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itacats · 8 months ago

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Operation 141: The Family Business

FT: TF141 x gn!reader - Mafia AU

Warnings: mafia themes, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: In a world marked by chaos, HQ stood as a fortress of new beginnings. Here, amidst laughter and shared purpose, you found more than just shelter; you discovered a family in the 141 Mafia, one that welcomed you into a life filled with warmth and connection.

Read Part 1 Read Part 2 Read Part 3 Read Part 4 Read Part 5 Read Part 6 Read Part 7 Read Part 8 Read Part 10

Part 9: A New Home

HQ wasn’t just a building. It was a fortress of concrete and steel, standing tall against the storms of a world that had been nothing but unforgiving, furnished with the luxuries you only dreamed of having yourself. Moving into HQ was like stepping into a new life—a life far removed from the quiet chaos you had once known. The old world, with its relentless grind of bartending shifts and unpaid bills, felt like a distant memory now, cast in the shadows of the life you were building within these walls.

From the moment you arrived, everything felt different. This wasn’t just a temporary shelter, a place to crash until you got back on your feet. It was something more—a home. The members of the 141 Mafia, who had once just been regular patrons in the periphery of your job, had become your family. And with that family came new responsibilities, new roles that allowed you to grow in ways you never expected.

You found your place among them quickly, slipping into the rhythm of HQ like a missing puzzle piece finally falling into place to complete the picture. The mornings were filled with reports and operational planning, tasks that might have felt mundane or tedious to anyone else, but to you, they were something more. They were a way to contribute, a way to stay grounded and involved. Every document you organized, every briefing you prepared, felt like a small victory, a way to reclaim the control that had once been stripped from your life.

Price had given you these tasks initially as a way to ease you into this new world, but it quickly became apparent that you were thriving in a way none of them had anticipated. Your meticulous nature, your attention to detail, made the team run smoother. Reports that had once been a chore for the others became a well-oiled machine under your watch. But more than that, you brought a sense of warmth, a sense of belonging that had been missing from the cold, mission-driven atmosphere of HQ.

You could feel the change in the air as the days passed. The bonds within the team grew stronger, more palpable, like an invisible thread connecting each of you in ways that went beyond the professional. You weren’t just another cog in the machine; you were the glue holding it all together, in ways both big and small.

Ghost, the most enigmatic of them all, was the first to let his guard down. His silent, stoic presence had always commanded the room, but you saw the cracks beneath the surface. Late at night, when the halls of HQ were quiet and the weight of the world felt distant, Ghost would sit with you, his mask still in place, but his voice soft and unguarded. He began to confide in you in ways he had never confided in anyone else, sharing fragments of nightmares that haunted him, memories he had buried deep. It wasn’t just the act of confiding—it was trust. A trust that ran deeper than words.

And in return, you gave him something he hadn’t realized he needed—laughter. Your sharp, snappy jokes, the ones that came so easily to you, began to melt the icy walls Ghost had built around himself. There were moments, fleeting but precious, when you would catch the faintest glimmer of a smile beneath his mask, a rare flicker of light in his otherwise shadowed existence. The laughter wasn’t forced; it was real, genuine, something that came naturally between the two of you.

Soap, on the other hand, had always been the loud one, the joker, the heart of the team. But even he had his limits, and you found yourself breaking through them without even trying. With you around, Soap found a new kind of ease—a lightness that hadn’t been there before. Your quick wit matched his perfectly, and soon, his laughter became a constant presence in the halls of HQ. It was infectious, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for joy. Soap often teased you, calling you his “partner in crime,” but there was something deeper behind the playful banter. He had found someone who could meet him on his level, and that bond only grew stronger with time.

Gaz, ever the meticulous and thoughtful one, appreciated your attention to detail more than anyone else. He admired the way you approached every task with precision, every operation with a sharp eye for detail. You had a way of anticipating what needed to be done before anyone else even thought about it. It didn’t go unnoticed, especially by Gaz, who often found himself relying on you more than he’d like to admit. But it wasn’t just about efficiency—it was about the quiet understanding you shared. He respected you, not just for what you did, but for who you were, and that respect grew into a friendship built on mutual admiration.

Then there was Price. The leader, the one who carried the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. For Price, HQ had always been a place of work, of missions, of responsibilities. But with you there, it became something more. You brought a sense of family, a warmth that had been missing for far too long. Price, who had spent his life leading, found comfort in your presence. You made the daily grind feel less like a mission and more like a purpose, a reason to keep going beyond the next objective. There was a quiet bond between you, an unspoken understanding that didn’t need words. In your presence, Price found a sense of peace, a reminder that even in a life filled with danger, there were moments of calm, moments of connection.

Each member of the team grew fonder of you in their own way. You weren’t just a part of the team—you were the heart of it. You were the steady presence that kept them grounded, the laughter that broke through the tension, the meticulous hand that ensured everything ran smoothly. And in return, they became the family you never had before.

HQ, once a place of missions and briefings, had become something more—a home. The walls that had once felt cold now held the warmth of shared meals, late-night conversations, and quiet moments of understanding. The halls, once filled with the echo of footsteps, now echoed with laughter, with camaraderie, with life.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged. You weren’t just surviving—you were thriving, building a new life within the walls of HQ. A life filled with purpose, with friendship, with family. A life where each day felt like a mission accomplished, not because of the tasks completed, but because of the bonds you had forged.

This was your new home. And you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Read Part 10

As the day faded into night, you reflected on your journey within HQ. No longer an outsider, you had become part of a family that thrived on trust and laughter. The walls that once felt cold were now alive with memories and bonds that made you feel at home. For the first time, you were not just surviving—you were truly living, ready to embrace whatever came next together.

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kaidabakugou · 2 years ago

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❅ DAY 6: CHRISTMAS LIGHTS WATCHING FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❅ WORD COUNT: 1.8K

❅ WARNINGS: BRIEF MENTIONS OF READER BEING INTO WITCHCRAFT / MENTIONS OF PERIODS / YOU GUYS OWN A DOG / NAMES LIKE DUMD DUMD, DUMMY, CRYBABY, PRINCESS AND MOMMY (DOG MOM) ARE USED / LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE <3

❅ AUTHOR’S NOTE: welcome to day six, sorry i haven’t been able to update as frequently but i promised to finish this event and i plan on doing so before getting started on other wips, this is very self indulgent but i hope it brings you comfort since we all seemed to have started the year a little stressed, xoxo <333

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

“come on boom, let's go wake up mommy”, katsuki whispers down to your dog as he jogs up the stairs towards your shared bedroom where you were currently resting, boom trotting excitedly next to him. you both had arrived extremely tired after a long meeting at the agency after being pestered by your team with all the activities and public appearances that were expected of you and katsuki this holiday season.

as the top and hottest pro-hero couple in trending, both of your teams wanted to take advantage of the current attraction to boost your public images, katsuki’s more than yours considering all the encounters he's had with the media getting in his face.

bakugou could care less of his image and whatever nonsense he’s agents had been spewing at him for breaking, yet again, another camera from the paparazzi to the ground after they invaded his space, his focus had been on you the entire meeting as he noticed you shift uncomfortably in your chair from time to time.

taking a quick moment to unlock his phone and confirm his suspicions as he looked over a widget that shows the current moon phases, noticing how the full moon was near which meant you'd probably be getting your period soon. he never truly understood why you always got your period near or on a full moon sometimes, even after you explained to him the witchy lore you believed was the reason for it, he still didn't see how the moon and your cycle could be related. nonetheless, ever since he learned the information, he became more aware of the moon and keeping track of the phases so he could prepare for when you got your time of the month.

extending a hand towards the one clutching your knee under the conference room table as he takes it into his own to comfort you as he figures every time you shifted in your chair had to be because of your cramping. which is why you both had decided to take a quick nap after you arrived from the meeting but katsuki had woken up before you and prepared a couple of things to surprise you before returning to wake you up.

gently lying beside you on the bed as he runs his finger slowly along your arm, resting his head on the palm of his hand whilst he peers down at your sleeping form. admiring how beautiful you looked even with your face squished against the pillow, a soft smile adorning his face whilst his fingers tucked the strands of hair covering your face behind your ear.

leaning down to lay kisses against your shoulder while whispering a soft ‘hey babe’ against your skin as he trails up to your neck, ghosting his lips above your warm skin as he breathes you in before continuing to pepper you with kisses. leaning back when he feels you take in a deep inhale followed by a small grunt as you shift to bury your face deeper into the pillow. boom quickly hopping on the bed when he hears you, snuggling up to you in between you and katsuki’s legs waiting for you to fully wake up.

katsuki and you had adopted boom a couple months ago when you found him abandoned inside a box near the gas station you stopped in while returning home from a holiday vacation. he was the only one left and you didn't have the heart to leave him there with such cold conditions so you decided to bring him back with you and he's been part of the family ever since.

gently cradling your face in his hand as he moves you towards him, katsuki squishes your cheeks together between his fingers as you grunt in his grasp, your eyes still closed as he gently shakes your head.

“time to wake up, sleepyhead”, he laughs whilst leaning down to press his lips against yours, repeating the action a couple more times before capturing them in a long kiss as his hand shifts to tangle with the hairs behind your ear while he gently scratches your scalp, pulling a soft moan from you making him smile against you at how easily you melt to his touch.

finally meeting your eyes as you slowly open them when he pulls away from the kiss, smiling at how even with your sleep-heavy eyes you still look up at him like he’s the most important thing on the planet. leaning in to steal another kiss before whispering a small ‘come on’ against your lips as he rises from the bed and circles it towards the foot of it, wrapping his hands around your ankles whilst he pulls you towards him, ignoring your small grunts as he wraps your legs around his waist before leaning down to lift you up into his arms, carrying you out of the room as he calls out for boom to follow him.

whispering a low ‘you'll see’ against your shoulder before placing a kiss on it when you ask where you guys were going as he continues to carry you down the stairs towards the exit. shifting you in his grasp to hold your weight with one arm so he can unlock the car and open the back seat for boom to hop inside before getting you settled in the passenger seat.

taking the time to fix your appearance the best that you could while katsuki rounded the car, unaware of where you guys were heading but considering you noticed he also still had his pajamas on, you figured you weren't going anywhere you needed to step out of the car, so you didn't worry about your appearance much.

it was already night time so you assumed he just wanted you to accompany him to go get some takeout since you both slept through dinner so it definitely surprised you when you saw him take a turn towards the more luxurious area of the neighborhood, shooting him a confused look to which he just grins back at you accompanied by a quick wink before returning his focus back on the road as he reaches over to take your hand in his. making a turn towards where the bigger line of houses started as katsuki smiles to himself when he feels you shift in your seat to look out the window as he slows down the car.

the houses in this part of your community always went all out decorating for christmas and you've always had the tradition of going on drives around the area to enjoy the christmas lights, but you've been so busy recently that the activity totally went over your head this season.

“you remembered” you say excitedly towards him as you shoot him a quick glance.

“of course i remembered dumb dumb, it's one of your favorite things during this time…”, he answers while rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand still in his, “... besides, thought you needed a little break with everything going on recently on top of getting your period”.

you whip your head around to stare at him, taking in what he said as you feel yourself getting emotional when his words sink in, katsuki notices your eyes glossing over and immediately reaches over to cradle your face in his hand, his thumb capturing the tears escaping your eyes as he lets out a small laugh whilst he leans over to hold you with both hands.

“come on, don't cry, dummy” he whispers against your quivering lips before pulling you into a kiss, wiping the tears still falling from your eyes before giving you a quick peck. hearing boom whimper in the back seat as he pokes his head in between katsuki and you and shoves his snoot in your face to make sure you're okay, licking the trail of tears staining your face making the both of you laugh before katsuki goes back to driving the car.

“we’re almost there”

“there's more?”

“mhm”, he hums with a smile as he takes your hand in his again.

you lean your head against your seat as you peer out the window, taking in all the pretty lights and decorations as you feel yourself grow more relaxed, something you hadn't been able to do recently. katsuki drove up a hill in the same neighborhood before he parked the car in the area where there were no houses on each side, bringing your hand towards his lips to give the back of it a quick kiss and lightly squishing it twice before letting go of it to exit the car.

circling over to your side quickly as he opens the door to pick you up, shifting you in his arms to hold you on one side again so he could have a free hand, a habit you were already used to since he enjoyed having you in his arms, especially when you were still languorous.

opening the trunk of the car, you gasp when you noticed that he had laid out blankets and pillows along with your favorite takeout in the back, looking at him as you find his gaze already on you watching your reaction, laughing when he sees your eyes gloss over again, finding it amusing how emotional you could get while on your period as he sets you down before crawling inside with you.

“come ‘er you crybaby” he coaxed whilst pulling you towards him to lay in between his legs, resting your head against his chest as he throws one of the blankets over both of your legs before reaching over to grab the food, pressing the button that lowers the back seats in the process so boom could join you. enjoying the meal while you both chatted whilst you peered down at the neighborhood where you had a clear view of all the decorations and sparkling lights from up the hill.

leaning your head back so you could look up at katsuki as his eyes shifted to yours, smiling down at you before lowering himself to capture your lips in his, feeling the hand that had been rubbing circles on your lower abdomen lift up to hold the side of your head as his fingers tangled with the hairs at your nape, gently caressing your scalp. soft lips wrapped around yours in a slow yet passionate kiss before pulling back to press his forehead against yours.

“thank you for this”, you whisper against him before smiling.

“no need to thank me, princess” he coos down at your before capturing your lips again, the kiss not lasting very long as boom shoves his wet nose against both of your cheeks, jealous he's not getting affection as well making both of you laugh again as you reach up to scratch behind his ears, settling your head against katsuki’s chest again to continue to admire the sparkling lights while reveling in the warmth of your lover and fluffy companion.

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henryobsessed · 4 years ago

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 1

Summary: Jessie has completed Veterinarian school, after the death of her aunt has moved back to her home town.

word Count: 2013

A/N hello How are you all doing? we are in lockdown again here in Victoria Australia, I hope that means more time to write :)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Jessie sank into her plush foe leather couch; it had been a month since she had returned to her hometown and surprisingly her business was thriving. Even though she had yet to treat any wildlife she had a steady stream of cats, dogs, birds, ferrets, and other assortments of domestic animals heading through her doors. A big surprise to her was the number of cattle ranchers who on her arrival had asked her to make house calls to assess their cattle. Normally they paid for someone to come out to their co-op from the neighbouring bigger city. Now she was here if she could gain their trust, she would be set.

She looked around at her aunt’s old house, so many beautiful memories, Bet had been her best friend apart from the animals and had encouraged her to follow her dreams, she had even pitched in to her college fund when her parents’ life insurances had not been quite enough. She pictured her aunt standing at the stove, cooking her pancakes, grey hair piled atop her head, apron wrapped around her tall slender body, excited to cook for “The Vet” as she had lovingly called her even before she started her degree.

The last time they had spent time together she had sat on the couch, pancakes in hand. Her honey brown eyes pinning Jessie to her seat as her age roughened voice pleaded, “You can’t keep shutting people out Jessie, you have to open yourself to the possibility that you might find love, or even a good friend. You’re an adult now, and I won’t be around forever.” Her eyes misting as she whispered, “I worry about you honey, I don’t want you living your life alone like I did.”

Jessie had hugged her aunt pulling her in tight as she felt her sweet Bet’s distress. She had never asked why she was on her own, caught up in her own dramas. She had loved that it was just the two of them. But now she wondered if she had been too selfish. Once she was at college, her aunt was alone again. As if validating her aunt’s concern��s, she had received a call, a week after returning back to her last month of college. Her Aunt had suffered a major heart attack at work. Even though she was in the hospital when it had occurred, they were unable to save her. It had been a hard few months no one had come by the house for the funeral, it had just been the two of them. The local lawyer had encouraged her to sell up and move to a more populated area saying they had no need for a vet, and she had considered it. But a part of her still felt connected to the land, connected to those buried deep within the woods around their house.

He phone buzzed bringing her out of her musings, shaking the tired fog from her head she peeked at the antique gold clock above the mantel 11pm, Picking up the phone she heard a timid voice answer “Is this the vet, the one that came to our ranch last week?” mind pulled into action she answered “ yes this is the Vet what can I do for you?” a shaky breath let out as the young man responded, “I’m sorry for calling so late, My name is Thomas, my dad owns Ride em ranch. I was out checking traps around the property line, I hate them so much but dad insists we have them, a wolf has been caught. If I don’t get him out of here soon my Dad or one of the hands will come and kill him. Please what do I do?” sitting up Jessie talked in a calm voice to the boy, “First thing how is the wolf behaving?” getting up Jessie pulled her coat on whilst heading for the car, “He’s growling and whimpering at the same time ma’am, I think he would bite me if I got to close, but I can see he is in a lot of pain.” Opening the door to her pickup she jumped in glad her veterinarian bag was already in the back. “Ok Thomas tell me where you are, I am on my way”

Jessie was focused looking for the a boy in a red checked shirt and dark blue jeans, a part of her was excited, she was finally able to help a wolf, but another part of her was worried she was too late. There waving his arms illuminated by the high beams of her truck she saw Thomas, he had blond hair, brown eyes, and stood around 6 ft 3 although he had not filled out yes so even with his height looked like a young man.

