#looking through drafts and just trying to upload old stuff | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

babytaes · 4 years ago

Text

The Kickback

summary: What happens when your long-life crush's secret is discovered? In hopes of not wanting him to find out, what do you do... nothing.

pairing: dk x female reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, crack lol.

warnings: profanity

word count: 3k

a/n: today is my birthday and I wanted to share this one that has been in my drafts for so long. this campus life is stressful but I’m finding time to upload here and there. I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night. Much love from Babytaes! :) Also I really didn’t read this over sooo... if it doesn’t make sense. Take it up with corporation.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Dear diary, I saw my crush today. I saw him in the living room after my brother invited him over with another friend. It's not as if I'm scared of him. I've spoken with him numerous times. I mean, I'm almost fluent in his language, lol. Seeing him and hearing his boisterous laugh was still entertaining. I'm wondering if he'll be at the kickback this weekend; if so, maybe I'll have the bravery to approach him. Okay, goodbye journal, love y/n.”

Your life consisted of short, insignificant interactions with him; however, when you had a crush, life was exciting and unpredictable. Since you're so near to him on a daily basis, your crush increased exponentially as you couldn't control your intrusive thoughts.

Yes, you did think of him, probably 25/8. It's not like you didn't know him, but you only knew the head version of him. And we all know they could be two different people. So the only thing left to do is keep it secret.

It's impossible for your secret to come out when you're the only one who knows about it. Right? Unfortunately, this isn't a movie, and your secret was revealed, and the perpetrator was none other than your arch-nemesis, Boo Seungkwan.

Okay, not quite that far, but you and him frequently collided because you and him could never agree on anything. He's just Boo, and he has his own behavior category.

He was the second-to-last person you wanted to find out about, after your crush, of course. From this point on, your life was not going as planned.

Your secret would never be revealed to Lee Seokmin, and you would do anything to protect it.

“What are you doing?” You leapt to your feet as you hurriedly closed your diary, terrified of prying eyes.

You rolled your eyes and stuffed your journal into a drawer with random papers, saying, "Shit, why don't you ever knock."

“Well, this is my shared dorm, and you're basically free living here,” he chuckled. You gave him a sidelong glance.

He was right.

“Is that a way you treat your twin? Is it now.”

He strolled away, completely oblivious to your yelling, and into the kitchen.

“Shut up, and get your ass out here we have to go shopping for the kickback. If you’re not out in 10 I’m leaving your ass.”

Great sibling love, what more could you ask for. As much as you know that this is the way he expresses his love, you still got up and started getting ready for the day despite his warning.

Amidst your constant disagreements with him, you still loved him. The only problem was that you had to keep your love interest hidden from him. You could see it now and the big brother trying to protect and all that annoying shit.

You were old enough to take care of yourself and you didn’t want unruly men to ruin something that you wanted for so long.

“Coming, if you leave me, I'll tell Mom.” And I think we can all agree that I am the favorite twin.” As he slammed the fridge door shut, you could hear his huge scoffs.

You hurriedly grabbed your purse and beanie as you dashed for the door, laughing at his tantrums. He had a habit of leaving you behind.

We will not speak of March 5, 2017.

“Hey, wait up,” you said as you ran to his car and jumped in before him, grabbing the aux before him.

He started the car and sped out of the dorm parking lot on his way to the store, saying, "You're such a pain in the ass."

“Oh, don't act as if you don't love me.”

“Whoever said I did must have lied to you. Mingyu laughed as he accelerated through Seoul's crowded streets.

The jokes, the laughter, and the love were all part of the experience of living with one of the biggest Kpop groups.

You wouldn’t have it any other way!

While listening to your playlist, the song "Come to You" perfectly complemented the mood.

You smiled as you passed many streets and watched the busy lives of many different people. You could say you had an imaginative mind.

We arrived at the store a long way down the road, grabbed one of the carts, and proceeded to a separate aisle of the store.

Buying stuff was always expensive with a party of 13 and more friends on the way. Almost everything had to be doubled, and the meat had to be tripled. When throwing a party, everyone is required to provide a dish.

You didn't seem to mind; after all, you weren't paying, so you just chilled on the cart while you watched Mingyu placed the goods in neatly.

You told Mingyu to grab a specific chip as you walked to the chip aisle, and he furrowed his brow.

“What are those? I've never seen them before.

"Dokyeom likes them," you blurted out without a second thought. As you mentally processed what you had said, you stared at him with wide eyes.

Shit.

“When they're not there, Dokyeom and Soonyoung get upset.” You shook your head and scooted by him, tossing two bags into the overflowing shopping cart.

“Oh-okay I guess you can get them.”

As you pushed the cart toward the cashier, you mentally slapped yourself in the face. You were certain that you would not crack.

The ride home was silent as the only noise was the continuous taps from Mingyu's fingers on the wheel.

Mingyu called wonwoo on his phone as he drove up to the dorm and asked him to help with the groceries.

As you heard Mingyu pout over the phone, he refused, and not even minutes after, wonwoo is strolling down the driveway on his way to the car.

“You shouldn't even have picked up I know I wouldn't" Wonwoo pushed your shoulder and chuckled at your humor. “I know”

“Heyyy I'm right here,” Mingyu began to sulk as he observed his sister speaking without him.

You and wonwoo both chuckled as you gathered your belongings and began walking away from Mingyu.

---

The days went by slowly as you reached the door. It was time to leave the house. You grabbed a jacket and purse. Today, the boys went to Hybe for a quick practice session before heading out for the weekend.

Because you are such a good friend and thoughtful person, you decided to buy them a few drinks as a gift. It wasn't anything special, you didn't want to see anyone, noo.

It took some time to order everything, especially with the large number of 13 items. Since you've known each other for most of your lives, the drinks on the list haven't changed. Ice Americanos and Frappes were the most popular drinks.

As soon as you arrived at the Hybe building, you swiftly grabbed the bag containing the drinks and proceeded to their floor. You finally made it to their practice room after thanking the employees for their assistance.

Slowly pushing the door open, you drew the attention of almost everyone as they turned to face you. As a number of them raced over to you and took the beverages from you, smiles crept across their faces.

As they sipped their drinks, the room was filled with thank yous and hellos.

The voice of an angel said, "Thanks again, y/n." He gave you a short smile before returning to his practice. Oblivious to people around you, words spilled out.

“Fuck, he's so attractive.”

“Whose good looking?” As you slowly turned around, you heard a voice speaking to you from behind you.

Fuck

It's Boo Seungkwan. He smiled at you as he grabbed a drink from your hand. He cocked his head as he sipped it, and his eyes widened.

“Don’t tell me you said dokyeom is good looking, no fucking way.”

As you coughed to relieve the high tension in the air, you started to mentally sweat.

“That's insane, I said the room was in good condition," you said as you slapped his shoulder and shook your head.

Come on, y/n, that didn't even make sense.

“You know you're not going to fool me, y/n?” Afraid that someone would find out, you dragged him into a back room and locked the door behind him

“Shit..shit..shit. If you tell anyone, I swear I'll -

Laughing, before raising his eyebrows after taking a sip of his americano, he cut you off.

"You're right, this is important information. But you already know that I'll keep my mouth shut about the situation. I don’t even know what we’re talking about right now.”

Seungkwan heard dokyeom announce that practice had resumed as the door opened. Before he left, he smiled at you and waved goodbye.

“Y/n and dokyeom in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. As you were about to leap across the couch to silence him, he jumped up and ran out of the door laughing.

All of a sudden, your mind was filled with confusion and paranoia.

It became increasingly difficult to watch them practice as the session progressed. Your thoughts were not positive, and your attitude was slowly deteriorating.

Imagining the worst-case scenario. You paced in the back room when you heard a knock at the door. As you mentally prepared yourself, it caught you off guard. While walking side by side, Hansol and Seungkwan were whispering.

“Did they know?” You didn’t want anyone to find out so you ran, and didn’t stop running. To avoid society, you hurried out the door after saying a quick goodbye to the boys.

The goodbyes were not even heard as you hurried out of the Hybe parking lot without looking back. In a small group, information spreads quickly. And he was bound to find out.

Flushed and worried, you staggered into the dorm room. You knew your secret was going to get out eventually. In the case where Hansol and Seungkwan knew, Joshua is likely to know.

And since Joshua is close to the older boys, Seungcheol and Jeonghan know. The news would then spread to Hoshi, and then the entire performance team would be in the know.

The only remaining candidates are Mingyu and dk. If Mingyu finds out, it's game over for you at that point.

There was no point of living any more. Having completed a full loop of the house, you had come to your room for the final time. You slowly melted to the ground and fell out.

Dokyeon is more likely to know if Mingyu knows.

"What went wrong?" Unable to control yourself as you rolled around the floor, you erupted into a tantrum.

You sat up and shook your head, "I'll just have to leave the country," you said. "Man, you're so smart. Your plan y/n is fantastic."

You ran to your room, grabbed your suitcase from your closet, and began tossing things into.

No need to pack everything since you were only going to be gone for a year. As soon as your adrenaline slowed down, you began packing.

(A few hours later)

You were relieved when your clothes fit into your luggage when you had finally done packing. You were on your way now, and as long as it wasn't here, everything was good.

“Ah, I figured it out; now let's book it.”

When you approached the door, you unlocked it, and we were greeted with a pleasant surprise.

You walked up to the door and opened it, where you were greeted by Mingyu and his gang. Outside the door, you could see him, hao, dk, and wonwoo. They stared at you as they looked you up and down, perplexed as to why you appeared to be departing.

“Um, what is going on and where are you going?” Mingyu reacted with a rejoinder of his own.

Your throat felt as though it was clogging up, and you began sweating furiously under your armpits. Thank god for hoodies.

“Well, I was simply going to visit a friend's house,” you explained.

You knew he wouldn't believe you; he knew most of your friends, and they didn't live that far away for you to be carrying that much.

“First, that's a lie, and second, I need to speak with you, so your "buddy" will have to wait.” You sighed and closed your eyes.

Your escape had to wait.

Mingyu took your suitcase and slid it near the door, while the other members shuffled awkwardly into the room. While the other lads sat in the living room, Wonwoo went to his room.

“Maybe I could escape now?”

“What did you say y/n?” minghao said as he glanced at you.

You waved your hand in front of them and did a walk of shame to your room as you physically and mentally prepared yourself for whatever Mingyu had to say.

So much for your crush now.

Mingyu sat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, staring at you.

“Sit down, he patted the bed on your side before lightly coughing.

"Some rumors have been going around, so I wanted to clear the air."

Seeing what he was about to say made your heart race, and you couldn't take it any longer. Does anyone else hear their loud banging, could Mingyu hear it?

You leapt to your feet and shouted at him before apologizing on your knees.

What a sight to see, a grown ass woman on her knees apologizing to her twin brother.

“I apologize; I should have told you first, but I was afraid you'd tell him. That's why I kept it a secret and plus dating a member of seventeen. That's dangerous enough-“.

Mingyu's "WHAT" cut you off.

You came to a halt as he got up, slowly staring up at him.

“Wait, weren't we discussing my crush on Dokyeom or something else?” Worries began to creep in as sweat began to accumulate on your brow.

“What the fuck, you have a crush on do-?” you exclaimed as you jumped to your feet and tackled Mingyu to the ground.

“Don't say it so loudly; he'll hear you.” As Mingyu began to pace around the room, as he pushed you off of him.

You could see his anger as he panicked, and his small rage tantrum was truly uncomfortable because he couldn't communicate his ideas to you because he was afraid of his companions' sensitive ears.

He pointed to the door and said, "Wait, so you do have a crush on him." You sighed, shaking your head.

As he walked away from you, he had another outburst.

Everything is now turning to shit, this was your only chance.

“I have to escape” you said as you dashed out the door and to your suitcase. Mingyu was standing behind you, staring at you in terror.

It wasn't in the plan for you to fall on him, but it was still nice. Focus y/n.

“I’m sorry, dokyeom; it was my fault. I didn't realize you were there. “Are you okay?” As you extended your hand to him, you pushed yourself off of him.

“Yeah, I'm OK, are you okay?” he asked. You've had quite a tumble.”

“Yeah I’m good, I live with a clumsily brother so I’m fine”

“Hey!"

You swiftly let go of each other and placed your hands behind your back as you became embarrassed.

“Hey, Seungcheol texted the group chat and said he wants to go out to eat. He said whoever can come.”

The boys instantly got ready as they wanted to eat, food is a great scapegoat. As you saw them exit the dorm, you took a step back and found your way back to your room.

“Is leaving still an option?” you murmured into your pillows, plopping your exhausted body on your bed and overthinking life.

---

You rolled over and looked at the clock, which reads 9:30 a.m.

You turned over in your bed, unable to yell, and trudged to the bathroom to make yourself presentable.

“What have you gotten yourself into, y/n?” You stripped off your clothing and stepped into the hot water after turning on the shower.

You didn't spend much time in the shower, but today you were engrossed in how your plan had devolved into this ordeal.

Resting your head on the tile as the hot water traced down your back, you contemplated on what the HELL you were going to do.

*BANG BANG*

“Y/n hurry up, we have to prepare.”

Hearing Mingyu's voice drew you back to reality as you turned off the water and got out of the shower, unlocking the door and letting him in.

“Hey, no snarky remark?” he said as he watched you walk to your room with your head down. You ignored him as you closed the door and prepared for the party.

It didn't take long for your calm disposition to be noticed, since you were the outspoken one. Even if you tried to fake it, it didn't work out.

You grinned as you walked through the background of Seungcheol and Jeonghan shared housing, looking at the celebration.

There were groups of people near the pool, at the grill, and even by the chairs, as you could see.

“Hey, bring the food inside; I'll take the meat to cheol,” mingyu said, shaking your head as you picked up the bags and headed to the kitchen, where you recognized some familiar faces.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn, heyyyyy, I’ve missed you.” When you saw her, you put the bags on the counter and hugged her, smiling into her embrace.

“It's great to see you again, yeji; how are you and the rest of the group doing?” Are the others here?” As she led you back outside, she interlaced your hands in hers.

You saw dokyeom and a few other people descend the steps before you left, as he waved and gave you a quick glance.

As you reach for a drink from the cooler, your heart begins to race. Something had to be turned off if you wanted to make it through the night, and this was the only way.

You took a sip and coughed loudly as you followed Yeji to the poolside.

It was going to be a long night for you.

---

As you and a group of individuals began to dance uncontrollably, the effects of the alcohol in your system began to show as you staggered to the grill.

“HeEeeyyYY, Wheeeere d'ya think yeeeeer goin’?” you slurred, jabbing a finger into seungcheol’s back

The other members laughed as they glanced at you, plainly detecting your intoxication.

“I forgot how drunk you can get, so why don't you take a break,” your overprotective brother says, making you scream within.

He always did this.

Gerroff me!” you said. “I’m ash sober ash ’m gonna git. And nuffink I - wait wait wait - nuffink you can do ‘boutit.” As you ambled back to the kitchen without so much as a hiccup in their direction, they laugh.

As you struggled to reach the door, you fell forward and were grabbed by a hand. As he lifted you from your imminent doom, his hold felt warm. With your eyes enlarged, you focused on the individual and stared at his face.

As you grabbed on to him, your words tumbled out of your mouth, “Ohmygoshimsosorry.” He drew you closer to him by taking your hands in his.

Saying your heart was racing was an understatement, it was literally pounding out of your chest. You were hand in hand with your crush, who you believed was exceptionally attractive and talented, and you wished he knew more about your sentiments or could somehow fill them.

But you know no huge idol like him would go for you. Feeling that made you sober up real fast as you felt your arm being pulled upstairs, you had no idea where you were going but it looked like someone's room.

Dokyeom eased open the door as he sat you on the bed and went to get some water from a little fridge. He handed it to you and sat next to you.

“Thanks”

“No problem, also I've been trying to talk to you all night but you appear to be occupied.”

As you took a sip of water, your heart began to beat faster; “waitttt, we donthavetotalk. Let’s dance! As he chuckled at your erratic movements, you began to wander around the room, pulling your hands into yours.

The alcohol was definitely making its way out of your system.

