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eevylynn · 14 hours

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Love and Frogs

Stiles/Kira/Malia || G || 1956 wc

Ever since Kira found out that Malia had never been to the zoo, even before she spent eight years as a coyote, Kira insisted on going to one for their next group date.

This was written For @geekmom13 with the prompt: Stiles is afraid of frogs. Yes, he is aware of the irony considering his childhood pet snake. His significant other did not know this going into their zoo trip.

Also for @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month!

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Kira was practically vibrating out of her seat by the time Stiles threw his jeep into park. Ever since Kira found out that Malia had never been to the zoo, even before she spent eight years as a coyote, Kira insisted on going to one for their next group date.

It was adorable how excited she was about it. Kira jumped out, pulling her seat forward for Malia to climb out from the back as Stiles walked around the front to meet them, only halfway listening as Kira told Malia all about the various animals she saw mentioned on the website during the drive down.

Malia stood wide eyed, nose twitching, staring hard at the colorful entrance to the zoological park. Stiles slid his hand into hers, pulling her attention towards him. Squeezing her hand gently, he reminded her, “We can leave at any time.”

“I know,” Malia said.

The trio watched as a couple of kids pulled their parents right past them. Their chattering honestly reminded them of Kira’s excitement the whole ride up.

“This seems like fun.” The corner of Malia’s mouth twitched up as she nodded firmly, adding, “Yeah, let’s do this.”

Kira, who had been eyeing Malia with a cautiously hopeful expression, lit up and reached out to grasp a hold of each of their hands, pulling them forward a bit before turning around to lead the way to the entrance, practically skipping.

Stiles and Kira had decided ahead of time that together they were treating Malia. Since the date was her idea, Kira paid the entrance fee. Stiles agreed to pay for food and drinks. Everything else, Stiles and Kira would split between them.

While Kira finished paying, Stiles and Malia slowly walked towards the clear fence up ahead surrounding the flamingo enclosure. Stiles watched Malia’s expressions as she observed the tall pink birds. She scrunched her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side as the one closest to them took its head before tucking it into its feathers, one leg up.

“Is it,” she stepped closer. “Sleeping?”

“Yup,” Stiles nodded. “Fun fact about flamingos: the reason they’re so pink is because of what they eat. It changes their feathers from white to pink.”

“What do they eat? If I eat a squirrel, it’s not going to change the color of my fur,” Malia replied. One of the kids from earlier turned to give them a confused look.

“Um, shrimp?” Stiles responded as he quickly shuffled her to the other side of the enclosure Malia curled her lip up like she was about to growl at the child in reply.

“That’s actually only partially correct,” Kira piped up from behind them. “They’re like this really dull gray color when they’re born, and their feathers are pink because of their diet of shrimp, yes, but also other crustaceans and algae. In fact the algae that causes the brightest pink flamingos are actually called ‘blue-green algae’ which is weird because they’re actually red or orange in color.”

“That is weird,” Stiles hummed.

“If the algae isn’t blue or green, then why do they call it that?” Malia asked.

Kira scrunched up her nose as she thought about it. “I don’t actually know,” she responded. She unfolded the colorful map she held in her hand and asked, “So, where do we want to go first? What do you want to see?”

Malia looked between her two partners and shrugged.

“Let’s go this way!” Stiles replied. He moved his finger down the path on the map pointing at a few of the animals along it.

Kira grinned at the mischievous twinkle in his eye before agreeing. She folded the map even smaller to fit it in her pocket before reaching out for Stiles’s free hand.

[continue reading at ao3]

#mywriting #my writing #stiles stilinski #kira yukimura #malia tate #stira #stalia #malira #stalira #teen wolf #teen wolf rarepair #fanfic

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dukemeropide · 3 months

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[ PROSPERITY TOSS ] ━━ a common tradition to signify the end of the year and the birth of a new one is to create a bowl of fruits, vegetables, fish, and other fresh foods, and to feast. many restaurants host these during the lantern rite to bring us together !

if this little sun had to be honest, she’d argue that the hype over crabs was lame! why, you ask? well, you couldn’t eat them without breaking them open. they could cut you with their spikes. they had spikes. they could cut you if you broke it open. they had to be broken open. and a whole lot of other complaints that she made sure to add in her rambling, which she directed at the tall, dark-haired man sitting beside her:

“...and klee never knows how to clean them beforehand! did you know you were ‘pose to clean a crab before eating it? like all of the guts and stuff? i mean… i did, but… bleh, anyway, i━━oh. are you done?”

he had to be, since there had been little cracks and pops the entire time she ranted. and, to fill her cup of curiosity, klee put her hands on the table and leaned forward, peering into the smaller bowl in front of him━━taken from where it was beside her bigger, ceramic bowl of fruits and fish ( not that many vegetables. she’d rather not ).

scarlet eyes widened, her mouth agape in surprise. “no way, you broke it so fast! wowww, can you do the others? i…” a pause; guilt blossomed across her face in the slightest blush. thus, klee looked down at her hands, laughing nervously as she continued, “well, uhm, yeah, i have others. like, klee has a lot of others. but she wasn't taking them to waste them! really! she just couldn’t say no to all of the nice guys giving them away…”

however, she smiled brightly, and away went the awkward instinct! “but you’re really really strong, sir, so you’d be fine cracking the rest, right?”