Pulling up she could see his obvious fretting as he didn’t stop to talk but rather, as soon as she had her bag, started moving back into the forest. The boy was so intent on getting her there he didn’t say a word, however the closer they got the more evident it was the animal was in great distress. Long lone howls could be heard along with whimpers, when Thomas broke into the area where the wolf was his whimpers changed to savage snapping of his teeth and loud growls interrupted by his whines. The was until Jessie stepped into the opening, She could have sworn the wolf looked right at her with shock before it laid its head down and quietened. Jessie was amazed, its behaviour was one of submission and in its current state was highly unusual. She walked closer, slowly talking to the animal, “Hey boy, your ok, I’m here to help ok. Will you let me help you?”

She knelt just outside of the range where the wolf could reach her and reached into the bag, the majestic creature watched her closely but gone was the snarls and defensive growling. All that was left was his pain filled whimper, quickly assessing his weight she pulled a small tranquilizer gun out along with some prefilled darts. On seeing the gun he let out a long mournful howl that tore at her heart, “I’m sorry, but this will make you feel better I promise.” Taking aim she shot into his flank. He let out a soft yelp, they kept eye contact as he slowly lowered his eye lids.

Ok Thomas we need to move fast, I had to guess his weight and even though I am sure I’ve have put him out for the night I can’t guarantee that.” Together they moved to the brown black creature, jessie made note as they together removed the trap from its leg that the creature had seen better days. His hair was matted in places and there were other areas where the fur was missing showing signs of fights that it had been in. Carefully after assessing the rest of its body, Thomas and Jessie lifted the creature which from tail to muzzle would have been 6 ft 5 however it showed malnutrition and was much lighter that she would have expected for a creature of its size and age. In fact had Thomas not been there to help she would have been able to lift the wolf herself which said a lot for its condition. Sadness filled her as they carefully placed it in the back of the truck. Once he was securely placed in the back she turned to the young man “Thank you Thomas, I appreciate your help and your kindness” Thomas looked down at his feet for a moment before signing, “Please don’t tell my pa, he would think I was a pansy for doing this. What he fails to understand is we need to work with the wolves without them….. well we need them. Thank you for coming, I hope he survives.”

Jessie watched the tall young man in her rear vision as she dove away, there was something special about him.

On reaching her clinic she bought out a trolley and carefully picked up the wolf playing him down and wheeled him into the treatment rooms. Her first priority was x-ray the leg and make sure it wasn’t broken, as she moved around the room her other patients called out to her. A small Tibetan spaniel who was in for cherry eye surgery whimpered at her before settling down in it’s cage, along with a tabby who was recovering from a broken leg, who at all the noise hissed at her. “ohh come now calm down, we have to help this poor creature ok. I expect you both to keep him company as he recovers.” She quickly took the x-rays dismayed to see that the trap had indeed crushed his ulna and radius on the right leg. The night was long as she reset the leg and applied a cast. The sun was coming up, and her young assistant joe was walking in the front door as she finished setting the wolf up in a special cage.

Joe taken aback walked around to peer into the cage, “OMG Jessie, where did you find this boy? He is gorgeous and yet has seen better days.” Exhausted she just stood wiping her hands on her apron and started cleaning, “you look like you need a break Jessie, why don’t you go home, I’ll reschedule your non important appointments and push the urgent ones back to this afternoon so you can get some sleep.” Grateful she nodded her thanks and left the Joe to care for the grumpy cat, and Tibbey.

Jessie’s dreams were plagued with images of the wolf, his eyes that held so much pain caused her heart to constrict. The resemblance to the those she had buried so many years ago could not have been a coincidence. As she tossed and turned the images grew bolder, the wolfs from long ago circled her, she felt no fear only curiousness as they sniffed at her before one by one they laid at her feet. She knelt and stroked each one, reassuring them that she would take care of him. A loud sound broke into the now peaceful dream, her mind now fussy she picked up the phone, “Jessie” the frantic voice of her assistant invaded her calm “Jessie you have to get down here, the wolf woke up and is tearing at the cage. I can’t even get close enough to change the fluid bag. I’m scared he is going to break out.” Jumping out of bed she ran to grab her bag, not even worried that she was still in her pajamas she ran to her truck. The clinic was only 5 mins by car, but she was the only one authorised to use the tranqu gun.

Running into the clinic she could hear the panicked snarls and snaps of the wolf, the sound of the metal clanging and it tried to escape. Gun in hand she ran into the room, as Joe opened the door and her eyes met that of the wolf the strangest thing happened. Just as it had in the forest, the wolf calmed, whined and laid its head down. “well I never!!” Joe breathed in exasperation, “Teach me Obi wan, Tell me your secrets” if she hadn’t been so socked herself she would have laughed at Joe’s comment. However this was not normal wolf behaviour. Taking a risk she moved forward and sat before the creature, an odd feeling settling in her stomach as joe handed her the new bag. Talking in a calm voice she addressed the canine, “This will help you feel better ok” his eyes locked with hers as he whimpered. Risking everything she hooked up the new bag then opened the cage, going against her training she reached in and caressed him. She felt his body relax the more she stroked his neck and flank until he was once again asleep. Replacing the latch on the door she looked back a Joe both confused and amazed.

Chapter 2

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wyvernscales · 4 years ago

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My chapter by chapter analysis of The Calling. Technically spoilers, but not at all.

Ch 1: Loghain’s certainly doing a lot of wife shit for a man not even interested in doing life shit

Ch 2: “the corruption was inside him” feels like a line from a different sort of literature

Ch 3: DOGS CAN BECOME GREY WARDENS!? Also little shit Fiona and slutty thief Duncan rights.

Ch 4: Damn how bad is the mental healthcare system in Thedas?

Ch 5: The next person to insult Fiona faces my blade

Ch 6: Why is a talking darkspawn the best therepist in Thedas?

Ch 7: “I c h o r”

Ch 8: You know, I may not be a Grey Warden, but something tells me that fighting a fire breathing dragon is a little worse than fighting a group of darkspawn.

Ch 9: So the Maker was here? What

Ch 10: Time for Bregan’s weekly therapy session.

Ch 11: HOLYSHIT!??

Ch 12: Ah, the obligatory Fade section ft. burying the gays before you even announced their queerness

Ch 13: Of course the only elf in the group is tortured

Ch 14: Wait, why are they fucking? Fiona has actively disliked Maric for most of the book, and while her opinions have been shifting on him, it feels so forced and weird.

Ch 15: Genevieve: “my subordinates will do the sensible thing” The Subordinates: does the opposite of that

Ch 16: Duncan’s focus on how much Genevieve has changed makes me think there’s something else going on. That implies more writing skill than I expected actually.

Ch 17: NOT THE FUCKING MABAR— WHY ARE THEY FUCKING IN THS MIDDLE OF A DARKSPAWN CHAS— FUCK A CAVE IN— THE FIRST ENCHANTER!?????

Ch 18: WHAT IS GOING ON. THE SHIT HAS BEEN TURBO BLASTED INTO THE FAN.

Ch 19: The Wardens aren’t even gonna question the fact that they can be cured? They’re just gonna speed right past that?

tl;dr: King Maric assists a group of Grey Wardens in the Deep Roads on their journey to Ortan Thaig to find a Warden on his Calling. They uncover a lot of secrets under Ferelden’s soil, and there’s a lot of fascinating lore implications for the Wardens, the Darkspawn, the Taint, and to a lesser extent, the Dwarves.

Thoughts: Another awkwardly shoved in romance plot with Maric and an Elf. I know it was to explain Alistair’s existence, but it was just so weirdly handled. Also Fiona deserved so much better. Dragon Age has an incredibly bad habit of creating Elven characters who rightfully feel maligned by the humans and “teaching’ them that their perception of humans was actually wrong all along and they’re not all actually bad and this novel is no exception. It’s most of Fiona’s character arc. Also, I know that it was written in what, 2009(?) but the Nicolas and Julian plot was exceptionally bad. And I don’t think the date excuses it.

There’s something to be said for how easily it is for the Architect to convince others of his plan. Maybe. Though if Corypheus can force a preemptive Calling in DAI I suppose convincing Grey Wardens isn’t too hard. But he is implied to have other allies, and I’m unsure how he’d convince them.

Also, we know Fiona is cured of the Taint. I originally thought it may have something to do with being possessed or laying with Maric, but she hears the Calling and is still corrupted after both. This could be an effect of the brooches from the First Enchanter though. It’s certainly fascinating that First Enchanter Remille can use blight magic however. It’s hinted that he is also tainted to an extent, (as his blood is partially black) but he is still indistinguishable from anyone else. With this new form of magic, he can speed up corruption, dissolve mortals into goop, shield people from being detected by the darkspawn, and also protect himself from its effects.

All in all, I really like this book. There’s quite a bit I take issue with, but the Taint and the Wardens are just too fascinating for me to not like this. I’d definitely recommend this one for anyone interested in learning more on those topics. I’m already planning a re-read because there’s so much to take in.

#junk speaks #Maric #duncan #the calling #dragon age books #mine #bregan #long post #architect

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smileyjaeminies · 5 years ago

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To make an escape

Synopsis: All it takes for Taeyong to snap, is you getting hurt. Will you find a way to finally walk away from your dangerous lifestyle?

Word Count: 5.3 k

Genre: mafia au

Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, shooting, major character death

Member: Taeyong ft various other nct members

A/N: Happy Halloween! I tried to do something special for the occasion, so here goes! It’s my first try at writing something a bit more intense, so I hope you guys like it!!

The first thing you knew, was pain. Intense, unbearable, all-consuming. It drove you mad, it numbed your brain and all your senses. And it was everywhere. You couldn’t even begin to locate where it began, for it had spread all over your body, leaving you limp and hopeless.

Your ears were ringing, your head was heavy. If you could form a coherent thought it would have been one simple word: why? Why all the pain? In the midst of it all, you realized there were voices screaming over you. The ringing in your ears didn’t allow you to tell them apart, but you managed to tear your eyes open. Your vision was blurry, and you could only make out the form of a man hovering over you.

He placed some pressure on your wound and you screamed out, even though you thought you couldn’t. He spared one glance at you, focusing on his task. Could it be Taeyong? No. Tae would never hurt you. He wouldn’t make you hurt like this.

Taeyong would kiss you and make the world disappear. He’d cage you in his arms and keep you safe. He’d always have your back and he would always make sure you were okay. Funny isn’t it? How the only sane thoughts in midst of your torture would be about Taeyong? Then again, he was always the only thing that made sense.

When they tried to lift you, you mercifully dipped back into oblivion. You gained consciousness what felt like mere seconds later, to the pain having subsided the tiniest bit. It wasn’t blinding, but it felt like it would swallow you whole in mere minutes. All you could hope, was for it to go away.

Your eyes opened and you found Doyoung standing over you. You wanted to smile. If Doyoung was there, everything would be alright. He’d fix you right up. Right?

“Taeyong I… I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do this. If it’s hit a vital organ-” he said.

“Well try, god dammit! Does it look like we have a choice?” Taeyong screamed.

His voice echoed through the small room, and if you could flinch, you would have. Darkness was lurking close, too close for it not to be tempting. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let yourself float.

The last time you pried your eyes open, it was with much effort. The pain wasn’t gone like you hoped. Like some kind of sick joke, it stayed there, a heavy thing laying over your stomach. Your eyelids were heavy too, the mere act of opening your eyes becoming a struggle.

The lights blinded you at first, but you got used to it with a few blinks. Your head fell to the side, where Doyoung was sitting, with his head in his hands. He had drawn up a chair to sit close to you, and with a simple move, your hand would be on his head.

But that mere action seemed impossible. You were parched, your mouth completely dry. Your head was spinning a little and you almost felt nauseous. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and compose yourself.

Doyoung looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and you couldn’t help but smile. His eyes widened and he shot up from his seat, making his chair fall behind him. The loud noise made your eyes close tightly as Doyoung checked your vitals. Finally content with your state, he sat next to you on the bed, his eyes scanning your face.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m a little thirsty” you replied.

Doyoung nodded, quickly helping you drink some water. You tried to use the water to ground yourself. You didn’t want to go back to sleep just yet.

“You’re going to be fine. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs. I was able to go around…” Doyoung went on, explaining the procedure to you.

You waited for him to finish, using all the patience you had left. When you made sure he was done, you spoke up.

“Is he… Is he here?” you asked, testing the waters.

Doyoung avoided your gaze. He seemed to think carefully before answering,

“He’s upstairs. Locked in his office. I told him your surgery went well and even then, he didn’t come out”

Classic Taeyong. That was the answer you were expecting. And yet, you couldn’t help but hope…

“Y/N… What happened?” Doyoung asked you.

A kaleidoscope of images flashed before your eyes. The hitman, you running behind him. Glass breaking, shots firing everywhere around you. And then the pain. You tried to shake the images away, bring yourself back to the small room with Doyoung.

“I… It wasn’t as easy as we thought. Did he get away?” you asked.

Doyoung shook his head and a sigh of relief escaped from your lips. You wouldn’t be able to bear it if you had failed this miserably.

“He’s downstairs with Yuta. You know how it is” he told you.

You did know. You knew Yuta, the sweet-smiled boy who turned ballistic every time someone came for one of your family. It was almost heartwarming, the lengths he’d go to protect one of his own. But there was nothing heartwarming at Yuta’s work.

You buried the thought somewhere far away in your brain. There would be time to think about that later.

“How long? How long do I have to stay like this?” you asked the man.

“A couple of days. A week… I don’t know. I can’t say for certain” he answered you.

A week. Okay. You’d manage a week in bed. It wouldn’t drive you mad, no, you wouldn’t allow it to. You could do this.

“Doyoung. I want to see him” you said.

Doyoung’s eyes peered into yours and you tried to answer his stare with as much determination as you could manage. Your heart went out to the man, a man you loved and cared for. Despite the harshness of your jobs, you and Doyoung were as close as your situation allowed you to be, and that was something remarkable in itself.

“I’ll go get him. But Y/N…” he was saying when you cut him off.

“I know. ‘Don’t let him get to you.’ I won’t.” you reassured him.

Doyoung gave you a half smile. If you were better, you would have given him a loving shove. But you weren’t. He gave a small squeeze at your hands before getting up and walking towards the door. Halfway there he stopped in his tracks, turning around quickly as if he had remembered something.

“There’s another thing. Ten… He’s outside. He hasn’t left since they brought you here… He’s in every way not okay. Should I..?” he let his voice trail off.

Your partner, Ten. Ten, who was supposed to have your back. Ten, with whom you were the most fun team. Ten, who had seen you kill, who had helped you exploit weak men’s sexual desires, who you had killed with, who you trusted.

Ten, who hadn’t covered for you. Ten, who wasn’t there to see you fall. Ten, who was the reason you were on this bed. Ten.

“Tell him to come inside” you said.

Doyoung nodded, resuming his way towards the door. It took only a few moments for the door to open again, this time to reveal Ten. With one glance, only a few people would have guessed how distressed the man was. Luckily, you were one of those people.

His hair was a mess, not styled in perfection as usual but messy, as if he had let them dry on their own. There was a cut right under his eye and though you could tell it wasn’t deep, the injury was enough to distress you. He was dressed in simple jeans and a black T-shirt and as he walked towards you, you knew something was terribly wrong.

His eyes were trained to the ground as he came to stand on the foot of the bed you were laying on. You could tell that looking up to you was a struggle for the man and when his eyes met yours you knew, you didn’t have it in you to be mad.

If a look could speak, Ten would be apologizing a hundred times over. There was nothing of the playful glint you knew, only seriousness and regret.

“I’m so sorry” he apologized.

“I know, Ten. I know” you told him.

“I should’ve been there. But at the club- I saw the pimp Jaehyun was out for last month and I couldn’t help myself. I got distracted when I should’ve been there for you. I’m sorry” he tried to explain.

The pimp… You thought he’d left town…. The new information made you dizzy, your mind screaming at you to take it easy. You closed your eyes, falling back to the pillows behind you.

“Did you get him?” you asked in a low voice, eyes peering open just a little.

Ten couldn’t hide his smile. He was clearly proud of himself and though the sadistic smile should’ve made you anxious, it only made you glad.

“You know I did” Ten stated simply.

You nodded at his words, because you did know. Ten had a perfect record, was the perfect killer and it was exactly the reason you worked so well together.

“Next time, you’re going to be lying here. Or 6 feet under.” You warned.

You expected Ten’s smile, but you didn’t expect how at ease it helped you feel.

“I’m never leaving you behind. Never again.” He promised.

“You better” you warned once again.

You had to fight the pout that threatened to appear on your face, but you hid it well. Ten was about to say something when the door burst open to reveal Taeyong.

“Well isn’t this charming?” he asked, feigning a sweet tone.

“Taeyong…” you said, his name falling effortlessly from your lips.

He didn’t even look at you, he barely had as he walked into the room. You could see Doyoung hovering at the door, but even he couldn’t help you now.

“Don’t.” he snapped at you, still not giving you even a single look. “You, out.” He ordered, pointing at Ten and then at the door.

