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americachavez · 4 years ago

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did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

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moony-meadow · 4 years ago

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Going for Goldie (6)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

After Beelzebub departed, Mammon and I were once again alone together. The white-haired demon had resumed his place on the sofa, only now he was laid out on it with his back propped up against the armrest. This left me inside his stomach at a kind of incline. I’d taken to leaning against the back wall and was taking advantage of the surprisingly relaxing warmth the fleshy surface provided.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck in here for hours,” I moaned, flopping my arm over my face dramatically. “So much for having a midnight snack.” It wasn’t uncommon for Beel and I to run into each other at the kitchen in the middle of the night. We both seemed to have a habit of craving late night treats.

“Well,” I felt Mammon’s hand plop down onto his stomach, causing a small tremor around me, “I could always swallow somethin’ for ya to eat.”

My face instantly formed into a grimace. “Don’t be disgusting, Mammon,” I chided. The idea of eating someone’s second hand food was positively repulsive. Though I knew the demon was joking, I still didn’t appreciate the crude commentary. A chuckle rumbled around me, but otherwise Mammon said nothing more.

“You know, I think since this turned out to be a lot more than a quick trip into your stomach, that you owe me Goldie privileges for at least three days,” I stated. Had I not already committed myself to helping Mammon keep his credit card from Lucifer, I might have abandoned the whole thing as soon as things got complicated. But, if I gave up now and made Mammon cough me up, then the whole thing might end up being for nothing.

A strangled noise of outrage came from Mammon. “Three days?! Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” The stomach walls all pressed in around me slightly, I could only assume as a result of Mammon clenching his hand around his middle. “I--I’ll give ya two days, but that’s it!” he exclaimed after my lack of response displayed how serious I was about the matter.

“Fine, but you also have to take me out to dinner some night,” I declared.

Mammon unclenched his hand from around his stomach, but I could tell that he’d now tensed up all over. “Wha? You can’t be--pfft, like the Great Mammon would ever be caught goin’ out to dinner with a--with a human,'' he stammered. I had to stifle a giggle, I could just tell his face had become all blushy.

It was a pretty common occurrence that whenever I took part in some playful flirting with the Avatar of Greed, his face would heat up while he stuttered out insistences that he had no interest in humans. I knew it was just one of his defense mechanisms, so I had stopped taking offense to it a long time ago.

“It can be lunch if you prefer,” I replied, feigning ignorance.

“Huh? No--I’m only havin’ a meal with you if you’re the main course,'' Mammon finished the sentence proudly.

I rolled my eyes. “This is the last time I’m ever going to be in your stomach.” While I felt pretty sure of my own statement, there was a part of me that wondered if I really would be able to avoid being eaten again. Yesterday I would have said I would never let a demon eat me under any circumstances, and yet here I was sitting in the belly of the beast.

The pressure at the front of the stomach returned as Mammon rested both his hands on top of it. “Well ya better not end up in any other demon’s stomach,” he warned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “You are my human, after all.”

Being the Avatar of Greed, it wasn’t surprising to me that Mammon tended to be overprotective of his belongings. However, I never would have guessed I would be considered among those belongings. His possessiveness over me wasn’t only in regards to me being eaten, he had also expressed jealousy when his brothers tried to get a little too close to me. In a way, it was kind of endearing. Although, I always made a point to make it clear that I was not an object to be owned.

“I’m your friend,” I corrected smoothly, “and you don’t have to worry about anyone else eating me, at least not with my permission anyway.”

Mammon was silent, and for a moment I wondered if I’d made him upset in some way. But then his hand began to slowly and gently rub his stomach. I smiled softly and leaned forward to pat the outermost wall in response. The guy wasn’t the best at accepting compliments or genuine displays of affection, but he had his own little ways of showing his appreciation.

“Hey, Y/N?” Mammon spoke up, now idly trailing a finger over his stomach. “You’re not...I dunno, scared of me or nothin’, are ya?”

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. The genuine concern in the demon’s voice threw me off guard. He usually made an effort to try to convince people that he was an incredibly powerful demon that ought to be feared. And while his brothers often treated him as though he were weak, I knew better. Mammon was the second eldest of the seven Avatars, and therefore the second most powerful. However, the thing with Mammon was that the guy pretty much never flexed that power. For whatever reason, even when his little brothers smacked him around or called him names, Mammon never lashed out.

As a result of all that, it was easy for me to sometimes forget that I hung out with a potentially deadly demon on the daily. Of course, when Mammon had shrunk me I’d been reminded of that latent fear. However, I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t know how he’d react to the knowledge that my natural instincts insisted I be wary of demons like him (especially when they were giant sized), but I certainly didn’t want him getting the impression that I was some scared little thing. Besides, logically I knew Mammon could (mostly) be trusted. Plus, having a pact with him meant I could stop him if he ever were to do something that really freaked me out.

“Oh please,” I dismissed. “It would take a lot more than an overgrown demon to scare me.”

“Hmmm,” Mammon hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe next time I should eat ya in my demon form, that might really give ya a fright.”

The joking tone of his voice was obvious, but I still sent a kick into the nearest wall in retaliation for the comment. “How many times do I have to tell you there won’t be a next time?” I huffed.

“Is it really so bad in there?” the demon inquired, once again prodding at the outside of his stomach.

I took a moment to assess my surroundings. It was just as pitch black as ever so I could only imagine what everything actually looked like. Surprisingly there was no foul odor, the stomach acid that was pooled at the bottom didn’t seem to have a scent to it. The temperature was a bit warmer than I’d prefer, but it was thankfully tolerable. And while the squishy stomach walls still kind of grossed me out, I had gotten pretty used to them already.

Being in the stomach itself wasn’t terrible, really it was the mere fact that I was in someone else’s stomach that I disliked so much. It was a matter of pride. Being in the Devildom, it was very important that I keep my head held high. Showing weakness would just encourage potential enemies to target me.

“It’s...well it’s not exactly the Ritz,” I responded, unsure of how exactly to explain it to Mammon. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to sleep in here either.” I couldn’t deny that it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but I wasn’t really sure if I’d be able to fall asleep with the knowledge that I was literally inside someone’s stomach.

As if on cue, Mammon gave a yawn that caused everything around me to tighten for a moment before loosening once again as he exhaled. “Well, let’s test it out,” he announced. That was the only warning I got before Mammon sat up and got to his feet.

With Goldie safely tucked away in a pocket, I was able to easily brace myself against the walls with both hands. I felt quite secure--that is until the floor suddenly became a wall and one of the walls I’d been holding onto suddenly became the floor. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” I thought to myself.

After a few moments of shifting as Mammon got situated, everything around me finally settled and I was able to get myself comfortable. It wasn’t like there was a ton of room to spread out, but it was plenty of space for me to lay flat. The stomach acid had seemed to dissipate shortly after Mammon had laid down, as if his body had finally caught on that I wasn’t going to be digested so it had no business sticking around.

“Comfy?” the demon asked as he went back to gently rubbing his stomach in a circular motion.

I snorted. “About as comfortable as someone can get in a stomach.”

“Good,” Mammon replied cheerfully, unphased by my grumpy tone.

“You better not roll onto your stomach,” I warned. While I figured the action wouldn’t necessarily hurt me, I doubted it would be comfortable being squished by the entirety of the giant demon’s bodyweight.

A chuckle echoed around me. “Don’t worry, I’m not much of a stomach sleeper,” Mammon promised.

With nothing else much to say, and exhaustion beginning to heavily set in, I said, “Okay...then goodnight, I guess.”

“G’night, Y/N.”

In a matter of minutes I could tell Mammon had already fallen asleep. His breathing was slow and even and his heartrate had dropped to a resting level. Honestly, the natural ambience of his body was kind of relaxing. The up and down motion his breaths caused almost made me feel like I was on a gently floating boat. It didn’t take much longer for me to drift effortlessly into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Mammon and I woke up, I demanded he quickly get me out and unshrink me. My urgency was in large part spurred by the fact that my bladder was absolutely screaming at me after having not been emptied in so long. I didn’t even get the chance to relish my return to normal size before I darted out to the bathroom, but not before ordering Mammon never to tell another soul about the previous night’s events.

After dumping everything I’d been wearing into the wash, taking an hour and a half long shower, and then absolutely stuffing myself during breakfast, I actually felt back to normal. Of course, I wasn’t about to forget the experience of being eaten anytime soon. And something told me Mammon wouldn’t either.

#we've reached the final part woohoo #shall we vore #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t vore #soft vore

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mercurypilgrim · 4 years ago

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Can we have Ven’fir rate the Dark council on level of hotness?

You bet we can!

Darth Acina

If Ven were not spoken for, he’d have the biggest thing for Acina. He sort of still does, a bit.

She’s classy and clever, and he’s always likes the put together ones. He loves her voice, thinks she’s gorgeous, and adores how well she gets her hands dirty. A woman who can tear her enemies apart without smudging her eyeliner? Unf.

A 9/10 for sure, the only deduction coming from her betrayal on Iokath. He had a very put out ‘really?’ moment.

Darth Arkous

Ven crushed. Ven crushed hard. Arkous ticked all Ven’s boxes. Elegant, cultured, handsome, not insane… Well, until the betrayal. Ven was very miffed by that but thinking Arkous was the kind of Sith he’d have gladly tumbled into bed with didn’t stop him from killing the man. An 8/10, because Ven really didn’t appreciate being made to look foolish.