For every one of Klee's frustrated huffs, Wriothesley commiserated with a well-timed groan, and "Is that so?"s weaved in between complaints drew out explanations that reminded him that children, if allowed, lived in a world of fantasy - of monstrous crabs with terrible spikes, and the wars undertaken to catch and cook them. So he merely hummed at the inconsistencies between her stories and reality, smiling to himself as he worked on the task she had presented to him with so much seriousness. She couldn't have possibly guessed that he had cracked crabs when he was her age (her apparent age, that is), or that he had only ever seen them as spiny obstacles to cut his hands on for the Mora to survive another day.

Tough callouses and tougher leather wraps protected his hands now, and Klee's warm, lively chatter made those stormy memories feel as distant as a dream. The table they occupied was tucked off to the side of the balcony on the restaurant's second floor, from which drifted kitchen noise, the muffled hum of lighthearted conversation, and the tantalizing scent of frying spices that hung ever-present over the harbor. Every now and then, Klee's animated storytelling would bump against his shoulder, or rock the table beneath them, and Wriothesley found that his smile was more than just patient appeasement.

With the last joint broken, and its meat torn out and deposited with the growing collection in the bowl in front of him, he leaned back in his chair to let Klee assess his work.

"More, huh?" A glance behind her found the bowls of bright red crustaceans still in one piece gathered near the table. Wriothesley let out a soft snort of laughter, but pushed back from the table to retrieve one of them.

"You got it, Boss."

Choosing the fullest of the collection, he returned to his chair to get to work.

"Surely you're not here by yourself." He plucked one hefty crab from the top and started snapping the legs off, glancing sidelong at Klee. "Are you planning to share this with anyone?"

#sunlightamed #lantern rite : wriothesley & klee #ghlanternrite2024 #// klee is so precious....#// wriothesley has a soft spot for kids #// I wouldn't say he's “good” with them but it doesn't take much convincing to get him to do what they want haha #// he just wants them to be happier and more protected than he was growing up

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dont-f-with-moogles · 1 year

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Hey Terra! I have another drabble request: number 40, pleease (and thank you) 🩷

Drunk Drabbles 40: “The kids, they ambushed me.” For Alice and Brandon @ranger-danger-hoover

A Snack on Titan II Characters: Reiner x Bertolto, Gabi, Falco and those other Marleyan Brats Word Count: 859 words Fluff & parody

The air was abuzz with activity as people swarmed down the central boulevard, clutching overfilled food cartons and packets. There were so many bodies pressed in between the market stalls that it was almost impossible to squeeze past them. Amongst the chatter of customers came the continuous sizzle of freshly fried foods. Every stand was crowded with dizzying sights: giant wheels of cheese which wafted a bitter tang; freshly baked loaves, some loaded with olives, others topped with cheese; pyramids of pickled delights; proud displays of sliced, cooked meat and cured sausages. All around was the smell of fragrant curry sauce accompanied by the salty scent of the fish stall which bore its tanks of wriggling crustaceans. Upon others mouth-watering arrangements of baked goods were laden: large, flat cookies, thick slabs of moist chocolate brownie, curls of pastries dusted in pistachio crumbs.

Reiner stepped back from one of the food stalls and, turning, passed two packets of golden halloumi fries to Bertolt.

“Is this the one with the tzatziki?” Bertolt glanced down into the first paper bag. “You know I can’t handle heat.”

“Yeah, the other one has the chilli sauce…” Reiner was fumbling for his wallet. The man who was tending the stall held up his hand to halt the customers crowding behind them. Bertolt watched, holding the steaming bags, whilst Reiner peered through the wallet’s folds.

“Is everything alright Rei?”

“I thought I had a twenty…” Reiner muttered under his breath, his shoulders stiffened. Bertolt glanced around him helplessly.

“I only brought my card but I don’t think they’ll take it here!”

“No. No,” Reiner assured him firmly, giving Bertolt’s arm a squeeze. “You always pay. It’s my turn.”

“What’s the hold up?” The stall owner was leaning aggressively over the countertop. Reiner lowered his hand and uttered a sigh of defeat.

“I’m not paying for the fries and neither is he. We have no money.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“I had cash on me but it was the kids… they ambushed me.” At this, Reiner gestured towards the lower end of the street. Just visible between the movements of people’s elbows and the swing of tote bags was Gabi and her three friends. The group were speaking animatedly as they pored over small, brightly-coloured cardboard boxes. Gabi extracted a sugared doughnut from her own and bit fiercely into it, sending a splodge of cream down her blouse.

“Why are you telling him Reiner?” Cold beads of sweat were beginning to break out upon Bertolt’s forehead. His head snapped between the group of children and the stall owner. Bertolt’s voice climbed higher with insistence as he sought wildly for some form of explanation.

“Please, he’s just tired!”

Beside him, Reiner rubbed his face with his palm.

“Sorry… what the hell was I thinking? Have I really gone crazy…?” Reiner chuckled to himself, causing Bertolt to cry out in alarm. The stall proprietor was shaking his head as he reached for his heaviest kitchen implement.

“No… it’s just that I’ve been stuck in this place for too long,” Reiner concluded. Bertolt was no longer convinced that he was the one being spoken to, but decided against pressing the point. Reiner’s features seemed to relax for an instant as he glanced back over at Gabi and the others. His cousin had slumped down upon the floor, her hands clutching her stomach whilst Falco lowered his head in embarrassment. “Don’t blame them. They’re just kids, they don’t know anything.”

“Reiner-” Bertolt reached for his shoulder as Reiner walked past. The pack of customers who had been circling the stall surged forward to fill the space he had vacated.