As he spun you around, his body in tune with the music, the bass of the song could still be heard. Even though this felt like a dream you didn’t quite care at the moment. Was it because you'd finally met the boy from your dreams, or was it because he wanted to meet you in person?

Your connection with him got stronger by the second, as did your heartbeat, which began to rise steadily with it. You couldn't keep stalling any longer; you needed to listen to what he was saying.

“I think I'm sober up for now,” you said as you let go of his hand.

Dokyeom chuckled before tossing his head back, “I didn't realize you could move like that” he said as they sat back on the bed, a little closer than before.

“I guess I learnt a few things along the way when you're friends with the best dancers out here.” As you finished your sentence, he peered into your eyes, making no sound as the room fell silent.

“Soo, what did you want to talk about?” you awkwardly state to relieve some tension in the air.

“I don't know how to explain it, but I kind of heard your "secret" as it passed through the practice room, and I simply wanted to be the first one to tell you about it because-

Your heart stopped pounding as your world came crashing down around you. You didn't want to hear it; the rejection; you'd rather live in your fantasy world, where you don't have to worry about anything. It wasn't true if you didn't hear it.

“Wait, if you can't reconcile those feelings, don't say anything; just let me go.” They're probably curious about our whereabouts anyway.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards the door, but you were pulled back by his hand.

He kissed you as swiftly as his hands linked with yours. You were taken aback at first by his passion, but you regained your calm and reminded yourself of what was going on: he was really kissing you, and you were really kissing him, and the rest of the world was inconsequential.

You were chilling on the outside while shouting for joy at the top of your lungs on the inside, as if your inner child had been set free. You had to be sure if this was a dream or if it was happening in real life.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?” Dokyeom asked as he gripped your arm in his.

“I had to double-check that I wasn't dreaming; this isn't the first time something like this has happened to me.”

“So you're saying I've been in your dreams?” he laughed as he cocked his head to the side and placed his hand in yours.”

You smacked your forehead and shook your head, realizing you couldn't get out of this one, and now he knew you fantasize about him. You didn't mind because the lad of your dreams was right in front of your eyes.

AND HE WAS HOLDING YOUR MF HAND. It was clear that your diary needed to be updated.

Stopping at the door, you placed your palm on his chest and worriedly stared at him.

“Wait, how did you find out?”

“Well, a tiny birdie was chattering loudly about it, his name rhymes with coo,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his and opened the door and began the walk downstairs.

“Fucking Boo Seungkwan”

#seventeen #svt #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen dk #seventeen lee seokmin #lee seokmin #seventeen fluff #dk fluff #seventeen crack #seventeen x female reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen masterlist #babytaes works #much love from babytaes

134 notes · View notes

senorincognito69 · 3 years ago

Text

Shift Inc., tall expectations

(Woman into giraffe)

Base draft by Wallace113: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wallace113/

The evening was taking its hold on the day as, inside a nearby grocery, a clock was ticking away. Closing time was near as the cashier glanced at the time. A small smile adorned their face as they acknowledged that another shift was soon to conclude. For now, however, the teenage girl stared out into the store. Her fading pink highlights mixed into her short black hair flopped slightly as she curiously peered into her lane, trying to find the next customer in the line.

“Next please,” she said, still looking around as she failed to see the person she swore she had seen enter the line earlier.

“Down here” a voice replied, immediately catching the cashier’s attention. They looked downwards, noticing the short blond hair of the woman below.

“Ivy… I didn’t see you down there,” the cashier said, a sheepish smile on her face as she picked up the basket that the small woman was cradling. She began to send its contents across the scanner, more preoccupied with reaching the end of her shift than about how her client felt about her thoughtless comment.

Ivy Corto, on the other hand, just stared up, inwardly grumbling those words that often crossed her mind. “Why am I cursed to be a shortie?” her frustration was growing as the stress of her day job, and life in general, threatened to bubble over.

When Ivy was born, she had been surprisingly tiny. For the first few years of her life, this hadn’t bothered her. If anything, she had even embraced being what her mother would forever baptise her as - “mommy’s little girl”.

However, the years passed and Ivy never got much taller. She stopped at around four feet once she reached nine years old, and that made her an easy target for bullies. Her self-esteem continued to be challenged through her adolescence and even into her adulthood. Until now, in the present, where “mommy’s little girl” had become something of an insult.

“And that’s why I barely talk to them anymore,” Ivy thought, still daydreaming as she heard a voice nearby that snapped her out of her trance.

“Ivy, snap out of it, I’ve bagged up all your stuff” the cashier stated flatly with a small look of annoyance on her face.

“Sorry, sorry, I spaced out” Ivy mumbled, reaching up to grab her bag. “See ya later Monica…” she said mushily as she left the store.

Monica watched her go, twitching her lips. “That girl worries me…” she thought.

However, as the clock chimed for closing time, those worries faded away into a smile and an arm-stretching yawn. Finally free, the night was hers, to do with as she pleased. As she was replaced by her coworker for the night shift, Monica moved into the back room, taking the chance to check her phone. For the last couple of weeks, the big topic online had been Shift Inc. and its spectacular new marketing campaign with Kim Kardashian.

Shift Inc. remained a divisive subject, both online and globally, but after it was revealed that the changes in the video weren’t CGI… Kim Kardashian, the Kim Kardashian, had turned herself into a zebra for their Savage Africa Line advertisement and then the internet exploded.

Monica was adamant that something didn’t add up. Kim seemed far too vain, too famous, and too rich to just throw away her humanity so callously. Shortly after an audioless video showing the full transformation had been uploaded to Youtube, deleted, and then re-uploaded to PornHub.

It was undeniable that the celebrity had indeed metamorphosed herself into a zebra, but the claim that she had done it of her own accord seemed fishy, no matter how horny she looked as she transformed.

“I have to work this out!” she exclaimed with the unfound confidence of a daring private detective. Putting her phone aside she began to undress out of her work clothes, wondering about the excitingness of this new conspiracy.

A few streets away from the grocery store Ivy was walking down the narrow pavement with her shopping bags in tow. She was feeling rather upset following her encounter with Monica at the grocery store. Her cheeks blushed red with annoyance as she arrived at the bus stop.

The blush made her look even cuter, which she hated.

“You’d think that of all people Monica would know how tall I was by now, but no!” Ivy grunted mentally. “That bird-for-brains! You've known me since high school!”. She shook her head, barely aware of her surroundings… until she thumped into a surface in front of her…

“Sorry little girl, I didn’t see you down there,” the businessman nonchalantly said, glancing at what he perceived as a small girl in a yellow dress. Ivy’s warm brown eyes bored into his skull, shining with anger.

“I’m not a little girl!” she shouted, quickly righting herself as she grabbed her groceries. Her frustration was threatening to bubble, even pop, once more, she could barely contain herself… The last time she had popped that badly the police had had to get involved…

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean…” the man started to reply.

“I’m not…! Hmmmph! Just forget it!” Ivy replied, her frustration fading as apathy took its place.

Right now, she just wanted to get home.

Before the man could react, Ivy had disappeared. He shrugged and returned to his task of motioning for a taxi. The tiny girl quickly vanished from his mind, after all his wife had sent him a message when he was at work, she had bought a Shift Inc. lotion as an anniversary surprise and was waiting for him in bed.

“This is going to be awesome!” he thought, a pervy smile creeping across his face.

It didn’t take long for Ivy to arrive at the bus stop. She placed her bags on one of the empty seats, and leant against the stop's wall. A few other people were waiting but Ivy didn’t pay them any attention. She didn’t have the energy for any more mocking comments.

She put on her wireless headphones and pulled out her phone.

A few taps later she was on Youtube as she grumbled slightly. She clicked on her music playlist to pass the time and also to forget about the world until the bus arrived. But instead what she got was one of those excruciating automatic Youtube ads, it was the Shift Inc. one that she had already seen a million times.

“C’mon! I hate this crap! I just want to listen to some music, goddammit!” she growled internally. But to no avail as corporate whims forced her to fully watch the ad once again. As she did so, she recalled the other videos that had been circulating around the internet, the gossip that Kim Kardashian’s metamorphosis hadn’t been willing, but instead the result of her messing up badly during the filming.

“Seriously… How much of a useless dimwit do you have to be to screw it up like that?” Ivy mumbled, a sneer coming across her face as Kim revealed her expanding buttocks with a smile. She had no sympathy for Kim Kardashian…or Kimmy, as was her new zoo name. “Beasts belong at the zoo.” She chuckled as the black and white striped fur sprouted, engulfing the wet buttocks.

“It wouldn’t happen to me, no sir…”

Nevertheless, despite her feelings on Kim’s stupidity and the dangers of mutating, Ivy couldn’t help but be fascinated by Shift Inc and the products they sold.

“Perhaps… Perhaps, they have something to help with my height condition?” she wondered, looking down as she noticed her dainty little Mary Jane shoes.

They were still in a child's size…

The familiar noise of the bus pulling up made her look up from her phone. Her free hand was about to put the phone back in her pocket, like every other day, but she didn’t… Shift Inc. was coming to the forefront of her mind…and whether they could help her.

Maybe it was the answer she had been looking for all along.

Damn the risk.

Her curiosity won out as she looked back at her phone’s screen.

“Any nearby pharmacies still open?” her fingers quickly typing into Google. There was in fact one, still open… and with Shift Inc. in stock.

“Should I?” Ivy thought, noticing the bus getting closer. It was quite the inner turmoil… risk it all or go back home… and accept that she was just a shortie…

Her mom, Monica, random assholes…

Her clenched lips drew a smile.

“I won’t lose anything by asking…!” she said, picking up her shopping bags.

When the bus did finally arrive the short woman had left… forgetting the grocery bag sitting on the seat…

Feeling like her feet were lighter, Ivy walked away from the bus stop, heading towards that fateful pharmacy, hopeful that this choice would have a great impact on her future.

The pharmacy was indeed nearby, so despite her short legs, she was able to get there with time to spare. The automatic doors opened for her, and Ivy looked around curiously, feeling rather tired after her short run. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized someone else inside.

“Oh, craptastic!” thought Ivy.

By sheer coincidence, Melanie was in the pharmacy.

Her best friend in the whole world… Ivy really, really didn’t want to have to deal with Melanie’s overprotectiveness tendencies at the moment at all. The pharmacy wasn’t going anywhere, she could come back tomorrow.

Ivy tried to sneak away as best as she could, but…

“Ivy? Hey, Ivy! Hello! What are you doing here?!” Melanie shouted, waving her hand

“Damn it” Ivy sighed internally as she turned around.

To put it bluntly: Ivy envied Melanie. From her seven-foot height to her long, glossy brown hair and her perfect figure. Melanie even had a vibrant and flourishing modelling gig, Ivy’s dream job.

Standing in her light blue heels, she towered over Ivy.

“What wouldn’t I give to be in those shoes…” groaned Ivy mentally.

Once long ago, when they were children, in what now seemed a distant summer memory, she had been the tall one, the one that had to protect Melanie from the mean kids… but as the years passed by it became apparent that Melanie would never stop growing… and that only made her feel smaller…

Melanie for her part had always been too free-spirited to consider her size and her seemingly patronising attitude was just a constant reminder of what Ivy wanted most.

“Hey, Ivy! Are you listening? It’s me, Melanie, your best bestie! I was buying some protein shakes! Is something wrong? You look awful!” Melanie inquired, leaning down to Ivy’s level. “Did you catch a cold? Are you fine?”

“I’ve, hey, I… No, I’m fine,” Ivy babbled, avoiding her friend’s eyes.

Melaine frowned.

“You don’t sound fine to me,” her gaze narrowed.

Ivy hated it when Melanie talked down to her as if she was her parent.

“I had a rough day…” she answered, deliberately avoiding any further explanation.

“I see, I see,” Melanie nodded, straightening up. “So… What are you doing in the pharmacy?”

Ivy began to get nervous, staring at anything but her friend, but that didn’t dissuade Melaine’s inquisitive stare.

The short woman sighed, exhausted, and shrugged.

“I’ve just decided… After giving it some thoughtful consideration, to take a look… and, uh, ask if there’s any Shift Inc. product that could maybe help me… You know… Gain a few inches…” she slowly confessed with a feeling of resignation, carefully choosing her words in the hopes of not causing a fuss.

The increase of worry in Melanie’s expression indicated that she had failed.

“Oh, oh… but… Have you really thought about it properly?” Melanie asked, crossing her arms as her mom would. “That stuff is no joke, Ivy! There are all those videos of people… transforming… It's freaky! Monica told me that…!”

Ivy stopped her friend on the spot.

“Monica believes there are aliens in Area 51!”

“She’s shown me very good evidence of what they hide at the hangar and…!” Melanie stopped, and breathed deeply, raising her hand as if surrendering. “That’s another topic, look, I just… I just think you should at least sleep on it before doing something you might regret.”

“I’ve been sleeping on it for years! Perhaps if your head wasn't in the clouds all the time you would have noticed!” shouted Ivy, going red. “Do you even want me to be happy?” she asked in a bitter and resentful tone.

“Of course I do!” Melanie responded, her tone was soft as she tried to de-escalate the situation. “I just think you should…”

“I am an adult, Melanie, even if you and everybody else thinks otherwise! I can make my own decisions, and take my own risks. I don’t need your permission! You… You are just jealous in case I become taller than you!” Ivy replied, spitting the festering envy in her heart in Melanie’s face.

Melanie opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say.

“That’s not…” she babbled. “You can’t be serious…”

“Well, I am!”

The pair stared at each other, one with a look of anger, the other with confusion. A suffocating silence surrounded them, only broken when a third voice intervened.

“How can I help you?” a pharmacist asked - she was wearing pink glasses and her name tag said Rachel - from behind the counter, clearly agitated by the scene that the two friends were making in her workplace.

Melanie looked at the pharmacist, then at Ivy’s upset face… admitting defeat she took a step back, giving a free pass to her friend. Ivy was surprised by that gesture, it made the regret nibble her brain, but she had come to the pharmacy for a reason and wasn’t going to be dissuaded.

“Hi, hello,” the short woman said, putting her hands on the counter. “I… Uhhh… Well, you see, it may sound silly, but I was wondering if you would have any… anything… that could perhaps help me… get a bit taller…?”

Ivy felt quite dumb even asking that, it just sounded childish and she would bet that Melanie was staring at her from behind, which only made it worst. Her inner turmoil, the doubts and conflicted feelings were like a washing machine running at full speed in her stomach.

The pharmacist for her part wasn't surprised in the slightest by the request.

“So you are looking for Shift Inc. products?”

“Yes!” answered Ivy, maybe too quickly and enthusiastically. Ashamed she glared back at Melanie, Melanie pretended, very poorly, to not be paying attention. “Yes,” she continued, clearing her throat. “I think? I don’t know. Do they have anything for my… particular height issue?”

“Hmmm… I think we may have something that’ll fit.”

The hope made Ivy smile sillily.

“Really?”

“Indeed, but, as I’m sure you already know, miss, Shift Inc. isn’t like a simple aspirin. They are a line of highly specialised products whose goal is to fulfil every woman’s needs,” she spoke as if she was being paid, which she was. “Before we can prescribe you anything there's a procedure that begins with a quick blood test to determine the dosage, do you understand?”

The short woman nodded eagerly.

“Understood!”

“Good, then, if you are still interested, please follow me into the back room.”

Ivy followed the pharmacist with springs in her feet. Melanie watched them disappear behind a door behind the counter. She shook her head, picked up the protein shakes she had come to buy, and paid for them at the cash register, where she was served by another pharmacist.

With everything paid for and her shakes in a plastic bag she left the pharmacy… and stopped outside, leaning against the shop windows glass behind which, among other things, there was a large cutout with the Shift Inc. logo.

“Sigh…” she gasped. “Ivy, you are such an idiot…”

In the backroom, Ivy was seated on a couch while the pharmacist loaded her blood sample, taken by a thumb-pinching device, into a database on a computer.

“So, what product would work the best for my… predicament?”

“You may have heard of the new Savage Africa Line?“ the pharmacist said while she picked up a nearby clipboard.

“The Kardashian stuff?”

“Exactly! It might sound too convenient, and perhaps a little silly, but in that line, there’s a pill treatment for muscle elasticity based on giraffe hormones that have shown to increase the height of their users during the medical tests.”