Darth Aruk

Ven never bothered to find out who this is. 0/10 for being so boring that not even nosey Ven knew about you.

Darth Baras

Well. Ahem. Not a 0, surprisingly enough? Ven genuinely liked Baras, which made the betrayal sting even more. He was funny and Ven liked his voice. He also allowed Ven a lot of freedom where other Sith would not have. Sadly though, betrayal is not an attractive trait, and considering the pain he brought to Ven (physically, emotionally and reputationally), only merits a 5/10.

Darth Decimus

What, Ven would dearly like to know, is going on with this mans headwear? It’s awful. Decimus, why.

He also is a very callous individual and nothing turns Ven off like a lack of passion. Sorry Decimus, you rate a solid 1/10.

Darth Jadus

Ooh, an interesting one. He gets points for his wonderful voice, and then loses most of them because he’s a traitor and really, really creepy. Can no one go five minutes without upping and betraying everyone?

He’s tall, he’s built like a hovertank, he’s got a lovely voice, and he’s clever.

8/10.

Darth Malgus

Malgus. Oh, Malgus. You could have been so much higher than where you are. Ven was significantly more on board with his ideals than he let on, but honestly Malgus. The plan was bad, and you should feel bad. Also, he killed Eleena because he was an idiot. Ven does not approve of that kind of nonsense.

6/10.

Darth Marr

If he didn’t think he would have been eviscerated and dumped, Ven would have jumped him or gotten under his desk. Few things turn Ven on quite like competence and Marr has that in spades. He’s built, he’s smart, he’s got a hell of a voice, and he’s loyal.

50/10 with a bow on top. (Or somewhere else)

Darth Mortis

Ven likes older men. He isn’t sure why, but he just does. Mortis… he has something. A certain air about him of quiet competence, of cool power, and Ven likes that.

8/10.

Darth Ravage

Oh look, the mud on the bottom of Ven’s boots.

Ravage isn’t terrible to look at, Ven had to admit, but he was just so annoying. He would have been more handsome if his facial expression hadn’t been akin to smelling something foul, and his constant comments really grated on Ven’s nerves.

There are few people Ven could claim to genuinely despise, and Ravage is right there on the list.

-5/10

Darth Rictus

If the only thing Ven knows about you is that your kinda racist and you’re really, really old, you’re not getting any.

0/10.

Darth Thanaton

Ooh, yes.

Ven’s type shows itself yet again. Older, classy, smart, and cultured. Ven would have happily played boytoy for him for a while. Of course, Thanaton does the dumb thing and challenges Avior, so bungling that one takes a few points off.

Still, an 8/10 because Ven would in a heartbeat.

Darth Vengean

Another truly horrendous choice of headwear. Vengean was a bit of a blowhard and a warmonger, and Ven likes neither of those things. Truly, he had almost no opinion on him because he ended up on the wrong end of Ven’s lightsaber soon enough.

3/10.

Darth Vowrawn

Well then. Well then. Ven would likes to say ‘yes please and thank you’ while he takes his clothes off. Vowrawn is blisteringly clever, and he’s funny. What Ven wouldn’t give for more Sith who are funny. A gentleman with all the trappings of a rogue just does it for Ven.

10/10

Darth Zhorrid

Zhorrid would have been higher on the list had she not been… Zhorrid. She’s pretty and Ven feels a bit sorry for her, but he’s more of a mind to kill her out of mercy than share her bed. She treats Imperials like playthings and that’s something Ven really can’t get over.

4/10

Bonus

Darth Nox (Yare) ( @darkshadeless ;) )

Ven would be flirting within minutes (seconds, even) of meeting him. He’s built, he’s clever, he’s badass, he’s surprisingly sweet for a Sith. Ven would enjoy his company, and that’s worth a ton. He’s also gets flustered upon being hit on, and Ven does love a cute blush.

10/10.

Darth Nox (Avior)

Heh. Avior does have a certain something about him that Ven appreciates. He’s very clever and even though he tends to make Ven feel a bit stupid, it never comes across as intentional. He’s got a dry sense of humour and likes to banter, and Ven likes those cheekbones. Still, Avior is ace and aro and even if Ven flirts with him for fun, he knows not to press. Avior isn’t interested, and even Ven isn’t that much of an ass to ignore that.

7/10.

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Disregarding the fact that Ven is a bit of a ho, he actually wouldn’t get naked for a lot of the Council. He’s surprised too.

#swtor #long post #ask #Ven would sit on Marr's throne in nothing but that bow #And he's convinced Vowrawn is kinky #Ven has thought about this #because of course he has #Yare though...#Ven would be all over him in a heartbeat #XD #Poor Yare

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terresdebrume · 5 years ago

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The Witcher - Favorite reads masterpost

Like much of Tumblr, I have recently fallen down the delicious rabbit hole of the saga of Henry Cavill’s abs in form-fitting leather, aka the tv adaptation of The Witcher. As always, that means semi-obsessive fic reading which in turn means recs! So, here’s a non-exhaustive, always evolving list of my favorite Witcher fic.

As of right now it’s...well, almost exclusively geraskier, because shipping is my primary reason for reading fics and also the Witcher (TV) tag is one of the most uniformly slashy ones I’ve ever seen, but there will be other kind of fics too. Hope you’ll enjoy :)

Tagging @nyliekeo because I’ve been saying I’d give you a rec list for a while and I’m finally (beginning to) deliver. Other stories will be added as I catch up with my reading and/or discover new ones.

Now with a Volume 2

Last updated Feb. 20th 2020.

Non Geraskier fics

Nighttime Conversations - Starfleet_Command_Unite_Bi

Specs: 731 words - Eist/Calanthe - Teen & Up Summary: Eist and Calanthe have a mostly serious conversation. Set about a year after they get married.

what changed? - TheSoliloquy

Specs: 1939 words - Eist/Calanthe - Teen & Up Summary: Eist is a man born to belief and faith. Skelligens put stock in destiny... Perhaps they shouldn't. Or: Eist and his relationship with the Lioness of Cintra and her cubs.

Three times (and a half) - karadeniz

Specs: 4 450 words - General Audiences - Happy family dynamics Summary: The annals of Cintra are not that interesting, so Eist and Ciri push the definition of a history lesson a little.

You know The Princess Bride movie? Yeah, it's a little bit like that.

Capable - periwinklepromise

Specs: 100 words - General Audiences - Drabble Summary: Renfri is capable of many things

Between Roaches - RabidRabbit

Specs: 1 522 words - Geralt & Roach - General audiences - Sad going to hopeful Summary: Witchers live far, far longer lives than their mounts. So how does one deal with having to find another Roach when the loss of the previous one left a great gaping hole in the heart many people didn't believe Geralt had?

A Quiet Night - 2spaces_lesbo1

Specs: 1 214 words - Geralt & Ciri - General audiences - Fluff Summary: They have a still moment together.

you’ll be alright (no one can hurt you now) - hopeless_hope

Specs: 1 347 words - Teen & Up audiences - Grief/Mourning, soft dad Geralt Summary: “Hey,” he says, making sure he has her full attention. Ciri looks at him, and the amount of hope in her eyes scares him, though he’d never admit it. He pitches his voice low and soothing yet firm. “No one is going to hurt you while I’m here. And I won’t be leaving you.” She gives him a twisted smile. “They all say that,” she says bitterly, and Geralt spares himself a second to remind himself of what Ciri has lost. Her parents. Her grandparents. Her home. Geralt is all she has left. - In which Ciri has a nightmare and Geralt does his best to comfort her.

Geraskier fics

Limpid As Dammit - Gigi_Sainclair

Specs: 3 100 words - Teen & Up Summary: "The first time, Jaskier does it out of kindness, to avoid hurt feelings."

Becoming a hero - charlock221

Specs: 4 181 words - Teen & Up - Graphic depiction of violence Summary: Jaskier found that being a damsel in distress was only fun when the peril was very, very mild.Being a damsel in distress was definitely not fun when the peril was four thugs threatening him and he hadn’t spoken to his usual rescuer in several months.He just wasn’t sure he had what it took to become the hero.

The Ballad of Pots and Pans - 6th_magnitude

Specs: 1 880 words - Mature - Friends to lovers Summary: Geralt knows Jaskier is a bard - but until now, he’s never properly listened to his songs.

Astra Inclinant - JustGettingBy

Specs: 11 790 words - Explicit - AU Summary: When Jaskier is seven, he first hears the myths of the Witchers--those foul, half-human beasts.When Jaskier is twenty-one, he meets Geralt.He falls in love with him not long after.

kamilica - yogurtgun

Specs: 3 295 words - Explicit - Service Top Jaskier Summary: Jaskier rubs chamomile oil on Geralt's lovely bottom.

your very best friend, in the whole wide world - sargarepa

Specs: 5 996 words - General audiences - Soft!Geraskier - Touch-starved!Geralt Summary: Geralt of Rivia has spent a strange amount of time feverishly obsessing over the way Jaskier can just casually touch him, like it's nothing, like he's not an aberration capable of breaking Jaskier in half with a sneeze. Jaskier saw Geralt slice through monsters like pudding, covered in guts and grime and his own sweat and blood, but there he was, leaning against him and tuning his lute. Geralt doesn't know how to classify the feeling gripping him every time it happens, but he knows he doesn't want it to stop.

the world will follow after - friendlyghost

Specs: 8 827 words - Explicit - Dopplers - Scent kink Summary: The thing about dopplers is that while they know their target’s mind, they aren’t all that skilled in actually impersonating them. It’s easy to look like the baker’s wife and to know that she’s having an affair with the laundress down the road. It’s much harder to know not to kiss the laundress in front of the baker.In which a doppler impersonates Jaskier, Geralt realizes some things, and then they (Geralt and the real Jaskier) have sex. In that order.