“Some would say that I need to face the consequences of my actions,” Reiner announced heavily. He did not turn his head.

Bertolt almost lost his grip on the packets of fries. He could feel sweat clinging to his nose as it trickled down from his temple. His eyes roved the scene, taking note of the constraints of the narrow alleyways, the close positioning of the stalls, the flocks of people filing into every conceivable gap.

“Reiner… are we doing it now? Right here?”

“We’re settling this right now,” Reiner replied. Too late, the stall owner rushed around his stand, brandishing a metal ladle and hollering a warning at the armed soldiers stationed nearby.

Bertolt hugged the bags of halloumi and hurtled away from the stall. Just ahead of where he was positioned, Reiner fell into a low crouch with his left leg extended. Then, using it as a spring, he propelled himself forward…

…Gabi was sitting propped against a grey swing bin, her legs trailed out in front of her. She shifted her head against the plastic and let out a loud belch.

“I wish we could have festivals everyday!” she sighed blissfully. Falco, who had been licking the sugar granules from his hand, jolted at a sudden commotion. His head jerked up, eyes following the movement of people to their left.

“Gabi, your cousin and his boyfriend are running away.” Gabi craned her neck around to see.

“...and now we have no money for the train ride home,” he added bitterly. ...

2 drinks down! Anyone else fancy a spin on the ol' Drunk Drabbles wheel? 👈 Send me a number and you could get lucky! Unless my faculties to read and spell start you - you know 📉

#drunk drabbles #reibert #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #reiner x bertholdt #bertholdt bertolt bertolto birth control #RIP Reiner's wallet #god I want halloumi fries so bad #😭#there's A Snack on Titan 1 somewhere on my blog but you'd have to go all through the archive cause I can't remember what became of it!#attack on titan #snk #aot drabbles #my writing

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cluepoke-archive · 1 year

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Learn about CALENDERTOWN !!!

Check out my PSYCHONAUTS MERCH ARCHIVE !!!

TAGS:

#ispy.png general art tag

#knicknacks OC / Original art

#Cluecrafts mixed media crafts and sewing projects I do!

#dustbunnies.txt Thoughts/ General chatter tag

#FAQ Frequently asked questions

#captainslog askbox

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#CreamOfTheCrop Not my art, but art i like! check it out!!

#comic.txt meta or text posts about comics!

#comicstag comic resources or reccomendations: my reading list!

#panels comic panels reblogs!

#Fave /fave.png my favorite images or posts!

i post bugs often! they will be tagged under #bugtag Please note: i include crustaceans, gastropods and various other beasts under this tag as a catchall!

#dustbunnies.txt #pin!

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tallships-and-starlights · 2 years

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Behold. Sea Biscuit!

The Ta'taied are a domesticated breed of semi aquatic mammals that are primarily found on the southern coast of Yautja Prime.

Basic appearance:

The Ta'taied are covered in tightly knit feathers of dark shades of blue and grey. They have three sets of boned crests that line their head and back to help divert water as they swim. A heavy skull with an inverted beak and both canines and molars inside the mouth.

They have six muscular legs and webbed feet with five fingers on the four front legs and three toes on the back legs. Lastly they have two sets of eyes, one forward facing and the other side facing. This allows for a 300° field of vision where their only blind spot is directly behind them.

They are the size of a golden retriever and stand at the knee of an average yautja.

Communication:

Basic speech is a low guttural warble but when threatened they chatter their beaks very quickly. With a whole pack of them it sounds like a bag of seashells being shaken directly in your ear. They will also bark and yip to convey excitement.

Habitat:

They live on the sandy beaches and rocky coves by the sea.

Prey/Predator:

The Ta'taied are omnivours and primarily eat small crustaceans and fish. They have a hard boney jaw and an extremely high bite force to break through their hard shells. They also eat seaweed but that consists of a very small portion of their diet.

Sadly this cute feathered dog is not an apex predator and has a host of other animals that prey upon it and and its young both in and out of the water.

Evolution:

A large majority of it's natural predators live and hunt during the day. The Ta'taied are crepuscular because of this. They are able to see exceptionally well in the dark depths of the sea but tend to keep to the surface (between 0-100 meters) where the schools of fish that they eat are located.

They have also adapted to have bioluminescent striping to trick predators to believe that they are poisonous like the eels that they share similar coloring to.

Relationships:

The Ta'taied are a deeply ingrained in the history and everyday life of the Un'taar and Ya-Iya yautja clans. They hunt together, live together and even raise their young together.

Loyal to a fault these pack animals will guard and rear up yautja sucklings and protect them with their lives. In turn the yautja of these two clans that raise and breed them keep them fed and well cared for.

Companions for life the Ta'taied are often given to mothers and mated pairs as guard dogs for their young. Every yautja in their lifetime has at least one that they are raised alongside from infancy.

Lifespan:

The Ta'taied only live between 25 and 28 years. So when a Ta'taied is gifted to an expecting mother the dog will be able to hunt for a few more years after their wards right of passage at 20 years old.