The pharmacist gave a pamphlet to Ivy, it was a sizable list of Savage Africa products and the wild beasts that they were based on.

“Giraffe hormones…” mumbled Ivy, touching her fingertip to the picture of a giraffe that embellished the pamphlet. “Well, as long as it works…” she frowned. “Woah! Wait, this stuff is surprisingly reasonably priced!”

“Shift Inc. hormones are products for all women,” the pharmacist said with a smile. “Now that your test is up on their servers we can calibrate your exact dosage, but first you need to sign up for Takerace Insurance.” She gave Ivy the clipboard and a pen. “If you’re not already, you should be aware of the risks implicit in using this kind of hormonal treatment. Data shows that the prospect of an undesired mutation is less than 5% and most of those are caused by misuse of the treatments. Remember to only take the medication as prescribed, only the specified dose, and not to consume alcohol or other drugs… The usual precautions. Still, even in the rare worst-case scenario you have nothing to worry about, without any additional cost to you, Shift Inc. and their Takecare Insurance will take care of you as…” she stopped a moment. “In this case, as a giraffe.”

Ivy eyed the form, it was transparently clear, with details such as animal control or to which zoo she would most probably be sent in the worst case… The case where she became a giraffe for the rest of her life… Kim Kardashian’s furry zebra ass flashed through her mind, but she shook her head and quickly filled out the details, including the payment method, and stamped her agreement to the insurance without reading any further.

“It's good to know, but I haven’t any intention of joining the zoo business!” she said cheerfully, handing back the clipboard.

“Of course, but it is a necessary precaution. To finish the process I’m also obliged to ask you this rather blunt question: Do you fully understand the risks involved in using these hormones and that in this case, the risk may imply you becoming a giraffe?”

“Yeah,” nodded Ivy.

The pharmacist shook her head.

“No, you need to repeat it: Do you understand you may become a giraffe?”

The doubt returned to Ivy’s heart, she took a moment to think about the awful day she had been having and the many like this she had suffered before…

“Yes, I do,” she answered slowly. “I understand. I understand there’s a risk I may become a giraffe.”

She sounded solemn.

The pharmacist offered her a handshake that Ivy also accepted.

“Fantastic, then that’s all we need then! I'll send these forms off to Shift Inc. and you will receive your prescription in a few business days,” she explained to Ivy.

“That’s all?” asked the short girl.

“Yes, you can leave now, we will handle the rest.”

Ivy stood up and looked at Rachel.

“Thank you for this… It really means a lot to me…”

“No need for that Miss, it’s our job. Just make sure you use the pill properly and enjoy the experience!”

They nodded at each other and, waving goodbye, Ivy left the back room.

Shortly after that, Ivy walked out of the pharmacy altogether, she wasn’t entirely surprised when she found Melanie still sitting down outside, waiting for her.

Melanie got up, but Ivy spoke first.

“I’m sorry for earlier…” she muttered, looking down at the floor. “I’ve…I’ve had a long day and I…I just can’t take it anymore. I know that’s no excuse but… It's hard for me… being a dumb shortie…”

“You’re forgiven for being dumb!” Melanie replied, her warm smile brightened up Ivy’s mood. “As long as you forgive me for the same thing!” they both chuckled, Melanie leaned forward, noticing that her friend wasn’t carrying anything. “Did you actually buy that stuff?”

“Yup, they will send it by mail. Gi… G-Giraffe hormones.”

“Giraffe hormones? For real?”

“I need them…!”

“Then there’s nothing else to say!” Melanie quickly assured her. “Just be careful with it, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry, I’m not some idiot celeb, I know what I’m doing.”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear! Do you wanna ride back home?”

“That would actually be pretty neat.”

Melanie’s blue sedan was parked nearby. They got in and soon after joined the city's traffic, driving down the street. Melanie put the radio on, Ivy looked into the night sky through the passenger window, she was rather fatigued after everything.

With that mix of excitement and hesitation, she wondered about her last purchase.

Giraffe pills.

Could Shift Inc. really be the solution to her problems? Were her problems truly problems at all? Perhaps Melanie was right, perhaps it was a terrible idea…

The worst case…

At least if she still had any doubts she could always get rid of the pills once they arrived.

“I guess I need to sleep on it after all…” she whispered… and then shouted. “Shit I forgot my groceries at the bus stop!”

A few days later, Ivy was lying down on her living room’s sofa, hugging one of the big soft cushions, tired of her shortie existence. That terrible day when she had bought her hormones resulted in a long, long week of similar unpleasantness.

She was very done with everything… when the doorbell rang and she rose up like a spring.

“It must be it!” she shouted, rushing to the door. “I’m home! I’m home!”

The mailman was waiting for her on the other side of the door, holding a package.

“Good morning,” the man uttered in a dull tone. “Ivy Corto…correct?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Ivy replied with an excited giggle.

The mailman nodded with a deadpan expression, offering a paper and a pen to the woman.

“Sign on the line,” he told her, tapping with the pen.

Ivy complied, her heart bouncing like a little girl. A wide smile on her face as she was handed the package.

It had finally arrived.

The bored mailman left after babbling something unintelligible. Ivy closed the door and quickly opened the cardboard, inside the package she found a small pill bottle with the Shift Inc. logo and some brochures.

She squeaked in delight, her long wait was over. It had finally arrived.

Ivy gave the bottle a close inspection. It was labelled Giraffe elasticity pills and embellished with the drawing of a happy giraffe doing a yoga pose. The instructions were printed on the back.

“One per day every morning or evening,” Ivy mumbled, reading them aloud. “Do not change the time of dosage, take them within one hour in anticipation of heavy exercise, don’t mix with other substances under any circumstances, not recommended for pregnant people… in case of metamorphosis, please call Takecare Insurance if possible…”

The woman felt the chill of uncertainty crawling up her spine once more.

The tiny plastic bottle felt heavy in her hand.

Her Mary Jane shoes were near the door… children's size shoes…

Ivy frowned, breathed deeply, and cleared her mind.

“Less than 5% of cases end in metamorphosis,” she repeated like a mantra. “I know what I bought,” she stared directly at the yoga giraffe. “I’m not a giraffe… but this is the end of Ivy the shortie!”

With that firm declaration, she opened the bottle and put the first of the bluish pills into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, held her breath… and swallowed…

After a couple of minutes… she gasped aloud as she stopped holding her breath.

Ivy didn’t feel any different, perhaps slightly hot. She rubbed her head and chuckled.

“You idiot,” she said. “It’s not magic, you weren’t going to puff and transform!” The woman closed the bottle and put it back in the package, picking everything up and walking back to the living room. “I need to read the prescription better…” she rubbed her panties, then inside them. “And…” her belly grumbled. “Have some breakfast…!”

Shortly afterwards Ivy was back lying on the sofa, munching some toast… while masturbating furiously...

The alarm on her phone buzzed. Ivy had to put quite some effort into waking up. She shut off the alarm with a slap, growling and grunting as she fought in vain against her own consciousness.

“What time is it…?” Ivy yawned as she sat up on the sofa, she was pantiless, her shirt felt tight and her muscles ached, she scratched her head. “Did I spend all of yesterday masturbating?” she wondered, looking at the phone’s screen. “Crap baskets… I need a shower… Melanie must be on her way to pick me up for work…

Ivy stretched her arms, causing a small rip in the back of the shirt. She didn’t notice that her feet didn’t have any trouble reaching the floor from the sofa now.

Stripping down she dragged herself to the bathroom, after a fast shower she proceeded to brush her teeth just like any other morning and then, thanks to the waking effects of the warm water, finally became aware of the fact.

The toothbrush dropped from her mouth and clinked into the sink.

“Holy fuck…!” her mouth opened in a perfect o. “I’ve…! Did…?! Grown!”

For anybody else, it would have been hard to spot, but for her, after a lifelong obsession, it was unmissable.

She had grown a whole inch overnight.

Joy overcame the shock, her mouth widening into a smile so large it would have made the Cheshire cat jealous.

“They work…! They work!” she cried gleefully, jumping around the bathroom.

Her voice was joyous as she quickly dashed back to the living room. She found the bottle of pills and took another one.

“One a day every morning!” she reminded herself after gulping it down. “Have to sustain the growth!”

A car was pulling up nearby.

“Melanie is here already?!”

She rushed to her bedroom and got into her usual attire, by the time Melanie sounded her horn she was already heading towards the door while tying up her pigtails, wondering excitedly what her friend was going to say about her growth spurt.

Ivy walked out of her house as if she was about to show herself to the jury in a beauty contest. Confidence oozed from every pore as she climbed inside the sedan.

She sat up very straight and with her nose pointing upwards, waiting for Melanie’s reaction.

“Sup Ivy, ready for work?” an oblivious Melanie greeted her.

Ivy raised her nose more and cleared her throat, attracting her friend's attention, Melanie frowned, confused.

“You… You okay?” was her next question.

That began to piss Ivy off.

“You haven’t noticed it?” she asked.

“Noticed what?”

“The pills arrived yesterday! I began the treatment and I’ve already grown!”

“You have?”

“Yes, a whole inch! Don’t you see that my head is closer to your dumb face now?”

Melanie squinted her eyes, staring closer at Ivy. She honestly didn’t notice much difference but chose to approach the matter with finesse and some theatrics.

“Ivy…!” she gasped slowly. “You’ve grown!”

Ivy’s confidence was restored instantly as she nodded eagerly.

“Yup! A whole inch!” she repeated.

Melanie started the car and began to drive down the street. Despite not noticing much, if any, physical difference Melanie couldn’t deny the difference in mood and boost to her morale that Ivy's attitude had received. Perhaps Monica was wrong, it wouldn’t have been the first time, perhaps this was for the best.

She smiled softly, happy for her friend.

In the passenger seat, Ivy’s bliss began to fade as her dangerous lack of self-esteem dragged her back down to noticing that even despite her extra inch Melanie was still way taller than her, looking down, her shoes were still in a child’s size.

The pressure in her chest, that sensation that she was about to shrink and disappear without anybody noticing, made her breath heavily. Plus, the last dose of giraffe began to take effect and her pussy heated up inside the skirt, sucking up her panties and making her blush.

Ivy fell pulled in two directions.

She shook her head with conviction, all she needed to do was continue the treatment and she would keep growing and growing until Melanie was the shortie.

That was the solution.

Become as tall as a giraffe…

“Can I come over tonight?” Melanie asked, snapping Ivy out of her train of thought.

“Uh?” Ivy replied with her cheeks painted a vivid red. “Come over where?”

“To your home, silly? We have to celebrate that extra inch!”

Ivy broke out of her daze, and she hoped Melanie hadn’t noticed her hard nipples.

“Lovely!” she said. “A lovely idea, yeah, sure, you can come, we’ll have a party!”

“Then it’s a deal! A tall girls' party night!”

“E-Exactly!”

They chuckled together.

Ivy really did feel like celebrating, perhaps in a lewder way than anything Melanie was planning, but if not, a relaxing night with her best friend sounded like heaven after so much stress.

The car drove away into the city…

The day went by in a blur… a horny blur…

Ivy was back at home, sitting on her sofa, rubbing her crotch. Exhausted, but content, Melanie was going to come over soon and their little celebration was absolutely certain to be amazing. She had started without her - on the coffee table stood the dusty bottle of champagne, a housewarming gift from her parents, standing open, in her hand was a half-empty cup. It was the second she had drunk, she didn’t have any fancy glasses… and she had never been very good at handling her booze.

She finished what was left in the cup, gasped, and let out a small burp that made her giggle. The short woman pressed the camel toe in her yellow panties.

“I should probably take tonight’s dose before Melanie arrives!”

If she had been luckier, that lazy dizzy thought might have come and gone, but to her disgrace, she had left the Shift Inc. pill bottle sitting on the coffee table.

“One every morning and evening!” she proclaimed, triumphantly wrong as she swallowed the fatal pill with a third cup of champagne.

Just as with any other case of hormonal overdose, the effects were almost instant even if she wasn’t aware of what was going on immediately. Her pupils dilated and her libido went nuclear.

Barely conscious she slid down in her seat, one hand reaching for her crotch, rubbing and pressing.

“Hmmm…!” she went lower. “Tall… I wanna be tallllll…” she mumbled.

A savannah wildfire burning inside her heart.

Ivy eyed the giraffe on the pill bottle’s label. She imagined the giraffe… standing majestically in the yellow grass… she gasped, her imagination escalated… the long cock inside of her.

Her panties moistened.

Her arousal was out of control, she wanted…she wanted…

The sudden sound of the ring of the doorbell broke her daydreaming, but not the growing heat in her groin. Her belly grumbled, she scratched her head, her mind foggy.

“What… What just…?”

The doorbell sounded again.

With a considerable amount of effort, she got up and stumbled on trembling legs over to the door. All the while her clit seemed to be twisting itself into a knot. When she opened the door, leaning against it so as not to fall, she found a cheerful Melanie on the other side.

“It's a girl's night!” Melanie enthusiastically proclaimed as she walked in.

Ivy nodded, closing the door, struggling to stand up, a pain in her stomach as it transitioned from the singular to the plural, developing four chambers… like the one a giraffe would have…

“Your house is always so clean!” Melanie giggled, but her smile didn’t last long, the bag with snacks and drinks she had brought dropped from her hand when she looked back at Ivy and saw her friend grabbing her growling belly with an expression of distress. “Ivy? You look… E-Everything alright?”

They stared at each other, both with similar concern in their eyes. Ivy was sweaty and red, she gulped before mumbling.

“I… feel… g-gg… strange…!"

That was all she managed to say before falling down onto her knees and hands. Melanie put her hands across her chest, recoiling.

“Ivy…! This isn’t funny, you’re scaring me!”

Ivy looked up at her, eyes wide open, teeth clenched. She tried to hold her breath but it didn’t last long.

“MeEelanieeeEEEHHHHHHHH!” her scream was stretched at the same rate as her neck.

Cracking and snapping the short girls’ neck quickly thickened and elongated, pushing forward, leaving her chest behind. Ivy was left as a bizarre inhuman sight with an absurdly long neck. Melanie, almost pushed by Ivy’s head, stumbled into the couch and dropped on top of it. From that position, she kept looking directly at her mutating friend.

Ivy’s hands began to change next, the fingers pressed themselves together, nails thickening and darkening as the keratin spread upwards. Dexterity faded from them as a new pair of hooves replaced her hands.

“Ivy! Ivy what’s happening?!” Melanie cried, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

A tingle climbed over Ivy's skin, from the tips of her toes to the tips of her ears yellowish fur with brown spots of different sizes and shapes grew all over her body, spreading without constraint.

“This is… You’re metamorphosing!” Melanie shouted, as soon as the realisation hit her, she walked around the growing bulk of her changing friend, frantically looking for something.

“Melanie? Don’t leave Meooooooooo!” Ivy cried, tears came from her swelling eyes, her stretching ears shook because the cry was not a cry but a bellow.

Ivy cringed in pain as a pair of tubular furry ossicones, a distinct marker of the species she was becoming, pushed their way out to crown her forehead. She continued begging for Melanie’s help, or at the very least her company, sounding more and more like an adult female giraffe.

Fortunately, Melanie quickly returned. She was holding something in her hand and her expression looked disappointed.

“Ivy? You drank this with the pills?” she asked. There was no malice in her voice, no anger, just Melanie being blunt and sticking to the point. Ivy managed to look up enough to see what Melanie was trying to show her.

It was a bottle of champagne.

“Ishhhh… Yuuuuuuuuush!” Ivy bellowed, immediate regret coming over her as Melanie could only nod in response.

“Yes… I’m afraid so…” Melanie simply replied. Next she held up the container that the accursed pills had come in as she quickly examined the side.”Okay, calm down…” mumbled the not-mutating woman, having found the insurance number on the side. Deep down she knew she couldn’t help Ivy at all, but even deep inside she wished she was wrong.

Melanie rang the insurance number, holding the phone to her ear as Ivy felt another change coming over her. She felt discomfort in her rear, feeling something pushing. It was as if something was trying to force its way out of her body as Ivy cringed in pain. Soon, however, she could no longer hold it in as she bellowed once more.