His Touch - Sevent

Specs: 6 203 words - Mature - Touch starved! Geralt Summary: Jaskier is an affectionate man. It drives Geralt mad, but in more ways than he knows how to put into words.

Masterwork - phnelt

Specs: 1 461 words - Teen & Up - Master Bard!Jaskier Summary: “Master Jaskier, please meet your apprentice. Valdemar, do try to contain yourself.” Master Juhani looked at Jaskier’s expression and coughed. “Surely you remember the duties of a Master, Jaskier.”

let us shake the abacus - Ark

Specs: 3 062 words - Explicit - Denial (of feelings) Summary: "This is a bad idea," says Geralt."Terrible idea," Jaskier agrees. He kisses up Geralt’s neck, his tongue wicked on Geralt’s ear. "Really bad."

What Pleases You - jesstiel (jseca)

Specs: 5 725 words - Not rated - Geralt & Jaskier do go to the coast. Summary: “Well, it’s just – we were on the brink of finding a dragon. You had Yennefer in your grasp – or perhaps you in hers, it’s difficult to tell, sometimes. Adventure, peril, romance! And.. you walked away.”

“You asked me to,” Geralt says, like it's that easy.

Now With Chapter 2: They Actually Get To The Coast.

Companionship - ArliaDevi

Specs: 4 104 words - Teen & Up - Found family Summary: In which Ciri suspects but cannot confirm.

Or, Geralt and Jaskier get domestic. Well, as domestic as they can.

it steals all my reason - theredtailedhawkwithjewelsforeyes

Specs: 1 382 words - General Audiences - Pneumonia Summary: The worst thing, Geralt thinks, is the quiet. There is no singing, just the heavy labour of breaths hard-won.

Sinister as Silence - MountainRose

Specs: 1 783 words - Teen & Up - Monster of the week Summary: Jaskier goes quiet for one second, and it's enough for Geralt to have a heart attack.

When the Morning Light Shines In - QueenForADay

Specs: 2 760 words - General Audiences - Morning After, Lazy mornings Summary: Jaskier can’t think of any point in their travels together where he has woken up before the other man. In mornings where they were surrounded by trees, or half-way up a stupid, fucking mountain because of a stupid, fucking quest posed to them by some stupid, fucking man, he’ll always wake to the sound of Geralt moving around: whether it’s rolling up his own tent, or taking his blades to a whetstone, or fixing the last of Roach’s gear. He remembers Geralt telling him about not being able to sleep. Until then, he supposed, Witchers might not have needed it. Then again, until he met Geralt, he can’t say for certain that he knew exactly what a Witcher did and didn’t need. He can’t think of any point in their travels together where he has woken up before the other man – except for now.

The Knack of Acting Normal - KeriArentikai

Specs: 4 407 words - Teen & Up - Geralt is bad at feelings, but he gets better Summary: It's been almost two years since the last time he's seen him. Jaskier looks the same to Geralt. Maybe a little older, he supposes. Happier, certainly, than when he turned away on the rocks. [Geralt is sad. Jaskier is sad. And then after a while they are both happy.]

Weak, My Love, and I Am Wanting - TabbyCat33098

Specs: 2 443 words -Teen & Up - Getting together Summary: Jaskier has written a lot of ballads about some woman who has stolen his heart. The thing is, he's been on the road with Geralt for the past month. He hasn't had any time to court a woman, much less have his heart broken by her. So who is this woman? The answer may shock you. // “There’s no lady,” Geralt says. Jaskier trails off. “Well, of course not,” he says instead. “I imagine a woman would take grave offense to the frequency with which we give our patronage to brothels, not to mention your unseemly habit of bathing in monster blood and other revolting gunk.” He wrinkles his nose. “Perhaps I should write an ode to your masterful powers of observation next.” “But you were talking about a woman tonight,” Geralt continues, ignoring Jaskier entirely.

there’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met - theredtailedhawkwithjewelsforeyes

Specs: 2 469 words - Teen & Up - Not really a character death Summary: “I wonder,” says Dandelion, lounging under a tree- his lute is in his lap. Geralt is cleaning his sword and stealing glances at him every few moments. “I wonder why it is some people feel so familiar. I could swear I’d never met you, Geralt, but you’re- maybe it’s just from those old songs.” He strums a chord, and when he starts on Toss a Coin Geralt grits out a “stop it” before he can even think.

Where the Field Meets the Forest - karcheri

Specs: 782 words - General Audiences - Flowers meanings Summary: Jaskier has been putting flowers into Geralt's hair. He catches on.

Speechless - Silverynight

Specs: 1 371 words - Teen & Up - Emotional repression Summary: The first time Jaskier wakes up next to Geralt he tells himself it’s an accident, even though he knows it doesn’t make any sense. Of course he’s attracted to his friend (the witcher would never admit they’re friends because he’s an idiot, but they are friends) he’s been attracted to men before, however… He’s never actually slept with one before, only women. Perhaps that’s the reason why he hasn’t said anything since he woke up. He’s still trying to think about what happened. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, quite the opposite in fact, it’s just… Jaskier thought he’d never sleep with a man.

a broken pot can still hold water - MarionetteFtHJM

Specs: 28 742 words - Explicit - Jaskier makes Geralt grovel a bit. Summary: Despite what his outward code of conduct would have you thinking, Jaskier knows when he is not wanted. He allows himself the exact amount of three days of wallowing in that small town before he packs his meager possessions and hits the road like nothing happened. In those three days he sings and dances for his food and drink, fucks the pretty barmaid and sleeps off the hangover before heading out in the morning of the fourth day. He travels alone for the first time in a while but it’s alright. Now, if only people would stop telling him that the Witcher asks about him - that'd be swell.

Surprise, Surprise - Laylabinx

Specs: 1 732 words - Mature - Graphic depiction of violence Summary: Even in the dim light, he can see that Jaskier is absolutely covered in blood. His clothes are splattered with it, his face is streaked, there’s even blood in his hair. His arms are slick and saturated up to the elbow and the sharp, polished blade Geralt had given him before he went into the cave is still gripped tightly in one fist like he can’t let it go. His knees are drawn up to his chest like he’s trying to make himself very small and aside from his quiet, hitched breathing he doesn’t move at all.Jaskier blinks at him and his expression crumples just slightly as he stifles back a sob. “I killed them.” (Or Jaskier is forced to kill in self-defense and does not handle it well. Geralt helps him pick up the pieces.)

Opulence - QueenForADay

Specs: 7 237 words - Explicit - Praise kink, some plot. Summary: In private, and sheltered from the wandering eyes of stablehands, Jaskier presses a light kiss to Geralt’s neck. “Please?” he mumbles against the skin, smirking as he trails his nose along a tendon there. “For me?” Geralt turns, catching Jaskier’s lips in a kiss that, if he wasn’t completely aware of how discreet they have to be, would become so much more. Jaskier still doesn’t move his hands though; one on the small of Geralt’s back, and the other holding on to a forearm. When he pulls away, Jaskier tries to follow, but a barked order from one of the grooms to a nearby stableboy makes him pull away. “Siren,” Geralt sighs. He would follow Jaskier anywhere. The bard knows that. He’s abused that fact. But the city they’re heading to has a reputation; draped in gold with springs of silver in the main square, it’s opulence at its finest. And Geralt is pretty sure that, although he’ll appreciate the comfy bed and the nice food, he’s going to fucking hate the rest of it.

Here’s a safe place (to lay your heart down) - Some_Dead_Guy

Specs: 1 439 words - Teen & Up - Hurt/Comfort Summary: “My mother used to do this for me, when I got headaches.” Jaskier murmurs, his voice quiet and soft, “I was a bit clumsy as a child, still am now I’m sure you’d say.” Jaskier chuckles and Geralt can feel the puff of his breath against his face, “I hit my head a lot, and this would make me feel better. Not sure how well it works on Witchers but–” “Works just fine.” Geralt mumbles, and his head splitting headache has dulled to a barely there throb under Jaskier’s fingers. Or, Geralt has a headache and his bard comes to the rescue.

I spoke your name (out loud to the room) - objectlesson

Specs: 1 151 words - Mature - Unrequited love Summary: You wish Jaskier would leave you the fuck alone, but he clings to you like ash after flames have laid waste to a village, like clotted crimson after you have killed something with your bare hands. However, you can scrub blood out from under your nails. Jaskier, so far, has proven to be far more indelible.

To Sleep Perchance To - Sospes

Specs: 16 955 - Mature - Graphic depiction of violence, torture, PTSD Summary: Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him. Except it's not quite that simple.

Scales and Songs - TeenyTinyTony

Specs: 4 640 words - Teen & Up - Siren!Jaskier AU Summary: Geralt had known from the moment Jaskier introduced himself that the bard wasn't human, but he had seemed harmless enough and Geralt wasn't one to chase something that wasn't hurting anyone. It was easier not to mention it.