I'm pretty sure that's it. If you guys have any questions please ask away

#yautja #yautja oc #yautja dog #worldbuilding #Un’taar Clan #Ye-Iya Clan #original species #alien dog #sea biscuit #alien vs predator #ta'taied #tallships and starlights

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axdently · 2 years

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@vicioushauntings // THE SONG - MUHN RESIDENCE ( EX- SONG )

there was something about watching from behind the smaller glass that pulled harder at the heartstrings within the blue ringed octopus. it seemed as if he had more than enough arms, but those appendages could never reach that family of his ever again.

the little girl with her curls and winsome decor clutches her notebook against her chest. johanna’s medical notes have grown from scribbles to fragmented sentences about her twin’s conditions, and how her days transpire. the medical diary converges between both her pretend doctoral life and her real life. jasper begins chasing her with a pill bug, it coils and recoils in his hands as she smacks her brother with that black composition notebook. good girl, Han thinks to himself as he cheers on from afar. the twin boy then sticks his tongue out at her, but her glares tell him to scram. were Han’s beak able to speak he’d have instructed the two to settle down and wash up before dinner, but he no longer has the luxury of working as a team with his partner, Simon Muhn. muffled by the surrounding water, instead he can hear static from plastic bags of take out and a baby sitter chattering on about dinnertime before Simon gets home– he’s running late.

instead the pair of children gravitate to him– Han Jae Song– as his tentacles flourish and he floats in the water of that small aquarium tank. he spins for his children– a razzle dazzle– sneaking attention from their curious eyes. the babysitter calls him repulsive and slimy. she also makes a note to tell Jasper that in some places people eat live octopus, and that octopus tastes just like chicken but slipperier. Han makes a note to instruct Simon to fire her once he transforms into his full form, and to also look up the word slipperier in the dictionary. Jasper soon rewards his dad with that pill bug. the rollie pollie sinks down, down, down, and though it’s no tasty crustacean, Han Jae Song, the blue ringed octopus, eats his treat.

the rest of the evening is slow, but as the clock ticks and the sitter takes her nap upon the couch, Han realizes it’s now or never– if he wants to speak to his children he has to disobey his husband– crawl out of that aquarium and slide upon hardwood floors. he leaves trails of mildew and goo as he sneaks and slips. the bathroom is his first stop. bones grow and crack to frame flesh and blood as he shuts the door behind him. the cephalopod transforms from tentacles to two arms and two feet upon the ground. he takes Simon’s robe to cover the water marks and golden bite upon his forearm. he doesn’t stop to dry his hair– he walks the halls of his home as a ghost would. he haunts in the same somber manner as pale pruny skin grows clammy from the high ceiling fans. he was only a part of that home in the enchanted picture frames of smiles and laughter– that revelation hangs his head lower. Jasper’s room is the next visitation.

the young boy holds his finger out in the middle of his bed– a bead of blood bubbles over as he explains, “Liggies bit me !!” furrowed eyebrows glare at his pet lizard. Liggies, the reptile, scurries towards the door to make her escape. the scent of blood drowns out anything else for the cursed blood– Han’s vision blurs, he grows faintly dizzy, his throat itches in rawness, and he can’t stop himself from reaching out to his son. ( he definitely doesn’t hear the front door open– he misses Simon’s entrance completely– he isn’t keen enough to notice the babysitter exchanging loud words about children tucked safely in their beds- he doesn’t know Liggie is heading out to essentially tattle on him )

the horrible happens, truly disgusting event worsens once Jasper approaches. jumping from his bed– and holding out his boo boo to his father, the little boy airs his whiny complaints, “Dad, I need a bandaid nooooow.” the child drones on as Han holds back a menacing snarl. leaving his tank was, a mistake– though he didn’t wish for Simon to be right in his admonitions. finally he speaks, “Jasper, you know where the bandages are–“ he doesn’t inhale as he tries to redirect the boy to the bathroom across the hall. “I believe the last time we were at the store, Johanna picked out a set of Pokemon ones for you.” he pinches the much tinier finger between his own as he takes a moment to investigate the wound. eyes hyper fixate on the mortal blood as it continues to taunt him. thankfully he Simon’s scent enters the room to stop him from the inevitable...

“That lizard needs to be put down.”

#⸻ 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒔 ; THREADS.#;; HAN & SIMON.#// ya i'm back on my bs 🤪#// CHANTS MOLD MOLD MOLD MOLD

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wakingpost · 6 months

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Lately, there’s been a lot of chatter about the fate of our favorite penny-pinching crustacean, Mr. Krabs. Some say he met a watery demise in the Krusty Krab, while others believe he’s still out there, guarding his precious money. It’s essential to remember that How Did Mr Krabs Die is a fictional character, and any news about his passing is likely a rumor or fan-created storyline.

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crustaceanfungus · 9 months

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TUMBLR!!! TUMBLR GIVE ME MY OLD DASHBOARD LAYOUT BACK TUMBLR!!!! GIVE IT BACK NOW!!!! PUT IT BACK!!! DO IT RIGHT NOW!!! FUCK!!! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!!! AGAGHAHGAHGAHGAHGAHGA!!!

#all caps #swearing #repetition #vent #crustacean's chattering #I AM GOING TO DELETE THIS PLANET I HATE THIS STUPID LAYOUT I AM GOING TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!!!!#KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

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technologyvoid · 4 months

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🦀 time for crab 🦀

*clack clack clack* it’s crab time *clack clack clack*

today i summoned 84 crabs and then caught all of them! what a harvest

group picture!!!

🦀🌼💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

I BEFRIENDED ONE ALSO

#time for crab #crab time #crustacean nation #crab #clack #void chatter #this is so fun

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teriyakiandginger · 10 months

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Teri pulls the door to his container shut with a little more effort than he would usually have to use. The grinding of the metal grates on him, making him swiftly aware of his short temper. He draws a heavy breath as he collapses into his desk chair, head growing heavier as he scans the various vials and scrawled papers in front of him. So fucking tired.