“Out, out, ooooooooooout!” hollowed Ivy, feeling immediate relief as her new tail burst out of her rear. It came out with such force that it tore a hole in her underwear. The new extension flopping around aimlessly, basking in its newfound freedom, ripping more the panties and exposing the darkened butthole and pussy beneath. Moments later, it calmed down as Ivy found that she was able to control the foreign limb with her mind.

“Huurooooyyooy!” Ivy bellowed towards Melanie.

Melanie held her hand up, as if she was trying to appease a wild beast, while she focused her attention back on her phone.

“Hello Shift Inc support speaking, how may I help you?” said the person on the other end of the line, Melanie scrambling for a moment as Ivy continued to transform in front of her, growing larger by the second as she continued grunting and moaning.

“Hello, sorry…” Melanie began moving away from Ivy as she realised how massive her friend was becoming. She could only imagine the sense of vertigo that Ivy was feeling as she bulked up, her proportions becoming truly animalistic as her clothes ripped apart. Her feet brutally crunched together, her toes sticking together like glue as her feet were quickly swapped for a pair of back hooves just like her hands had been.

From the neck down, Ivy was now more giraffe than woman. Melanie could only look on in awe as her friend’s boobs migrated down, sliding over the deformed torso to place themselves in the crotch and fuse and swell into a four teat udder.

“NUUUUUUUH! NOOOOOOOO! UUUUUUUUUG! GUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!”

Ivy seemed to be crashing into everything, now too tall to navigate through her own home.

“Miss… are you still there?” asked the operator, finally regaining Melanie’s attention. “This is a paid phone-line.”

“Yes, yes, sorry. My name's Melanie Haute, and… I’ve got to report an incident as a result of misuse of one of your products,” Melanie explained her tone as firmly as possible given the circumstances.

“Ok, can you please elaborate?” asked the operator. “Are you metamorphosing, miss?

“No, it’s my friend, Ivy Corto, she’s been using your products and now she’s… she’s turning into a giraffe,” Melanie replied, somehow still maintaining her composure.

“MEMEMELNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! THE FFFFFUKKK FUUUR! MALENIIIIIIIII! IT ITCHEEEEEEEEES!”

Ivy was sitting over her bulged rear, squeezed in the entrance hallway. Her limbs stretched to match the rest of her body, long, lanky and thin, surrounding Melanie.

“Ivy Corto… Corto, yes, here she is, she's in our database. Did she use the product as stipulated?” the operator asked without flinch for the background noises of transformations.

“No…I don’t think she did…” Melanie admitted. “She… must have accidentally taken the pills with champagne…”

“Understood, sorry ma’am, but, as you sure know, Miss Corto will be a giraffe from now on,” the operator replied, shifting to a rather sympathetic voice.” The side effects of our products are irreversible,” the operator continued. “But no worry, the Takecare Insurance will cover your friend's necessities.”

“Meaning…?” Melanie asked, her composure now beginning to break.

“It means that Ivy will become be part of the Mission Replenish Zoo program as per the agreement she signed, she chose it herself instead of a wildlife reservation,” explained the operator while reading Ivy’s info. “We’ll organise animal control for transport, we just need your consent on Ivy’s behalf, because as of right now… I doubt Miss Corto is in a position to give it.” they concluded.

Melanie took a look at Ivy, her friend. She noticed the changing giraffe was having extreme difficulty standing up, let alone walking, her head constantly hitting the ceiling. She squeezed the phone, knowing what she needed to do, but before she mouthed ‘sorry’ to her friend.

“I… I consent on behalf of Ivy to put transportation in place,” she agreed.

“Perfect, they will be there soon,” said the operator.

“Thank you for your help…”

“My pleasure and… sorry about your ordeal,” the operator finished with as they hung up. “Help is in the way, just try to stay calm, both of you, is not as bad as it seems. Trust me, I know.” the line turned off.

Melanie put the phone down.

Ivy, through her changing ears, heard every word as she bellowed in protest.

“What choice did I have, Ivy?!” Melanie shouted, the difficulty of their situation beginning to overwhelm her.

“I dooooon’t knnoooooow…how abouooooot anything elseoooooo?” Ivy bellowed, feeling a tingling coming up her face. It felt ticklish, unusual. It was as if her bellow had caused her changes to speed up.

Ivy could feel the rest of the changes travelling over her face. She felt her ears begin to stretch out, becoming curved and wide as many new sounds became familiar to her. Her blond hair began to drop out of her head, a new brown mane taking its place, sprouting down her long neck. However, the finishing touch was her face beginning to push out. As Ivy’s muzzle formed, her teeth began to change, becoming more suitable for the herbivore that she now was.

“MEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”

With a final unintelligible bellow muzzle finished stretching as Ivy’s transformation completed itself. It was over, all Ivy had been replaced by a common giraffe. One that was having difficulty moving in the cramped house that once she thought too big.

“Sorry Ivy but… it’s just… the fact, look at yourself… you simply cannot stay here,” Melanie said bluntly, crossing her arms in irritation. “You are a freaking giraffe for fuck sake!”

Ivy glared angry at her friend but, after a moment, backed down. Finally the talests of the two she bent her head down, trying to get Melanie’s poking her with her muzzle.

Melanie turned around, she was still upset at her friend, but…

“You are a freaking giraffe…” she repeated with cracked words.

Melanie began to stroke Ivy’s muzzle. It soothed the giraffe and calmed her irritation as both of them resigned themselves to their new fates.

Two weeks have passed…

Two rough weeks since Ivy’s transformation but fortunately, as the operator assured, things had turned out relatively well.

It didn’t take that long for animal control to arrive, also the firemen, they needed to cut a hole in the entrance to help the giraffe out into the transport to the zoo. Ivy tried to look at Melanie once last time, only to see Melanie turn away, disappearing in the crowd of curious neighbours. Ivy feared that she had lost her best friend… on top of her humanity…

Ivy hadn’t seen Melanie since that night, but she still hoped everyday her friend would come to visit.

Regardless of Ivy’s personal feelings, she had been relocated to a nearby zoo which had been rather eager to take her in. While Ivy had been subjected to many professionally degrading medical checks upon her arrival, most of the zookeepers were somewhat sympathetic to her plight.

She recalled her parents' visits the previous week. It surprised, and kinda annoyed, her just how little they were bothered by her transformation, but they had always been a couple of hippies at heart. After reinforcing how much they ultimately loved her, no matter what she was, they did have a few words which had proven to be food for thought.

“You always did want to be taller honey," her mother had said with a kind smile. “And now there’s few things taller than you!”

This had caused Ivy to realise that despite everything that had happened, she had, in fact, gotten what she had wished for. She was easily the tallest of all the zoo beasts around, even just within the savannah enclosure, it gave her an odd sense of… perhaps pride.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching, someone who had been annoying Ivy since day one.

“Here we go again…” Ivy thought bitterly as she eyed the zookeeper. Her name was Francine and her no-nonsense attitude rubbed the giraffe the wrong way.

Although, it wasn’t like Ivy had much of a choice but to put up with her.

“Morning, long-neck!!” shouted Francine, making the most of her ex-military background as she noticed Ivy staring at her with a glum expression. “Now don’t give me that face!” Francine continued, her booming voice echoing across the enclosure. “You could’ve chosen to avoid this if only you had been more careful. This is the natural consequence of your decisions and mistakes,” Francine stated, eyeing the annoyed expression of the newcomer giraffe.

Since their first interactions, Ivy made clear with her body language that she didn’t like a bit to be reminded of how she got into this predicament, yet Francine made sure to nail down that fact as often as she could.

“You metamorphosed? Big deal! That’s no reason to be mushy! You were a girl, now you are a giraffe, so what? See that big rhino over there? She’s a mother of three and used to be a bus driver, transformed at work, it was all over the news!” Francine boomed, pointing towards the large rhino for emphasis. “Now she’s willing to join the breeding program to help the nose-horn population!”

The rhino, while clearly slightly ashamed, gave an empathetic glare to the giraffe.

Ivy rolled her eyes, seriously missing the ability to speak and considered putting her spit skill in practice.

“And that Gazelle?” continued Francine, pointing towards the gazelle which froze in embarrassment. “A former athlete trying to stay on top. Resorting to using Shift Inc products to make it happen, hmph, at least she won the race in which she transformed!” Francine finished as she stared directly at Ivy.

“My point is… you’re not all that special, but you’re also not alone,” explained the zookeeper, her expression softening for a moment. “Everybody makes mistakes. You’re not the first person to misuse Shift Inc. products, you can bet you won’t be the last, but we’ll always be here to keep giving folks in your situation a place to call home and feel safe. You make a dumb and will never be human again, so what else can you ask for?” Francine finished, her expression narrowing once more as she finished her little pep talk.

“Listen everybody, today we have a tour group of school children coming in shortly, you all know the drill,” said Francine, going through the daily itinerary. “I expect you to be on your best behaviour, especially you, long-neck. It’s your first day in public and it’s okay to be nervous, but I don’t want any wacky shenanigans,” the zookeeper smirked. “Miel.” Francine stopped for a moment as Ivy bellowed out in protest. “You didn’t want to pick a stage name, so your mother had to choose one for you, you are welcome to come up with another one if you don’t like it!”

Francine stared at Mie’ for a moment longer, waiting to see if she had anything left to say. “Ok, now I need to go and check on the others,” she said, turning away from the giraffe. “We have a lot of ex-humans around, just remember, behave properly or I will shoot a tranq in your butt before you can grunt!” she said sternly as she finally left towards another area.

Peace didn’t last long, the school trip of noisy children arrived shortly at the giraffe enclosure, herded by a couple of teachers.

“He, me being the centre of attention…” thought Ivy. “After all, no one ever used to notice Ivy but now it’s impossible to miss Miel… Goddammit, mom!” she shook her ears and decided to lower her head to at least entertain the children.

As Miel began to lose herself in the joyous cheering of the enthusiastic kid, she was quickly taken out of the moment as a teacher came forward. She glanced at the nearby plaque which had a more or less detailed explanation and even a picture of Miel’s former humanity.

“This is outrageous! How can they allow freaks like this in public?!” shouted the teacher. “You are not a giraffe!”

The teacher stared disapprovingly at the giraffe, Miel tried to play dumb for a brief moment before outright ignoring them.

“As if I didn't have enough pains in my ass already…” mentally grumbled Ivy.

“Chill out Doris, the girl is already a giraffe for life, what else do you want to happen to her?” said another teacher.

Miel move away from the argument the two teachers started, walking gracefully to the enjoyment of the students.

“Welp, I wanted to be the main attraction and now I am…! Even if I am a damn giraffe!” thought Ivy, truly enjoying the attention she was receiving from the children.

Perhaps…she could grow to like this new situation… In fact, there was only one thing she missed… apart from talking and clothes…

Eventually the children began to leave, heading towards another enclosure and Miel was left all alone. But not totally alone… Ivy noticed that there was still one person standing in front of her enclosure. A person she knew all too well. As Ivy recognized Melanie, she just wished giraffes didn’t look so awkward when trying to smile.

Joy threatened to overwhelm her now gargantuan body.

“Hey there Ivy,” said Melanie, a wide smile across her face as she leaned on the fence. “You are the start of the show now, uh?

Ivy elegantly bowed her neck down, allowing Melanie access to pet her muzzle.

Miel the giraffe was now truly happy and that made all worth it.

---If you want to see more kinky TF shenanigans give a click to these links! ^^

-Furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/senorincognito69

-DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/senorincognito69

-Twitter: https://twitter.com/SIncognito69

--If you want to support and help me do more stuff:

-Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/senorincognito69

-Gumroad: https://app.gumroad.com/senorincognito69

-Pixiv Fanbox: https://senorincognito69.fanbox.cc/

-Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/senorincognito69

#tf #transformation #giraffe #tale #tftale

8 notes · View notes

hisoknen · 4 years ago

Note

Do you have any JJK fic recs 🥺

oh boy do i hehe,, these are the ones that are out so far check out masterlists too!! i haven’t been on tumblr a lot the past few weeks so im sure to be missing a whole bunch of amazing fics and writers

gojo and yuuta @bakatenshii fic,, angel is constantly thirsting and if i had to compile her top tier jjk thirsts it would have to be it’s own post. angel prose angel prose angel prose look through her character juice tags and swoon. angel writng makes me leak like a faulty bathtub also read this lil thing on the zenin fam and cumbust

yuuta - @underyuuta undersalmon present miki,, everything miki writes is sexy and makes you wanna bark growl and froth like a rabid animal

toji @shoyokuns mous toji worm cock worm cuddle worm tiddies suckies domestic lovers,, watch out with mous’ masterlist cause you click one tag at midnight and then all of a sudden it’s 6am and you don’t know what’s happening but you wanna be a creampuff

yuuji nii @tetsou honey writes delicious thirsts that tickle your brain v horny,, geto x honey thoughts make your chest feel tight and your head feel all floaty and tingly

megumi @some-kindofgnome i have this fic in my drafts still trying to compile thoughts to convey the things it made me feel sara’s just got his characterization down pat and it’s so flowy to read and exciting idk still working on the words

toji @animatedrapture i got halfway through writing this and saw that violet wrote toji and sprinted at the speed of light to drink it in, mean taunting daddy toji violet pls more pls

yuuta @titan-fodder mel said she might re-upload some of her old jjk stuff BUT READ YUUTA BIRTHDAY FIC^^^ my other favorite was greed with gojo it made my belly swirl deliciously

nanami @whats-her-quirk,, june just climbs in and scoops out all the sexy parts of characters personalities and bakes a cake and then you eat it and then you vibrate and demand moar

there’s also a lot of people i am looking straight at cause they have delicious ideas and juicy brains and i want them to write jjk looking straight at you pom, dymph, shadow, ria, zo and mari

#jjk recs #please feel free to add!!#i really hope that i didn't fuck the links ;-;#PLEASE GO READ NOW #i'll update this sometime soon!!#sorry if i missed anyone this time around!!

327 notes · View notes

genesisrose74 · 5 years ago

Text

Ship Shenanigans

A/n: ohmygosh I’m so sorry about not being super active for a while!! School kinda sucks butt at the moment and I got smacked with a bit of writers block at the same time, but I promise that I’m on track and almost ready to post some of the requests I’ve been working on. I can’t promise my upload schedule will be as consistent, but I’m going to do my best to make sure I’m still putting out stuff, because I really love doing this and am so glad you’re reading what I write! Here’s a little Fairy Tail Natsu oneshot that I’ve had in my drafts to maybe hold you over. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Reader

Words: 1530

*******

Sitting in a chair on the boat deck, you fanned yourself with your hand. Strands of drenched hair stuck to your forehead, and you already started to regret not bringing any sort of shade on the vessel.

Why did Master Marakov make you come on the boat with the S Trial contestants again?

The rest of your fellow S-Class mages were already on the island, so why were you stuck on this stupid ship? Gramps said something about helping him control this year’s contenders on their journey to the guild’s island, but half of them were either dying of heat or of motion sickness anyways, leaving you unnecessary and miserable.

“Humidity sucks,” you complained, laying your head on your arms to stare out at the ocean.

“Not for Juvia, it doesn’t,” Cana stated, pointing to said water mage staring in awe at-

“GRAY! I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!” you shrieked, shielding your eyes and turning away from the ice mage’s naked figure.

“It’s so hot…” the male groaned from the opposite end of the boat.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” glowered a nauseous Gajeel, head hanging off the side of the ship. Near to your sitting place, another Dragon Slayer seemed to have it just as bad, if not even worse.

“You think Wendy would use that Troia spell on me this time around?” Natsu groggily questioned aloud.

With his tousled salmon hair and permanent pout on his face, Natsu would have looked incredibly cute - if not for the excessive amount of times he had leaned over the boat to hurl. Everyone was very much aware of the boy’s hatred of vehicular transportation, especially yourself. Being one of his closest friends caused you to be quite knowledgeable of his motion sickness when you would go on jobs together. It had been a while since you’d seen it up close, though, since you were out working by yourself for a few months.

“She’s technically your enemy, though,” a lounging Loke pointed out to Natsu, referring to the trials about to take place.