Ten shot you a shaky smile before quietly following the older man’s instructions and disappearing behind the closed door. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to follow.

The outburst you were expecting never came. Taeyong took a few calculated strides and buried himself in the armchair next to your bed. He ran his hands over his face and his hair, clearly distraught. You wanted nothing more than to put your arms around him.

You raked your brain for words, for something to say to him. Only a few minutes before you had wanted nothing more than to see him and be with him, and now he was here…

“We could do it you know” he spoke up first.

His eyes were trained on the wall opposite him, an empty look on his face, but it was the tone of his voice that startled you. It was small, almost a whisper and he sounded… Tired. And defeated.

“Do what?” you asked.

“Run away” he stated simply.

He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world. As if you could just walk out of the door the next minute and that would be all. As if you had a choice.

“You know we can’t” you answered him.

“That’s not true. You and I? We could do anything. Even walk out of this right now. We could find a small, secluded cottage. We could make a life there. A peaceful life. Just you and I” he said.

He was serious when he said it, so serious it almost scared you. And the worst thing was, you had thought about this too. Hell, you had even dreamed about it. Leading a peaceful life with Taeyong, somewhere away from the mess you were in, away from this cursed city.

But that’s all it would be. A dream. A peaceful life was not meant for people like you and Taeyong.

“You know we can’t.” you repeated.

At that moment, Taeyong finally turned to look at you. You braced yourself for the weight of his stare, staying completely still as his eyes scanned your body. His eyes found yours again, only to stare at you intensely, his eyes peering in to yours. As much as you were tired, you knew you couldn’t bear to miss this. So you stared right back, with whatever you could manage in your state. You tried to show him that there was nothing you wanted more than to run away with him. But you were running out of time.

He looked away first, and you sighed, your eyes closing and your body relaxing against your pillows. You could only hope he understood.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

You scoffed, biting your bottom lip as you weighed your answer in your head.

“Well I’m not dead. And the asshole is with Yuta. So I’d say I’m good. I’m not looking forward to a week in bed though.” You told him, your gaze trained at your fingers.

“A week? Only a week? I don’t think I’ll be giving you missions for at least a month” he said.

Your head shot up, to find Taeyong already staring at you. Your head started throbbing, but there was no time to take care of it.

“A month? What about Ten? And what am I supposed to do for a month? You can’t-” you were saying, when his loud voice cut through yours.

“I can and I will. Remember who is in charge here, Y/N” he warned, getting up from his seat.

“As if I could ever forget.” You spat at him.

Silence reigned over the room as you took a few breaths to calm yourself. Before Taeyong could say anything, you spoke up,

“I think I’m going to go back to sleep now. Please leave”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as you asked him to leave, the thought of shoving him away more painful than any other. He wordlessly collected himself before moving to stand next to you on the bed.

“Move over” he asked.

You knew what was happening, and you let it happen. Because after all, you didn’t really want him to go away. So you scooted over and Taeyong pulled his shoes off, lying next to you on the small bed.

“Hi” he murmured against your hair.

You only hummed in response, feeling the headache forming under your skull. Laying your head against his chest, you felt his erratic heartbeat underneath the light fabric of his shirt.

“Your heart’s beating so fast” you said in a low voice, careful not to shatter the ambiance of the room.

“It always does when I’m with you. Don’t you know that?” he asked.

You left his question unanswered, opting to simply close your eyes.

It felt so right. Laying there with him, his arms around you, protecting you from harm. His breath against your hair, the rhythmic movement of his chest, his heartbreak under your ear. So why was it that you always fought? Why was it that it hurt?

“I can’t stand seeing you hurt.” he stated simply.

“I know. Because I feel the same way too” you told him.

“I almost killed Ten. Did he tell you that? I gave him that scar on his face” he confessed.

You sat up, turning to face him.

“You hit one of your own? Taeyong…” you let your voice trail off.

“You don’t know what it’s like. To see you lied down like that… And the blood… And then Doyoung said he didn’t know if he… I lost it Y/N. I know it’s wrong but… I don’t think I could ever live without you.” He confessed.

You looked at him, the man who held your heart in his hands, who had all the responsibilities in the world, who made hard decisions without looking back. The man who crumbled in front of you, who stripped himself of his walls for you, who gave you his heart to hold.

There was nothing to be said. Nothing you could say to turn back time or ease his pain. So you did the only thing that felt right and connected your lips to his.

His breath caught at his throat, his hands cupping your face instinctively. You kissed him with everything you had, pouring out your love into the kiss as he did the same, your mouths moving together.

He broke the kiss, connecting your foreheads and trying to catch his breath. You left a trail of kisses across his jaw and neck nestling your head there and breathing him in.

A sudden laugh broke out from you, which made him give you a questioning look.

“It’s nothing just… I never took you for a cottage core kind of guy.” You said, erupting in another fit of giggles.

“Oh shut up” Taeyong said, squeezing your body tighter against his.

“Tae, no, it hurts” you whined.

Taeyong immediately rushed to apologize, sitting up to make sure you’re okay. You wanted to giggle despite everything, watching his distressed state too endearing.

“I’m alright. I just need some sleep” you told him.

“Then I should probably go” Taeyong said.

Just like that, the switch had been flipped. The sweet and loving Taeyong, your Taeyong, was to move over, be replaced by the sure and unyielding mafia leader the world- well, your world knew. You’d lost him.

“Why?” you asked.

“I need to go downstairs to see what Yuta is up to and you need to rest properly” he told you as he pulled his shoes on.

“Okay” you agreed.

So that was it. You had run out of time. Taeyong had to go back to leading and you had to remain here, stuck, alone and in pain. There was no use fighting and if you were being completely honest, you didn’t have it in you to fight. You had no strength to pull him back and tell him to stay.

Taeyong placed a kiss on the top of your head and helped you settle in your bed. You watched him walk out of the door, a bitter taste left in your mouth. Even though you thought you had settled in, it took a lot of tossing and turning before your eyelids got too heavy and sleep claimed you once more.

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The week in bed passed uneventfully with no one but Doyoung fretting over you. Even Ten was too busy with his assignments to keep you company and none of the others cared enough to come to visit. Taeyong would stop by as often as he could manage and you would have to pretend like everything was normal, push away the dark thoughts that were plaguing you.

Because, the truth was, what Taeyong told you the day you woke up had shaken you to the core. The worst thing was, it was true. No one else in your little ‘family’ would be able to just walk out without a target on their backs. Maybe Yuta could manage to get out of the country, but not much further. No, only you and Tae could just leave and get away with it.

And the more you thought about it, the more the idea seemed more and more alluring. Dropping everything here to get out, get away from this life, re-invent yourself, start over.

The question was, could you bear it? Would you be able to live a life stripped of the adrenaline, the discipline, the work, the killing? That unanswered query was the only thing holding you back. The only question left to answer before you made your escape.

Even from Taeyong? A small voice in the back of your head asked. Your eyes searched for the man in question almost in their own accord, finding the mere back of his head. He had resumed the seat next to your bed and you could see his leg moving up and down nervously. His eyes were trained on the TV, a nameless reporter talking of a shooting that took place the previous night. A shooting he had arranged, planned and executed. If it weren’t for his leg, you wouldn’t be able to note no other sign of distraught in the man.

“The investigations will continue on this matter and we hope that justice can be served soon. Back to you, Kathy” the reporter finished.

The screen turned dark with the click of a button as Taeyong ran a hand through his hair.

“Justice? That was justice you idiots!” he screamed. “I gave him justice when I pulled that trigger. But of course they don’t care about that. They don’t care about what he did”

“Tae… Calm down” you said carefully.

He was fragile, like a piece of porcelain. One wrong move and he’d be shattering on the tile floor. So you treaded carefully, your words soft and pleading, until the outburst passed and he became the man you knew, loved and trusted.

“They don’t understand. They never do. Things work different for us, don’t they get it?” he said, throwing himself on the foot of your bed.

“They don’t. And they never will. Because as you said, the world works differently for them. All you can do, is what you’ve always done. Do things your own way, and pray to whoever’s listening that it’s the right way” you said.

“And what if it isn’t?” he whispered.

“Then we pay. All of us” you answered.

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Weeks passed, only helping your choice become clearer. It was time to go. It would be hard to travel with a wound like yours and you trusted no one but Doyoung to treat it. So you waited until you were fully healed, slowly and quietly making preparations.

You knew you couldn’t say good bye to any of them. Not with a letter or with a simple note. Then again, most of you knew that with each mission there was the risk of not coming back, so you hoped that your departure would be a little bit like that. A small taste of death.

Everything had to look simple, as if they were done on a whim. If Taeyong got even the smallest inkling that you had betrayed him, there would be nowhere for you to hide. Your clothes had to be left behind, for you would have to lay low and travel lightly for a while. You packed only the most essential of items, the ones that meant something.

Your laptop and phone where to be left behind too. You placed them neatly on the desk in your room. The note you left was simple and short. Two words that would prove to be enough.

“I’m sorry”

You placed your bags higher up on your shoulder. A sigh left your lips as you pondered your decision once more. Even here, at the nick of time, you were unsure. Could you really just get away from this?

Yes. You do. You have to. The voice inside you told you. So you did. The door of your small apartment closed behind you, as your mind came to terms with the thought of never seeing it again.

What a fool you were.

“You really thought it would be that simple?” a familiar voice asked behind you.

Cold sweat ran through your body, your breath hitching at your throat. You didn’t dare move and even if you wanted to, you were unsure you could. Your feet were stuck in place, the only movement you managed the small shake of your hands.

You could feel the cold metal of your gun on your back. It would take only a move for you to take it in your hands, load it and shoot. But could you do it?

While you were pondering your fate, the man came to stand behind you. He disarmed you easily and you didn’t fight it, only stood frozen as he whispered in your ear.

“Nervous now, are we? You know, he didn’t want to believe what I was telling him. He could never believe that you would abandon him. But I knew. I could always read you like an open book. Isn’t that right?” Jaehyun asked.

But how? How could he ever know? You had been so careful, not to make a single misstep.

“How did you…” you croaked out the words, your throat becoming dry.

“Oh I knew from the minute you were shot. After all, this was all a test. Why did you think Taeyong told you you should run away together? I convinced him to test you. And would you look at that… I was right. Again” Jaehyun said.

“Jaehyun…” you began.

His laugh and the shake of his head made you stop, the words dying at your lips. So that was it, huh?

“Don’t bother. They’re waiting for us at headquarters.” Jaehyun announced.

You gulped, breathing becoming increasingly more difficult. Jaehyun got tired of your stalling, dragging you to the elevator. It was not a pretty sight.

He threw you inside his car and you didn’t bother trying to make an escape. It was all lost now. The peaceful life you thought was only a few steps away, was now completely and utterly lost.

Jaehyun drove in silence, but at a crazy speed. You couldn’t help but think about opening the door and throwing yourself at the concrete. It would be a much better way to go.

However, you lost your chance, the car quickly coming into a stop inside the underground parking lot of the headquarters. Now, there was really nowhere for you to go. You knew your fate and you walked right into it.

Jaehyun opened a door on the third floor, to reveal the rest of your little family. Everyone was there, Taeyong and Doyoung in one corner, someone half hiding behind them. Yuta was lying on the couch next to Ten, waiting for the show to begin. Jungwoo, your ‘man in the desk’ was standing in the back, his arms crossed in front of him. Your family.

In the center of the room, there was a chair. You sat on it willingly, even placing your hands behind you so Jaehyun could handcuff you. You knew the drill. It had been done before.

You didn’t know where to look, so you just looked down, your hair falling to frame your face. You heard Doyoung whisper something, to which Taeyong simply scoffed. You raised your head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person hiding behind the two men, but his back was turned to you.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we? I’m bored” Yuta spoke up.

Everyone’s heads turned to his direction, which finally gave you the chance to see your mystery guest. As your eyes took in his side profile, your heart dropped in your chest. What was he doing in here?

“Mark…” your lips formed his name in nothing but a whisper.

Everyone was too busy arguing with Yuta to hear you. All but one. Jaehyun, who was still standing behind you, bend down to whisper in your ear.

“Oh that? Also a little gift from me. We couldn’t just miss a member like that… You know how this goes” Jaehyun mocked you.

You did know. Once a member leaves, their place has to be filled. In a ceremony much like this one, you were brought into the family. And now, it was Mark’s turn.

Mark, who brought you flowers and made you flower crowns. Mark, who still slept with a light on and was afraid of the dark. Mark, who you held in your arms when he was born and was the one person you said good bye to. Mark, whose hands shook when you told him you were leaving and that you didn’t expect to come back. Your little Markie, your baby brother.

Their conversation had died down, but your ears were still ringing. Your hands shook behind you, the only thing you wanted at the moment was to take Mark away from this awful place, to save him. You didn’t care what happened to you, the only thought in your mind being how to turn this around.

“Why? Why him?” you asked no one in particular.

“Because it would hurt you the most. Because it will send a message. Because it’s just how it goes” Jaehyun answered you.

“Jaehyun. Enough.” Doyoung stepped in.

Jaehyun was about to argue, when Taeyong raised his hand to stop him. He took a step towards you and it took all the self-control you had to keep yourself from crying. His eyes locked with yours and you could see the fire burning in them.

“You told me once that the day would come when all of us would pay for what we’ve done. Today is the day you pay. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Taeyong asked.

His voice was eerily steady. It shocked you how composed he looked, how sure. You cleared your throat, praying to anyone who was listening to keep your voice from breaking.

“No. Nothing at all. I failed the test and now I will pay the price” you stated.

Your eyes drifted from Taeyong’s to Mark’s. There was something about the way he was looking at you that broke your heart.

“I’m sorry.” You said to him.

“As you should be.” Jaehyun snapped at you. “Who wants to go first?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. It send a shiver down your spine, one you didn’t bother to contain.

“Mark, please” was the only thing you said.

“There’s no going back now sis. I’ll see you on the other side” Mark said.

As much as you wanted to keep yourself from crying, those words shook you to the core. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You closed your eyes, hoping that would stop the tears from falling, but you could feel them running down your cheeks.

“Just do it” you whispered.

“Since no one is volunteering, I’ll go first” Jaehyun said. “Any last words?”

Silence reigned over the room. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to choke down a sob. The first shot would be the worst one, you knew it. The gunshot echoed all around the room, making your ears ring. You cried out, for Jaehyun played dirty, shooting you right were your previous wound was.

Jungwoo stepped up, taking the gun off Jeahyun’s hands. Wordlessly, he pointed at your shoulder, his shot shaking you, almost dropping you off your chair. You felt the darkness come over you, inching closer and closer. Yuta’s shot found the upper part of your abdomen and with it, came oblivion.

But you weren’t dead yet. Ten’s shot was careless, shooting somewhere in your abdomen. Right after, he stormed out of the room, Jungwoo following hot on his heels. Doyoung took the gun with shaking hands, his shot missing your body. He turned to Taeyong, fearing his disappointment, his rage. But he didn’t find any.

Taeyong was hidden away behind his cold façade, no trace of emotion on his face. He stepped up, raising his hand to wordlessly ask for the weapon. Doyoung gave it to him, before storming out of the room, not bearing to look any more.

His hands weren’t shaking as they aimed at your heart. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was it still beating for him. He loaded the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Then, he thought of something.

“Why don’t you do it?” He asked the boy that was standing next to him.

He was like that once. Green, unskilled, a white canvas for someone to paint on. And he’d be sure to colour him black. Mark took a deep breath, glancing back and forth from the gun to his dying sister. He stepped up, taking the loaded gun into his hands and aiming.

“Bye bye Y/N” he whispered under his breath.

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bestworstcase · 4 years ago

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farran rereads lost lagoon: chapters 3-4

- a shot-put ball, according to my cursory research, weighs in the neighborhood of 6-16 pounds. leila howland expects me to believe that princess “hoisted an adult woman 70 ft into the air on the daily with nothing but a pulley and raw upper body strength” rapunzel has a hard time picking up a shot.

anyways

- rapunzel thinks about how she used to talk to herself in her tower when she was isolated (and lonely) but stopped once she came to corona, and this girl looked like she was talking to herself, and it gave rapunzel this weird sense of familiarity! now what in the world could that mean? its so subtle i can’t quite put my finger on it.

again, romance novel.

less sardonically - i will say that tts cass has never struck me as an especially lonely person. yes, rapunzel is quite possibly her first ever close friend, but cass also appears to be on pleasant terms with her coworkers and has at least one or two friendships or mentor-type relationships among the guards (stan and pete). animals in tts are anthropomorphized enough to qualify as humans, and cassandra is unequivocally friends with owl and fidella. she is friendly if not friends with at least one coronan citizen (monty). she’s utterly unfazed by crowley’s crabbiness. she’s able to get along with the pub thugs. in vardaros she befriends vex with ease and makes herself right at home among the citizenry at large. there is zero friction between her and lance - at most she rolls her eyes when he’s being ridiculous. and out of the main cast, cassandra is the one who seems closest to varian in s1 - like, she has actual bonding moments with him.