Arguably, it was his own fault for staying late in the library. He was curious about the anomalies in his new social bonding serum, so he decided researching neuropeptides would likely help him to stabilize the formula.

What he failed to realize, unfortunately, is that the neuroscience section is rather difficult to find, which caused him to bump into his favorite classmate, who rambles on and on- she spoke for two- no, almost three hours? about how the formula to her favorite- what was it? lipstick? lip gloss? Whatever the difference is- had been changed, so now instead of being 'glossy' it's just sticky and she couldn't possibly live on any longer with such a detrimental change to her daily routine-not that he was paying much attention. Hoji was there too, but he was barely even worth any of Teri’s time or attention. He barely even managed to research anything before the library closed.

It's fine, he has the basics down. He managed scrawl a few lines as to how crustacean cardioactive peptide can help slow the heart rate- no, that doesn't look right- oxytocin is used for strengthening the bonds between lip gloss-

Something isn't right here. His notes are seriously messed up. What was he thinking?

After trying to piece together any kind of cohesive information for longer than he would like to admit, he sighs defeatedly and comes to the conclusion that maybe he didn't get much useful information after all.

"It's fine," he mumbles to himself, "I know that oxytocin is an emotional hormone. I definitely wrote it for a reason…" ramblings trailing off as he examines the page once again.

"Oxytocin."

Even though his eyes were burning and his head felt heavier than ever, he couldn't let this epiphany pass.

He aimlessly reaches for his materials, almost knocking the only vial of his social bonding serum to the ground- if it weren't for his quick reflexes, the only proof of his efforts would be emptied onto the floor. His eyes dart across the table, subconsciously inspecting and organizing the disorganized array of bottles and powders that cluttered his desk. He had an obscure talent for somehow knowing where everything was, and the quantity of whatever he needed at just a quick glance.

"Surely I have some oxytocin combination capsules around here somewhere- ha! here they are."

Teri had previously studied the effects of oxytocin on emotions, how it can chemically evoke empathy and deeper emotional understanding between people, something he has never been able to naturally come to experience. He recalls the conclusion he came to at the end of his study; for healthy young adults, too much oxytocin can result in oversensitivity to the emotions of others. In layman's terms, in moderation, it can make you better at social interaction.

With painstaking accuracy, he selects one of the small purple capsules from the jar and begins to dissect one of them, scraping a small drop of the liquid into the vial before releasing the breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

"That should do it."

Teri lets out a yawn and sets down the jar of capsules. He shuffles over to his bed and collapses onto it, the bags under his eyes growing darker by the second.

He wants nothing more than to pass out and completely recharge his social battery. Who knew that such menial chatter could be so physically draining? His mind wanders around all of the topics he could have studied if he would have just left.

Why did he stay? Why didn't he simply get up and walk away? Did he really dislike her company that much?

His penchant for overanalysis paired with the adrenaline from a late night inspiration makes falling asleep uncharacteristically difficult.

He reaches over to his desk and grabs a bottle of sleeping pills. It's a rare occurrence that he can't get to sleep, but he likes to be prepared nevertheless- granted, it's been years since he's had any kind of nightmare, but the thought of staying awake any longer is slowly turning into one.

With a fatigued groan, he swallows two pills and throws the bottle back onto his desk, rolling over in his bed to face the wall.

His mind was still buzzing with fractured strains of dialogue from earlier within the day.

Ginger was never helpful when it came to studying. He vaguely recalls the conversation they had about how tired they were, and the can of iced coffee she got handed by Hoji, and how her nails were always stupidly too long to open the can. The way her eyes sheepishly darted up to meet Teri's, with a pathetic glance that said; 'Can you open this?'. We're not friends. Why not ask him? The stupid little grin she made when he handed her back the stupid coffee. The way she traced the rim of the stupid can with her fingers. The way her lips connected with the rim of the can, and he had to stop himself from staring.

Her lips.

Teriyaki shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, a breath being ripped from his lungs. How long has it been? It was darker than before, so maybe a few hours- Why is my heart pounding? He thought to himself- No, not pounding, more like vibrating. His heart had never beaten so fast in his life. He clutches his chest, afraid that if he move, his heart would beat that little bit faster and he may just have a heart attack.

He stumbles over to the sink in a wary manner, all of the moisture in his mouth had dried up long ago. He reaches for a glass, the cold glossy material burning his skin.

Gloss.

His head spins so violently he almost throws up right there. Holding onto the sink to stop himself from falling, he takes a gulp of water. His grip on the basin was so firm he could probably shatter the porcelain with any expended effort. An indescribable heat rising through his whole body, he is overcome with some kind of emotion, one that he couldn't possibly explain.

He can explain everything. There is a set formula to absolutely everything, what makes this any different? He tries to take a deep breath, but it hitches in his throat and he ends up coughing it back up again.

What is happening?

His mind was reeling. He attempted to rationalize anything in his mind, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his still dry mouth, tracing his lips.

Lips.

His grip on the sink falters and he stutters backwards, clumsily dragging multiple bottles and canisters to the ground with him. Every sound echoes painfully and rings in his ears, and he hears every individual item connecting with the cold ground of his room.

He pants as he frantically tries to find something to grab onto, but his body betrays him. He feels like every muscle is contracting at once, wildly out of his control.

No. Nothing is ever out of his control. His body is behaving abnormally, all he has to find is the anomaly.

He sloppily hoists himself up onto his desk chair, desperate at this point. He manages to pull on the string of the light that hangs above his desk, illuminating the mess before him. The light, dim as it is, burns his eyes in a way it would if you were to look directly into the sun.