“Sorry Natsu,” Wendy agreed sadly. “Hang in there.”

“That’s – okay,” the Fire Dragon Slayer gagged.

A pang of guilt shot through you at the poor boy’s state. Would it be wrong of you to try to comfort him, seeing as he was a trial contender?

When Natsu whined out with one of the most adorably pitiful noises you’d ever heard, you decided that you might as well offer him some company. The trial hadn’t started yet, after all.

“Hey, Natsu,” you spoke up, trying not to make any jolting movements that might shift the boat around more. He stared up at your concerned face with a pained expression.

Natsu drew out your nickname with a tone pleading for help. “Please help me out here.”

A fiery blush arose on your face. The Dragon Slayer knew that you always melted for him when he used that old name. Damn him for knowing that weakness.

“How do I do that?” you asked, slowly sitting down behind Natsu’s head. He was taking up the whole edge on one side of the ship, and you didn’t want to block the middle deck.

“I don’t know,” he whimpered.

“Well,” an idea came to mind as you spoke, “a woman I encountered during my last quest did something when I was dazed, but I’m not sure if it will work for you.”

“Try it, please, literally anything to get me out of this hell.”

You shifted forward from where you sat and gingerly lifted Natsu’s head into your lap. He stared up at your face with curiosity in his onyx eyes, and you gestured for his hands, which he lifted up in compliance.

You placed your index, middle, and ring finger of your right hand on the inside of one of his wrists and applied light pressure for about five seconds, switching over to his other hand before looking down at the pink haired mage for a response.

“Did it work at all?” you inquired softly.

“Yeah, actually. It’s not as bad now,” he sighed, body relaxing slightly.

“Good. I think you can try focusing on a fixed point somewhere on the horizon, or you could try closing your eyes if that helps instead.”

Natsu’s eyes fluttered closed and you couldn’t hold back your smile. There was that cute face, his relaxed features and easier breaths softening his expression.

“Why does the flame baby get special treatment when I’m over here dying?” Gajeel cried as he hung over the boat’s edge.

“I thought you said you didn’t have motion sickness, Gajeel,” you recalled. “If you do, though, just tell me and I can certainly help you out as well.”

The Iron Dragon Slayer grouched. “Nevermind.”

You sat on the deck and continued to hold Natsu’s head, occasionally repeating the same routine of applying pressure to his wrists whenever he started to tense up in discomfort. After some time of just listening to the gentle waves of the ocean, he opened one of his eyes to gaze up at you.

“Thanks for the help,” he offered a small grin, sharp canines just barely poking out.

You smiled back, gently patting the boy’s head. “It’s no problem.”

The pink strands of hair under your fingers were undeniably soft, just how they always looked to you - even in the most action packed of situations. Without really thinking of it, your hands started to weave gently through Natsu’s hair. The Dragon Slayer opened both his eyes at this point, surprised at your actions, but he was basically purring when you started to scratch gently at his scalp.

“Jeez, you’re really good at that,” he hummed, bringing on a warmth in your body that stood completely unrelated to the day’s humidity.

“You think so?”

“Heck yes; I want your hands in my hair for the rest of eternity.”

Your movements stilled for a moment, wanting to engrain that sentence in your mind as quickly as humanly possible. It would be a flat out lie if you said that you weren’t attracted to Natsu, so his words poked at your stomach and prompted it to flutter in all sorts of ways. The oblivious idiot didn’t appear to notice your embarrassingly flustered state, though, simply nuzzling his head further into your lap.

And honestly, that was completely okay with you at the moment.

“Did you happen to bring any mints?” Natsu inquired as you continued playing with his hair. It was pretty common of you to bring along some when you went on jobs with the Dragon Slayer, just to help freshen his breath if he got sick - which was quite often. You rummaged around in the bag that was slung across your shoulders with one hand, checking to see if you had left any in there before leaving the guild. Your hand brushed against a small metal container, pulling it out triumphantly. “You’re in luck, flame brain.”

Natsu sat up slowly to take a mint from you, popping it into his mouth as you ruffled his hair fondly. “Better?”

He nodded a bit. “Yeah, but I think I need one more thing.”

“I don’t know if I’ll have anything to help, but what would that thing be?”

Suddenly, Natsu looked over to the other side of the ship and pointed out into the ocean, catching everyone’s attention.

“Hey, is that Tenrou Island right there?” he called out, which caused everyone to shift over to search the horizon. You also turned your head in the direction to which he gestured, but didn’t make any movement to stand.

“I can’t even see anything, are you sure-?”

Before you could finish your sentence, Natsu had pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and instantly shut you up. You brought your face back to him, who shamelessly grinned at your shocked expression. “Now I’m good to go,” he quipped.

You just stared at him for a moment, completely unsure of what just happened, but as soon as you recovered you instantly grabbed him by his scarf and crashed your lips together. The unusual taste of mint mixed with a scent like smoky firewood was oddly intoxicating as the Fire Dragon Slayer kissed you back with a feverish intensity.

The moment was quickly gone after you urgently pushed him away, noticing Lucy turning back around with a slight frown pulling at her lips.

“Natsu, there’s absolutely nothing over there,” she whined, throwing her hands up in tired aggravation. “You gave me hope that we’d finally be able to get off this thing.”

“Oh my bad, I thought for sure I saw something,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laying back down and settling easily into your lap once more. The smug glint dancing across his eyes made your nerves go haywire, but you didn’t move a muscle until everyone’s attention returned to the unbearable heat radiating onto the ocean’s surface.

“Just because that just happened,” you murmured softly under your breath, “it doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you if I see you on Tenrou.”

He simply flashed a kiddish grin in response. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

613 notes · View notes

writers-block246 · 4 years ago

Text

OHSHC Imagine- Kyoya, Tamaki, and the Twins react to you playing Just Dance

Authors Note: Hello guys! It’s been a while since I’ve uploaded so here is a draft from the summer of my four favorite boys. Don’t worry, I’m working on some new stuff and will be up soon! I’m currently watching MHA so there will be content of that :) anyways enjoy this for now

TW: suggestive themes

• tamaki suoh

you smiled as you watched the disc slide into the console. just dance: a game you haven’t played in years, but one of your favorite video games growing up.

‘just dance! dance, dance!’ you heard the game say, and indeed you shall.

you guided the tiny hand across the screen to choose one of your old favorite dances. you pressed ‘a’ and the music recognized as good girl by carrie underwood started to play.

you play through half of the song and you already were 3 stars in. you heard the familiar squeak of your bedroom door open, the smell of tamaki’s cologne entering the room, though your oblivious self did not notice his presence.

your boyfriend leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as his eyes were stuck on your moving body.

he chuckled.

“you enjoying yourself there, princess?”

you gasped, pausing the game, turning to tamaki.

“hey babe,” you managed to say, blushing at the sudden embarrassment.

he must have sensed your shift of emotions because the next thing you knew his arms wrapped around your waist, turning on his princely charms you always fell for.

he caressed the side of your face, causing your pink cheeks to deepen to a crimson red, something tamaki was only able to do.

“now princess, don’t be embarrassed... you dance so gracefully. the sight of your smile causes the fountain inside of me to start overflowing.”

one thing for sure is he had a way with words.

“besides my love, you look sooo cute when you’re dancing!”

you laughed as you grabbed another wii remote, handing it to tamaki.

“wanna dance with me?”

he smiled as he grabbed the remote.

“okay, you may look cute while dancing but i will still beat you.”

“bring it on,” you said as you unpaused the game.

tamaki may have had a way with words, and he may be amazing at ballroom dancing, but one thing for sure:

he will never master the art of just dance the way you do.

the scores proved it.

player 1: 5 stars

player 2: 2 stars

• kyoya ootori

you began to grow bored watching kyoya type away at his laptop, he was sitting at his desk for hours as you were trying to find a foolproof way for him to finally stop. he had been working on something for the clients of the infamous host club, and nothing you could do could convince him to take a break.

you sighed and stood up, walking over to his dresser, where sat a wide screen tv and a game console. you flipped through the games he owned, pulling out just dance. you look over at kyoya, still clacking away at the keyboard. you roll your eyes and put the game on.

you scroll though the options and suddenly got an idea. you turn on the song mr saxobeat, hoping to gain your boyfriend’s attention with the suggestive moves in the dance.

the song began to play, and you turned to face kyoya, moving your hands seductively as if you were trying to pull him in with a non existent rope. he was facing your direction but his eyes did not even move off of the screen.

you continued without worrying about kyoya, until you get to the bridge of the song. you moved your body along to the beat, kyoya finally looked up and watched you with a smirk on his face. you had him exactly where you wanted him.

soon the song was back to the beginning, pulling the non existent seductive rope, to which kyoya actually played along with.

he walked towards you and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into the warmth of his body.

“finally, i got you to get off the stupid laptop,” you muffled into his chest.

he chuckled softly, his hands on your hips.

“you should play with me kyo... i’m sure you’d be just fine at this game.”

he pulled away from you, adjusting his glasses as he kept that damn smirk on his face.

“that is an intriguing offer, in its own way. is this all part of your plan?”

“pshhh, no. it’s just that i would totally beat you..”

he kissed your temple.

“challenge accepted, my love. though, you should know. i never lose.”

and he was right, he never played the damn game in his life, and still managed to beat you. and the fucker still went back to that laptop right afterwards.

though, he still looked up at you when you were doing some not so kid friendly moves. and that’s when the laptop shut.

• hikaru hitachiin

you had just arrived at your boyfriend’s house, you stood at the door after knocking, waiting for hikaru. to your surprise, his twin, kaoru opened the door.

“hey, y/n, nice to see you, come on in,” the boy said, opening the door slightly for you to enter their mansion of a home.

“hikaru is in the living room, he’s kinda been in a shitty mood all day, so good luck,” kaoru warned before heading off.

this was no surprise to you, however, you were one of the few people who can change his mood within seconds.

you walked into the large room, seeing your boyfriend, slumped over on the couch.

“hey handsome, you okay?”

he crossed his arms as he felt the shift of the mattress.

“yeah, just bored. i was waiting for you all day.”

oh yeah, that’s right. you came over a few hours late. you decided you needed to find a way to make up for his bored-ness.

you put a hand on his knee, looking up to see his slight blush.

you move your hand slowly up his thigh and to his waistband, you hear his breathing hitch. bingo! now you knew exactly what you were gonna do.

you pulled your hand away and walked towards the tv. you heard hikaru groan.

“y/n...”

“oh hush, hikaru.. i’m gonna make it up to you.”

“i thought that was the part where you make it up!”

you chuckled as you turned on just dance, scrolling to the song.

“this is the part where i make it up to you,” you smirked knowing full well how suggestive this song was.

the song on the floor by jennifer lopez started to play. you knew the moves by heart.

you turned to face hikaru, imitating the moves of the tiny woman on the screen.

you noticed his demeanor change, and you can see the bulge in his dress pants grow. you could tell he especially liked when you shook your hips to the beat of the music.

at that point, the red haired boy couldn’t hold back any longer. he practically rushed to the tv, yanking the console’s cord out of the socket.

“aw hikaru... why’d you spoil my fun?” you smirked.

“i think you made it up to me plenty,” he spoke lowly, tugging at your jeans.

and soon enough, you both were literally on the floor.

• kaoru hitachiin

you sighed, turning towards your long-time boyfriend, kaoru. you were laying in his bed watching movies for the past couple of hours, but now you were quite bored, even though you did enjoy the comfort of being in his arms.

he looked down at you as you looked up at him, and you immediately locked eyes.

“bored?” you both asked.

you heard him chuckle as you shuffled closer into his chest.

“yeah,” you answered.

“well, what do you wanna do? we could go to the park, i could ask the club to get together, i can have hikaru grab us a pizza or something, uh—“

you smile just before you cut him off.

“i have the greatest idea.”

you suddenly see him perk up.

“ooh! are we gonna make out?”

you shook your head, then kissed his cheek.

“maybe later, handsome,” you said as you sat up, “i actually was thinking about a game i played when i was younger.”

“oh! a commoner’s game, fun!”

you gave him a glare, signaling him to shut up. you continued, grabbing your bag at the end of the bed.

“i actually brought it with me, you wanna play?”

“sure!” he said with a grin, taking the disc from you, “just dance? never heard of it.”

“seriously? it is like the best game of all time, kaoru! all you do is dance, but lucky for you, at least you’d look good doing it.”

he blushed at the compliment, not used to hearing any from anyone. he was used to handing them out to the ladies who came to the host club. but he learned to get used to them, especially when hearing it from you.

he popped the game into the console.

“you can have first pick, babe,” he said.

he had no idea what he was in for. you picked oh no by marina and the diamonds, one of your favorites.

not even a minute into the song, he was already complaining.

“y/n! how are you so good at this?”

the reason he said this was because he almost tripped over his own two feet for a spin move. you obviously perfected the move and dived right into a whole new one, scoring perfect on that one as well.

“well, i spent my whole childhood on this game, kaoru, maybe this is something i can teach you for once.”

he chuckled.

“i’ll tell you one thing, you are the one who looks good doing this, not me,” he breathed out, watching as you perfect yet another move, blushing slightly at the fact you were shaking your hips.

though being right beside him, you could feel his stare on you.

“get your mind out of the gutter, hitachiin, you have other things to worry about, like beating me at this game!”

“i don’t think so y/n,” he practically flops on the bed and lets out a breath.

“that i can agree on you with,” you say arrogantly, finishing the song.

“hey!”

you laughed, laying on top of him, seeing the red headed boy smirk.

“now can you take me up on that make out session, love?” he asked as he wrapped his arms across your body.

you chose to answer him by filling the gap between you both, both of you chuckling as you start to get carried away.

You were not bored anymore, that was for sure.

-Admin Maddie

262 notes · View notes

stylesxreads · 4 years ago

Text

Preference

He makes fun of you because you’re in band

Louis:

“Babe cut that out!” Louis yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes in frustration as this was the fifth time in the span of 10 minutes that he’s yelled at me for practicing my show music. “No! I need to practice!” I shouted back. Picking my trumpet up again and going over the notes. Just moments later the door to my bedroom opened and in came Louis. “Why are you still in band? You’re in college now you don’t need to do that anymore.” He sighed as he hopped onto my bed.

“Lou that’s like me asking you why you’re still touring with the boys.” I retorted. “It’s completely different! I get paid for this and I get to go all over the world, not just some petty stadiums. Plus, you put way too many hours into those rehearsals.” He shot back. My arms fell to my side and I stared at him with wide eyes. “Excuse me?!” I gasp at him. He continues to laugh as if it was some joke.

“Yeah, you’re right. I spend hours on that field and I’ll keep doing it for as long as I can. I’m not gonna stop doing something I love just because my boyfriend doesn’t want to be supportive. I may not be getting paid for this, but you should know better than anyone that hearing the crowd go crazy for you is payment enough. So yeah, I get charcoal black in the summer, I lose all social life the first semester of school, I love being in band and you should be supportive instead of trying to deprive me of the one thing that I can actually say I’m good at.” I was beyond angry with Louis. Before he could respond I placed my trumpet carefully on my desk and ran out the door.

“Babe! Babe cmon wait! I’m sorry.” He called out to me. I rolled my eyes and entered the living room where he left the telly running. I huffed and took a seat. “Please don’t give me the silent treatment.” He pouted next to me. “I didn’t mean to offend you. What I said was wrong and I should know when something makes you happy, and seeing you march on that turf or just dancing in the stands. I can tell that you really love it.” He sighed taking my hand in his. I continued to look straight at the tv. “So I’m sorry.” He whispered close to my ear. “Please talk to me..” He said quietly leaving small kissing behind my ear. A small smile was forming on my lips and I couldn’t contain myself.

I erupted in a fit of laughter and he smiled victoriously as he continued to tickle my sides. I screamed surrender and he finally released me.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N).” He whispered as he held me close to him. I nodded and just sighed, allowing myself to lean into him.

Harry:

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as your band played the final note of the marching show. You spotted Harry and the rest of the boys jumping up and down screaming for you. You smiled at them as you marched off the field. As soon as the band was back to the truck and buses everyone put their stuff up and stripped themselves of the suffocating marching jacket uniform and hat.