THE POINT BEING, cassandra may not have a lot of close friends, but she is nevertheless personable and demonstrates the ability to adapt herself to suit a variety of social environments. maybe i’m projecting here - i have very few close offline friends because my preference for in-person socialization is for it to be very casual - but taken together this doesn’t scream ‘lonely person’ to me. it instead says ‘person who finds social fulfillment in a wide net of friendly acquaintanceships’ and possibly also ‘person who finds close, emotionally intimate relationships worthwhile but very demanding to maintain, and so seldom or never seeks them out.’

this, absolutely, a very subjective reading of her character - it is just as plausible for cass to be someone who is socially competent but feels inwardly unfulfilled until rapunzel comes along. but even in that reading, this implication that cassandra is as deeply lonely, as thoroughly isolated in corona as rapunzel was in her tower is baldly absurd.

- i think i will have more thoughts about how arianna is characterized and the relationship she and rapunzel have with each other later in the story. for now it feels rather mechanical, and like arianna exists in the story to facilitate cassunzel happening.

- cassandra comes across to me like she has an anxiety disorder written by someone who doesn’t quite know how to convey how that feels? she catastrophizes: what if rapunzel thinks cass attacked her? will she get in trouble? but then she stops to make snide comments about rapunzel’s security detail ‘[falling] down on the job’ and concludes with an impressive amount of certainty that rapunzel isn’t going to make a big deal of it, after all. that… isn’t how anxiety works?

then, immediately, she finds a note from her father scolding her for slacking off—making it clear that she is indeed in trouble, like she feared—and her response is to scoff and throw it away. zero concern about being in trouble. zero worry about the consequences she might face for refusing the pointed “offer” of being rapunzel’s lady-in-waiting. like… this isn’t anxiety. i’m positive it’s meant to convey anxiety, but it comes across as cassandra just being… melodramatic and rude and grumpy. like a teenager. it’s unpleasant. and it bears very little resemblance to tts cass, who expresses a clear and consistent anxiety regarding the security of her job and the looming threat of a convent.

- secondly: “Friedborg reported that you missed your afternoon duties AGAIN. Please be advised that this is unacceptable. The queen is looking for a lady-in-waiting to serve Princess Rapunzel. It would be a great opportunity for you, and you must show the queen how prepared you are to train her in the ways of the court.” i am 100% convinced that howland thought cass was rapunzel’s age or younger. if friedborg is effectively cassandra’s direct supervisor, and she is reporting absences to cassandra’s father instead of addressing this with cassandra directly, the only explanation that makes sense is that cassandra is not of legal age.

- “Ladies don’t wield weapons, lead military strategy meetings, or race on horseback. Ladies do needlework, flower arranging, and hairstyling.”

sighs.

i am not going to argue that corona, in any incarnation, isn’t culturally sexist. it is. there are no women in the guard, no women in trades, no female business owners in the vein of monty or xavier or feldspar. besides rapunzel and arianna - who as the monarch’s spouse has very little in the way of actual political power - there are no women in the upper echelons of the government. besides cassandra, the only gnc women around are criminals. cass is denied even a chance to join the guard for no evident reason, even though her father allows eugene - a man he openly despises - to take the tests and then begrudgingly hires him when he passes. no one sees an issue with this, even though cassandra is demonstrably overqualified.

however.

howland makes this cultural sexism explicit text, and she does so in such a way that it implies something pretty horrifying about the already pretty horrifying corona-saporia unification backstory.

i am talking, of course, about general shampanier. you know, the female saporian general whom herz der sonne married when the two kingdoms were unified. the female saporian general who personally dueled der sonne for hours, according to under raps. the female saporian general who, forget military strategy meetings, led an entire goddamn army. i will accept the possibility that shampanier did not ride horses, because rapunzel’s return suggests that saporians have some sort of cultural objection to that. but this book predates rapunzel’s return by a large margin, and it isn’t canon anyway, so odds are the general shampanier of this story rode a warhorse at some point or another in her illustrious career of being the general of an army!!!

this woman - general shampanier - became the queen, the wife of arguably corona’s most historically important king, at a defining moment in coronan political and cultural history. tts and lost lagoon would both have us believe that this was a romantic, peaceful union between two people and two nations, but a few hundred years later - this. ladies don’t fight. ladies don’t belong in the war tent. ladies don’t ride horses. cass takes these things for granted as facts of life. but general shampanier did all of those things, and she did them extremely well, and she became corona’s queen.

WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT HAPPENED TO SHAMPANIER’S LEGACY?

how did corona go from a warrior-queen to this, in just a few hundred years? the most plausible answer is that the background radiation of sexism and, perhaps, anti-saporian bias was powerful enough to unravel any cultural impact she may have otherwise had, deep enough to render her an outlier, an aberration, an exception to the rule that women do not act like that.

even arguing here that ‘lady’ specifically means ‘noblewoman’ doesn’t add up - because, again, general shampanier became THE QUEEN. you don’t get more noblewoman than that!

it feels unfair to judge this book with details added in season 3—such as the fact that shampanier is evidently not buried with herz der sonne—but this total lack of a cultural impact from general shampanier, queen of corona, feels very telling even without taking those tidbits of extra-textual information into consideration.

and good god, saporia hasn’t even properly entered the narrative yet! this is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg!

*deep breath*

moving. on.

- continuing the theme of cass being a child larping as a guard recruit: she has a closetful of weapons which she maintains to the exacting standards of the handbook, but skips out on her job to “train” in secret because evidently she’ll do ANYTHING to get on the guard except, you know, demonstrate a modicum of responsibility with the job she has now.

- moreover while i think cartography is a neat hobby for cassandra to have, it… doesn’t make a lot of sense if it’s part of some nebulous plan to ~prove herself worthy~ of being on the guard. like, cartography straight up isn’t a relevant skill, and while knowing the countryside could certainly be helpful for guard work in the event a criminal goes to ground in the wilderness, it’s like… it’s like if i applied for my current job, which is in software/tech support, by focusing an intensive amount of energy on teaching myself spanish. fluency in spanish is a useful skill and one that i could turn into an asset within the bounds of my current job, and it might be the deciding factor in me getting hired over someone else with equivalent experience and skill in computing and tech support (which is what the job involves) because, yes, some of our clients are ESL spanish-speakers. but it’s—there’s a disconnect. if i were in a tight competition to get this job i would be pouring my time into sharpening my programming skill and polishing up a portfolio of relevant work. i wouldn’t be devoting hours upon hours to learning spanish. right?

on the other hand—if cartography is a hobby cassandra is passionate about, and she’s 16 or 17 or 18 and she really likes the idea of being on the guard and really feels like she can do it and is bored with her dumb teenager job and desperate to get her dad to make her a guard without actually grasping what being a guard entails or the kind of work it involves or what she actually, realistically needs to do to have a shot, then… yeah, skipping work to play pretend with her weapons and convincing herself that her favorite hobby is totally going to prove to her dad that she’s ready to be a guard!!! makes perfect sense. it’s no different from tts varian tunnel visioning so hard on this fantasy of ‘i’ll surprise my whole village with hot running water and then my dad will be proud of me!!!’ that he neglects basic safety measures and accidentally blows the whole system up. it’s not realistic. it’s a fantasy. it’s play.

- the only time cassandra brings up eugene’s criminal past in tts is to mock him for being a loser. like. literally. the plot of fitzherbert pi kicks off when she calls him a “two-bit hood” and then when he fires back that flynn rider was a LEGEND!!! she fires back “key word being was. and… what is it you do now?” and that’s the only time she brings it up. granted this is 6-7 months into their relationship but… still, frankly i never got the impression that “former thief” was anywhere close to the top of cassandra’s list of reasons for hating eugene. he’s just a dick. she doesn’t like him because he’s a huge selfish jerk and she warms up to him after her starts behaving better.

- rapunzel goes to the ty lee school of flirting. just… laugh really hard at everything your crush says even if it’s not funny.

- despite my… intense and rapidly growing dislike for how cassandra is characterized in this book, her experiencing an actual physical reaction when rapunzel enters her space without permission is good. it’s about the boundaries. it has always been about the boundaries, and rapunzel crossing them, and the intractable messiness that arises from that.

- in fact: how many times does rapunzel cross boundaries in just this one little scene? oh, let me count the ways!

1 - when cassandra goes to shut the door, rapunzel ducks under her arm to enter the room. (eugene attempts to enter as well, but cass succeeds in blocking him.)

2 - missing or ignoring cassandra’s first “go away” hint about only playing individual sports.

3 - missing or ignoring cassandra’s second “go away” hint (“I let the silence get awkward.”)

4 - arranging cassandra’s invitation to the feast of elodie the great with the captain beforehand, so cass can’t use him as an excuse to decline.

5 - missing or ignoring cassandra’s obvious discomfort with this news, taking cassandra’s attendance at the feast as a done deal, and skipping straight to asking cassandra to sit next to her.

6 - in response to cassandra’s very diplomatic signal of not wanting to do that (“I sit wherever I’m assigned”), she declares that she’ll make sure cassandra is assigned to sit next to her.

7 - touching without permission, which makes cassandra flinch.

all of which results in cassandra making what she considers to be a “tactical surrender.” and then shutting and locking her door, because she feels so rattled. as i recall, lagoon is actually a lot mellower on the boundary violations front - and rapunzel actually learns better over the course of the story, which is probably the biggest reason that lost lagoon is not canon and cannot be canon to tts - but it feels worth writing this sort of thing out because, well. it is one of the dead horses i keep clobbering.

#lost lagoon reread #-cries in worldbuilding-#rta

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brianc521 · 5 years ago

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Valentines | CEO Peter

Peter was a classy man. He wasn’t one that went for cliches and he wasn’t one to fall for the world's antics on celebrating a ‘day of love’ just as a ploy to spend money on candy and flowers.

Last year, since you were in love with the idea of valentine's day, he agreed to take you to dinner, allowed you to dress him up and then dress him down at the end of the night.

Hearts and flowers weren’t totally this thing, or well at least not in public.

This time around? Different story.

Peter is really lovesick. He is head over cufflinks in love with you. You’re wearing his ring, and your initials are tattoo’d just behind his ear. He is devoted to you, and he wants you to know that. So he might have gone a little crazy. It really didn’t help that he hasn’t seen you all week.

You’ve been in Ohio, with he who shall not be named, on a work business trip. You were meant to be home yesterday morning, but weather loves to fuck things up. Your plane was delayed and you didn’t end up getting into town but around 3 am this morning. Since your brother lives just around the corner from the airport, and you and Peter live a good 45 minutes away, it just made sense to crash at Ashtons.

Peter understood, and really didn’t want you driving that far while being dead tired, he needed you safe. With that said, it still really sucked to spend yet another night alone in the cold sheets.

Soooooo, that amped up his wanting to do something special for you.

The man not only had the whole store catered for breakfast for you and your employee’s, he also had your office completely filled with dozens of bouquets of roses and sunflowers (your two most favorite flowers).

But that’s not all. You kept finding little gifts everywhere. Opening your desk drawer to grab a notepad left you munching on a box of chocolates. Accepting the shipment for the day had you hugging a 6 ft teddy bear.

You called him once the shipment guys left, leaving you alone in the back of the shop.

“Mrs. Mendes, Happy Valentine’s day!” Stan answers cheerfully.

“Hi Stan! Happy Valentine’s day to you too!”

“Thank you Mrs. Mendes.”

“He busy right now?” You ask, chewing on your thumb nail.

You hear some shuffling and a murmured voice. “He’s about to step into a meeting, he’s walking past me as we speak.”

“My wife?” You hear in the background, and then suddenly his voice fills your ear. “Hi Baby.”

“Hi Love.” You sigh, melting into your seat from the sound of his voice alone. “I don’t wanna keep you.”

“Please do.” He responds.

“Bad meeting?”

“A fire is about to go out.” He nods, using some code to tell you he’s about to fire someone.

“Oh, well then call me after.”

“Or better yet, I’ll pick you up after.” He quips.

“Um,”

“I got the rest of the day off.” He bribes.

“Okay, when should I expect you.” You grin.

“Really? You can come?”

“Baby, I’m the boss, I can leave if I want. I’ve just spent the week working for this place in a different state.”

“It’s sexy when you say things like that.” You hear a gag and then Peter’s rough chuckle. “Fuck off Stan.”

You smile and bite your lip, taking notice of how good of a mood he’s in.

“Well? Am I ditching this place or what?”

“Be ready in 30, this fire won’t take long.”

“Okay, and Mr. Mendes?”

“Yes?”

“You’re always sexy.”

He chokes a bit and you giggle as you hang up your phone, strutting your stuff off to the sales floor to tell Micheal you’ll be leaving soon.

You start running a little when you see him leaning against his 2019 Porsche 911. He looks too good to be true, and he’s all yours.

“Baby!” He cheers, standing up straight to catch you as you jump into his arms.

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His arms tighten as you bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your neck as he takes in a deep breath of your perfume. A plus from you working at a body shop, you always smell so good.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your skin. “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.”

“I won’t, that was pure torture.”

He walks you around to the passenger side of his car, tapping your bum a few times to get you to hop down.

“Can I drive?” You grin at him, eyeing the car.

“If you’re good maybe I’ll let you someday, but today I have plans in store that are meant to be a surprise.” He says helping you into the seat. He shuts your door, walking around the car and slipping in himself.

“Can I have a kiss then?”

“You don’t even have to ask that question.” He hums, leaning over the console to plant his lips on yours.

“Thanks for my flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear. Although I don’t need a teddy bear, I already have you.”

“Okay, so you’re going to be extra cheesy today?” He raises his eyebrow at you as he pulls out of the parking garage.

“Me? You sir had me drowning in roses today.”

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ve arranged for Bailey to get your gifts at the end of the work day when the store closes. I don’t want him messing up your conversion walking in and out so much.”

You stare at him in awe and lean over to kiss his cheek. “The team says thank you for breakfast, and I’m saying thank you for being an incredible husband.”

“Speaking of that.” He clears his throat. “We keep calling each other husband and wife.”

“Yes we do and it confuses the hell out of everyone, I love it.” You giggle.

“What if it didn’t anymore?” He inquired.

“What do you mean?”

“What if I told you we’d actually be married by the end of the night?”

“Really?”

“What if I told you Bailey was setting up an Officiant right now?”

“Really?” You squeal turning to him. “What about the wedding we’re already planning? You know with our Mom’s, the planner, the dress designer?”

“We’ll have that.” He nods. “But it’s taking too long to make you my actual wife. So what if we got married today, and again in a year when the wedding’s planned. We’ll know we’re already married, to everyone else they’ll celebrate our marriage, for us we’ll celebrate our anniversary?” He grins, looking at you.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” He teases.

“I mean a honeymoon has to happen right?” You tease back.

“Oh Baby you don’t even know what you just asked for.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror and smile. Peter had taken you to pick out a simple dress for tonight, then to a jeweler to pick out his and your ring, and then dropped you off at home with a stylist team to glam you the fuck up.

Bailey holds the door for you as you climb into the limo. Peter’s going full out tonight. Pulling out all the stops.

The drive to the venue is short, mainly because you’re heavy in your thoughts, but before you know it Bailey is opening the door for you and helping you out.

You’re handed a bouquet of roses and sunflowers while ushered into the dim building. A few of the stylists fuss about a few strands of your hair, and fix your dress a bit. When they finally have perfected your look they scurry away.

Music starts and Bailey appears to open the double doors for you. “Ready?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You smile at Bailey.

“You make a beautiful Bride Mrs. Mendes, thank you for being in our lives.” With that Bailey opens the door and watches you walk down the aisle.

Peter has booked out the most amazing venue, it’s empty, save for an arch in place behind Peter and the officiant. Raul and Shawn stand in the front row, both in nice slacks and a button up shirt. Raul’s in red, Shawn’s in yellow, matching your flowers. They both smile at you and watch you walk to Peter at the end of the aisle.

Before you know it Peter is dipping you down to kiss you fiercely, you’re named Mrs. Mendes, officially, and suddenly the world is just right. You finally feel like you belong in this crazy place.

“Congrats!” Shawn cheers, Raul whistling as Peter stands you back up, hand firmly gripping your ass.

You giggle as you pull away, turning towards the boys. Peter kisses your cheek and is ready to whisk you off, but you laugh harder as you stare at Shawn and Raul.

“What are you laughing at Sis?” Raul asks.

“You look like Ketchup and Mustard.” You lose it when they stare at each other and laugh too. Peter lets out a good belly laugh and shakes his head.

“Let’s go, I’m ready to take my wife home, and kick these losers out.” He tugs you down the aisle.

“Oh we can at least get the McDonalds boys dinner.” You giggle, cackling at the fact that your jokes are just gonna keep on rolling.

“Wow, make her a Mendes and she suddenly feels like she can tease you.” Shawn says to Raul, nudging his elbow.

Raul grins and rushes towards you and Peter, swooping you up over his shoulder, twirling in circles. “Oh Sis, what’s the matter? Feeling a little dizzy?”

“Raul stop!” You laugh, hitting his back repeatedly.

“Raul.” Peter stands straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Put my wife down before something seriously happens to you.”