He blinks repeatedly, frenziedly scouring anything in his line of sight, trying to make sense of what the fuck is going on.

Laboriously, he attempts to recall his steps up until this point. He took his usual route home. He was tired, why was he tired? The library. The library, what happened in the library?

I was studying. What was I studying?

Her lips.

No, my focus was on-

Lower.

No, I was trying to figure out how to stabilize-

Lower than her lips.

He shakes his head futilely, trying to get back on track. Even his inner monologue is betraying him. He remembers coming back home, working on the serum and going to sleep.

No, he couldn’t get to sleep. His mind was preoccupied.

Why can’t I take my mind off of-

His mind snaps back to the notes he wrote while he was in the library, and dread coils in his stomach. His shoulders curl forward, and it feels like his chest is about to cave in. All knowledge of respiration is banished from his head, and he struggles to regulate his breathing.

He reaches for the bottle of sleeping pills, fingers trembling. Reading the label on the front, all of his fears are confirmed.

“Oxytocin. I took a quadruple dose of fucking oxytocin.” he growls to himself, slightly frustrated and embarrassed at his lack of organisation.

Still sweating, he files through the symptoms of oxytocin overdose in his mind, applying them to his current predicament. Confusion, check, convulsions and seizures, difficulty in breathing, fast or irregular heartbeat, headache, pelvic or abdominal pain- all of the boxes are ticked so far, but there’s one more glaring problem.

Lower.

Shameful scenes danced around in his head like bubbles in a river, out of his control, causing him to gasp for air once again. The chair he was sitting on teetered backwards, throwing him onto the floor once again. His head hits the edge of his bedframe, intensifying the cloudiness of his vision, and his headache practically splits his head in two.

“How long have I gotta wait this out?” he breathed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt.

The past few minutes have already felt like an eternity. It didn’t help that his mind was wandering to places he didn’t want to go to, and his breathing and heart rate were still rapidly increasing. He knew it wasn’t lethal, but part of him was hoping he could just curl into a ball and die right there. Attempting to come to grips with such an alien emotion, while still having all of these intense physical symptoms, was an uncomfortable ordeal to say the least. He racks his brain as to how the overdose and these overwhelming feelings are related. After a feverish rant, his thoughts begin to spill out of his mouth.

“Oxytocin is only produced naturally during the most intense human experiences such as childbirth and reproduction-”

All of the pieces finally click into place, and he buries his head in his hands. A wave of embarrassment washes over him once again. As someone who doesn't experience emotions often, let alone one this intense, all he can do is wish the thoughts away. Why her? Of all people? Why is she the one on his mind? Complex strings of thought are too much to manage for Teri at this point in time. Let alone about her. He lets out a heavy sigh, another futile attempt to regulate his breathing.

As he lay exasperated on the floor, he could feel his body beginning to give in to the exhaustion, and his vision was becoming more and more blurry, fluttering between static and vivid hallucinations.

As consciousness fades away, so does his rationality. He half-laughs to himself.

“I should really organize my desk.”

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throughtherootislescomic · 3 years

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No pages for now... Taking a break!

#ttri #throughtherootisles #through the root isles #crustacean's chattering

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jamaisjoons · 4 years

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intro: her mini #6 ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none really, reader n joon r incredibly sappy and i both hate n love them, there's some kissing but rly this is just soft fluffiness uwu

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: i lowkey hate half of this but yolo it is what it is

⏤ beta read by my girlfriend @peekaboongi // commissioned in exchange for blm donations

⇥ Main Series Masterlist

On Hoseok’s birthday, you find yourself on a private yacht in order to celebrate. As usual, you’re surrounded by Namjoon, his sons, as well as Yoongi, Seokjin and, of course, Hoseok himself - who wanted a quiet dinner in order to celebrate. Though, realistically, a quiet dinner with three children isn’t exactly possible. Ship coasting on the gentle waters of the Han River, you enjoy the mellow, lightly chilled, breeze wafting through your hair. Despite being at the end of winter, thanks to the space heaters littered around the deck, you barely feel the cold wind.

“Noona can you help me with this?” Jungkook asks from his seat beside you - his sweet voice pulling you out of your reverie. Shifting your gaze to him, you note the way he’s pointing at the large prawn sitting on his plate - the crustacean marinated in garlic butter as it glistens under the waning sunlight.

With a kind smile, “Sure, Gukkie,” you reply before reaching over. Easily, you break off the head of the prawn before squeezing the meat out the shell and placing it onto his plate.

“You did that awfully easily, ____” Hoseok comments as he swallows down the morsels of lobster he’s chewing on. Gaze shifting to him momentarily, you casually shrug your shoulders before turning to help Jungkook deshell the rest of his prawns.

“Me too, Noona! I can’t eat my clams,” Taehyung pipes in from beside Namjoon. And shortly after him, “And my crab!” Jimin calls out from next to his twin.

Angling your head to both of them, you frown slightly - a little confused by their requests. “Have you never eaten seafood before?” you question, a small, puzzled frown marring your lips. Taking pity on the twins, you watch as Yoongi and Seokjin pull their plates besides them - helping them clean their seafood. Simultaneously, Seokjin lets out a little snort before turning his attention to you.

“Are you kidding? With Namjoon as their father?” Seokjin playfully teases, sending a pointed glance towards your boyfriend. For a moment you frown, not really understanding his words, and then, it dawns on you; your lips forming a perfect ‘o’. Namjoon doesn’t like eating seafood. Nonetheless, from your right side, you hear your boyfriend huff.