Starving on Scraps of Kindness - penguistifical

Specs: 4 388 words - Explicit - Orgasm delay/denial, not entirely human!Jaskier Summary: "It seems obvious in retrospect, but Geralt didn’t realize Jaskier’s true nature until the two of them encountered a succubus."

Benefits - ShastaFirecracker

Specs: 3 319 words - Explicit - Friends with benefits, coming untouched Summary: Whenever Jaskier's mouth isn't occupied, he talks. Low, easily, about anything. Sounds to soothe. And the thing is – unlike all the rest of the time, Jaskier is pretty sure that when he talks while he's chasing Geralt's pleasure, Geralt listens. It's a heady drug. And yes, Jaskier is becoming addicted.

Sleepsong - QueenForADay

Specs: 1 643 words - General audiences - Geralt wakes up from a nightmare, Jaskier helps. Summary: Some part of him wishes that people could see this – the man that they all fear so much, the Witcher, a hunter of the supernatural and evil, placated by his bard’s voice, melting into his arms. All he’s missing is hearing Geralt purr like a housecat. Every so often, Jaskier’s ears prick at the sound of a murmur of a hum leaving the other man, particularly when Jaskier presses a kiss to the crown of Geralt’s head, or runs his foot along the length of Geralt’s bared leg.

And at the same time, he would gladly pick up a sword and kill anyone who even thought of intruding on a moment like this.

When sorrow sang - Ailendolin

Specs: 11 184 words - Teen & Up audiences - Regret, pining Summary: Alone, with only his trusted lute as companion, Jaskier sat in front of a pitiful fire, strumming his instrument with almost absentminded fingers. His hands were trembling, something Geralt had never seen them do before, and that was startling enough to make him pause at the edge of the clearing, just out of sight. “I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting,” Jaskier sang softly, and his voice broke with so much sorrow Geralt could feel it in his very bones. After their fight it doesn't take long for Geralt to stumble upon Jaskier again. There's only one way down the mountain, after all. What he didn't expect was to catch him in an unguarded moment - one that changes everything for both of them.

Neither one prepared - Sevent

Specs: 10 050 words - Mature - Idiots who don’t know they’re in love, semi-slow burn Summary: Between the Djinn and the Dragon Hunt, Geralt and Jaskier share many encounters on the road. A collection of coincidences, through Jaskier's eyes.

look what you made me do - cicak

Specs: 6 569 words - Explicit - Farce with porn Summary: “Like that dandy has ever bedded a woman,” the woman at the next table scoffed. “All those sexy songs of his are about that Witcher.”

The Love of a Bard - SpaceSexual

Specs: 2 103 words - Teen & Up audiences Summary: "The pen is mightier than the sword - and so it would seem, is the lute." Jaskier's a bard, a truly exceptional model of his vocation. He writes songs that bring crowds to their feet and thinks his time spent with the Witcher has let him learn a step or two of his own. However, some dances require one step forward, and a few very rapid, fear-filled, paces back.

Priorities - Penguistifical

Specs: 2 590 words - Teen & Up - Geralt cares and so does Jaskier Summary: Geralt’s getting used to a certain bard's company, but he can’t help but notice that Jaskier takes better care of his lute than of himself.

Curiosities - Luddleston

Specs: 3 109 words - Teen & Up audiences - Banter, witcher biology Summary: "Geralt, let me ask you a question." "No." "Oh, come now. It's nothing ridiculous." Jaskier does his research, Geralt is tired of all the questions, and the questions get more and more personal along the way.

Woodash and iron and leather - LokelaniRose

Specs: 9 874 words - Explicit - Mutual admiration - Mutual pining Summary: Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear. Russian Translation here Korean Translation here

lay (not) your heart against him - theredtailedhawkwithjewelsforeyes

Specs: 1 368 words - Teen & Up audiences - Geralt of Rivia is bad at communicating, scenting Summary: He’s a brave man but the core of it is that he trusts Geralt to save him before anything ever gets too close. It’s- Well. Geralt thinks the last time someone trusted him as far as they could throw him was when he was still a child. Before Kaer Morhen, before anything. His world is a cruel, cutthroat one. He doesn’t know what to do with this unceasing, unspoken dedication. So he doesn’t mention it. Probably Jaskier doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

The Ballad of the Bard and the Moon - Ravenheart

Specs: 2 605 words - Mature - It’s all about the YEARNING Summary: If the moon allowed it, Jaskier would call himself a worshipper for as long as he lived. And that, he guessed, was the problem. Because the moon could keep you company, but it couldn't worship back. It might give you direction, and you might even be blessed with its protection, but it would go its own way, whether you followed or stayed behind. Stubbornly determined to walk the night at its own pace, painting its own path. (Alternatively: Jaskier spends over 2k trying to figure out that he's in love with Geralt, and then he does something about it)

in restless dreams i walked alone (the sound of silence) - august_embers

Specs: 16 136 words - Not rated - Mental health issues, suicidal thoughts (but no actual suicide attempt), Jaskier is not okay sometimes Summary: "Geralt is able to scent the guilt on a lying man from ten feet away, to catch sight of half a pawprint in the undergrowth in the dead of night, to know when to lean back before the coming blade can cut through his throat. Much of it comes from his training at Kaer Morhen, where his instincts were honed and enhanced, but even more comes from his travels and experiences while walking the Path. Geralt notices things, because not noticing means death. He does not notice the lack of singing." Something is very wrong with Jaskier.

front row praises - The_Watchers_Crown

Specs: 25 098 words - Explicit - Porn with feelings Summary: The girl rolls her eyes at him. “If you’re just going to stand here ogling the witcher, maybe go and do it out of the way.” “Ogling.” Jaskier scoffs. “Who’s ogling?” She looks unimpressed. “Have you told him you want him to fuck you?”

Inspiration - CobaltCephalopod

Specs: 1 131 words - General audiences - Magic, musical instruments Summary: Between all the half-hummed melodies and scratched out words to be had over the course of decades, Geralt knows how Jaskier’s songs work and how they are made. He’s the subject of them, more often than not, and he can’t count the number of hours spent falling asleep to Jaskier’s strumming while he huddles closer to the dying fire to read what he’d scribbled so far. Or: I figured Filavandrel's lute probably has some kind of magic in it.

a fool by profession - besselfcn

Specs: 967 words - General audiences - Jaskier tells his problems to a horse Summary: “Make sure my horse gets a bath,” Jaskier mumbles, in a poor imitation of Geralt’s distressingly low register. “Who does he think he is, honestly? Man has one bloody popular song written after him and he thinks I’ll attend to his beck and call, is that it?” He gives pause for Roach to weigh in, if she’s inclined. She snorts.

i’ve never been there bu i know the way - theredtailedhawkwithjewelsforeyes

Specs: 2 525 words - Mature - Basically jaskier starts being competent and Geralt is like. huh. Huh. Summary: On the left hand of the noble, however, is Jaskier. His charm is turned up to eleven, and Geralt could swear he’s batting his eyelashes, and his voice is all syrupy-sweet. He squints at his bard to no avail- Jaskier is very determinedly seducing this damn noble. And what’s worse is that it’s working. Somehow, improbably, Jaskier is charming him through shockingly well delivered compliments and subtle little flattering remarks. It’s such a far cry from the stuttering, irritating bard Geralt knows that he feels almost offended, like this has been purposefully hidden from him just to pull out at the most fucking inopportune time he could possibly find.

Tinseltown - LaurytheLatrador

Specs: 16 545 words - Mature - Alternate Universe - Hollywood Summary: Back when Jaskier was a small town busker he hooked up with Geralt, an MMA fighter gaining renown. Now Jaskier's a musician struggling to keep his head above water in Los Angeles, while his ex is one of the most famous actors in the world. He never expected their paths to cross again, but there wouldn't be any stories if life went the way we expect.

Where there’s a Witcher - ghostinthelibrary

Specs: 61 278 words - Mature - Alternate Universe - Modern setting Summary: Jaskier is a twentysomething recently unemployed journalist and amateur musician looking for his big break. So when he’s saved from the jaws of a wyvern by the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia, he comes up with a brilliant idea: he’ll follow the Witcher around and sing about their exploits. He’ll gain fame and fortune and Geralt will get a much needed image rehab. Everyone wins. Unless Jaskier goes and falls in love like an idiot.

The Witcher Wolf - im_fairly_witty

Specs: 11 448 words - Teen & Up audiences - Geralt accidentally becomes an emotional support animal Summary: It’s been two weeks since Geralt shouted Jaskier away from him on that mountain and Jaskier has been handling it like a champ by forlornly wandering alone in the wilderness with his lute. When he (literally) stumbles across an injured white wolf he decides to take a chance and see if he can help it, appreciating the irony of the situation but not quite realizing why it is that the wolf’s golden eyes look exactly like his Witcher’s... Inspired by @kayivy's lovely art on tumblr

home is nowhere, therefore you - Ark

Specs: 18 134 words - Explicit - Fairytales, love confessions Summary: "Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

Two Halves of a Whole - penguistifical

Specs: 3 450 words - Teen & Up audiences - Alternate Universe - Daemons Summary: Geralt doesn’t take much notice at first when the small brown bird alights on his table.