“Ooh, scary.” Raul scoffs, setting you back on your heeled feet. You sway and reach for Peter as you try to regain your footing.

Peter swings you up into his arms, holding you with one arm under your back and the other under your knees.

“What is with you two and picking me up?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s customary for the groom to walk his wife over the threshold.”

“We’re not home though.” You point out with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m practicing then.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Okay, we don’t need to see you practice for the honeymoon.” Shawn gags.

Peter rolls his eyes, looking to Bailey as you all step outside. “Bailey, take Mickey-” He points to Shawn, “And Dee-” He points to Raul, “Home so I can take my wife away from the greasy mess they are.”

“Haha.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “Very funny dickhead.” Raul shakes his head. “You wanted us to match her flowers, we were good brothers and followed your orders. Should be thanking us.”

Peter smiles, looking at his brother, setting you down and engulfing each in a huge hug. “I do thank you. Thanks for being the witnesses to the greatest achievement of my life.”

Each brother wraps you up in a big hug, leaving you with your Husband.

“Well Mrs. Mendes,” Peter holds your hand as he leads you to his Porsche. “What do you say about driving me to the beach house?”

“I get to drive?”

“I told you if you were good you could.” He nods opening the drivers side for you.

“And if I want to be bad?”

“Oh Baby you’ve got a whole mini honeymoon to be bad.”

“Mini honeymoon?”

He nods, leaning against the car. “Beach house this weekend, alone. Month in Bora Bora once you’re settled at work.”

You raise your eyebrows, grinning at him. “So I have a lot of time to be bad.”

“Do your worst Mrs. Mendes.”

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resincritters · 5 years ago

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Thank you everyone for your amazing support and generosity! My sister and I are still in the same boat of impending homelessness/being forced to move in with our abusive parents. You're kindness right now is truly helping us get through this tough situation.

I haven't spoken about this yet, because I haven't had time.

The same day my sister and I were told we're being kicked out of our home, my fathers farm was flooded.

I want to make it clear that any damage to the farm is covered by insurance, and I am not asking for any kind of donation towards the farm.

However, while we are tasked with clearing out an entire house in LESS than a month we are also tasked with major cleanup at the farm. The clean up cannot be put on hold due to major safety concerns, and some of the neighbors could become trapped with no way out as we expect more rain. Culverts are blocked and houses and other structures are in danger if there is another major rain.

We don't live at the farm, so our neighbors who do live there called us and told us what was happening. There are 6 structures on the farm. 2 barns, a lean to, 2 sheds and a root cellar. We were told one of the barns was completely flooded. Things were very confusing and I feared the worst. Depending on which barn was flooded, that meant we could have lost 2 tractors, a hay cutter, winder rower, bailer, ATV, wood splitter and side by side. We got lucky that it was another barn that was flooded. However the barn that was had our wood splitter in it, which has sentimental value as it was built by my great grandpa. The root cellar hangs directly above the creek at about 20 ft high. The creek is typically no more than 1-2 ft deep. During the flood the water level was almost even with the root cellar.

How did this happen?

Our neighbor threw a mattress into the creek on the same day there was 4+ inches of rain. The mattress blocked a culvert which caused major water backup. Because of the backup our makeshift bridges (3 logs that are 16 ft long and about 1x2 feet wide) dislodged and also blocked culverts, six culverts total are on the road to and on the farm.

The blocked culverts caused the stream to jump over and into the road. The stream bed was bare and the road was flooded. More than half of the road was completely destroyed. All of the culverts were completely unburied

Boulders the size of a truck rolled down the mountains and into the road. A bridge to cross the stream was collapsed.

The 2 pictures in the middle are the ROAD, not the creek. We had some major strokes of luck through this. 2 weeks ago we moved the cattle from field A to field B. Field A is the one that flooded. Everyone told us our wood splitter had absolutely been washed away. We found it. It is still inside the barn, completely buried under debris.

Under that pile of debris is the wood splitter.

2 culverts that were used as a bridge were unburied and moved 25-30 ft and fencing that we put up not even 2 years ago has been washed away.

Today we begin clean up. Our neighbors who have lived on this land for generations have used the land as their dumping grounds. There are multiple cliffs all over the land there, they go to the top of our cliff and dump their trash over and into the stream below. The trash that has washed up from the flood is unbelievable. We are contacting the DNR, as this has been an ongoing issue and this flood would not have gone so out of control of it weren't for them-I repeat- throwing a mattress into the creek.

All things considered, we suffered only minor destruction to our own property while the road was almost completely destroyed. Our cattle are all safe and the state has already made a new road.

#resincritters;personal

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kissmetae · 7 years ago

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Soft breaths

x Taehyung

AU: Domestic || You and your boyfriend enjoy a day of christmas shopping and finish it off by replacing the cold with the heat of each other ;)

SMUT | 4.4k | x reader

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

Rating: MATURE | sexual content, unprotected sex

A/N: This is a soft domestic lovers au uwu ft. christmas shopping It turned out shorter than I expected but i hope that won’t affect its quality. Some smut features include the succ, fingering, dirty talk and passionate love making gone rough uwu

It was that time of year again.

Christmas decorations were being put up in each and every shop and all across town. The yearly ”isn’t it too early?” debate had begun and the air was quickly getting colder.

Next to you under the warm covers was the mess of hair belonging to your boyfriend. His arm was wrapped snuggly around your waist and his face was resting peacefully by your neck.

Long calm breathes tickled your skin and he let out low whimpers in his sleep.

You were half awake, his sudden whimpers causing you to slowly wake up.

”T-Taehyung?” You mumbled sleepily, rolling over slightly.

He let out a low humming sound, beginning to wake up.

You stretched carefully, making sure you wouldn’t move too much.

Taehyung’s readjusted his arm, tightening his gentle grip.

You pulled a hand through his messy hair soothingly, moving it away from his face.

He looked so peaceful.

Until he suddenly whimpered again.

Was he perhaps dreaming something?

You continued playing with hair, knowing how much it relaxed him.

After a while his long eyelashes fluttered and he moved a little, stretching his legs out before he opened his eyes.

He let out a soft groan.

”Good morning baby.” He mumbled, his voice deep and raspy.

”Good morning my love.”

He smiled widely and stretched out properly before pulling you even closer to his warm broad chest.

”I don’t want to leave bed.” He whined.

”We don’t have to.” You ensured.

”You’re right, but I have a plan for us today.”

”A plan?”

”A plan.” He repeated cutely, brushing his nose against yours.

”What is your plan?” You asked curiously.

”My baby has to give me a good morning kiss first.” He smirked, chuckling lightly.

You shared a sweet kiss.

Slow and soft.

Your lips caressing the plumpness of his with a gentle smacking sound.

He took a deep breath and smiled at you.

”I thought, maybe we could…”

”Stay in bed all day?” You filled in suggestively, hitting your head against his chest gently and nuzzling against him.

He chuckled.

”I thought we could go into town and look at the decorations and maybe give each other some Christmas gift inspiration. And after that we could maybe have dinner somewhere nice?” He suggested.

Instead of responding you pulled the covers over your head.

A wild Taehyung suddenly appeared next to you under the covers.

You hid against his chest.

”I’m not ready to face the world yet, it’s so cold.”

”How about we stay in a bed a little longer and then go to town?”

You nodded against his chest and you felt his hand stroke up and down your back.

”Are you feeling extra cuddly today baby?” He asked with a giggle and pulled the covers back down.

You nodded again.

His body was so warm and the air surrounding you was so cold.

”What were you dreaming earlier?” You suddenly asked, looking up at him.

”Dreaming?” He raised a brow questioningly.

”Yes, you were whimpering earlier-”

”Oh, I-” he interrupted himself with a shy chuckle. ”It was nothing.”

”Tell me!”

”It was nothing innocent…”

”Now you really have to tell me…”

He blushed, ears and cheeks going a faint rosy tint.

”You know… just my beautiful girlfriend moaning my name while I fuck her.” He laughed shamefully.

”You’re perverse!”

”Says the person who said she dreamt of riding me the other day so she woke me up, so she could ride-”

”Stop!” You laughed.

”You were so loud.” He teased

”In the dream?”

”Yeah.”

”How loud?” You wanted to tease him more.

He shook his head with a wide grin.

”Taehyung!” You moaned.

”Please stop.”

”Taehyung!”

”Stop!”

You giggled.

”That’s enough! Let’s have some breakfast!” He said, flustered.

”10 more minutes…” you begged.

”Five, and don’t try to turn me on.”

You snuggled up to him innocently and he placed a soft kiss against your forehead.

”I love you.” He whispered.

”I love you too.”

—

You made some breakfast together and sat down to eat.

You were wearing one of Taehyung’s big hoodies to keep yourself warm and waited eagerly for your tea to cool down enough for you to drink it, to warm yourself up even more but from the inside.

You heard the sound of the bathroom door opening followed by footsteps across the floor.

You turned around to look over your shoulder and saw Taehyung with a towel wrapped around his hips.

His skin was glowing and his hair was wet.

He headed towards the bedroom and you got a glance of his toned back, small drops of water making their way from his hair down his shoulder blades.

You drank your tea and after a while he came back out of the bedroom dressed in fitted black slacks and an oversized turtleneck sweater.

In his right ear dangled a plain simple chain accompanied by two small studs.

You only had to get dressed and you would be ready to go, but you wanted to finish your tea first.

Taehyung joined you in the kitchen and sat down next to you on one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.

”What tea is that?” He asked curiously.

”I think it was green tea and cinnamon.”

”Can I try?”

You handed over the large mug to him and he had a tiny sip.

”Christmassy.” He commented and handed it back to you.

You quickly finished what was left and went to get dressed.

—

Taehyung’s hand was holding yours tightly in his pocket when you walked towards the main street in town. Shops and cafés lined the streets and each window was festively decorated for the season.

You were both bundled up in the cold wearing big scarves, gloves and warm coats.

Every shop you walked into was warm and toasty, causing blood to rush to your face from the sudden temperature change and make your skin blush.

Taehyung’s cheeks and the tip of his nose had a rose tint to them, making him look even more adorable than he already did all bundled up.

After a few more shop stops you headed to a bakery café down the street for a well-earned break.

You had made the not so wise choice to wear heeled boots for the day. They were pretty and comfortable, but not made for long distance walking. As a result your feet were mildly aching and sitting down felt like such a relief.

You shared a gingerbread cupcake and ordered a hot drink each from the seasonal menu.

Calm festive music was playing in the café, adding to the cozy atmosphere. You took a sip of your drink and threw a glance at Taehyung who was taking a piece of the cupcake with the spoon in his hand.

A variety of bags were resting against the table leg beneath and you and Taehyung talked about what you could’ve possibly missed. You could of course always go back to town and pick up whatever whenever but it was nice to have things done.

“Do we have wrapping?”

“We have plenty left from last year, I checked it before.” Taehyung smiled and took a sip of his own drink.

Eventually you came to the conclusion that you should call it a day and head back to the comfort of your own home.

“Yes! My feet are aching.”

“Your feet hurt? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s manageable, don’t worry.”

“Manageable could get worse, so let’s definitely call It a day now.”

You finished your drinks and the cupcake, got bundled up in your outer wear again and assembled all the bags, making sure not to forget any under the table.

You walked to the nearest bus stop and the bus wouldn’t arrive for another 7 minutes. It wasn’t too bad, but the nipping cold made it a bit less bearable.

“Are you cold?” You asked Taehyung.

He shook his head.

“Are you?”

“No.”

You turned around and looked at the bus time on the monitor again.

6 minutes.

Taehyung had his scarf wrapped snug around his neck and lower face. You moved all the bags you were carrying to one hand and reached up to his face. Gently, you moved a few strands of his hair away from his face.

He buried himself deeper in the scarf to hide his flustered smile. You poked his nose and he giggled.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Boop.”

Taehyung moved his bags to one hand as well and poked your nose back.

You grabbed his free hand with yours and squeezed it gently.

You got back home and put all the bags down in the hallway and quickly kicked off your shoes, finally getting some relief for your feet.

Taehyung took off his coat and hung it up on one of the coat hangers.

“We must’ve walked more than we thought.” He pointed out, taking off his shoes.

“It’s easy to get distracted when you have a handsome man next to you.” You sighed, making him laugh.

“How are your feet?” He asked.

“Already better, I just needed to take my shoes off.” You said and walked into the living room.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you?” He asked and you suddenly felt yourself being pulled back by two strong arms.

“I’m ok! I’m ok!” You giggled, his hands tickling your waist.

He wrapped his arms around you tighter and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I want to cuddle.” He pouted.

You turned around in his embrace to face him and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“To make up for the cold.” He said in a low tone, eyeing you from the lips to your eyes.

Was he hinting on something else?

His lips brushed softly against yours before giving you a gentle kiss.

One hand of his travelled down your back, over your hip and sneakily grabbed the hem of your dress. He pulled it up to your hip with a caressing motion up your thigh.

A smirk lingered at his lips.

You grabbed a hold of both of his wrists and yanked them away from you, holding them in a tight grip between you.

Taehyung looked at you with confused longing eyes.

…Didn’t you want him?

Your hands caressed his wrists and you walked back towards the sofa.

”You have nothing to worry about baby.” You said soothingly. ”Now sit down.”

He could hint something deviant in your expression, but he still followed your command.

You placed your hands on his knees and spread his legs further apart.

He looked up at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

You sat down on your knees on the floor, between his legs, your hands leaving his knees and beginning to move up along his inner thighs.

He didn’t speak a word, watching you intensely.

He wanted to question what you were doing… but he was unable to form words, just hoping it was leading to what he thought it would.

Your left hand caressed his inner thigh while your right hand moved over his bulge.

It got heavier for him to breathe as you began to gently rub your hand over his crotch.

He leaned his head back against the sofa and you began palming harder, adding more pressure and feeling the outline of his growing erection.

He exhaled deeply.

You removed your hand to see his hard cock strain against the tight fabric.

Taehyung looked down at you and noticed, as well as felt, how hard he had become from your touch.

Still not daring to interrupt he let you keep going.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

He knew for sure what was coming now.

You grabbed the hem of his jeans together with his boxers and began to pull them down slowly. He lifted his hips, assisting you with getting his jeans and boxers down his thighs and then off, leaving him nude from the waist down.

His hard cock slapped against his toned lower abdomen, begging to be touched by the looks of it.

Taehyung felt an urge to fidget with something as a slight nervousness began to build up.

”what are you going to do?” He finally built up the courage to ask.

”Make you feel good.” You ensured.

You trailed your fingers from the base of his shaft to the tip, fingers brushing gently over the faint veins trailing up his cock.

He twitched when your fingertips suddenly came in contact with the sensitive head.

You wrapped your hand around his dick gently at the very top and began to draw circles with your thumb surrounding the tiny slit.

Head leaned back again and he inhaled at the sudden pleasure he was introduced to.

You let your hand slide down his length and tighten around him, and you began to jerk him off slowly.

You got up on your knees, a bit higher so that you could support yourself on Taehyung’s thighs.

Without any warning you leaned forward and dragged your tongue up from the base to the very tip.

He whimpered and looked down at you with surprised, yet lust filled eye.

You pressed your lips against his cock and let him slide into your mouth. You began to swirl your tongue around the head, causing him to moan softly.

You started to suck.

Head, lower and the sides of his cock. Your hand cupped his balls while the other held his cock in place for your mouth.

You pulled him out, sucking hard all the way until he fell free from your lips. Saliva mixed with precum made up a faint string between your mouth and the tip of his cock until it suddenly broke.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, but a teasing smirk.

He looked even more handsome when he was aroused.

You took him in your mouth again and this time tried to take him in as far as you could without gagging. Slow movements up and down.

He let out a low groan and tangled his hand in your hair. His fingers caressed your scalp gently and his breathing got heavier.

You pulled back, lips against his tip, kissing and sucking while your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and began to jerk him off.

He accidently pulled your hair as he moaned in pleasure.

He leaned his head back against the sofa and exhaled deeply.

”Ah-”

You loved how vocal and loud he became whenever he was being pleasured…

”Fuck…” he mumbled

You looked up at him and he was biting his lip hard.

You let him slip out fully and began to kitten lick across his tip instead, driving him crazy with the teasingly light licks, causing a shaky breath.

”Baby I-”

His words fell as you sucked on the head again and his thighs tensed up.

”I’m gonna cum…” he panted followed by another low moan.

”Don-don’t stop”

”It feels so good…”

You smirked.

His mouth hung open and his hand pulled at your hair again. He closed his eyes and you squeezed your hand tighter around his swollen cock.

”Yes-” he groaned and let out a short hum.

You pulled away and started jerking him off faster.

His hands fell to his sides and he grabbed onto the cushions of the sofa hard.

”Ah-”

His right hand hit the sofa with a hard thud sound.

A mere breath later, he released.

A loud moan of relief echoed through the room and his cum leaked over your hand.

”fuck…” he panted, getting down from his high.

He throbbed in your hand and you carefully let go.

You stood back up and lazily wiped your hand off on your shirt.

He looked up at you with an expression of relief mixed with a satisfied smirk.

You placed your hands on the sides of his face and leaned down to place a gentle loving kiss on his lips. To your surprise he pulled you down on top of him and kissed you back with hunger.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and began playing with his long soft curls.