“It’s not my fault I don’t like eating seafood,” he mumbles under his breath, his lips pursing into a small pout.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t feed your sons seafood - there’s no reason they should miss out on it,” Yoongi butts in, and though your concentration is firmly on Jungkook’s food, you can clearly hear the playfulness in Yoongi’s voice.

“Yeah, Namjoonie, you may not like seafood, but your sons do,” Hoseok chimes in with a snicker. Done with deshelling Jungkook’s food, you turn your attention back to the adults, only to notice the slight tinge on Namjoon’s cheeks and the amused smiles on Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin’s faces.

“You don’t know if they like seafood or not, they’ve barely eaten it,” Namjoon tries to argue, and you shake your head slightly, already knowing he’s fallen into their trap. As soon as those words escape your boyfriend’s lips, you watch as identical, wry grins creep onto their faces.

“Oh really?” Hoseok questions, an impish twinkle in his eyes. Brown eyes alighting with mirth, he directs his attention to the boys, “Jiminie, Taehyungie, Jungkookie, do you like seafood?” Hoseok questions. Finally catching on to where this is going, a look of exasperation colours Namjoon’s face as he sullenly takes another bite of his steak.

Hearing Hoseok’s question, the boys immediately beam with bright smiles before nodding ecstatically. “It’s Hobi-hyung’s favourite so I like it lots!” Jimin replies, his cheeks puffing up as his eyelids form little crescent shapes.

Instantly, Hoseok begins cooing at the oldest twin, “That’s a good boy. Here you go, you can have a piece of my lobster,” he says while picking up some of the meat and passing it onto Jimin’s plate. Seeing the large chunk of meat, Taehyung and Jungkook immediately perk up.

“Hobi-hyung! I like seafood too!” Taehyung and Jungkook call out at once, causing Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin all to guffaw at once. From beside you, however, Namjoon lets out a defeated sigh with another shake of his head.

“I can’t believe my own sons have betrayed my like this,” he dramatically mutters under his breath. An inkling of pity runs through you, and reaching your hand out, you comfortingly pat Namjoon’s thigh.

“Not only your sons, but your girlfriend too,” Seokjin says while pointing his knife towards your plate, where small, empty oyster shells sit on the edge of it.

Pout deepening, “I can’t believe you too, babe,” Namjoon laments, causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“And why is that?” you question, the corners of your lips twitching in amusement.

“Because! You’re a marine veterinarian! How can you work with them and then also eat them… especially when they’re so cute,” Namjoon replies, and though you want to laugh, the soft look on his face - from his adorable pout to the way his cheeks are tinged in embarrassment - prevents you from doing so.

“You know I mainly work with marine mammals right, Joon?” you gently point out, then after a brief pause, “Besides, I just like seafood,” you continue while patting his strong thigh.

“Maybe you should try some, Namjoon. Here, I’ll even give you my prawn,” Seokjin says while holding out the large crustacean towards your boyfriend. Immediately, a look of horror crosses Namjoon’s face as he baulks. Rolling your eyes, you chuck your cloth napkin at Seokjin in playful ire.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, let Namjoon eat his steak in peace,” you say. Turning his attention to you, Seokjin levels his best puppy dog eyes at you; but you simply roll your eyes and send him a pointed glare, causing him to give in with a chuckle.

“Thanks, ____. You’re the only one who supports me here,” Namjoon sighs dramatically before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. Angling your head, you smile brightly at him, and instinctively, you move to press a kiss onto his lips. However, immediately, Namjoon jerks back before his nose crinkles in mock distaste. “Absolutely not, you’ve been eating seafood,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The moment the words fall from his lips, your jaw drops open as you gape at his - surprise written all over your face at his rejection. When you hear Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin begin snickering from opposite you, you quickly shut your mouth before lightly smacking Namjoon’s thigh. Bottom lip jutting out, you huff, “That’s the last time I defend you,” you mumble under your breath. With a light chuckle, Namjoon leans in before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lip.

“I was only joking, Angel. You know I love kissing you no matter what,” he says, his voice low as his breath fans your lips.

Face softening at his words, you roll your eyes before acquiescing to him. “Yeah, yeah. Just eat your stupid steak,” you reply, causing Namjoon to grin and smack a wet kiss onto your cheek.

The rest of the dinner passes smoothly - the boys taking over the conversation as they ask a hundred and one questions about everything and anything under the sun. Eventually, however, the conversation pauses, in order to sing Hoseok a happy birthday while he cuts the cake before the eight of you share your dessert. As you continue enjoying the evening, the sun slowly fades behind the horizon, the sky darkening as night falls over, which brings you to now.

You’re currently standing at the edge of the deck - leaning on the railing while you look out at the landscape. Indolently, the yacht moves over the water, the large skyscraper buildings that make up the metropolitan of Seoul gently flitting by. The sun has completely set now, and the dark of the night only draws attention to the bright neon lights that pass you. A fresh breeze blows through the air, causing goosebumps to prickle at your skin. It’s cooler now, the crisp night air wafting over your skin as a shiver runs down your spine. Instinctively, you nestle further into Namjoon’s coat, relishing in both the scent and warmth of the large woollen jacket.

Idle chatter murmurs through the air as the conversation continues between the adults, though, you barely participate - more than happy to simply watch the landscape pass and soak it all in. Somewhere along the deck, you can hear the twins and Jungkook running around; playing a game of tag as they try to entertain themselves. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath - smelling the fresh air around you - before exhaling deeply. Suddenly, however, you’re broken out of your thoughts, when you feel someone tug at the hem of your dress.