Second Refrain - Kenjiandco

Specs: 7 006 words - Explicit - Siren magic has unexpected effects on witchers Summary: It’s been...Gods, it’s been more than a year since their paths last crossed. Since Geralt emphatically un-crossed them, one could say, outside another cave high up on a windy mountain top. And here they are, trapped like a couple of treed cats in this little hole in a cliff face. No horse, no pack, no potions, no swords. Just a rapidly dwindling handful of dried meat, a useless hunting knife, a festering bite in his side that hurts much more than it should...and Jaskier, the surest omen that everything in his life is about completely stop making sense. Again. In which back-to-back encounters with a siren, a wyvern, and an old, old friend leave Geralt in need of a rescue. Just not the one he thought he needed.

is there a person more cherished - nowherebound

Specs: 629 words - General audiences - Just Geralt and Jaskier loving each other very much Summary: Geralt is the most fond of him. Fond, fond, fond… fond of his chestnut hair and sloped eyebrows, smoothed back by two gentle thumbs; honest eyes and sweet voice, bathing him in praise; slender waist and soft belly, perfect for resting his head on; petite hands, fingertips calloused from lute strings. How pretty, how divine, how lovely that Geralt is the one who gets to hold him, to love him. Yes, he is the most fond.

Food of love - tanktrilby

Specs: 22 485 words - Teen & Up audiences - Magical bard Jaskier, Renfri lives Summary: I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again. (or: the one where Jaskier channels magic through his songs, and it almost never goes as expected.)

You Suffer Alone, Not Anymore - Sevent

Specs: 2 719 words - Teen & Up - Roach is an emotional support horse Summary: There's much Geralt is willing to put up with. The trials and tribulations of his witcher youth prepared him for a lifetime of cruelty and scorn. No one ever prepared him for kindness.

Guide - TenSpencerRiedPlease

Specs: 2 740 words - Not Rated - Alternate Universe - Sentinels and Guides, Protective Jaskier Summary: “Oh for the love of god Geralt, could you cooperate for like five minutes?” Jaskier asks as he pushes Geralt to sit on the ground. He doesn’t look impressed about it but if his ass wasn’t constantly going into some type of zone out or sensory overload this wouldn’t be an issue. They’ve already had to mute all the colors on the TV, it never plays very loud, he’s only just gotten used to sun light of all things and he can sit on the ground because Jaskier has long ago discovered that if he’s touching Geralt he doesn’t lose his focus in another sense so much. Geralt glares at him the whole way down but he does go.

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Ch. 14: The Catacombs

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1209

Pairing: OT8 x OCs

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

A/N: Italics means they’re speaking Korean

Once the crew had the notes, maps, and everything else they needed for their first task, Jongho remained on board to carry out the latter stretch of his punishment from London as everyone else geared up and stepped off of the ship. The camouflage mode was on, so no one else would raid the HALA if they were to come across the field. Sunlight danced in between the forest tree branches, providing more than enough light for their journey. The ground didn’t have too much grass, so the crew was able to walk through with ease. Hongjoong was the one leading them, Dahae behind him, and the others trailing behind them with Yunho as the caboose. San stayed glued behind Celestia, and Yeosang carried the necessary medical supplies. Everyone else was busy trying to stay quiet and alert. The forest itself didn’t seem to be traveled a lot, but no one wanted to take any chances.

For about thirty minutes, the crew suddenly came to a stop as the captain looked through an opening amongst the trees. In the distance he could see the remains of the arena.

“Almost there,” he called back.

A thud and a shocked yelp sounded from behind him. His head turned on a swivel to find that Phoebe had tripped over something. Yeosang helped her up and brushed a few leaves off of her jacket.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked.

“Yeah,” Phoebe replied. “This random brick decided it would be funny to catch my foot and make me fall.”

“A brick?” Grace-Anne repeated. “In the middle of a forest?”

“There was probably an old building here that collapsed.”

“If that were the case, there would be ruins,” Celestia chimed in. “Or at least more than one brick.”

Phoebe looked down at the faded red piece of cement. That’s when she noticed it was still attached to something but somehow still loose.

“Wait a minute,” she whispered. She knelt down by it and began to push the surrounding leaves aside. “Holy-“

“What did you find, Phoebs?” Dinah asked as she and the rest of the crew rushed over.

She had uncovered some sort of circular lid made of rusted iron built into the ground. Multiple bricks surrounded it, and the lid had one handle, which told them it would lead somewhere. There was also some engraving in center, but it was written in Italian.

“This probably leads to a sewage system,” Phoebe guessed, “but from what we’ve been studying from the information given to us, this could be the entrance to the catacombs.”

Before the crew left the ship that morning, they quickly studied each of the photos and notes to figure out which ones they would need for their first stop. After about an hour of shuffling through the various papers, they were able to piece together their guides for each destination.

Hongjoong set his backpack down and opened it. He fished around in it before pulling out the picture he needed and was able to identify the lid as the entrance to the catacombs.

“I stand corrected,” Phoebe muttered.

“This is it,” he confirmed. “Mingi, Seonghwa, San, see if you can get it open.”

The three of them set down their bags, and made their way to the entrance. With Seonghwa in the middle and the other two on either side of him, all three of them used both hands and gripped the rusted handle. On the count of three, the men used their combined strength and pulled the lid upwards. It was heavy, and each of them let out grunts of effort. However, the sound of metal scraping concrete let them know it was lifting. Seonghwa, San and Mingi pulled once more, and the lid flew open and landed backwards with a heavy thud, the force causing them to stumble backwards a little.

“Well done,” the captain praised them.

Everyone moved closer to the now open entrance and looked down into it. It was pitch dark, but they somehow managed to make it out to be a tunnel. San looked up to see which direction it was going, and sure enough it was leading towards the Colosseum.

“What do you think we’ll find?” Dahae asked no one in particular.

“Hopefully, a diamond,” San answered. “If the sources we have are accurate, at least.”

“We won’t know if we don’t explore,” said Hongjoong as he pulled a flashlight out of his backpack. “Does everyone have their flashlights?”

The crew all pulled out flashlights from their bags. Hongjoong then instructed everyone to climb down the ladder that was built into the wall of the entrance. He went first, the railings dusty and cold to the touch. A whiff of something toxic and foul smelling assaulted his nostrils, and he whipped out his black mask with a built in filter.

“Put your masks on,” he instructed. Everyone else obeyed before following him into the tunnel.

Seonghwa was next to climb down, and he and Hongjoong helped everyone else who climbed down the ladder. Celestia had help from San and Taeran as she reached the bottom, and Yunho was the last to climb down. Before he shut the lid, Yunho had managed to pull the brick out of the ground and use it as a wedge to keep the lid open for when they left the tunnels.

Thirteen flashlights switched on, illuminating the once dark catacombs, and the crew began their journey through it. The air in the tunnel was cold despite the outside weather having the warmth of early springtime. It was also quiet, the only noises being the crew’s footsteps echoing off the walls and water dripping in the distance. The catacombs weren’t claustrophobic. Mingi and Yunho’s heads barely brushed the ceiling, and the width allowed for two people to walk side by side. The ground beneath them was made of rock, and a few loose stones were kicked with each footstep.

For the first few minutes of their walk, the tunnel seemed to just be nothing but that. No ancient markings, no skeletons (thankfully), nothing. The only sound that now echoed was the city’s traffic passing above them.

San pulled out his map of the catacombs and shined his flashlight on it.

“There should be two more tunnels up ahead, captain,” he informed.

Sure enough, the crew came across said fork.

“Which way do we go?” Dinah asked.

Grunting in frustration, San answered, “It just says ‘Follow Mercury.’ How are we supposed to follow a planet when we’re underground?”

“We can’t use our phones, either,” added Taeran. “We have no signal.”

“Maybe it means the chemical,” Wooyoung chimed in.

“Why would anyone need mercury down here?”

“I’m just trying to help.”

Celestia glanced at where San pointed out the instruction, and then used her flashlight to try to shine some light on something. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but a part of her hoped it was something that would help the crew move forward. Her beam then came across something engraved into the red ceiling in the left tunnel. Moving closer, the shape looked like a staff wrapped by two snakes and wings sitting at the top.

“I don’t think it’s planets or chemicals we’re following,” she called to them.

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kiliinstinct · 5 years ago

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Dragon Bond: Chapter 4

Summary: The bond was formed to save a Kingdom before it ever became a nation. Now, it is waning and the Dragon’s grow restless. One Princess has the key to save it, but how can she when unaware it even exists?

Current Rating: T Pairing: Nalu and Various Others Written By: RougeScribe A03: All Current Chapters

Important Note: This story was originally written 5-6 years ago and made it up to 10 chapters before I removed it from FF.Net. Many of the chapters are unedited, but it is my wish to eventually continue this story. See this post for more details!

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|Ch 3| – |Next|

Chapter 4: Back Too Soon

It was high noon when Mirajane realized something was wrong. Like most nights, she had stayed up late to clean and shoo the occupants out by sunup. The feeling was subtle. An inkling that gradually grew throughout the day. First during her time at the castle (bustling about the kitchen’s and sculler) - only to grow in intensity as time clicked by, closer to time for the bars opening. Despite these feelings, Mirajane had many things to look forward to. The top of her list being a hopeful return of Natsu and Lucy that night.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling off; couldn't put her finger on it. Worry slowly consumed her as she hoped the tavern master would visit soon. She often brought all her concerns to him and this time was no different. Years ago, Mirajane had learned that feelings were not to be ignored; that there was always a connection with the world around her -thanks to the magic in her blood.

It would always serve as a special warning: An innate sense that all mages would have, if they could learn to listen. She did, but understanding was another thing entirely.