Who knows how long you remained that way afterwards. Taehyung’s hands roaming all over you in the most gentle way. His hands moving up and down your thighs, up you sides, gently squeezing at your waist and treating you to the most delicate touches.

Your hands occupied with his hair had such a soothing effect on him that he would be able to take a nap there and then, drained of energy from his release and relaxed.

You looked over at Taehyung who was getting in under the covers beside you.

He was shirtless, only dressed in pajama pants and his hair was pulled back into a lazy bun, but a bun on the verge to becoming a ponytail as his hair wasn’t quite long enough.

He got in under the covers and pulled the hair tie out his hair, making it fall messily over his face.

He placed the hair tie on the nightstand and pulled a hand through his hair to get it out of his face and finally got into place next to you and moved closer like he always did.

Arm around waist, face against neck, crotch against ass and legs tangled with each other. But since you were currently laying on your back he only opted for the arm around waist and nuzzled against your neck softly.

A thing you were very fond of was to steal Taehyung’s old shirts and use as night wear. Something he didn’t mind at all considering that the shirts had already seen better days but also because there was something unexplainably sexy about seeing you half naked in his clothes.

This night was no exception only that you were only wearing his shirt, a single piece of clothing.

Come to think of it you wore a full set together, only that Taehyung wore the bottoms and you wore the top.

The thought made you chuckle.

”Hmm?” Taehyung hummed with a questionable tone.

”I just realized we’re wearing one pajama between us.”

”That’s true” he chuckled. ”I wouldn’t mind you being topless though.” he smirked, somehow managing to make it sound innocent.

You snuggled for a while and Taehyung moved his arm slightly so that his hand was on your abdomen underneath the shirt.

He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw and his began to slowly stroke across your skin, heading south.

The touch of his long delicate fingers almost had you shiver but the sensitive reaction building up was quickly replaced by a sharp inhale when his fingers located your clit and began to draw lazy circles around it.

”Baby relax” he whispered and continued to pleasuring torture slowly, slowly.

His teasing touch made your arousal more and more unbearable, feeling how you surely became more and more wet by his hand.

He pressed soft gentle kisses against your neck as is hand travelled further down your slit. A long finger slid into you and curled against your muscles. You grabbed a hold of his forearm and squeezed it, making him smirk at the reaction. He added a second finger and spread you apart, scissoring you carefully before he began to thrust his fingers in and out in an almost soothingly slow pace.

A soft laugh tickled against your ear. A laugh of pride that he could feel and see what he did to you. How wet he made you, how relaxed yet horny he made and how ready for him you were becoming…

Despite having you suck him off earlier, he was needy for more… He wanted to repay you, treat you like you made him feel. Like a treasure, royalty, priceless...

Nothing beat hearing your sweet voice whimper for him under his body, not even getting a blow job.

His cock strained against the fabric of his pants and it was getting uncomfortable, but he held on a little longer.

“Do you want more?” He suddenly whispered, sending a row of shivers down your neck.

“I want you.” You said and pressed your forehead against his.

His eyes went wide, pleading innocently with a pout of his lips.

“Do you want me… more?” He suggested.

“More.”

“Much more?” He pressed his thumb against your clit, adding pressure and moving slightly. It was a simple touch but enough to make you squirm and your thighs to tense.

You nodded, biting your lip and squeezing his arm tighter.

His fingers slipped out and he pulled away fully, abandoning you of his gentle touch, leaving you desperate and hungrier for more.

He put his leg over you and a second later he was straddling you, covers slipping down his back and exposing you for the cold air in the room.

His fingers found their way between one of the openings between the buttons of his old shirt, thinking he’d unbutton a button you were caught by surprise when he suddenly gripped the fabric tight and pulled it apart, two buttons flying to the floor.

You heart was racing.

He was so strong….

A gasp escaped you when the cold air was suddenly exposed to your breasts.

He slipped the shirt off your shoulders and you sat up slightly to help him pull it off you completely and throw it to the floor.

You swallowed.

Looking down you noticed his aching bulge and the atmosphere changed.

From gentle and relaxing it had quickly took a spin to aggressive and intimidating.

He pulled his hair back and shot you a deviant smirk. He got off of you and stepped down on to the floor, pulled the blanket off the bed and lowered his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

He climbed back up and took a strong grip of your ankles, spreading your legs apart wide.

Hands by your sides, hips pressed against yours, chest to chest and lips to lips.

He kissed you passionately, swirling his tongue around your mouth as if to claim every area for himself and his hungry touch.

His aching cock rested patiently against your slit, unknowingly having you ache even more for his touch to return to you the way it was before.

Your hands were making his hair messy and he reached down to quickly guide himself in. He slid the tip of his cock up and down your slit and hit it against your clit along with a deviant chuckle against the kiss.

Your hands moved down his neck to his shoulder blades, finger blades dragging lightly across his skin to give him shivers.

His cock pushed against your entrance, and with no warning needed he thrusted into you, stretching you out around him, making you gasp and his lips to quickly latch back on to your lower lip again. He picked up a pace right away, passionately pulling out and thrusting back deep and slow, making sure you feel every inch of him slide in and out of you. Making you want more, make you beg… To feel the very tip of his dick push deeper and deeper, his thick shaft stretching you out, making you even more wet.

His lips fell to your neck, heavy breathing tickling beneath your ear as he increased his speed, feeling the sweet pleasure consume him and pull him closer to his release.

As his hands gripped tighter he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“Does it feel good baby?”

“Do you like that?”

Soft smirking chuckles followed by a long groan.

“Fuck… you feel so good.”

“Mmhmm?”

“…”

“Baby you know I never fuck, I make love.”

His words made you let out a flustered giggle and he chuckled lightly again.

“You do…” You said, followed by a moan when he hit your sweet spot.

“But if you want me to fuck you…

… You’d only have to ask.”

“Do it.” You smirked.

“Do what?” He groaned, thrusting deeper.

“Fuck me.”

He kissed your neck. An apologetic kiss for what was to come…

His hands moved from your waist down your sides, over your hips and your thighs. He hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling them up to his sides and moving closer. His hands returned to right above your waist and he thrusted into your hard, earning a whimper from you.

He went faster and harder, passion replaced with a raw hunger of lust.

Heavy breathing.

Skin being scratched.

Teeth gritting.

Each pounding move made you let out a loud moan. A moan begging for more, begging for release…

The overwhelming pleasure from his rough treatment made you tense up faster than you expected. The familiar numb tingling sensation was consuming your body…

“T-Taehyung…”

“Mmm?” He hummed, placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

“I’m close-“ You sounded pleading.

He nuzzled against your neck and pounded deeper. You nails scratched his back and you locked your legs around him, throwing your head back on the pillow.

“H- hold on.” He panted.

An almost impossible request…

You were already aching on the very verge…

“I’m gonna cum….” He groaned.

He whimpered needy against your neck.

“I can’t-“ You stopped mid-sentence to gasp.

He pressed himself harder against you, a moaning mess.

Another hard thrust and you muscles couldn’t hold on longer.

Your body lost control, clenching tightly around his still thrusting cock, thighs aching and muscles quivering before they let go completely. The tight pulsating feeling was enough to send Taehyung the last remaining way to his release. You held on to him tightly when he groaned loudly and released, filling your aching core with his cum.

Both breathless.

All movements stopped after he pushed himself deeper.

His heavy panting was warm against your neck.

Your hands stroked his back soothingly and you scratched his scalp soothingly.

“Fuck…” he mumbled, still out of breath.

You took a minute to calm down from your highs before Taehyung carefully pulled out and fell down beside you.

Mouth open and eyes full of admiration, he looked down at you and put his arm behind you head. You moved to lay your head on his arm and wrapped an arm around him.

The cold air was replaced by your heat.

His hand moved up to move your hair to behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful…”

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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 4: Kissing Time)

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A South Park Fanfiction ft. Creek, Style, and Bunny

“Why did we decide to go back to truth or dare again?” Kyle asked. After the cake decorating (the cake actually looked very nice with red and green plaid, despite the mini frosting-fight that Clyde had instigated), they made their way back to the entertainment room. Instead of playing a different game, like Kyle wanted, Kenny had suggested they keep playing Truth or Dare, a suggestion that Clyde took to immediately and wouldn’t shut up about. “Oh, right,” Kyle rolled his eyes, “because Clyde’s a baby.”

“I am not!” Clyde pouted. “We’ll just pick up where we left off! So it’s your turn to ask someone, Kyle!”

“I told Kenny to take my turn.”

“We ended up baking instead,” Kenny replied, shrugging with a lazy grin. “Didn’t want to be rude and keep playing without you two.”

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Butters, truth or dare.”

“Oh, gosh, um,” Butters put his hands to his cheeks, his eyes looking left and right as he debated. “D-dare!”

Kyle had to think for a moment before deciding, “I dare you to spin around while singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.””

A few of the boys snickered with laughter, while Butters just hoped he wouldn’t throw up. He felt a little nauseous afterwards, but he kept the game going.

“Tweek, truth or dare?”

Tweek tensed up, his leg bouncing nervously. “Um… truth.”

Butters beamed and clasped his hands together, excitedly asking, “What was your first kiss with Craig like?”

“Butters, I love you,” Clyde whispered.

“Gah!” Tweek flushed and covered his face. “That’s p-personal!!”

“You can use one of your passes if you want, honey,” Craig reminded him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Mmm,” Tweek thought about it, glancing down at the three he still had. He wanted to save those for something truly embarrassing. “N-no, I’ll answer it!” He swallowed, feeling everyone’s eyes bore into him. “Oh, god, w-well - it was… a month and a half in, after we started dating for real…”

~~~~~

4th grade.

Tweek took a deep breath in, loving the faint smell of burning leaves on this autumn night. He and Craig were in his backyard, sitting by a small campfire with a tent and a telescope set up nearby. He couldn’t believe their parents were cool with this - they were the ones who always joked about “leaving the door open” when they hung out together. Still, he was happy the night was warm, and there wasn’t much wind.

“I wish everyone would turn their lights off,” Craig grumbled next to him, sitting bent over with his legs crossed and his head slumped in his hands. “I wanna see the stars.”

Tweek chuckled and fiddled with the blanket in his lap. “We’ll just have to wait awhile, Craig. Maybe even till midnight.”

“Ugh,” Craig groaned and closed his eyes. “Too long to wait.”

“Oh my god, Craig.” Tweek laughed and gently pushed at Craig’s knee. “We could go in the tent and just play games for awhile? That’ll pass the time!”

Craig thought about it for a moment, staring at the fire with that same, emotionless face of his. “Sure. Sounds fun.”

Tweek insisted they put out the fire before heading into the tent, being worried about starting a house fire, but that didn’t take too much time. Soon they were sitting comfortably in their tent, Craig playing some matching game on his phone while Tweek watched, his head resting on the stoic boy’s shoulder.

After a few rounds, Craig lowered the phone, muttering, “Hey, Tweek?”

“Hm?” Tweek lifted his head so he could look at his face. “What is it?”

Craig hesitated, his voice getting quieter as he glanced away. “Have you thought about… kissing? At all?”

Tweek tensed up, his head starting to feel like a cloud. He squeaked and held a hand up to his lips. “K… kissing?”

Craig nodded, lowering his head shyly. His shoulders hunched up as if to hide himself.

“Oh, god.” Tweek swallowed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He felt lighting forming in his cloudy head, his thoughts all scrambled from the electricity. “W-well, I… yes! Of course I want to try it, b-but it’s so scary! And you’re sharing spit with someone else - isn’t that unsanitary?! I don’t understand how it’s supposed to feel good! Which is why I wanna try it so I can see for myself, but what if I end up getting a horrible disease and dying! Or worse, you end up -!”

“Tweek,” Craig interrupted, placing a hand in Tweek’s hair to lightly massage his scalp. “Calm the brain. Okay?”

“Nnngh,” Tweek groaned and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

“If it helps,” Craig spoke up again, “Lots of people kiss every day, and they don’t die from it. And…” he cleared his throat, getting quiet again, “I really wanna kiss you.”

Tweek’s heart leaped up into his throat, lighting shooting out from his brain and sending tingling shocks all the way down his spine. Craig wanted to kiss him! W-well, duh, that was normal! They were dating! But, but they were so young, and their immune systems were still developing, and…!

“We don’t have to do it tonight,” Craig continued when it seemed Tweek was freaking out again. “But I wanted you to know. So you can think about it.”

“Craaaiiig,” Tweek whined, covering his face. “J-just, give me…” Craig was being so nice about this, as usual. Setting aside his own wants for Tweek’s comfort, even though he panicked about everything. With all Craig did for him, he should be able to give him a kiss. Besides that, he wanted to kiss him - his brain was just making him freak out, making him hesitate. He was so sick of that! “You know what - no!” he slammed his fists on the ground, staring up at Craig with determination. “I, I want to do it! Screw my brain - I want to kiss you!!”

Craig’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You’re… sure?”

“Yes!!” Tweek got to his knees, scooting close enough to place his hands on Craig’s shoulders. “But, but do it before I change my mind.”

Craig felt heat pool into his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Tweek’s waist, his heart pounding in his chest. He really hadn’t expected to actually kiss Tweek tonight, but he was definitely not wasting the opportunity. He sucked in a breath and leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against Tweek’s. His immediate thought was that Tweek really needed to stop biting his lips, but his second thought was: holy shit we’re kissing. Followed by a warmth slowly spreading from his face, down his neck, and settling in the center of his chest.

When he pulled away, staring into Tweek’s wide, emerald eyes, he said the first thing that was on his mind. “That was nice.”

Tweek became flustered immediately and buried his face against Craig’s shoulders, his arms curling between them as he tried burying himself against Craig. “It, it was.” Craig’s lips were so warm, and he was so gentle like always. It felt weird at first, his brain making him think of the millions of germs they were sharing, but after pushing that aside… the storm in his brain went away, and he felt… calm. Like how Craig usually made him feel, but more. A happier calm, maybe? He was closer to Craig than ever; he’d pushed aside his stupid fears and was finally able to enjoy something normal and fun. He felt pride blooming in his chest like a late flower, his lips settling into a relaxed smile.

He loved this. He loved how Craig made him feel more comfortable in his own skin. Not just when they were together, either - all the time. God, just a year ago, he would have probably screamed bloody murder at the idea of him kissing anyone, but now…

Tweek lifted his head, asking quietly, “Should we try again?”

Craig didn’t respond - he simply leaned in for another kiss.

~~~~~

Current time.

“Awwww!” Butters and Clyde both felt like melting after Tweek finished the story.

Tweek, on the other hand, was shaking and covering his flushed face, even with Craig hugging him close and smoothing his hair back to calm him down.

“I didn’t know you could be so romantic, Craig,” Token teased, laying on his stomach and supporting his grinning face with his hands.

“Yeah!” Jimmy snickered. “This changes your wh-whole image!”

“Shut up,” Craig grumbled, unable to look at anyone right now.

“You’re so lucky!” Clyde complained, flopping pathetically onto his back. “Both of you!!”

“Their love shall last throughout the ages,” Kenny prophesied, clasping his hands together as if to pray.

“Timmy!” He clapped happily in agreement.

“I can’t wait for the wedding!” Butters chirped.

“Guys,” Craig cut in, frowning. “Stop. Please.” He shot his eyes back to Tweek before looking at them again, trying to silently bring attention to the fact that Tweek was still curled up and shaking against Craig, his hands pulling tight at his hair. The group fell silent then, feeling a little guilty. Craig just sighed and mumbled something to Tweek, who nodded in response. “I’ll take Tweek’s turn. Kenny, truth or dare.”

“Dare, baby.” Kenny winked.

Craig didn’t even have to think. “I dare you to kiss Butters.”

“Ooooh!” Clyde grinned, sitting back up with the widest grin possible. “Yes! Yes!!”

“Hold on,” Token held a hand out, being the referee. “For dares involving other people, they have to agree.”

All attention turned to Kenny and Butters, who were both sitting with a bit more attention.

“Well,” Kenny started, turning to Butters with a small smile. One of his hands lifted to rub at his neck. “It’s up to you, then.”

“Oh, geez!” Butters put his hands up to his flushed cheeks. He was smiling, but whether it was out of awkwardness or eagerness, that was up for debate. “Well, I don’t wanna be labeled a coward!”

Kenny snorted and shook his head. “All right then.”

Clyde gasped when Kenny went for it. Just a quick brush of their lips, both of their eyes closed as they stayed close for for a few seconds.

“Wait!!” Clyde scrambled to find his phone. “I want a picture!!”

“I’ve got you covered,” Craig spoke up, phone in hand. “But I’ll delete it if you don’t leave me the fuck alone with truth or dare tonight.”

Clyde felt like his soul was escaping his body. “You bastard, you planned this!!”

“It’s not my fault you lose your phone constantly.”

The two best friends argued back and forth a bit longer, while Kenny and Butters just smiled at each other. Butters giggled and covered his eyes, while Kenny laughed and poked one of those cute, chubby cheeks of his.

