seat, but his eyes are on you. You give him a soft smile before relaxing your fingers in his.

“I’m drunk,” He whispers before he smiles at you.

You widen your eyes, and fake being surprised, “I had no idea.” You whisper sarcastically earning a giggle from the drunk boy. As quickly as the smile took over his features, it was gone just as fast. His face hardened as he focused in on you again.

“You’re perfect. You know that?” He murmurs lifting his hand to your face. Lightly brushing his thumb along your jawline until he can tuck your hair behind your ear.

“And you’re drunk,” You giggle trying to brush it off, “you know that?”

It takes him a second, but the dopey grin comes back, “mhm, but I still think you’re perfect.”

You reach up for his hand and lace his fingers in yours again, “I’m not perfect Kook, far from it.”

His expression hardened and Yoongi interrupts telling you that you were at Jungkook’s place. You both freeze for a moment, he looks at you with need. You know that there’s something on his mind and part of you really needs to know what that is.

“You need help getting inside?” You ask him before squeezing his fingers in yours. He gulps, then nods. He didn’t need help; you both knew that. You tell Yoongi you’ll get an Uber home, and thank him for the ride. The walk to his front door is quiet and slow, both of you feeling the need to say something but neither of you finding the words to say.

He fumbles with his key, so you step in and open the door. Once you’re in, the awkwardness only intensifies. He walks over to the couch and falls onto it. You take it upon yourself to find a cup and fill it with water. You have ibuprofen in your purse, so you get that out. Sitting next to him on the couch you hold out your hand for him to take the pills. He sits up just enough to drink the water and take the medicine. He leans back again staring at the ceiling.

“Okay, well I’m gonna have the Uber come get me. Are you good?” Your voice is quiet and unsure, did you read him all wrong? Suddenly he sits up straight, tucking his leg in so that he’s facing you.

“Can you stay a little longer?” He says finally after looking for the words to say.

You bite your lip and nod, “Is everything okay?”

He bites his lip and lets out a long sigh, “I need to tell you something.”

Cocking your head to the side you reach out to grab his hand, he meets your hand with both of his. He takes a minute letting his thumbs slowly brush the top of your hand. You giggle and he looks up, smiling at your response.

“It was hard to see you with those guys tonight,” he starts, pausing to see your reaction. When your face remains calm, he continues, “I know I’m the reason there isn’t anything between us right now but I feel like you need to know that…” He stops taking another deep breath, “that I don’t think I’ll ever be over you.”

You nearly choke on your spit. You knew he had something to tell you but you never would have thought those words would come from his lips. You try to formulate a response, but nothing comes.

“I just… I understand why you need time and space. I get it, I fucked up. You just have to know that no matter what I’m always going to want to be with you. I’m always going to be jealous when I see you with someone that isn’t me. Like I said I know I fucked up I ju-“ He drags on his drunken confession until you cut him off.

“Kookie, of course I was upset hearing you say all of that stuff… but let me be clear,” You pause wondering if he’s too far gone to even comprehend what you’re saying, “The reason I don’t want anything serious is because… of me, not you. You understand that right?”

He nods his head aggressively, “I know, I just want to show you I can be better.”

You start to chuckle at how desperate he’s coming across; you wonder what this confession would sound like if he was sober. Would he say anything to you at all if he was sober?

“I really love hearing that, Kook,” you reach out to comb your fingers through his messy hair, He instantly relaxes into your touch and it makes your chest tighten. You pull away knowing right now he’s vulnerable, and you are too. Hearing his confession makes you feel a million different emotions all at once.

“Do you think being friends is too much for us right now?” you ask quietly. You know if you were going to get a genuine answer it would be while he was drunk.

“It’s not too much, I can do it.” He admits forcing a tight-lipped smile in hopes of convincing you, “The only reason I didn’t say something when we talked about it was because I didn’t want to lose you completely or scare you away.”

You nod, everything making a little more sense now. “Those guys are my new co-workers,” You say quietly, scooting yourself over so that you can lay your head on his shoulder.

“So, you’ll see them every day?” he asks, the smell of alcohol and minty gum filling your nose as he breathes.

“I mean, for the most part.” You sit up so you can look at him, “Is that why you got so drunk?”

He looks away, “I might have started drinking a lot to keep me from doing something stupid.”

You start to laugh lightly, “You can’t do that Kook,” you start, taking his tattooed hand in yours, pr

essing a soft kiss to his knuckles, “Listen, I’m obviously still very much into you. I don’t know when I’ll be ready but, when I am you’ll be the first to know.”

“You promise?” He reaches up to brush your bottom lip with his thumb, you can see it in his eyes how badly he wants to kiss you.

“I promise, but you have to patient, okay? And no more getting jealous!” You murmur in a serious tone.

“I’ll try not to get jealous, and I can be patient for you, anything for you.”

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A/N: These two are getting somewhere I promise ;) Let me know what you think and what you want to see happen!

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