The woman had just settled on ignoring the feelings, loading the ovens in the Tavern’s Kitchen with firewood, when the cause of her feelings struck her. Quite literally in her abdomen. With a force that pulled air from her lungs in a loud, pained gasp.

"MIRA! We have to get NATSU!" A distraught Happy had barreled into her with wings extended and a glow around his body. He was shivering from exertion and tiny paws dug into her dress like a lifeline. The small cat was a sight she had not been ready for.

"Happy? What are you doing here? It's only been a day since you left!" She held the blue ball of fur close as he shivered, bereft with fever caused by overexertion.. "Oh, you poor thing, what's happened?"

Happy barely made out the words as his wings drooped and eyes glazed over. "I.. have...to tell Natsu that-that... there's something important I have to tell him!" He wavered for a moment and Mirajane set him down in the corner of her kitchen, where she often let him sleep after a long flight. He looked like he needed it, practically melting into the tiny, square cushion as white wings faded away.

"He may be here tonight," She consoled and forced the distraught cat to lie down. "Please rest, you're not well.." He looked close to protesting, but another rack of shivers took him as he dropped off to sleep. Mirajane worried her bottom lip, teeth biting into the soft skin as she observed him. She would wake him as soon as Natsu arrived, she decided. It had to be serious to put the little thing in such a state.

Mirajane resumed preparing to open the bar and silently hoped whatever was so urgent wasn't half as serious as Happy made it out to be. They had plenty of things to worry about without more bearing down on them. Frowning, she made a mental wish that everything would be just fine at Natsu’s arrival.

The day was far too lovely to stay indoors and the Courtyard Gardens were well suited for taking a book and reading within them. Lucy had finished her studies that morning and was eager to enjoy her Afternoon freedom. Braced against an ornately decorated bench, she perused through a tome of Ancient Legends and wondered how the librarian always knew exactly what book would catch her eye each day. She vowed to ask one day, but the tiny woman never stayed in the vicinity long enough to gain her attention. Always so busy… and Lucy hated the thought of using her own authority to get in the way of that.

So she took her newest acquisition and found fit to read with a contented grin on her face. Despite the random sounds of shouting and what sounded suspiciously like an explosion off in the distance. It pulled her attention away from her musings many a time, brows furrowing in curious agitation. Near the Mage Barracks, of course- the Corps must have been sparring, or training or… well, whatever it is they did when bored, she supposed.

From the distance, it almost looked like they were playing and after a fifth interruption, she caught the telltale signs of Natsu darting in between a few of them- his pink head hard to miss. (And it gave her the answer to her unasked question pertaining to the sudden bursts of flame that caught her eye.) He never understood subtlety- a trait that often made her wonder how he ever got his job with her.

The changed subject in her mind pulled a wistful sigh from Lucy- head tilting back to look towards the clouds while her fingers marked the page in her book. She had done it. She had visited Fairy Tail and it had been more than she could have hoped for. The night had been such a whirlwind, but the liberation of being accepted as someone normal made everything look all the more bright. Lucy no longer wondered why Natsu made a habit of rushing off to their any chance he could make- in fact, she was rather excited at the idea of returning. Would he take her? She hoped!

Natsu had given her a possible hint towards bringing her there again, the night before when she realized she would not get a second venture out two days in a row. To not rouse suspicion, naturally, but only her trust in Natsu had kept her patience in tact. He may not have been the sharpest spear in her Father’s Family, but he was the most reliable, of that, Lucy was certain.

Giggling to herself, Lucy resumed reading. The book’s contents held her interest, covering all manner of myths and legends that could have been true once upon a time. She was especially interested in the chapters speaking of Dragons. No one had seen a beast such as that in generations, but the tome’s details rekindled a small childish hope that maybe they would prove to be real in her lifetime.

Lifetime- … her thoughts danced towards the summer awaiting her, ruining the bubbly emotions in her stomach. There’s no way I’m seeing a dragon if I’m married off before the fall hits… How was she to deal with that? Jude’s words from their last talk in his office left a foul taste in her mouth and Lucy forced her eyes back into focus on the words in front of her. She didn’t want to think about it.

Lucy had no chance to turn the page. A sudden gust of hot air fanned her face, force great enough to blow her hair back as a burst of fire exploded by her feet. The heat engulfed her and she shrieked, legs folding under herself to the safety of the bench. Her book fell against the stack brought with her and scattered to the ground. With eyes flinched, she awaited the fire to either spread or disperse, opening only when a sudden shadow passed over.

Her eyes met with Natsu' back, blocking the flash of light and energy that had gone off too close.it. As the light faded, Lucy blinked the spots out of her, dazed.

"Damnit,"Her guard cursed and she noticed the scorch mark inches from her feet and the charred edges on two of her books. "Gray! You almost made me hit Lucy, you bastard!"

"What- Don't blame me for your terrible aim, Natsu!"

He growled again as Lucy jumped from the bench, ignoring her hair draping across her face in messy strands and that the hem of her skirts were lined with soot. She inspected the charred ground, surmising that a misplaced blast of magic shot the distance from the training grounds to her seat. She would have been impressed by the distance Natsu covered with both his magic ad reflexes, but the smell of a few burnt strands of hair struck her, fueling her rage. She noticed the royal guard Natsu fought at Fairy Tail the day before, shouting towards them, but Lucy didn’t pick up the words he said.

Lucy couldn’t contain her fury and shouted, "Natsu! ... You MORON!" Snatching a book, she struck the back of his head. Not enough to damage, but enough to stun. Natsu spun to face her, eyes wide and expression sheepish.

"Lucy! -I'm sorry, I didn't mean," He fell silent when she took one step towards him and waved the book threateningly.

"That is Princess Lucy to you, right now!" She seethed - steam felt as if it could burst from her ears. With an imperceptible bow and a light squeak of apology, Natsu shot back towards the grounds, where she was certain he'd begin his fighting anew with Gray. The urge to chase after was great, taking two more steps after him before she froze, mentally attempting to compose herself.

She looked like a mess. Was the daughter of a King and had just struck her body guard in public! Panic swelled within and she hurriedly began gathering her books.. She hoped her father didn't catch wind of this! Lady's did not shout and strike their guards in anger and they most certainly didn't run across the grounds in a singed dress! With a mental note to inform the gardeners about the damage, she rushed back to her quarters, hoping to find Lisanna in time to help her change.

She didn't notice Natsu watching as she ran before he resumed sparring; Just as she didn't notice the Quartermaster shout at the two Mages. If she had stayed longer, she would have witnessed the old man, furious in his reprimands, interrupted by a servant rushing out a small set of doors, summoning him inside.Perhaps she would have also noticed the annoyance that crossed his face as well as the sudden, scowl shadowing Natsu’s expression.

But she noticed none of these things, as she had near ruined books to apologize for and a new dress to change into. If Natsu was lucky, she wouldn't strike him again when he took her out that night!

Makarov Dreyar, Quartermaster and trainer of the Mage Corpse, was not happy when he entered King Jude's study. His brats had destroyed the grounds again and had even embarrassed the Princess. If not for the fact he knew Lucy kept secrets from her father, he would have assumed this summons to cover the event that had occurred, but he was lucky. News did not spread so fast. Makarov wasn’t worried when he walked the halls to the King’s study, but his gait carried a stiffness that revealed a secret tension.

He hated speaking with Jude.

Makarov slammed the door open as he entered and stepped in fast enough for the doors to bang shut behind him with equal force. The resounding echoes served to expel his irritation and he fought the urge to sneer when the King glared from his seat.

"Greetings, Your Highness, " he said, tone mocking as he bowed low to the floor. It was a quick bow, but thanks to his short stature, it looked as if he would touch the ground with his nose anyway.

"Makarov," Jude greeted with a hard stare and eyed the doors, "I now know who to blame the next time one of those mages slam that door in my presence. Apparently even you don't have manners."

"My apologies,” Makarov replied drolly, "but I thought you knew that already."

Jude was unamused, but declined to respond. Instead, he pulled out an old ledger from the desk and turned the frayed pages. His expression shifted, reflecting anxiety. Makarov, like many others, knew the King as a stoic, calculating man- but he recognized that ledger. Standing straighter, he twitched his nose and waited. So, he was summoned for that was he?

"The demands for tithe have not been made this year," Jude said after minutes of silence. "It's every five years, and this is the fifth year, is it not?"

"It is."

The King stared at him and Makarov had to resist rolling his eyes.

"It is, your highness." He amended, biting his tongue. The King nodded and resumed looking through the pages. His face was taut and his eyes glowered as if trying to set the pages alight. Makarov cleared his throat and added, "Perhaps there is no Tithe this year?"

"Don't be absurd, you know better." Makarov nodded his consent and Jude grumbled under his breath slamming the ledger shut with an aggravated hiss, "They better not dare to demand more from me if tithe does not make it on time. I won't give them double just because they lost their minds and forgot to issue the new demand!"

He was angry and Makarov wisely held off from reminding his King that these things were not easily forgotten. Instead, he glanced out the windows and shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps, you should make a trip to see them."

Jude sputtered, turning his scowl on the shorter man."Preposterous, that would be far too suspicious this time of year."

"Would it really, your majesty?" Makarov questioned with a raised eyebrow. "The King of Fiore has been cooped up in his castle for the entire winter and decides to leave for a week-long excursion of hunting to resettle himself. A few trusted guards come along and it's an outing. Is that something to question?" The room grew quiet as Jude stared and Makarov’s eye twitched. While he entertained himself by annoying the King, Makarov gave no show of it.. The candles flickered as the two men pressed their wills upon each other with their gazes until, finally, the King deflated.