Stan and Kyle had been watching their friends quite closely and exchanged curious glances, wondering if either of them knew anything about this. They’d talk later.

“Fellas,” Jimmy spoke up, “let’s keep the game r-rolling, shall we?”

“Right, right.” Kenny chuckled and finally took his gaze off of Butters. “Kyle, back to you.”

Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Hadn’t he just went a few turns ago? “Truth.”

“Perfect.” Kenny leaned back on his hands, sprawling his long legs out. “Who was the first boy you ever kissed?”

The circle went silent for the umpteenth time that night, everyone looking at a furious Kyle.

“Gee, that’s a fucking loaded question, don’t you think?”

“You already came out to us here,” Kenny shrugged. ��Either answer or pass.”

Kyle just continues glaring at Kenny, ignoring everyone else for right now. “Fuck off. You know it was you.”

…

“Holy shit,” Clyde whispered.

“For real?!” Jimmy’s eyes widened.

“I’m not surprised,” Token shrugged.

“When did this happen?” Stan asked, mouth open slightly in amazement.

“Well, I don’t have to answer that, now do I?” Kyle snapped, not even looking at him. “Jimmy, truth or dare?”

“Um…” Jimmy didn’t seem to want to get in the middle of this.

“Kyle,” Stan tried again, reaching for Kyle who just turned away from him.

“Jimmy, truth or dare?”

Jimmy chewed at his lip. “Um… da -”

“Stan and I kissed once!” Butters blurted out.

“Butters!” Stan yelled, his face turning pale way too fast. “What the fuck!”

“I, I just didn’t want you and Kyle to be mad at each other again!”

“I need this story!!” Clyde was shaking his fists up and down in excitement.

“Everyone, calm down,” Token got to his knees, holding his hands out to try and calm the situation. “We’re getting away from the game.”

“I wanna h-hear this, too,” Jimmy replied.

“Same, honestly,” Kenny was looking at Butters with a raised brow, his mouth in a neutral line.

Butters looked down at the floor, playing with his fingers. “Well, um -“

“Don’t you dare say anything!” Stan yelled again, his shoulders shaking, tears at the corner of his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

“Stan,” Kyle held a hand out to him, but Stan slapped it away.

“I don’t want your pity!” he yelled, closing his eyes. “God, you’re all so fucking obsessed aren’t you!? Can’t a guy just try and figure shit out on his own!”

“I’m s-sorry, Stan,” Butters mumbled.

“Well it’s too late for that, isn’t it!” Stan turned on him, tears starting to fall. “What do you guys want to hear? That I’m a fucking mess who doesn’t know if I’m trans or bi or whatever the new thing is!? Because that’s it! Can we move on now! God!” He stood up, wiping furiously at his eyes as he practically ran out of the room.

Everyone stayed put for a long moment, processing what Stan had just blurted out. The eavesdroppers weren’t that surprised to hear this again, but it was still painful to see a friend break down like that.

“I’ll,” Kyle started to get up first. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Wait.” Tweek stood up, not shaking anymore, though his eyes were a bit red. “Let me talk to him.”

“Tweek,” Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think -”

“I know what I’m doing.” Tweek turned away from everyone. “He probably can’t face you right now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Kyle huffed defensively, crossing his arms. “I’m his best friend!”

“That’s exactly why he can’t face you right now,” Tweek pointed out, heading after Stan. He stopped just at the exit, turning to look at everyone. “I think we should stop with this stupid game now, guys.”

He turned to leave, and everyone else exchanged looks.

“I think he’s r-right,” Jimmy spoke quietly, rubbing at one of his arms. “Too much drama.”

“Back to video games?” Clyde suggested with a sheepish grin.

“Sounds good to me.” Token stood up, stretching out. “Clyde, help me set up.”

“Aye aye!” Clyde gave a mock salute before springing to his feet.

Kyle just watched them, still seated on the floor with his legs pulled up to his chest. He stared down at the floor miserably, a hollow feeling in his gut. He didn’t know how to feel about Stan and Butters having kissed before, just like he didn’t know how to feel when he and Kenny had kissed. He’d just wanted to figure things out, and Kenny had been a very vocal pansexual ever since sixth grade (not that anyone was surprised). Who better than Ken to talk about some confusing feelings with?

~~~~~

7th grade.

“So,” Kenny was laying on his back on Kyle’s bed, his hands behind his head as he grinned. “You think you like a boy?”

“Yeah.” Kyle felt like a mouse as he sat on his desk chair, one leg pulled up to his chest, facing Kenny with pink cheeks. “But how do you know for sure?”

“Well,” Kenny turned on his side, giving Kyle a serious look. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but even with girls you were never really sure if you liked them, right?”

Kyle sighed and rested his head on his knee, closing his eyes. “No, you’re right. It’s like… I need someone to tell me “that’s a crush” before I realize it.”

“Well,” Kenny turned onto his stomach, bringing his hands up for his head to lay on. “Did anyone tell you that you’re crushing on this guy?”

Kyle opened his eyes in surprise, thinking that over. “... No…”

“Then, why do you think it’s a crush?”

“I don’t know!” Kyle threw his hands up in exasperation, putting his leg down and turning his chair away. He felt those stupid butterflies brushing their wings against the inside of his chest. “Because… because when I’m with him, I…”

“You just want to be close to him?” Kenny supplied, his eyes slipping closed. “Hold his hand, cuddle him, make him laugh - kiss him?”

Kyle hunched over in his chair, hugging himself tightly as he closed his eyes. “Wow, you really are the expert, huh?”

“I’m not an expert,” Kenny told him with a sigh. “I’ve just experienced a lot. So listen when I say - just tell Stan how you feel.”

Kyle whipped around, his cheeks turning a rosy red now. “I never said it was -!”

“You didn’t have to.” Kenny chuckled and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling. “But fine, we’ll pretend it isn’t Stan.”

Kyle just glared at him then, turning to look out the window with a sigh. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know,” Kenny winked, sticking his tongue out playfully. “That’s why you love me~”

Kyle flushed more and covered his face, shaking his head. “... I… I’m just not sure if I’m ready to tell him yet. I mean, what if I’m wrong? What if I’m not actually attracted to guys, and this is just stupid hormones talking or something?”

“Oh my god.” Kenny snorted and covered his mouth before he could start really laughing. “Hormones don’t make you attracted to anything with a pulse. That’s you that’s experiencing the attraction!”

“Don’t laugh at me!” Kyle snapped, his hands clenching into fists. “God, you’re such an ass.”

Kenny couldn’t stop right away; he got a few more snickers in before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay - if you’re worried about that, there’s an easy fix.”

“Oh yeah?” Kyle raised his brow. “And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

“What!?” Kyle jumped to his feet, staring at Kenny like he was crazy. “No! Why would I -”

“I’m a guy,” Kenny started to piece this together for him, kicking his legs back and forth against the bed with a lazy grin. “You can pretend I’m your crush, and if you enjoy kissing me, even just a little, that would prove it’s not “hormones,” right?”

“Or you’re just fucking horny,” Kyle bit at him, crossing his arms. “I’m not kissing you.”

“All right, suit yourself.” Kenny shrugged. “But I’m just saying - if you’re unsure, it’s better to experiment with a friend who understands, instead of a partner who could get hurt.”

Kyle clenched his teeth, searching Kenny’s face. He didn’t seem to be doing this as some kind of kink, or a stupid prank. And what he just said was right - he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Least of all… Stan. It really was one of this things holding Kyle back; wondering what would happen if he worked so hard to start dating his best friend just to find out he actually hated kissing him. Stan was always a mess after breakups - he didn’t want to be the cause of that.

He swallowed, turning his head away as he mumbled, “Okay, fine.”

“You’re sure?” Kenny had to check. “I’m not pressuring you, I’m just trying to help -”

“I know, okay!” Kyle stomped over, standing right in front of him with a nervous twinge in his lips. “I just… want to know for sure.”

Kenny searched his face, looking for any signs of hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he stood up and gently lead Kyle to be the one sitting on the bed. “Then close your eyes, and imagine I’m Stan - or “whoever” your crush is.”

“Fuck off,” Kyle grumbled before doing as he was told. He realized his heart was going way faster than before, the thumping loud in his ears as he waited for Kenny to do it already.

He tensed up when he felt the softest touch against his lips. He didn’t know Kenny could be this soft - wait, he’s supposed to pretend it’s Stan.

Kyle gripped his comforter tight between his hands, taking a deep breath through his nose as he tried to picture it. Stan standing in his room, kissing him softly. They’re both not quite sure what they’re feeling, but they want to make sense of it together. They’ve… they’ve kind of always liked each other, but as the years went on their feelings changed. Molded into something new, and… beautiful. And even though it was scary, and confusing, and messy - they were here, in this moment, together, and it felt… right. There wasn’t anyone else they’d rather figure this out with.

He felt himself start to melt as Stan buried a hand into his hair. He leaned in further, reaching up to wrap his arms around Stan’s neck. But, wait, Stan’s hair didn’t go down to his shoulders…

Kyle snapped his eyes open, pushing Kenny away as ice slid down his back. He covered his mouth, doubling over as he felt his breaths come too quick, too fast.

“Kyle?” Kenny’s quiet, hesitant voice reached his ears.

“Fucky, Kenny,” he whispered, having to gasp for air. He covered his face, moving to lay on his bed and curl up properly. Tears fell right onto the bedspread, and his body started shaking with repressed sobs. “Fuck.”

“Kyle, it’s okay.” Kenny knelt beside the bed, brushing Kyle’s hair back comfortingly. “Now you know, right?”

“Now I know and it’s terrifying!” Kyle corrected, dropping his hands to look at him as the tears kept coming. “It shouldn’t have been that easy to imagine you were Stan!”

Kenny’s jaw tightened, but he decided not to comment. “Look… I know it’s scary to really like someone, but -”

“But nothing!” Kyle turned away from him then, taking a deep breath. “Why am I doing this to myself!? This is just torture! Like Stan would ever feel the same way? He’s always crawling back to Wendy! Even if he did like guys, I’d never stand a fucking chance!”

“You don’t know that -”

“Oh, and you do?” Kyle’s chest started shaking again, and he covered his face right as a sob broke through. He didn’t realize just how much he’d been bottling this up. In a way, he’d almost been hoping that he wasn’t actually attracted to guys, because if he was, then he’d just have to admit that Stan would never feel the same way, that his crush was hopeless. Why did he have to fall for his best friend? “I must hate myself.”

“Kyle, you’re being dramatic.” Kenny sighed, glancing off to the side. “Look, it’s obvious you’re way too nervous to tell Stan anything right now. So just… wait it out.”

Kyle tried to control his quick breaths, swallowing and forcing himself to look at him. “Wait it… out?”

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “Just wait. See how you feel in a few months, or hell - even a year. If you still feel this strongly about him after that… well, you can decide where to go when you get there.”

Kyle started to calm down. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes. “You think… that would be fine?”

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “You can always start gradually, too. Like, tell Stan you’re bi, or whatever you think you are. See how he reacts to that.”

Kyle scoffed, mumbling pessimistically, “He’d probably avoid me for a month.”

Kenny frowned, shaking his head lightly. “He’s not as bad as he was anymore. He’s trying to be a better person.”

Kyle scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why are you sticking up for him?”

“Because he’s my friend, too,” Kenny reminded him, crossing his arms. “I care about both of you idiots, okay? Even when you’re assholes.”

“Like you’re not an asshole?”

Kenny shrugged, grinning as he joked, “I know I love a good asshole.”

“Gross!” Kyle pushed him, but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “TMI, Ken.”

Kenny just snickered, hopping onto the bed next to him. “That’s nothing. Wanna hear about the wet dream I had last night?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Great - so it started with me in a pancake factory…”

~~~~~

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Animorphs notes: Megamorphs 2

Megamorphs 2

Marco 1

Saw something on the news and mentioned it to the others leading to everyone in a storm trying to breathe in dolphin morph

Of course its not like sharks need to breath air and might be better in some cases

Marco uses humor to cope

Rainy day

So why are the animorphs getting involved with a sunken nuclear sub?

Marco wants to go out of his way to save people again.

Him and Rachel are like the most likely on the team to become superheros

Or they could put their stuff in a bag and bury it on the beach instead of putting things in the trash?

How exactly do these guys plan on rescuing people?

Cassie 1

Everybody morphs dolphin

They find the sub

Jake 1

Ah yes the plan to kidnap an officer. Totally would have no negative reprocussions

Can’t just act in a weird and obvious manner to direct people to the sub

Sometimes dolphins help people, sometimes dolphins kill people. Its a rulette game as to whichever a dolphin is more interested in at the moment

The writter makes a comment on war and nukes

A nuke goes off and instead of being vaporised by the light the kids get transported through time and space for some reason

Rachel 1

One of these days a kid is gonna get trapped in morph when they’re uncoincious

Cassie’s the only one who had any injuries from the fucking nuke going off

Why is there a volcano over there? There shouldn’t be volcanoes where they are

Rachel watches the Magic Schoolbus

That’s not how plesiosaurs work and you could never mistake them for a whale even with sonar

Ax is smug about those not being whales

Tobias 1

Why the hell are fucking plesiosaurs intered in them in the first place?

Tobias got vored by something big enough to swallow a 10ft at least dolphin whole

This is causing me pain

Rachel got vored by something that can fit 2 ten or so foot dolphins inside its stomach

Looked it up and yeah no, plesiosaurs were def known to not have flexible necks by the time this was written

No that can’t be an ichthyosaur b/c they’re gone by this point in the Cretaceous and the on ly ones that big were likely FILTER FUCKING FEEDERS

Random ass gulper eel dolphin sea monster

Rachel decides that morphing is the best idea in the stomach

Tobias morphs too

Jake 2

Ax doesnt get to have a turn yet what a surprise

Cassie says they should try to rescue Rachel and Tobias, Jake says thats a fucking dumb idea and he’s right

Jake is pissed at people getting themselves eaten and Cassie coming up with dumb fucking idea

There should actually be some seagull like dinosaurs but I think those were discovered much later than these were written

Kids finally put 2 and 2 together and realized that they aint in Kansas anymore

They havent actually put togther the gone back in time bit yet

Jake and the writer seem to be under the impression that dolphins have no natural defenses

They are almost there in realizing what happened

Cassie 2

Still no fucking Ax narration

THESE KIDS ARE REALLY FUCKING DUMB

Sauropods did not leave elephant like foot prints. At all

Nope not figured it out yet

Cassie, you should know that whales can’t swallow whole full gown dolphins

Cassie almost gets eaten by a crocodilian and these kids still haven’t fucking figured it out

Wait a minute. Grass doesn’t exist in this time period

Also Cassie should know better. Herbivores can and will fuck you up with little provication

They finally figured it out

I see we have movie monster Tyrannosaurs

Rachel 2

Wow Ax really doesnt have any rights does he?

...that’s not how anatomy

Bears are not herder to digest than dolphins

This is hurting ,me

Tobias everything you said aside from the hadrosaurs was pure bullshit

Rachel thinks the dinosaur angle is rediculous

Tobias 2

Tobias you have a fucking hork-bajir morph you utter dumbass

Wow Tobias is bad at morphing, he can’t even get rid of his injuries

Tobias gets to be extra useless and cause Rac hel pain by haveing to perch on her

Grass doesnt exist in this time period

There was a gradual decline in the late Cretaceous of nonavien dinosaurs, the asteroid was the last nail in the coffin

T. rex was just another animal not not much more dangerous than say a lion, just bigger

Marco 2

Ax doesnt get to narrate I guess

There is no reason for the tyrannosaur to be chasing them it just made a fucking kill

They aren’t even the right size to be worth the fucking effort either

Marco almost gets eaten and is saved by Ax who papercuts the thing to death

Ax 1

Yeaaaah Ax vs Tyrannosaur should not end in victory for Ax

I flatout don’t belive this rediculousness and my suspension of disbelife died several chapters ago

Ax is fucking shook that worked

Ok good Ax was very very fucking lucky that worked and not gonna try that again

No, Ax, no that is not scientificly possible b/c theres no fucking dna in the fucking fossiles they are bone and other shit shaped rocks

When the fuck did Cassie get any survival skills? Did she decide to brush up after the Karen incident

Well we have ‘I will survive this with or without you’!Cassie today

Yall could actually morph Ax and have your own andalite tails. Or fucking morph hork-bajir

Rachel 3

Grass still doesnt exist yet

At no point did rachel think to escue some modesty and make wraps for her feet

Rachel suggests that Tobias morph human, even perminatly

He is very shit at morphing

I guess he expects that he’s got days to live as a wounded bird over anything else he could fucking morph

Rachel refuses to fucking make it known that she’s suffering

In what fucking world does that description matach a triceratops

Also deinonychus, not around at the end of the cretaceous

Deinonychus is about almost 3 ft tall at hip and a ft longer than that

Naked ass ones at that

Them going after them at least makes sense

Cassie 3

Camping and eating tyrannosaur meat

Gonna sleep in shifts

People keep forgetting that they have hork-bajir morphs which are amazing and also that they could just aquire Ax

Tobias 3

Nothing about the majority of large dromaeosaurs suggests that they’re fast. The opposite actually. Ambush predators not chasers.