“Are you okay, Noona?” Jimin asks as he looks up at you in worry. Heart clenching at the concern etched onto his delicate features, you grace him with a smile before nodding.

“I’m alright, Puppy,” you reply. Jimin frowns for a moment, his head tilting to the side - almost as if he doesn’t believe you. However, after a couple of moments, he relents with a nod. Instead, he raises his arm for you to pick him up. Bending over, you easily lift him into your arms, the small boy tucking his head under your chin as he directs his gaze out to the river.

“Noona? Are there dolphins in the Han River?” he questions, as he points out at the large body of water, and you can’t help but chuckle at the curiosity in his tone.

“No, Puppy. Han River is made up of freshwater, and while there are a few freshwater dolphins, most of the species live in saltwater,” you reply easily.

Jimin nods under your chin, but before he can open his mouth again, “Noona!” twin cries echo across the night, and the two of you are joined by his siblings. Taehyung and Jungkook come up to either side of you, Jungkook looking up with a small pout as he notices his older brother in your arms. However, rather than saying anything, he simply shrugs it off after a few moments, and turns his attention to the river.

“What about sharks? Do you think sharks live in the Han River?” Taehyung asks.

“Or maybe stingrays?” Jungkook pipes in with his own, and you laugh lowly at their questions. Clearly, they must have overheard your conversation with Jimin. Nonetheless, before you can reply, you’re joined by the rest of the party.

“How about orcas?” Seokjin questions with a squeaky laugh as he joins you.

“Hmmm, no, but maybe seals?” comes Hoseok’s playful addition.

“I’d like to think giant tortoises live in the Han River myself,” Yoongi says with a sage nod. You know all their additions are completely whimsical, yet you can’t shake your head at their teasing antics.

“Hmmm, what about whales, ____?” Namjoons asks as he comes up behind you, and with his question, you let out a deep sigh of fond exasperation, causing all of them to chuckle. Within your arms, Jimin begins fidgeting, making you bend over and put him back on the desk.

With Jimin out of your arms, Namjoon uses the opportunity to wrap his own arms around your waist before pulling you into his chest. Warmth encasing your back, you exhale deeply and nestle further into his frame. Silence falls over the atmosphere, with only the gentle whirring of the yacht’s engine and the soft sound of water rippling breaking the calmness. The eight of you stare out at the open river as the ship begins making its way back to the marina.

“It’s really pretty out here, isn’t it?” you ask quietly, your words barely audible. In fact, your voice is so low, that only your boyfriend hears you. Bending his head, he nuzzles his nose into your hair before taking a deep breath.

“Not as pretty as you,” comes his reply. Despite the cheesiness of his words, you can’t stop the grin that creeps onto your lips. Twisting in his hold, you wind your arms around his thin waist while looking up at him through the thick of your eyelashes.

“I could say the same about you, you know,” you teasingly backfire. The corners of his lips twitching, Namjoon bends his head and drags the tip of his nose against yours, causing your eyes to flutter at the ministration.

“Are you saying I’m pretty?” he asks, the deep timbre of his voice tremoring through the air as his warm breath washes over your face.

“I am, indeed. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest,” you respond, making Namjoon snort in amusement. Puckering his lips, his peppers your mouth in soft kisses, making you sigh in contentment.

“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree then, because I think you’re the prettiest,” he replies, each of his words broken up by even more of his gentle pecks. Once he’s done speaking, Namjoon places his lips fully onto yours, the thick petals of his mouth slotting perfectly against yours. Tongue flicking out, he licks the seam of your lips in a bid for entrance, but rather than giving it, you pull away. Namjoon frowns at your actions, his eyebrow quirking in question as you grace him with a lop-sided, mischievous grin.

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me because I taste like seafood,” you remind him. The moment the words fall out your lips, Namjoon’s frown morphs into a playful smirk.

“Hmmm, but you taste like wine now,” he says, before once again dropping his lips onto yours. This time, you’re unable to resist him, and immediately, your mouth parts open in access. Using the opportunity, Namjoon’s tongue slips between your teeth; the silken appendage sliding along yours tantalisingly.

Your kiss only lasts a couple of moments, before suddenly, “Ew, Daddy! Noona! Gross,” and, “Honestly, can you both go two minutes without eating each other’s faces?” echoes through the dark night. Face flushing with heat, the two of you instantly break apart. Reflexively, you bury your face into Namjoon’s chest: in an attempt to hide your mortification, while your boyfriend simply holds you tighter in comfort.

“Hey, ____?” Hoseok calls, and hearing the faux innocence in his voice, your eyes narrow. Turning your head from Namjoon’s chest, you look over at him with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s my birthday you know… So I think if anyone deserves a kiss, it should be me,” he continues with waggling eyebrows. With a blank stare, you gaze at him, your brain slowly processing his words. It only takes you a few short moments, but once you do, you can’t help but snort.

“Sure Hoseok, why not,” you sarcastically remark - already knowing he’s only teasing you. Waggling his eyebrows harder, Hoseok puckers his lips dramatically before making kissy faces at you. However, this time, before you can say anything, you find your boyfriend huffing.

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he levels a small glare at Hoseok before tilting your body away from his best friend. “Yeah, birthday or not, I don’t think so.”

a/n: ᵘʷᵘ thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it! please lemme know what you thought if you did 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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