"You make a valid point," He conceded, but his glare turned acidic, "You will accompany me for this." Makarov’s face dropped and he cursed beneath his breath. Of course that's what would happen, why was he even surprised?

"Lucy, you're not still mad at me are you?"

"Do not call me Lucy."

Natsu whined childishly and pouted, "You are still mad at me!"

"No. I'm just livid."

"...what?"

Lucy sighed, "Fine, I'm still mad at you!"

"I knew it! Come on, I told you it was an accident!" Natsu whined again and Lucy rubbed her temples in consternation. He had been begging her to forgive him since they began their trek to Fairy Tail. They were still walking down the street and his begging had persisted every step of the way. She would have forgiven him the moment he’d walked through her door if he hadn't been pressing her the entire time.

Lucy didn't want to be mad. She was excited to see the bar once again and wanted to excitedly talk to her friend all about it. There was still remnants of her panic from that evening that held her tongue, however- twisting into her throat each time she considered it. Lucy was usually more composed. It would do neither of them any good if her father suspected she had been 'corrupted' in some manner. She struggled with the fear that he would change her guard to another if he ever thought Natsu negatively impacted her.

Sighing, she turned her gaze towards him and shook her head,"Yes, I know you did." She said, feeling her mind growing exhausted from the exertion of holding her anger.

"Then can you forgive me? I swore I wouldn't let anything harm you Lucy, even with my own fire. I did manage to stop it after all." Sensing her ire was starting to die , Natsu placed an arm on her shoulder and ushered her towards the double doors of the bar that quickly approached.

"Maybe, but stop calling me Lucy!" She ordered, feeling that despite her willingness to forgive, she still had to hold onto something to punish her fire mage with.

"No way!" He countered, hands now gripping the door handles. How did they get there so soon, she wondered? "You're not a Princess when you're out here, you're just Lucy! So I'm calling you Lucy all I want." The tone in his voice brook no arguments and Lucy’s face flushed.

Of course he'd know the exact words to say, didn't he always? Being just Lucy was a privilege she didn't get often and the statement sent all aggravation out of her head. "F-fine... just - just open the doors already!" She groused, crossing her arms while her face flared.

Natsu grinned in victory, "You got it, Lucy." She was more prepared for what she would see than she had been the other night. Lucy was ready for the smell of smoke and alcohol and the buzz of conversation. The cheering and drunken songs. She was even prepared for the smiles on everyone's face when they welcomed her like an old friend and for Natsu to rush off and brawl with the first person he saw the moment they entered.

That didn’t happen.

What Lucy wasn't prepared for, was the blue streak of fur that attached itself to Natsu as soon as they crossed the threshold, shouting piteously, "Natsu! I have to talk to you right now, why didn't you come sooner?!" Nor was she prepared to see Natsu greet it with a concerned, haphazard smile, a pat on the head and a confused tilt of his head.

"Happy? You made it here in less than two days? How did you manage that, buddy?" His smile was wide, but something in his eyes dulled. Lucy noticed half the occupants were watching them as the scene unfolded, but she couldn’t pay attention. Her eyes were glued to the furry animal with wings nestled in her bodyguard's arms.

"I flew as fast as I could!" The cat cried out, exhausted, but his eyes were wide and he spoke with a rush. "I have to talk to you right now! It's important!"

These things were not things that Lucy could prepare herself, let alone process. She didn’t even register the words coming out of the cat's mouth other than the fact that words were, in fact, being said- rather than it being a halluzination. There was a cat with wings.. talking to her bodyguard like they knew each other. A cat with…

The book she had told of myths and legends struck her like a ton of bricks and Lucy asked before she could even think, "...is...that an exceed?"

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kaffeinic · 5 years ago

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Caffeinic | Bang Chan

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Barista!Bang Chan

Genre: Fluff // Romance

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Preamble: You’ve been going to the same coffee shop for the past four years. You’ve ordered the same thing almost every single day, and you never, ever skip on that part of your morning. So, when Mrs. Park hired a new barista and the once serene café was suddenly flooded with people every second of the day, you were less than thrilled.

You continued your routine as usual throughout the next few months. The café was still just as crowded as it had always been in the morning, so you opted to visit during the evening. You and Chan had become well-acquainted before you switched the timing of your coffee breaks.

It was late autumn, - possibly early winter - and you hugged your black trench coat close to your body, nuzzling your nose into your oversized brown scarf. The café was relatively calm at this time. You deduced it was because of the absence of a certain blonde haired gentleman. Part of you missed his unapologetically flirty attitude that you’d come to enjoy, but your priorities chose a calming atmosphere over a cute, dimply smile.

Midterms were coming up and your book bag was ripping at the seams from the weight of your textbooks. You figured you would do what you always did this time of year and sip on some coffee while you studied. When you walked through the door, you were greeted by the Park family, and - though you didn’t expect it - Chan.

“Hey there, Y/n! Are you here for some coffee?” Mrs. Park asked. You nodded and held up your book bag.

“I’m in for a long night.” You laughed at the end of your reply, but you were anything but happy to be studying tonight. Mrs. Park frowned.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I was going to ask if you’d like to join Junyoung and I. It’s his birthday today.” You looked at her son. He smiled sheepishly.

“Happy birthday! I almost forgot- I got this for you.” You dug through your book bag and handed him a small, wrapped gift. He took it and inspected the outside. “Open it!” You exclaimed. He smiled excitedly and did as you asked.

His eyes widened a little as he looked at the tiny Rilakkuma figurine. It was something you had held onto for a few months after seeing it in the store. It screamed his name. The boy was constantly decorating his bags, clothes, and laptop with the character. He shot you a genuine smile and gave you a hug.

“Thank you so much, Y/n! It’s perfect!” He admired it again and ran upstairs to put it away.

“Are you sure you can’t join us?” Mrs. Park pleaded. You smiled, but shook your head.

“I’m sorry, midterms are coming up.” You explained. She nodded in understanding and waved as Junyoung rushed down the stairs. You all said your goodbyes, Mr. Park went upstairs to his office, and you took your seat at the bar.

“It’s been a while.” You heard a familiar Australian accent. You looked up at Chan and smiled.

“Yeah, it has. How’ve you been?” You inquired. He shrugged his shoulders. You placed your book bag on the counter next to you.

“Same old, same old.” He paused. “Missing you, of course.” One side of his lips pulled up into a smirk as he laughed at his own joke.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shooed him away.

“The usual?” He asked. He had a towel in his hand as he dried a light brown coffee mug. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive the man looked in his black dress shirt with its two top buttons undone. A thick silver chain hung from his neck and a gleam of white light poked through between a gap in the fabric.

You shook your head. “Surprise me.” With that, he smiled brightly.

“Alright. I will.” He shot you that smirk of his again and got to work. You loved the smell of the café; It was always so sweet and warm. You also had become accustomed to the faint scent of Chan’s cologne. Those two scents mixed together made your heart flutter, and was why you had changed your seating choice from the corner table to the center of the bar. You hated to admit it, but it was true. “Are you going to study at home?”

You looked up with thought. “I’m not sure. The heater isn’t working, so I’ve been avoiding staying there.” You replied. Chan’s face fell.

“That’s not good. You should get it looked at.” He had genuine concern is his voice, and you saw no indication that he was trying to mock you. You nodded.

“Of course.”

“You could study here. I’m closing.” He said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Your offer is suddenly less tempting with that information.” You retorted. He feigned offense, placing his large hand on his chest. You noticed his thick silver rings.

“Well, fine then.” He said, turning back to the coffee machine.

“I’m kidding, you big baby. I think I’ll stay. I’d rather work here, where it’s warm.” You said. You could faintly see the edges of his mouth curl up at your words.

You immersed yourself into your work, flipping through pages in your biology textbook as you scribbled notes onto some college ruled paper. You would occasionally feel a pair of brown eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look up. Little did you know, Chan was staring intently at your face. At your lips, in particular. He especially liked it when you bit your bottom lip in thought.

It took him an astonishingly long time, but he finally placed a cup of hot coffee in front of you. The aroma flooded your senses and you perked up instantly.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“Your coffee.” He said. You shot him a look.

“You don’t say?” He laughed at your remark and urged you to take a sip.

“Try it.” He said.

“What’s in it?”

“Coffee, water...”

“If I drink it, will you stop?” Your fingers wrapped around the handle of the mug.

“Maybe.” You rolled your eyes, lifting the cup to your lips. “Blow on it first.” You looked up at him over the rim of the mug.

“Uh- Why?”

“I don’t want you to burn your lips.” He replied.

“Don’t you mean, ‘burn your tongue?’” You asked.

“No.” He waited, but you didn’t move. “I mean, if you want, I can blow on it for you.” He offered, smiling. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, but suddenly tensed up when his face came close to yours. He blew softly on the surface of the steaming coffee, eyes slowly finding yours. You looked down.

“I’ve got it, thanks Dad.” You said, moving away. He laughed at your reaction.

“No problem, Babygirl™.” Sorry. You choked on your coffee and Chan lost it. He began laughing uncontrollably, holding onto his abdomen. You would have rolled your eyes at another one of his flirty lines, but you were caught so off-guard that you just sat there with coffee dribbling down your chin. After a moment, you wailed.