Tobias and Rachel split up

Tobias and the writers forgot about wing assisted incline running and the fact that raptors can fucking climb if the have to

Tobias drops on one and aquires it

Tobias 4?

This is going with the not-dynonicus being diurnal for some reason

Tobias lost control of the morph and will probably attack Rachel

Jake 3

The rock that was the final nail for the dinos is estableshed bvery firmly\

Stampede

And a nother tyrannosaur

Jake trips and falls when it matters most

Rachel 4

Tobias is really serious about not identifying as human

Rachel tries to reach him over smashing the lead raptor

Jake 4

Jake gets vored by the tyrannosaur whole even tho it was already eating bigger more interesting prey

Jake aquires the thing and starts morphing imediately

That tyrannosaur broke its fucking tail

Everyone aquires the injured dinosaur

Marco 3

Marcos not happy and everyone misses Rachel

More travel

Ax says the flash of light that started the stampede was artifical

Did Ax just say he can see ultraviolet and infrared

They find an alien city

Tobias 5

Tobias is bitching about Rachel still being mad that he gutted her

Neither of them are healing their injuries for no good reason

Ew, Tobias gross.

Rachel has a raptor morph now

Rachel isn’t a coherent person when hrungy and tired

Why are there coconut trees? They dont exist yet

Rachel eats a not coconut

No. That is not a fucking spinosaurus. Spino is fucking African and didn’t live at the same time as T.rex

Tobias metally calls Rachel stupid

Rachel 5

This is really fucking poorly reserched

And lo an alien:

And that's when I noticed the other creature step smoothly out from the

bushes.

It walked on two legs. It was rough-textured, like it had really chapped

skin. It was reddish in color. It had two big eyes and a small mouth,

all of the same reddish-rust hue. It stood about eight feet tall. It was

carrying a weapon.

The creature gazed curiously at us with what seemed to be eyes, although

they were mere indentations in its face. From its head a pair of

antennae, flexible as whips, grew and began waving toward us.

The alien calls dibs on the dinosaurs and speaks Fucking English

The nesk

The nesk is a pile of antlike creatures

Anmd really Rachel just fucking escalate things to outright violence

Cassie 4

Cassie suggests that they just go see who the aliens are

And that Jake stay behind b/c she doesnt want to loose more people

The alien city:

We flew toward the shining city in the valley. With osprey eyes I could see much more clearly. I saw buildings that rose in steep, smooth sweeps, like they'd grown from the bedrock. Windows were stuck in odd locations, some aiming out, others more like skylights. And there were fields planted with green and arranged in neat circles instead of rows.

The aliens themselves:

As we got closer, I could see creatures of some sort. They looked a little like large - very large - crabs. Only with shells in a wild array of colors, deep blue, spring green, orange. And while on one side there was something very much like a large pincer, on the other side there was a pair of hands.

Crab people

TRhe kids are attacked by naked pterosaurs

Tobias 6

Wow its almost like starting a fight with an unknown party can go wrong

The ship:

The ground beside me exploded, like it had been ripped by an invisible

plow. I jumped. Another plow mark just behind me! I saw movement. And

there, racing toward us across the plain, was a gleaming, silver craft.

Maybe twice the size of a Bug fighter, but shaped like an elongated

pyramid, long end forward.

The nesk herd Rachel and Tobias away from their claimed territory

Ah they’re falling over the cliff of the mercora city

Jake 5

Daring mid air antics and the team is reunited

Also a force field wich is smart\

Ax is tired of having to be the info guy

At least its not a killer forcefield like the kind that yeerks use

The mercora introduce themselves

Ax 2

Ax and his andalite bullshit

More of the mercora:

There were three of the creatures. They moved upon seven legs. Four on

one side, three on the other. To make matters worse, the four

legs were larger than the three. So they scuttled sideways in the

direction of the small legs.

They stood about half the height of a tall human, and seven or eight

feet wide.

On the side with the four big legs, there was a sort of three-way pincer

claw. It looked very powerful. It looked like the sort of thing I would

not want to have to fight against.

On the other side, the weak side, there were two arms similar to my own,

but even stronger than human arms. The arms ended in long, tapered,

delicate fingers.

There were a lot of eyes. They kept opening and shutting, one or two or

three at a time. They were each hidden beneath tiny trap doors in the

Mercora's exoskeleton or shell. Eyes were forever appearing and

disappearing. It was very, very distracting.

Which is a cool design

They talk in thought speak

Just b/c humans in the future don’t know about the mercora doesnt mean they left or were destroy you dumb fucks

Marco 4

The mercora healed Tobias, gave everyone food, a place to stay and even offered to make them soem clothes

The crabs wear clothing or at least make it

And they have force field furniture

Also that’s not how broccli works

Marco makes a vore joke about the mecora

Really Cassie?

The mercora are herbivores

All you have is the mecoras’ word on that and they are in direct conflict with the nesk

And so what if they’re scavengers?

Very rarely but sometimes Cassie has a valid point

Ax 3

Ax is still kinda specist

Hmm I wonder why the mercora aprove? Its not like they can have an alterior motive here

And the mercora are going to help

Ax is very lonely in genera;

Cassie 5

The writers are fucking awesomebros

And they can’t control the morphs

Cassie gets wounded by a ceratopsian

Jake 6

What? We were just with Cassie oh forget it

Jake is suicidally confidant that Cassie wouldn’t eat him

Apparently Jake is right

Cassie freaks out

Ax 3

Tobias keeps being wrong.

The nesk have thought speak detectors

Tobias 7

They group steal an explosive and destroy the nesk ships

Rachel 6

The nesk retaliate very effectively

Ax calls for back up

TRachel throws herself around to draw away fire from the others

The mercora attempt a rescue and loose a ship

Culture:

The Mercora saucer picked us up, us and our little nuke. But they were a

grim, depressed bunch of aliens. It was hard to tell at first. But then

I noticed that each of them was minus one of their smaller legs. There

were just oozing stumps.

"What happened to your legs?" I asked. But even as the words were out of

my mouth, I saw the limbs in the corner. They were laid out on a

brightly colored cloth which was draped over a shelf. There was

something ceremonial about it. Almost religious.

<Can you explain the meaning of this?> Ax asked politely.

<We must make the sacrifice of pain. The legs will regenerate, but those

we honor will not,> the Mercora pilot said. <This is a symbol. It speaks

to our spirit's pain, by echoing it in physical pain.>

"They did this for the Mercora who were in the other ship?" Jake asked.

<For those who were in both ships,> the pilot said. <To be killed is a

sadness. To kill is a sin.>

Jake says the they owe the mercora for saving them

Fuck you Tobias

Tobias 8

Tobias this is premeditated murder

The nesk have decided to leave the earth

The mercora claim that the nesk altered the path of the meteor

They want to use the bomb to save themselves

Cassie 6

Fuck you Tobias

You need to be held accountable for this shit

Its almost like the vast majority of things to ever live never leave any fucking fossils you nit

This bastard is really trying to justify himself like this is anyway defensible

Fuck you Tobias, you get to join Cassie and Jake in the bin of fucking terrible people

Jake 7

Oh what you little bitch babies can’t handle the consequences?

Tobias deserves his unhappines and eventual death

Cassie 7

Cassie at least decides to bear witness to their crime

CVassie saw the time pass

No good reason given why they can’t retain those morphs

Tobias needs to pay for his shit

#nix reads animorphs #animorphs #this was very poorly reserched #and tobias deserves his suffering

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sseanight · 6 years ago

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Min Yoongi Fics Recommendation

Recent update 200125

[ ❥ ] = Favorite

Kim Namjoon — Kim Seokjin — Jung Hoseok — Park Jimin — Kim Taehyung — Jeon Jungkook

You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living.

Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.

♠ Punch Drunk; boxer! au, smut, angst Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.

[ ❥ ] Playing with Fire; smut, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 finale After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humiliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

[ ❥ ] Ink; tattoo artist! au, fluff, angst He’s a tattoo artist, and you’re a student who is working towards getting into your favourite universities. Two very different people, and two parents who think Min Yoongi is nothing more than a bad influence. How will you ever make it work?

♠ Forget Me Not; idol! au, fluff, angst You and Yoongi are in a private relationship. So private, that Yoongi has to deny it. What happens when you can’t take the denying of such strong feelings any more?

♠ I’ll Protect You; angst You and Yoongi were the most unlikely of pairs, which was why you decided to keep your relationship on the down-low for now. Whilst Yoongi and you basically ignore each other during school hours, Yoongi is left in the dark about the struggles you’ve been dealing with whilst he is pretending not to know you.

♠ Too Late to Apologize; angst You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you.

♠ Let You Go; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Having a boyfriend who cares is every girl’s dream. But is it still every girl’s dream when he doesn’t care about you as much as he cares about his friend that he was in love with? No, not really. It was more like a nightmare.

♠ Leaving Her Behind; angst part 1 | part 2 finale He would do nothing but push you away. He would push you away everytime you were too close. He would shut you out everytime you thought that he had opened up for you. He never trusted you enough to let you know him. He didn’t let you know his problems, even if you knew that something was bothering him. Even if you had been together for years and you’ve been beside him through it all, he never saw you as someone he could tell his secrets or his problems to. It was never you, it was always someone else.

♠ Dead Leaves; angst, romance You wants to give up the relationship because you aren’t sure of it anymore so Yoongi does his best to salvage your relation.

♠ In Heaven; angst, romance Can Yoongi turn back the time?

[ ❥ ] Two Faced Lovers; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale He leaves her and she starts sleeping around to fill the void.

♠ Heartstrings; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 finale You want to be together but Yoongi thinks he’s not enough.

♠ Remains of April; angst, drama You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you and Yoongi are dating but he doesn’t remind you about the break up because he thinks this is his chance to start over.

♠ Safe Haven; angst, drama You came from an abusive relationship and one day you and Yoongi are fighting badly.

[ ❥ ] Somebody Else; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue Your husband found solace in somebody else’s arms.

[ ❥ ] Heart Haunting; angst, romance You’re in love with Min Yoongi. You are sure of this. So why does your past lover still haunt your memories?

[ ❥ ] Destruction of a Muse; underground rapper!au, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 finale You’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back.

[ ❥ ] To be Without; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale Funny how the world can shift in an instant. How you approached your bedroom with excitement only to walk away with a life forever changed.

♠ Self-Control; ceo!au, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 It’s harder than Yoongi thought when you keep confront him.

[ ❥ ] When War Runs Deep (ft. Jungkook); angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 Min Yoongi knew that the General’s daughter, engaged to Lieutenant Jeon Jungkook, was the one human being he shouldn’t target. His single role during the war was to kill the enemy, and protect the homeland. But what’s forbidden always is the most enticing.

♠ Studio Cuddle; fluff, idol!au Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

♠ Matched; fluff, idol!au When you tried to offer Yoongi a small present, the anticipated disinterest or rejection to your offer was downplayed by his unexpected proposition.

[ ❥ ] Workaholic; smut Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker.

♠ Small; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale He suddenly realized the consequences of his words. His girlfriend must have felt so insecure, so belittled. How could he make his own girlfriend feel like that? She should feel protected, safe when he’s around. Not insecure, and not belittled or small. He was supposed to build her up, like she built him up, but instead he was tearing her down.

♠ Sated (ft. BTS); heavy smut Sin. There’s nothing more.

♠ Moan Wars (ft. Jungkook); smut, a little fluff After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

♠ Doesn’t Define You; fluff In which you fail an exam you worked so hard for and he comforts you.

♠ Hello Paradise, My Name is; greek myth!au, slight angst, smut Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

♠ Mint; greek myth!au, smut You find yourself back in Hades when Spring turns to Fall, but this time you’re less than thrilled to see your husband after learning of his ex-lover, Minthe.

♠ Aidoneus, My Love; greek myth!au, smut Yoongi believes the mortal, Adonis, has stolen your heart, but he will never share his love with anyone else for as long as he is king of the underworld.

♠ I Don’t Wanna Love You; fluff, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale Just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.

♠ Gone; angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale You were young & foolish, he was not.

♠ The End; angst Life is a whole plot twist.

♠ Where Does Your Heart Lie; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Where did his heart lie?

♠ Inevitable End; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Was the foundation of the relationship that weak? After all, he felt that it was a hopeless house of cards.

♠ Service; smut “I can’t believe you brought me here.”

♠ Sex Tape; smut When Yoongi came home with Namjoon holding a camera, you knew he wasn’t joking at all.

♠ Gift for You; fluff, angst Yoongi has many sides to him which is what attracted you to him in the first place. He’s been doing a good job as a boyfriend these past few years until on your birthday he doesn’t give you the usual attention you’re used to.

♠ Love or Love; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Yoongi is the love of your life. You thought he felt the same until he pushed you away before you could tell him surprising news that you were pregnant.

[ ❥ ] Like Father, Like Son; parent!au, fluff You let Yoongi take your son to the recording studio to spend time together but when they stay there past his bed time you decide to see what’s take them so long.

♠ Little Angel; angst For the first time in your life you felt hatred toward him. He was the reason why you were lying here.

♠ Unkept Promises; angst “Have you ever, even for a day, even for a moment.. loved me?”

♠ Too Little Too Late; angst “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Yoongi..”

[ ❥ ] Why Am I Not Being Praised Like Them; fluff The title says it all.

♠ Burning Paradise; ceo!au, angst, smut Loving Yoongi was chaos - unpredictable with reason, excruciating with misses and hits from the both of you. But the flames that warms you in the love he provides is your home and no matter how many times you run away, you know you’ll always choose to be with him, burning and aflame, breathing and fully alive.

♠ Fight; dad!au, fluff Yoongi gets into a really idiotic fight with his rebellious teenage daughter due to him being a slightly overprotective father.

♠ The Failed Track (ft. Jung Hoseok); smut As you moan louder the door swings open and Hoseok stands in the door.

[ ❥ ] 3:27 AM; smut, fluff Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night to your phone ringing like crazy so he checks it and sees it’s your ex. So he answers the phone only to prove that you’re taken.

♠ Everything to Him; drama, romance Your ex wants you back and Yoongi doesn’t know about it.

♠ Milk; hybrid!au, fluff, smut part 1 When trying to deal with your hybrid’s sudden obssesion with milk, you would have never guessed that things would turn out so differently.

♠ The Bonnie to My Clyde; bonnie and clyde!au He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.

♠ 3 AM; angst It’s 3 AM and you are crying – great big sobs that shake your entire body as you hold the phone close to your ear to hear his drunken voicemail again and again.

♠ Dream; angst, fluff You had picture the exciting reactions that you would get from him when you tell him that you’re pregnant. But you soon realize that you shouldn’t have get your expectations high because you would only have it crashed down in front of you.

♠ Mirage; angst, fluff “Choose. Is it me or her?”

♠ Ants; fluff, angst Get you a man who makes you feel bigger than the world itself.

♠ Money Shot; porn star!au, smut “Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced-and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”

♠ Overwork; angst, fluff You tried to help min yoongi take a break from work.

♠ Forgotten; angst, fluff You forgot your anniversary dinner, and yoongi is furious.

♠ Enigma; mafia!au, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 finale After the death of your father leaves you in a lot of a debt to Bangtan - Seoul’s most nefarious crime syndicate - you are offered a way out: marry Min Yoongi - Bangtan’s most elusive member- and produce him an heir and your father’s debt will be forgotten. Without a choice, you are soon tied to a man who you are absolutely terrified of. But you cannot ignore the part of you that is thrilled by Yoongi. And what scares you the most isn’t the blood on his hands, or the gun he always carries in his pocket. It’s the things he’s capable of doing to your heart.

[ ❥ ] 2.1 Out of 5.0; nose dive black mirror!au, angst, smut part 1 You were a 4.9 and he was a 2.1, and that fact alone should have made you realize that the two of you were never meant to be. But as the saying goes, “the heart wants what it wants”.

♠ A Mess (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, fluff Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

♠ Suddenly, It Was Love (ft. Kim Namjoon); angst + sequel The saying that love is an unexpected visitor was right. you never intentioned of falling in love with the best friend of your boyfriend.

[ ❥ ] Tied Together; divorce lawyer!au, angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 finale The last thing you needed when you had a demanding daughter and job was a divorce made difficult by your husband. Luckily for you, Min Yoongi—Seoul’s top divorce lawyer—stepped in to save the day. Well, more or less.

♠ Weary Night; fluff “You know, I never thought that tonight was going to be like this.”

[ ❥ ] Heartbeat (ft. Jeon Jungkook); angst, smut part 1 | part 2 finale You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.

[ ❥ ] Before I Ever Met You; angst, smut You are no fool to the ways of life. You might be the love of Yoongi’s life now, but there is his whole past—before he met you—to account for. The number of people that traversed in and out of his life carried a significance, and you want to know who they are.

[ ❥ ] Cut Me Open; surgeon!au, fluff, angst preview | part 1 | part 2 finale This job makes great minds. Literally. Each patient that walks through the doors of the hospital into the Neurosurgery ward need to leave with the best service and help the country can offer. But a 300k salary, 1400 hospital workers, and 14-hour work day can’t make a marriage work.

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