“OKAY GUYS, great job!! We’ll meet back here at 5:30 , don’t be late.” Your band director shouted as everyone dispersed. You were excited to see Harry as they have been on tour and came back to watch your final performance of the year.

You were still out of breathe from marching so you weren’t by any means running to find the boys. Eventually you spotted them circled up near the entrance of the stadium. You decided you want to scare them a bit and hid behind a pillar next to them.

“I wish we went to these competitions more often before! It’s so cool and fun to watch!” Niall was really enthusiastic. I smiled, preparing myself to jump at them.

“I mean it’s alright, (Y/N) raves about it all the time, it’s a bit annoying, honestly.” Harry laughed. You frowned and hid back.

“What!! No way, she killed it out there! Your girl is the captain of the drum line! If that isn’t badass then I don’t know what it.” Louis’ words made you smile. But you were still very discouraged by Harry’s words.

“(Y/N), what are you doing there?” Your drum major, Lucas, laughed as he saw you.

“(Y/N)??” Harry turned and looked behind the pillar. You glared into his soul and Lucas took this as his cue to leave.

“I can’t believe you, Harry. How could you say that about me?? Behind my back too!” You were furious. Harry’s face fell and he tried to reach for your hand.

“Babe I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He stepped closer to you but you folded your arms instead of letting him touch you.

“You know how much I love band, how would you feel if I said watching you guys on stage is annoying and boring???” I spat at him. He shook his head and hugged me.

“Baby I am SO sorry. You have been nothing but supportive for me and the boys and I should do the same for you. I’m so sorry I said those things. To be quite honest, you do look badass out there in your cute little uniform.” He laughed. “Forgive me, princess.”

“You can’t call me badass and then call me princess right after, it just doesn’t fit.” I laughed, letting him know I wasn’t mad anymore.

“I love you, drum line captain.”

Niall:

“Niall, come on we’re gonna be late to Aidan’s show!” You shouted. Aidan was your 15 year old son, he’s in the marching band and they’re performing what they’ve learned so far for the parents and family. Niall ran down the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He grumbled and put his shoes on. You shook your head and grabbed a pair of sunglasses and walked to the car.

You, yourself were in band so you always loved watching Aidan perform. Niall on the other hand, never thought it was fascinating or cool.

When you got to the schools stadium you found some seats and cheered as the band was marching onto the field, you spotted Aidan easily as they weren’t wearing their marching uniforms.

“Look there he is!” You said to Niall. Niall just nodded and continued to scroll through his phone. You rolled your eyes at his actions. “Your son is about to perform, could you put that away maybe?” You scolded him. Niall scoffed and continued to use his phone.

“This is lame ,(Y/N). I don’t know why I agreed on letting him join band, this isn’t going to do him any good in the future.” Niall muttered. You furrowed your eyebrows instantly and tilted you head at him.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, pointedly. “I was in band in high school and it was the best decision I made.” You pointed out to him.

“I just don’t want his talents to go to waste is all, plus this stuff is kind of boring anyways.” Niall continued to say, not caring about my feelings and how Aiden would feel if he heard him say this.

“Aiden loves band. He loves his friends, he loves the music, he loves playing music. I would think that you of all people would understand passion and love for music. For one second in your life, get your head out of your ass and actually be supportive.” You glared at him, getting up from your spot next to him and moving somewhere else.

The drum major counted off the band and the stadium was instantly filled with music. You cheered as they began to march and play, you’ve always loved watching the band make formations and tell a story through music.

Once the band was done you were instantly out of your seat and rushing to where the rest of the band parents were setting up drinks for the kids.

“Y/N..” Niall said from behind you, his face held regret as he walked closer to you. “You’re right. I do need to be supportive. I’m sorry that I haven’t been recently.. I’ll try harder, band isn’t lame. It’s actually pretty damn cool. And as long as Aiden loves it, so do I.” Niall nodded his head, You smiled and let him embrace you in a hug.

A/N: Okay I found this in my drafts, it’s super old and not very well written, but I might as well just upload it!

#one direction #1d preferences #1d fanfic #1d fanfiction #niall horan fanfiction #louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #fanfiction #harry stan #louis stan #niall stan

13 notes · View notes

tripstaysnoided · 5 years ago

Text

Flow Just Like Water

youtube

Story and writing-related transparency update and my many shames...

The Question on Everyone’s Mind

“Hey you haven’t updated No Stars over Uptown in almost a year...”

Hmm, I hate it when you’re right. (This section has been rewritten ad-nauseam to curb back the bitchiness by the way)

So back in early/mid 2018, the idea was to divorce Uptown from a person who influenced it (and myself) heavily. She was my most important audience member, the closest friend I ever had, and unfortunately someone who used her power to bully, ostracize, and hurt others with my help. I cut contact when the hurt + some self-awareness finally reached me. Apologies were made and I feel like my work will never be done with it, but there was still Uptown.

Between censored comments, entirely recasting Axel’s save, different plot threads, and a load of disclaimers, there was nothing that would scrub her influence from the story. There was no way to cleanly drop everything because of how deep her influence went. It disgusted me to look back at it, and I had to private the blog because I feared what it endorsed, even if just in the past.

I pulled back from that sims writing community. I had its main thread on the Official Forums removed too (I guess if that was a mystery to anyone). It was a surrender that I never wanted to do, but I had it in my mind that if I was gone, then she wouldn’t be there either. Uptown became this cursed item, and as I quietly retired it, I noticed that she went quieter too. Not gone, but enough to make me sleep easier at night and even occasionally say hello to old friends.

And I hope deep in my heart that no one else is getting hurt in my place, but now this is gonna haunt me all day huh!

The two paths forward...

1) Complete Uptown rewrite that I’ve been threatening everyone with all year. While it won’t ever be clean because I can’t undo time, I do have a sound outline for a story that is much more true to my actual vision and how I’ve evolved, with a few necessary boundaries in place that are going to be there for all stories moving forward: no more casting calls and no more collaborative efforts. I am not going to open myself up to this happening again, even if the people have changed.

2) Same as above, but I continue the original Uptown as a favor to loyal readers alongside the rewrite. I would try to put the effort into it that I initially did, but with no promises on an update schedule and no advertising. I did ask myself “is there Patreon but without pledging money, just the private posts function” but it could operate as part of a private forum, a members-only part of a website, etc.

Also readers of the original would be beholden to a rule of “don’t spoil the rewrite for new readers, c’mon guys”. I mean, not really, but it is a good courtesy to extend to people.

Priority on this isn’t high but you at least will see what is!

I will probably make the blog public again either way due to the many broken links on my Tumblr but we’ll see. There are other things to deal with as I shall list!

Where Life’s Been Regardless

Been spending more time with my grandpa every weekend. Life’s pretty good and he’s warming up to my dogs.

Shiny New Webbed Site

Cucumber Fields Forever is a site I own now. We have a full domain, cucumberfieldsforever.com, a blog with one post, and the framework needed to host stories the way I want to and still through WordPress. The functionality of likes, comments, and following should still be the same but you know...I’ll take feedback too...

The main blog still has an undefined purpose though I do have drafts sitting around about:

The maybe/maybe not hoax band that was on the Metal Archives and the history of Funeral Doom Metal.

The curious case of when Sims 4 babies get their genetics and my only collaboration (read: was talking about it with a friend and might quote her if needed, it’s actually a bit of a doozy)

Amazon.com’s fake dried udon noodles, an actual issue by the way.

Things I’m reading! (This’d be a monthly feature if so)

For the sake of unity, I am thinking of solutions for hosting old and shameful content there including Uptown and for the real fans in my followers feed, Eight Cicadas...a world I totally have plans for too (not really). I don’t want them to be front-and-center, and that’s why I mentioned forums/members-only content. I finally have that power! Maybe.

Ooooh but what are the costs? Not too much to handle, that’s what. 😉 (Like really, I don’t need any hand-wringing about this, I can manage my finances)

Project Queue (In Order of Confirmedness)

Outrun the Scythe: have you seen me post out-of-context Sims 3 pictures? Did you want more? Did you hope it was Linda in Custody? If the answers are yes, yes, and “meh, whatever you want”, then you’re in luck.

Outrun the Scythe is a Sims 3-based tale of a young gay man and his zombie grandma, as they are both offered separate roles of being the undying intermediaries between the world of humans and the influence of a race of space daemons. It’s pretty familiar if you’ve been following me pre-Uptown, taking some cues from stories I’ve kept under lock and key like Eight Cicadas, The Chains of Lyra, and the not-so-locked-up Ironstar Immortals (of which Outrun is just the direct sequel to sans any retconning...ah the smell of early 2013 and performative heterosexuality)

Ah, back to my roots.

It’s a hybrid of gameplay, story, and lore about my little race of daemons with a lot of my own idiosyncrasies that I’m not really ashamed of: basing it off a super-polarizing Sims 3 challenge from a site I moderate, using a lot of EA’s pre-made townies and their genes, lots of unnecessary posemaking, stupid references. It’s a comfort to have in my roster.

While the first few chapters are in the middle of revision, I have around six in the queue and will be making this public when I have ten. I’m guessing December then?

Undocumented Black Widow Challenge: I just did this for fun/forum kudos (yes, in fact I have joined many forums), there was going to be a short story but it was quickly becoming something against my code of ethics. I mean, sims die and all. (read: I had to choose between “heterosexual widow” and “widow with some same-sex marriages that still end in tragedy, reinforcing negative stereotypes to the public for the sake of me not getting bored and detached during gameplay” so there were no good choices. Except for her affair with the mailwoman, 10/10) I hope to finish this before October ends and get my medal on Boolprop, I’m pretty far through it all. I might upload the sims involved anyways. This is for TS4.

I mentioned it because it’s keeping me busy. But not for long!

NaNoWriMo 2020: Dipping my toes into that again! It’s not sims-related, just a tale of lesbians, nosy neighbors, a haunted beach house, and some light murder and kidnapping. And I actually got my brother to scout out locations for me this weekend. If there’s any demand, I can share chapters as the rough drafts are finished, especially for the sake of proofreading.

Not saying I’m publishable, but wouldn’t it be nice? Will keep me occupied for much of November.

Untitled “Dear Diary” Challenge: Tired of feeling left out of the fun on the Boolprop forums, their “Dear Diary” challenge was the one that appealed to me the most on first glance. Why? Probably once I found an idea that let it be set in the early/mid-2000′s to begin with and explore some interesting characters through diary entries (which I have mixed feelings on as a literary device but I think that’s just me saying “well I didn’t like Dracula”, yes you get bonus points for writing it like a diary)

Also writing is the one skill I’m good at across multiple games. Wanna hear me bitch about the cooking skill tree in TS4 or riding in TS3? I’ll spare you.

I guess I could have included “spending time on Boolprop with old and new friends” in where my life has been. It’s a nice lil community if also a place with its own idiosyncrasies as well. So it doesn’t feel like I’m promoting another community if/when I make a thread there for Outrun the Scythe, I want to have a couple chapters of this ready to go by Outrun’s release, though it’s not gonna be the highest priority compared to it nor as long because I think I can blast through the gameplay quickly.

This one will be played in TS4 due to it having the easiest writing skill/I dunno variety is the spice of life. And hopefully another December release.

Defunded or Forgotten?: Oh shit I actually released stuff in 2020 and told no one? I do have a “mortifying ordeal of being known” sinking feeling whenever I get a site hit because it’s not my best work (but good enough) and veered sharply into issues I may be over my head in, though I try to be a good noodle with research and listening. Maybe hiding is bad after all.

Being based off a very flawed and incomplete Sims 3 challenge I found in the annals of the Official Forums, there’s a lot of behind-the-scenes work just making sense of things. And I’m scared of working on reconstructing the house but I haven’t abandoned the project yet. The story has eight chapters so far and is pretty game-based with some additions here and there. Scared of how long it could be though!

Date for this unknown.

Untitled Sunlit Tides Decadynasty: another year-long abandoned TS3 project with a much stupider reason why. Last update was about Hua getting ready for her wedding, and I wanted to do some poses for a bait-and-switch wedding chapter because to put it mildly, her real one was an absolute disaster.

Blender decided to fuck up its interface again, I got discouraged (this probably does account for some of the Uptown delays too), and when I decided to plow forward, it was for other projects instead.

Meanwhile I played all the way to Gen 5′s teenhood and the only thing stopping me is time (it takes almost 30 minutes to load the file right now, though they’ll be looking at moving towns in a couple gens) and maybe fear of the Logic skill.

Date for this also unknown but it’s easy to pump out updates once I’m in the groove for it. My third heir had a difficult life so maybe I’m just trying to bury it.

Also I just noticed the view count there was really good and probably because I linked it here on Tumblr last year. Thank you so much guys. I can’t really fret over views on Carl’s forum these days thanks to the years-long death spiral pretty much every forum anywhere has been riding on. But it’s a nice surprise. And it’s an alright little challenge recap to read during your lunch break or whatever.

The Wawas

I figured I’d end on the real news everyone wants! Both the chihuahuas are a year and a half now and reached their adult size around a year ago. For the most part, they are happy and healthy dogs.

#state of the uwunion #long post

15 notes · View notes

geekgemsspooksandtoons · 5 years ago

Text

Bioshock Rebirth Part 1 told in a humorous way

Showed this to @feckinatlas like some of the others. I had this in my draft oh wait. Yeah this is part of my Bioshock Rebirth AU, my reimagining/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. While I don’t wanna write a full on novel because I’m lazy like that. Yet I wanted to make a funny recap. Originally this would of been part 1 and 2. But I decided to keep as 1 right now.

Basically was inspired by stuff like the ByteSize recaps of The Last Of Us. So if you want to know the full story but keep it short. Despite some parts seem long and deep. Yet this is told in a humorous way. Hopefully you enjoy it. Including the night before I am uploading this. I decided to add Booker’s parts because I imagine him as a boss.

Part 1.

Archie: My aircraft was shot down and now it crashed into the ocean near this lighthouse! What the Hell is all this!? Andrew Ryan? An underwater city called Rapture? Weird looking people trying to kill me? Weird diving suit monsters with drills? Little girls holding giant needles? What the Hell is going on down here?

Atlas: Oy lad! My name is Atlas. I’m the leader of the rebellion going against Ryan. He’s an asshole and I made the distress call. We need to take Ryan down and we need your help.

Archie: Okay man who I trust and grow to admire as a father figure who reminds me of myself. Hi two ladies.

Daisy: Hey there I’m Daisy. I’m Atlas’s 2nd in command and....I guess I’m gay with Diane.

Diane: We had a weird history.

Archie: Ah no judgement there. :)

Atlas: Now we need your help rescuing this young girl Ryan has imprisoned. We don’t know why she’s imprisoned but we need to save her.

Later.

Elizabeth: I’m Elizabeth and I want to go Paris! But I’m stuck in this tower. :( But you’re real and that’s so awesome! :D

Archie: Hi Elizabeth! I’m here to rescue you!

Bluto: Who in the fuck wants her out!?

Archie: AH SHIT HE’S A BIG DIVING SUIT MONSTER!

*When they get out.*

Elizabeth: Oh my God it’s so great out here!

Archie: Oh crap I’m starting to like her.

*As they explore Rapture more.*

Atlas: Ah crap they’re working like a team! She’s using these small tears to help him out while he shoots stuff!

Elizabeth: I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind and go crazy seeing all this death and unpleasant stuff. :( Especially after meeting that Steinman guy.

Archie: You’re going to be alright. Nothing is gonna hurt you. Don’t become apathetic. We’ll get through this together. :)

Elizabeth: I feel comfortable with you. :)

Atlas: Now since that Big Daddy is dead. Put that Little Sister out of her misery!

Archie: Oh Hell no man! There has to be another way!

Brigid: Do not hurt my little ones. Hello young man and young girl. Use this thing to free them from their torment.

Archie: Ah thanks lady. :)

Atlas: Don’t trust her Arch! She’s responsible for them!

Archie: But she’s trying to help them! :(

Booker: Argh! I work for Ryan’s personal guard! You’re Atlas’s Dog. I’ll send my troopers to get that girl back. Including I’ll wonder if I should capture or kill you!

*After going around unpopulated and some populated parts in Rapture for nearly a week.*

Archie: Ah man Tenenbaum’s safehouse is pretty nice. And these Little Sisters are kids and are great. :) Yet Brigid seems weird around. Especially she looked like I looked familiar. Even Atlas did so too. And sometimes he says these three words sometimes and my head hurts.

Later.

Julie: These are my franken trees.

Archie and Elizabeth: Woah!

Later.

Cohen: I’m Sander Cohen and I’m a weird and disgusting artist guy!

Archie: Ugh I don’t like him.

Elizabeth: Me neither.

Jasmine: Hi I’m Jasmine and I’m a stripper. :)

Archie: This Jasmine lady is very nice. Glad we were able to rescue her.

Later.

Bluto: Argh! Give me back Elizabeth! I’m trying to protect her!

Archie: We need to stop the Proto-Daddy! We have to kill him.

Elizabeth: No I can’t kill the closest thing I had to a protective brother.

Archie: I understand that Elizabeth but we have to stop him or he’s gonna cause more death and destruction. I would love if there was another way. Including there’s no turning back if you have to stop him.

Elizabeth: I understand but let me be the one who has to put him down. I’m not going to enjoy this.

*Puts him through a tear that sends him into space as he falls from orbit.*

Bluto: Nooooo! You were my best friend Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: :(

Archie: I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure he was a great friend. *Hugs her to comfort her.* You’re still a good person.

Booker: Argh! That’s it boy scout let’s fight! Why the Hell aren’t you mutating? Why are you so badass? How are you able to kill so many of my troopers with some what ease! Fight me boy scout! I’ll show you how a real soldier fights!

Archie: Okay gruff old man!

Booker: No you beat me! I just want my daughter back! She’s the only important thing in my life! She deserves better than this. :(

Elizabeth: You’re my father.

Archie: I’m not gonna kill you because while you’re an asshole. You don’t wanna hurt children and you still love your daughter. Now let’s go Elizabeth.

Later.

Atlas: Alright Arch we’re close to getting to Ryan. How about you go to Ryan and take him down. Whether you kill him or not. I’ll take care of Tenenbaum and Elizabeth since they trust me a lot. Even though with Tenenbaum she still doesn’t trust me fully.

Archie: Thanks Atlas. You’re a great friend. :) Now excuse me while me and some others go to Ryan. You can take care of the two closest people I’ve known in my life. I’m sure they will be in good hands.

Later.

Archie: It’s over Ryan!

Ryan: A man chooses. A slave obeys. A broken slave has no purpose. You’re a broken machine who’s entire life was a lie.

Archie: Bullshit. >:(

Ryan: Would you kindly? Familiar phrase.

Archie: Ah my head hurts AND OH MY GOD ATLAS KEPT USING THAT PHRASE AND I’VE BEEN SEEING WEIRD SHIT LIKE ME WANTING TO KILL YOU!

Ryan: Yes he has and you saw that Fontaine was involved in your process. Now beat me to death with this golf club so you can prove you’re just a slave.

Archie: Hell no old man! >:( *Takes the genetic key and goes back to Atlas.*

Later.

Archie: Atlas how did you know of the WYK plans?

Atlas: I don’t know what you’re talking about boyo? But hey did you know Elizabeth’s lips taste like strawberries? She tried to kiss me you know.

*Atlas gets knocked out by a wrench and Archie finds the two ladies tied up.*

Elizabeth: Oh my God you came back! I found out I was born full of ADAM!

Brigid: Yes he did thank goodness you came back. Atlas terrorized us!

Archie: I’m here to save you two from Atlas because he’s been lying to me about a lot of stuff. *His radio gets called.* Hello?

Atlas: Code Yellow. >:)

Archie: AHHHHH! I’m slowly dying and it’s more raw now! My life is flashing right before my eyes!

Elizabeth: Oh no Archie! :(

Brigid: We need help and have to find the stuff to stop him from dying! We owe it to him!

Archie: I’m slowly losing my mind! I’m dying! I’m remembering everything! Andrew Ryan! Frank Fontaine! Yi Suchong! Brigid Tenenbaum! Jasmine Jolene! the Lutece twins! Johnny Topside! What the Hell happened to me!? What is my life!? I’m remembering everyone I met in Rapture! I’m not 23 and actually 5 years old!? My name is Jack Ryan!? What the Hell happened to my life!?

After that he wakes up.

Archie: Brigid knew who I was! I’m angry! >:( She had a hand in ruining my life!

Elizabeth: Archie no! I forgave Brigid! Please don’t hurt her!

Brigid: Ah yes you’re pointing a gun on me that I made sure has no ammo. I think you finally remember everything. :(

Archie: My real name is Jack Ryan. I’m actually 5 years old. I literally was ordered to snap a puppy’s neck by Suchong. Frank was gonna use me to save Elizabeth and kill Ryan! You were one of the people responsible for ruining my life!? And you didn’t tell me when you found out it was me!? I’m not a actual human because of what you, Fontaine, and Suchong did to me! I was supposed to be a slave! What the Hell did Johnny Topside do to me!? >:O

Brigid: Yes I had a hand. But I feel great shame. You were meant to be a sleeper agent. But Johnny discovered you. He couldn’t handle the idea of someone like you going through that. So he kidnapped you, punched Suchong in the face, and he had help reprogramming you. I felt empathy as well. This happened when I realized what I did to the Little Sisters. Me and him changed your life. We gave you the name Archie. While the Lutece twins made sure you were in a place where Fontaine could never find you.

Archie: Johnny did that?

Brigid: Yet due to the experiments done on you. Along with you going through military training. You became stronger than you ever were. Yet it was your own choice to become a soldier.

Archie: Woah.

Brigid: Fontaine used Johnny’s death as propaganda. As if Johnny was the first to rebel against Ryan. In a way he did. But the truth was that all Johnny wanted for you was a normal life. In a way he was practically the real Atlas in a way. Since Atlas was inspired by him. Including some of Johnny’s traits and memories went to you in a different way. He became a slave to give you freedom. And I feel terrible that I couldn’t save him. :( You don’t have to forgive me.

Archie: I forgive you. ;_; *Breaks down crying as Brigid, Elizabeth, and the Little Sisters hug him. Because before this. He showcased he was more human than he ever was.*

Later.

Archie: We gonna stop Frank!

Atlas: Oy you fucking mistake! You were the closest thing I had to a son! You were meant to be my Ace In The Hole! Yet you didn’t kill Ryan! You got too close to Mother Goose, the Little Magician, those brats, and anyone else! Johnny Topside ruined everything! Tenenbaum betrayed! So you know what, I’m gonna take the woman you’ve grown to love! She and all the ADAM in this city are gonna make me a lot money! You are gonna die alone because you have everything I didn’t have!

Archie: Johnny Topside was more of a father than you ore Ryan could ever be! >:(

Atlas: That’s it time for the disappointment wrench! >:(

*Hits him with the disappointment wrench.*

Elizabeth: No! ;_;

Atlas: My secret is out! I gonna get the Hell out of this city! Everything’s gone busto!

Archie: We gonna save Elizabeth! He has the genetic key! We need to kill Frank Fontaine!

Daisy: We the remaining rebellion can help you!

Archie: That’s great! But I’m worried we may need some Little Sisters help to free Elizabeth! I don’t want to put them in danger.

Brigid: Don’t worry I’ll trust you and we believe in you. We’ll help however we can.

Later.

Archie: It’s okay Elizabeth! I’m coming! Holy shit Frank is that you!?

Atlas: I’m half transformed by this ADAM and using some power from Elizabeth. Now time to go mano a mano against you.

*Both men just scream battle cries at each other as they fight to the death.*

Atlas: I’m so angry at you! I’m gonna beat you to death! Meaning you can’t save this woman you’ve grown to love!

*Miranda, Sally, and some Little Sisters free Elizabeth so she can use a tear on him.*

Atlas: Ah crap! 0_0;

*Archie screams a battle cry as he stabs Atlas in the chest with a ADAM syringe and hangs him brutally down a glass ceiling. Resulting in the death of Atlas/Frank Fontaine.*

Archie: Hooray we did it! :)

Elizabeth: Yes we did it! :)

Daisy: Fontaine is dead! Ryan is gone! Let’s make Rapture a place where a community can safely live at. :)

Archie: I’m not alone anymore too. I have a family now!

*Two months of changing stuff as much as they can. Since there is the scary risk if Rapture is found by the surface.*

During that time, relaxation, relationships developing. Also this.

Jasmine: I’m sorry that I sold you for money. I know you must hate me.

Archie: I forgive you. :) I understand and you’re my birth mom.

Jasmine: Thank you. ;_; *They just hug each other.* I’m so proud of you.

#bioshock #bioshock rebirth #bioshock au

7 notes · View notes

thesunnyshow · 5 years ago

Text

Name: reya

Writing Blog URL(s): @chu-ni

Age: 19

Nationality: african-british

Languages: english, swahili, korean

Star Sign: libra

MBTI: enfp/entp (it always changes lol)

Favorite color: purple!

Favorite food: i really love chicken burgers

Favorite movie: princess and the frog

Favorite ice cream flavor: vanilla!!

Favorite animal: elephants

Go-to karaoke song: fancy - twice

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? caramel frappe with whipped cream, in general i prefer tea though

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)? secretary general at the UN….or an author

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? making anyone agree with me and do what i want them to do

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? ancient egypt!!

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?.....no.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? neither if i could lmfao but i’d go for 100 chicken sized horses

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? the nerd who’s actually really pretty after she gets a cool makeover

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? im not sure about aliens, but i definitely believe in ghosts and spirits.

What are some small things that make your day better? when i can have moments to myself to enjoy my own company. or when someone asks me what i want to eat and they bring it for me 🥺

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? uhm…...probably the fact that i write fanfiction lol..but outside of that! i sing in the shower. and i talk to myself a lot.

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct dream currently, but in the future i want to expand to other groups!

When did you post your first piece? 17th of June 2018.

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i can never write just one genre. predominantly i write fluff with a dash of angst for spice simply because i love a story that has an issue and then having that issue be resolved for a happy ending. when i started my blog i was 17, and so i said i wouldn't write smut. now that i'm older im feeling more and more comfortable writing suggestive content at the very LEAST.. so maybe in the future i might write smut, who knows? i like writing fluff because i like making people feel good, but i like adding angst to it because i feel like the contrast between the two is very *chefs kiss* to me.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? i only write x readers!

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr? i first got tumblr when i was 13 years old and i was a fresh kpop fan lmfao. i wanted somewhere that shared my interests. of course i discovered x reader fics on here and i was in awe, i guess of how much power writers had in contributing to fandom content and keeping readers satiated. i’d always loved to write and so i’d always wanted to start my own writing blog, and for 2 years i did write for other blogs! it wasnt until 2018 that i finally took the leap and decided to start my own, because i wanted to impact people's emotions and take them on a journey through my writing.

What inspires you to write? what inspires me….teen movies, music!! music is a big one for me, and also the books that i read. i also grew up playing otome games so the plots and writing from those influence my writing a lot.

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? i really enjoy writing royalty!aus as well as exes!aus. i love to do them cause they require me to build a world and with royalty aus specifically i love weaving together bits of political intrigue, or arranged marriages, etc. its so much fun!!

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? that if this world is too rough or too much, you can always escape from it. it might not be physical, but immersing yourself in a universe that's entirely different for a little while can help soothe you.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? usually i try and take breaks. the problem with that is that my breaks can go on for longer than i’d like and im trying to fix that. so my other solution is to read read read!! read as much as i can, or go back to books that i loved. ask myself what i liked about the writing, what are some parts that i thought were amazing examples of good writing - i note them down then see if i can apply that to my own work. another thing i do is take a break from writing my longer, fleshed out works and write blurbs! blurbs are a great way for me to write but not feel like its tedious because i don't have to spend as much time on them and it gets me into the groove of writing without feeling stressed out.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? my favourite piece of work is miscommunication. it took me months to write that, even after i lost all the work halfway through, and its the longest piece of work i have written so far, so its kinda like my baby. my most successful is candy jar. its also the work i owe my blog exposure to - it was the first piece i published, and it was also the first piece of writing i did in around 4 years.

Who is your favorite person to write about? i don't have much out for them, but i really enjoy exploring mark’s and jeno’s characters. they're people, but in my work i enjoy analysing them and judging how they’d act in different contexts.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? the only difference for me is that fanfiction (depending on the fandom) has some of the stuff fleshed out for you already, such as the world its in. if youre the type to write AUs then the only thing you already have is the characters - the planning, the writing, the drafting, and everything else is still the writer's responsibility. therefore there isn't much of a difference between the two for me.

What do you think makes a good story? a good story, to me, is one that takes me on a journey. it could be any genre, but i like to feel immersed and connected to the characters and the world in it. also aside from the obvious, like good grammar, a good story feels natural to read. i don't feel like skim reading half of it.

What is your writing process like? my writing process consists of me getting inspiration - usually from a song, or a film or a book ive read or a game ive played - i note down my idea and who i want the story to be about, and then bullet point the whole story, with some snippets of particular dialogue i want the reader or the other person to say at certain scenes. i then open another document ( i have a writing app on my phone, called werdsmith, so i use that!) and set a word count goal i want to hit so i can track my progress and start writing the fic, with fleshed out language and exposition. when im done (usually after a couple weeks up to a few months, depends on the length of the plan) i read through it to fix any mistakes, then i transfer it to docs so i can read it again and italicise any areas i feel need it.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? i...don't think so. mainly because the original fiction i read and would like to write for myself is predominantly fantasy, whereas the fanfic i write on my blog is usually non-idol, normal fics.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? im a SUCKER for enemies to lovers, royalty ofc, “and they were roommates”, and i think superhero aus are really cool but there isnt enough of them :( idol/you as member aus....not feeling her… also abo/werewolf/vampire aus….not feelin em

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? a LOT. a HUGE amount!! i said before how i like giving my readers somewhere where they can immerse themselves as an escape, even for a short while. hearing about how my work affected them, made them feel, makes me feel less insecure about what im writing and thus more confident to publish it.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i’d say reblogs. and also putting out more content. when i first uploaded candy jar i went to my one of my favourite writers (jaeminlore) and asked her if she'd be okay with reading it and giving feedback. to my surprise she loved it and her reblogging it to all her followers is literally what gave me a bunch of followers all of a sudden who loved what i’d written. to keep that momentum i created more and more content, and while i haven't uploaded as often as i've wanted to or written as much as i’d wanted to, i can say i have a good amount of work on my masterlist for people who are looking for more to read.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? 100%. fanfic has an unfair reputation for just having bad writing and cringey fics (and i feel like this is because of the way society views the demographics who predominantly consume and create it), when in reality i feel like those who write fanfiction are extremely talented and selfless people. they're on the internet creating content for free for people to enjoy and like any other work of art they're putting time and effort into it. i think it should be respected. any form of art is going to have its good and bad sides.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? hmmm….yes. i feel it can be a way to reflect the thoughts of people and also be a way to inspire people to do more.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? sometimes. sometimes i feel like i'm forcing myself to write because i feel like if i don't then people will forget about me or they’ll forget about my blog. while what i choose to write about is for me, i feel like the speed of my writing and what im writing isn't to the quality i want it to be cause i feel like i gotta get it out for people to read.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? i've never felt that way!

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? only 2 of my friends know, and i only told them like. a week ago!

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? i wish you guys would message me more! i'm quite a sociable person, and i’d love to have regular anons who talk to me 👉🏽👈🏽

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i think one common thing amongst all writers is that we write what we want to read. so don't feel like nobody's gonna read your work, cause somebody will. you gotta act like your work is top tier even if someone says it isn't - always write the best you can, and just do it! like don't even give yourself time to overthink it, write that fic, make it look pretty, upload it onto tumblr and do not be afraid to ask your favourite fic writers to read your work once its up!! i’d be happy to read and give feedback for any fic writers as well so don't feel afraid!

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? ive been on here for 7 years….i grew up on this site lmfao. but i don't think i regret joining tumblr once.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? shes not very active anymore and i miss her very much but user hyuck-s was so supportive and i love her!!

Pick a quote to end your interview with:

she believed she could, so she did.

BONUS ROUND: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL

#@chu-ni #thesunnyshow #featuredauthor #episode 32 #nct dream

5 notes · View notes

cyberloops · 6 years ago

Audio

Cyberpunk/noir writing prompt:

It was nice to have a quiet day. No gunfire nearby. No sirens. Even when you’re down so low that you can’t see the sun, sometimes you get reminded that not every day is crap. Sometimes it’s just another day.

Originally posted on my personal blog

Almost done remastering these original writing prompts. There were 30, and this is the 27th one.

It’s kind of amazing to me to see how far I’ve come. The first writing prompt I ever did was a long, meandering mess that I originally made just to try and experiment with making a cybergrunge style set of digital instruments. Eventually I started to learn what to DO with the instrument set with some more experimental tracks. Which eventually led to some of tracks like this at the end of my Digital Inspirations. At first I was oscillating between depending on synths and effects to get the feel I wanted, and using actual musical growth and change to get the feel I wanted. Towards the end, I was finding how to use both to augment each other.

This track never really jumped out at me as a favorite from my Digital Inspirations, but I think it’s a great example of my growth as a composer. Where there’s repetition, it’s used to build and grow. Where there’s innovation, it’s used to create something better and not just break up the monotony. Where there are interesting instruments and effects, they’re there simply to enhance and augment. Nothing in this piece feels like a crutch that I used to cover up a lack of ability.The pulsing synth with a flange on it builds atmosphere and adds a rhythmic pulse to it, but it wasn’t there to cover up a lack of actual rhythm and percussion. It just makes it deeper. The changing lines between instruments allows for natural shifting and growth all the way through.

I’m listening to it now as I’m writing all this. Maybe it is one of my favorites.

And of course, these last few Digital Inspirations tracks inspired me to start doing my various cyberloops tracks. And got me to spend some time looking through some other unpublished or just older tracks.

Which led to me resurrecting my Neon Streets idea... which now has 14 tracks with a 15th on the way that I started working on instead of working on actually releasing it as an album.

If you couldn’t tell by the fact that 95% of my posts all come at the same time of day, I don’t usually post live. In fact, I usually only log on every few days to update and put a bunch of whatever I’ve been working on or nifty posts I’ve found in my queue. I don’t have a queue right now. I’m posting this just to make sure I have some music out there while I’m at work tomorrow. I’m writing this at about 2 in the morning, and I really should get to bed. I have to be awake for work in just a few hours.

But I’m listening to some of my more recent stuff now. Not even the high-fidelity lossless audio versions that I have on my harddrive and that I’ve been putting up on Bandcamp. Just the 192k and 128k mp3 files I’ve uploaded here.

When I first started my Digital Inspirations, I only really enjoyed listening to a few of my own tracks. Now with the Neon streets stuff, I’ve been going back and listening to it. Not just to critique it, or get ideas for what needs remastering. Just... listening to it. Going backwards through my own blog.

The smooth saxy sounds of Sly. The focused finality of Homeward. The beat driving everything down the Digital Highway. Beat Streets. Oh, boy. I tried to start that one a dozen times. And it never worked. But lucky number 13... well, if I hadn’t kept trying, that one wouldn’t be in the upcoming track list for Neon Streets. Lost Moments found itself when I overlaid the Cybergrunge and Analog variants together. Slow Motion was something I churned out in one session, something to give thanks for hitting 5k followers. That was two months ago... and now I’ve doubled that number of followers. (Although to be fair, if you account for porn bots, I’ve probably only just hit 8 or 9k...) I made Holding Pattern because right then it was what I was feeling. I was out of work. I was being creative, but I didn’t quite feel like I was... contributing. Is that the right word? I don’t know. At this point it’s getting closer to 2:30 in the morning. And I spent the last few hours of my work shift today writing out a mind-numbingly long manual for how to do my job. Because after my supervisor retired at the end of last year, I’m LITERALLY the only one who knows how to do it. So I’m rambling. Words are just kind of pouring out.

The end of the year last year was when I wrote Sync. My job was coming to an end. I had to quit my other part-time job because an old knee injury kept flaring up, and I just couldn’t be on my feet for hours at a time. I didn’t know what I was going to do over the summer. I was out of sync with myself. I had a long stretch of nothing ahead of me... and even at my most lazy, my most depressed, my most uninspired the idea of doing nothing is anathematic to me.

Towards the end of the year before that I was stressed out. I was worried about the upcoming summer. About not having a job for a few months. About not having money for a few months. About dealing with a work situation where I wasn’t given the tools I needed to do my job. I didn’t know what was going to be up in a few months. I didn’t know what was going to be down in a few months. I felt like nothing was quite making sense.

Not that everything had been Smooth before that, of course.

That was right around the time I started listening to my own music at work sometimes. I don’t know if it calmed me, focused me, or just made me feel better. Summer was coming. Nothing was coming. But I was making something. Something that I actually liked.

And, of course, there was Prowl. This was what really did it. Prowl was the piece that made me realize that I could put together a Neon Streets album. Something that mixed my Cybergrunge style with a more Analog 80s/early 90s vibe. The rough draft of it is one of my most popular posts. Over 300 notes right now. And it was posted when I only had maybe 2k followers.

I stopped by my office last Friday to start setting it up. Just for a few hours. And I had a genuinely stressful experience. I found out that there were some changes going on that could literally prevent me from doing my job. My job may not be grandiose. In fact, it’s pretty damn dull. But it’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do it right.

Thankfully my new supervisor, who at that point I was meeting for only the second time actually listened to me. Realized that I knew what the hell I was talking about. And he got the right people on the line and told them in no uncertain terms that some things had to be fixed. By the time I came into work on Monday, not only was the upcoming problem fixed... but another huge problem that I’d just been living with for the last year and a half was also fixed. My job is still going to be boring. I’m still going to spend a lot of time just sitting at a desk, not doing a whole lot. But at least I have a job. At least I can put earbuds in and listen to music. Even if I’m doing nothing but checking people in and out, while writing long-winded descriptions of what I do on a daily basis.

Towards the end of the day today while I was writing out a description for how to do the job I’ve been doing pretty much on my own, alone in a room away from all of my coworkers for the last two years, I pulled out my earbuds. But the only thing I felt like listening to... was Neon Streets.

#cyberloops #digital inspirations #cyberpunk digital inspirations #cyberpunk #cyberpunk aesthetic #cyber punk #aesthetics #writing prompt #cyberpunk writing prompt #neon streets #cybergrunge #synthwave #retrowave

66 notes · View notes

raindrop-on-a-spiderweb · 6 years ago

Text

God's in his Heaven

Still waiting for my laptop to get here... starting to get afraid it might be lost in the mail 😬 I tried to upload this a couple times before and the connection has been bad today so it destroyed my drafts. Crossed fingers!

Anyway, here is the next Young!Patience chapter. Warnings for major creepiness.

***

A neatly manicured finger ran down her homework, which was smudged and stained and scribbled over. The only sound in the room was the tick-tock of the clock.

Patience stood still, hands joined behind her back. She shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the time to be over. He studied the paper, his porcelain face blank and passive, before he smiled and his dark blue eyes lit up.

He said, "Very good. Your fractions are improving."

She heard him stand up and move over, and flinched as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You can go play outside for a while."

***

When she had arrived in Mr. Borghese's mansion, she had not been cooperative. She still wasn't. But she was better.

At first he had taken away her belongings and locked her in a bedroom downstairs. He only entered in order to rape her, and after a while the timeless sun setting and rising blurred in her mind, and her loneliness got to her, and she promised to be good if he let her out. He smiled and did so, and she tread lightly around him.

She learned to be afraid of him, and fast.

When he took her out, he expected her to be his perfect little girl. She could growl and grouch as much as she wanted, but she had to smile for the cameras and lie down with him when he wanted to. The lying down was the worst part. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time, but it still made her sick and uncomfortable. She could barely sleep when he was breathing beside her. To make it better on herself, sometimes she pretended he was her father and cuddled close to him.

St. Joseph's was better than high school, but that wasn't saying much. The students ignored her, and the teachers treated her nicely because of her adopted father, but at least people left her alone. If she wanted to cry by herself in the gym room because Mr. Borghese had wanted to sleep with her early in the morning and she could feel his wet spend sleeping through her skirt during her classes, then people would leave her alone.

Church was worse. He kept her close to his side the entire time, monitoring her interactions with others. She hated being in the Church of the Holy Virgin--her old churches had been small, cozy, made of balsam wood and slowly burning candles, and she had known everyone there. Here, everyone seemed to speak a different language, and the congregation changed each week, although what didn't change was that everyone seemed to know Mr. Borghese.

The first time she had been in confession, she was perplexed that Mr. Borghese didn't give her any instructions, nor accompany her into the booth. But she spilled herself anyway. She told the priest that he forced her whenever he pleased, that he told her she would have his baby and that she was destined to be his housewife whether she wanted it or not. She even told the priest that she had seen him kill her parents--and her voice had broken and she had peered out of the shade at him, leaning against the church dome in his black suit, his hands behind his back.

She held an impossible hope that the Father had called the police, even through the long limousine ride back, and it was only when Leonardo turned the key to the lock of the front door did she realize what she had done wrong.

"There is not a single person you have met who does not answer to me," he said softly. "And every word you told that priest enters my ears."

The priest had seemed so nice. So sympathetic. His voice had even broken a few times.

"He..."

"He will tell me everything." He sat down on his armchair and spread his arms. "Give your daddy a kiss."

She looked at him, rooted to the spot and fists clenched, and eventually, out of fear, climbed onto his lap.

He was warm and smelled flowery, a scent she had become to despise. He shifted her on his lap, settling in until her crotch snugged deeply into his own. He always liked her in this position. Right above his cock.

"How long has it been since you had your monthly?"

There was that typical question. She lied and said, "I'm having it right now."

"Bugiarda. You had it almost a week ago. Still trying to lie to me."

He began to pull her skirt up. He liked it when she wore her uniform. It was neat--he ironed it every night--with a white blouse and a shirt skirt that reached just past her knees.

Patience wanted to cry. Big, wet, sobbing tears. But instead she pressed her face into his shoulder and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally let her go, she ached and throbbed. "Go to your room. I'll come up later and bring you some cocoa."

She did so without complaining.

***

The next day was a Monday. She was watching cartoons on the TV after school, her favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.

A man came in. Tall, stubble on his chin. He stated at her with a mixture of suspicion and sympathy. She recognized him. "Goose Eppy?"

"Giuseppe." He sat down beside her, tan trench coat and all. He watched Rocky and Bullwinkle for a while, laughing at jokes he couldn't understand. "So you live with him now?" He said. "Where are you from?"

"Massachusetts," she muttered.

After an uncomfortable silence, he said, "Ah, Massachusetts. My family is Neapolitan."

"That's bullshit."

"Pardon?"

"Neopolitan is made-up. It's an ice cream, not a place."

Giuseppe stared blankly at her, but was saved from answering by Leonardo entering the room. They spoke briefly in Italian, then he stood up and left her, leaving her to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle by herself, but with her ears pricked.

Patience ran to the locked door, then pressed her ears against it. Their voices were fading as they left down the stairs.

She went around the vast wooden mansion. It was far too big for her to explore, even if she had wanted to. But she he found a grate to the cellar hidden beneath a tall tuft of grass, and it was so rusted she pried it open and wriggled in.

The edges of the grates dug into her breasts, but she wriggled on, until she came to a wire air conditioning unit, which she peered through.

She saw a clean metal room. Like a veterinarian's room. Giuseppe and Leonardo were talking to each other in Italian beside a metal wheeling cart. Something covered with a black bag was on it.

Patience narrowed her eyes. It smelled like disenfectant in there.

Kneeling was beginning to hurt. She had to sit with her knees together, or else she would hurt between her legs. He never gave her any time to heal.

Giuseppe pulled the black bag off with a flourish, and what Patience saw made her heartrate skyrocket. It was a human--naked, his face battered beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a face. It was a mass of black and blue.

Patience pressed her hands over her mouth. She wiggled backwards until her knees reached the grass.

The face of the man kept flashing in her mind. She hugged her knees and looked back at the air conditioning grate. What had she gotten herself into?

***

Patience twisted her hands in her skirt. The waiting was making her nerves heighten. "Why does it have to kill the bunny?"

"Do you want a pet bunny?"

"No! I just don't want the bunny to die!"

"Don't you want to find out if you're having a baby?"

"I do, but..." she hated the thought of living with the fear of having to drop out of school, but she liked bunnies.

The doctor, a man with a thick Santa Claus beard, came out. "The tests were negative."

She wilted in relief. One cautious glance at Leonardo, and his mouth had tightened somewhat. "Very well. Thank you for running the tests, Heinrich."

He had to meet a friend at a restaurant downtown. She wasn't hungry, so he let her wander around the shops ("stay where I can see you").

Patience wandered around, peering through a toy shop. Stuffed animals and train sets, little kid stuff. Leonardo kept her room well-stocked with those, like she was an eight-year-old or something. She was more interested in fashion magazines and singers like Frank Sinatra, to his trepadation.

The minutes ticked by, to her annoyance. How long was he taking? Stupid jerk was probably having one of his long-winded boring conversations that he had with his friends.

Patience turned a corner and something caught her eye.

Like a golden altar, it sat there. Blue painted eyes and pink quirked lips. An hourglass waist and a blue shoulderless dress. Fresh and vibrant and fashionable and so cool.

She couldn't stop staring. When Leonardo came to look for her she was still staring.

"Can I get this?" She said. She never asked for anything, but she REALLY wanted this.

When Leonardo saw, his lips curled. "Don't you want a baby doll instead? I'll get you any baby doll you want."

"No. I want this."

"It's too expensive," said Leonardo, who was a millionaire. "Come on. We need to get home in time for dinner. I'll take you here some other time."

Leonardo towed her out, her still protesting, and she was sullen as she got in the car and headed home. He put on her favorite station and tried to sweet-talk her, but she ignored him.

Halfway home he slammed on the breaks and pulled into an alley.

Leonardo closed his hand around her jaw and yanked her face to look at him.

"You will never," he said to her quietly, "Be like that Barbie doll. You will never be blonde. You will never have a boyfriend. You will never "hit the sunset strip" or whatever nonsense that is. Your destiny is to be a housewife and mother. My housewife and mother."

Her eyes were watering at his iron-hard grip on her jaw. He put his mouth next to her head until his warm breath washed over her ear.

"You will never go to college. You will never be a police officer or lawyer like you keep whining about wanting to be. You will have a baby after you finish at St. Joseph's, and you will be my wife like you were meant to be, as is the best you could have hoped for in your useless life. And you will be satisfied with it."

He let her go, and she rubbed her jaw, tears starting in her eyes.

His voice turned soft. "You can have some ice cream when we get back, how does that sound?" He said. She started ahead, tears blurring her eyes like rain on a windshield.

She thought about Barbie, but the painted face seemed so far away now. Blond and smiling and happy, not the pale, freckled, trembling little girl in the passenger's seat.

I guess he is right, some part of her whispered. I'll never be Barbie. I'll never ride in a convertible or flirt or go to college.

All I can do is dream.

***

The phone sat there, black and shiny.

She had the napkin hidden under her mattress. She had memorized the numbers. She agonized and agonized, aware of the time ticking away, before she picked it up.

Leonardo was becoming discontented. She was not conceiving, and was due to graduate St. Joseph's with honors. She had already had several scholarship offers. He had made her stay home from school several times during exams, to sleep with him and force his seed deep down. She could see her life closing in on her, and so she strove in school, aching to attend a university, any university, as long as she could get away from him.

The cords to all the other telephones were disconnected. She knew this was the only chance she had.

Patience dialed the numbers, heart thumping. She was praying desperately for that rough, growly voice to answer, but a different voice spoke from the other end.

"Pronto?"

"Uh," she said, startled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Chi parla?"

"I..."

"Who is this?" Growled the voice.

"I want to talk to Salvatore Mallozzi."

"Who do you think you are, to talk to the boss?"

"I--"

The dial tone rang dully in her ear.

"Salvatore Mallozzi?" said a gentle voice beside her. "Just who do you think you're talking to?"

#bonus chapter

48 notes · View notes