“It got in my nose!”

After a few colourful words from you and mischievous giggles from him, you were back to work. At that moment, someone new walked into the café. The bell hanging above the door chimed and both you and Chan turned your attention to the entrance.

“Welcome, sir. What can I get you?” Chan walked to the side of the counter closer to the door. The man looked at Chan, then you.

“Americano. Make it quick.” He said.

Now, what happened next really ticked you off.

The bar of the café was very large, and there were at least five extra seats on either side of you, away from your bags and yourself, not to mention the twenty or so empty tables behind you. This man, however, seemed to have never touched on the topic of personal space. He slid into the chair to your left, staring at your textbooks as if to say, “Move them.”

You internally cursed at him and slid everything you had to the right. Chan was busy making the americano the man had asked for, the sound of a coffee grinder echoing in the otherwise silent room.

“College?” The man beside you asked. You didn’t look at him, nor did you answer. You scribbled more notes in your notebook and took a sip of your coffee. He huffed.

“Don’t you know that pretty girls should smile a bit more?” He craned his head to look at your face. “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but have we met?” You raised an eyebrow. He smiled. His teeth were riddled with cavities.

“In your dreams, maybe.”

In my nightmares, is more like it. You thought.

You began packing up your bags in an attempt to be rid of this man and his foul stench, but when his hand found its way to your waist, you nearly jumped out of your skin. You wondered if Chan knew what was happening. You looked up at him to see another wet mug in his hands. He was working, not paying you two any attention. He walked behind you to scrub on the tables before closing for the night.

You pushed the man’s hand away and shoved more items into your bag. He scooted his stool closer, this time, his arm snaking around your waist. He whispered in your ear.

“Why don’t you be a good girl?” He seethed. Your eyes widened and you wondered how far this man was willing to go. There’s was no alcohol on his breath. You had hoped there was, to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was fully aware of what he was doing, and that made it even worse.

While you were caught up in your thoughts, you felt a strong hand pull the man’s off of your waist.

“She’s clearly not interested, mate.” Chan said. At that moment, you had never been so happy to have him there.

“What do you know? It’s none of your business, mate.” The man challenged him, smirking as he ripped his hand away from Chan.

The blonde boy whose eyes were usually so playful and happy were now stoic and cold.

“Get out.” Chan said. The man beside you didn’t budge.

“No. You don’t own the place.” The man’s knees brushed against your outer thigh, and you shivered, not daring to move.

“Get. Out.” Chan repeated himself, so much more malice in his tone than before. You shifted your weight on the stool, afraid of what might happen next.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 23 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: SURPRISE, BETCHES! Nope, you’re not dreaming. This is real life. It’s not just fantasy. You’re definitely going to be caught in a landslide, though. After four months of silence, my writing juices are a-flowing and the shitstorms and clusterfucks are abundant. Hey, mystery anon. This one’s for you.

Warnings: clusterfucks. Also some mild smut. Mostly implied, nothing too graphic. Just how I like it.

Word Count: You really don’t wanna know.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22

Ben sighed as he placed his phone on the nightstand after looking at the time for what felt like the fifth time since Annie had dozed off. He sighed and blamed his inability to sleep on jetlag, excitement and not wanting to miss a millisecond of being home.

He turned on his other side, propping his head on his hand. Sprawled on her back, Annie’s half-covered figure seemed to glow as the sun dawned. As gently as he could, he brushed a few stray locks of hair from her face, running his fingers through the silky strands. Annie stirred with a smile.

“Good morning.” She purred lazily, her eyes still closed.

“Morning.”

“Did you get any sleep?” Annie’s eyes fluttered open. Turquoise staring into emerald-green.

“Not really.” Ben cupped Annie’s cheek in his hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Christ, I’ve even missed your morning breath.”

“Wow.” Annie scoffed. “And they say romance is dead.”

“Shut up.” Ben kissed Annie again, deeper this time. “You’re not one for romance, anyways.”

“True.” Annie smirked. Ben started to roll away, out of bed, but stopped when Annie grabbed his wrist. “Where’re you going?”

“I have to take a piss, Annie.” Ben leaned down for one more kiss. “Am I allowed?” Annie pretended to mull it over in her head, tapping her lips as she pondered. “Right, then!”

“No!” Annie whined at Ben’s receding back. “Come back.”

She watched him walk away. Every muscle in his body even more defined than it was when he left. His back, his shoulders, his bum. She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom’s closed door, waiting to hear the flush. When she did, she dropped on her knees and waited, sitting back on her heels.

Ben opened the door after washing his hands and almost stepped on her.

“What are you doing?” He raised a curious eyebrow.

“My personal trainer said I need more protein in my diet.” Annie smiled up at him, doe-eyed.

“Oh?” Ben’s jetlagged and fucked-out brain had trouble picking up on the implication. “Oh!”

“Mhm.” Annie said, getting up from her heels and wrapping her arm around Ben’s hardening cock. “It is time for breakfast, and all…”

Ben braced himself against the door-frame, arms and legs locking him into place. He looked down at Annie and bit his bottom lip. As if on cue, Annie wrapped her lips around him, making him moan.

###

“What?” Annie barked tiredly into the phone. “What?”

“First of all, it’s great to know you’ve successfully separated yourself from Ben’s dick.” Clara sassed. “Second of all, we’re having brunch. Then, and only then, we’ll release Rory back into the wilderness.”

“Do you know what time it is?!” Annie hissed, careful not to wake up Ben after he finally fell asleep.

“Yes. Do you know what your baby thinks of the time?” Clara retorted.

“Hm.”

“Exactly. So, brunch. Us, Rami and Lucy, Joe.”

“Why can’t it be lunch?” Annie grumbled. “Like normal, unpretentious people.”

“Because we’re starving.”

“So eat something!”

“Annie, Rory woke us up at the crack of dawn! And during the night!”

“We woke up at the crack of dawn and during the night too! You don’t hear us moaning about it!”

“I’m sure the screams coming from you and the screams coming from Rory were very, very different, Annabelle.”

“You were the ones who wanted to take her so desperately!”

“Because she’s too young to be exposed to whatever crazy monkey sex you and Ben are into.”

“Oh, sit on a stick.”

“That the best you could come up with?” Clara chuckled. “He really fucked you silly, eh?”

“Can you please just -” Annie paused when she felt Ben stir and press up against her back.

“Banana?”

“I’m going to have to call you back.”

“What?”

“Something just came up.”

“Tell Ben about brunch!”

“Tell him yourself!” Annie giggled and put Clara on speaker phone. “You’re on speaker.”

“Benjamin?”

“Yes?”

“Can you extract your penis from my best friend for a hot minute?”

“No.”

“Fine. This is nasty, you know. You two should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You’re the one listening in on this.” Annie lilted. “Shame’s exclusively on you, you plum.”

“Fine.” Clara groaned. “Listen up, hornies!” Her voice shifted from the sugary sweet tone it usually carried to surprisingly assertive. “Gwilym’s flat. One o’clock. Your husband is very excited to see you, Ben. Don’t let him down.”

Clara ended the call muttering profanities as Ben and Annie started off another round.

###

“Where is my baby?” Ben basically kicked the door to Gwilym’s flat down. “Give me my Aurora or die!”

“Jesus, Ben!” Clara panted, clutching on to her chest, “can you not do that?”

“Give. Me. My. Baby.”

“She’s right here!” Lucy popped up from the floor, where she, Rory and Rami played. “Oh wow, look at you! Dashing!”

“Rami, remember, no Peek-a-boo!” Annie called, squeezing her way in around Ben. “Not everyone can handle the eyes!”

“Lovely to see you again, Annabelle.” Rami replied sweetly, then looked down at Rory. “Your mother is such a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?” he cooed.

“Just protecting my child from any future trauma, Mr. Roboto.” Annie said walking over to him. “I happen to love the eyes, anyways.”

“Aw.” Rami smiled as Annie crouched down next to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hi lovie!”

Rory squealed at the sight of her mum.

“Where’s Gwil?” Ben asked. Rory tried to follow his voice with her eyes, but she couldn’t see him from where she was sitting. Ben tiptoed towards the sofa and lunged forward. “Boo!”

“Well, she speaks dolphin.” Rami mused after Rory’s excited screeching subsided. “How does she even do that?”

“I suspect Roger Taylor.” Ben walked around the sofa and knelt down next to his daughter. “Wanna come to me?”

Rory waved her hands and babbled. Ben smiled warmly as he picked his daughter up from the floor.

The front door flew open, revealing Joe standing with his hands on his hips, pretending to be superman.

“I have arrived!”

“Yes. The entire building can tell.” Rami rolled his eyes.

###

“This is awkward.”

Lucy, Annie, Rami and Clara exchanged nervous glances.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, you know.” Clara put her hand on top of Joe’s. “I was just making a joke.”

“The hell you were!” Gwilym snapped. “Ben and I are basically a married couple.”

“Uh, the duck you are!” Joe dropped his fork. “I’m Ben’s husband. Everybody knows. An entire production team knows!”

“You bellends are fighting over my boyfriend.” Annie chimed in. “That’s really weird.”

“Better fight over him than over you than have him fight me over you…” Joe muttered.

“What was that?” Annie challenged.

“I said that’s it’s better if Gwil and I fight over him than having to fight Ben over you.”

“What… the fuck?” Rami looked as if he was watching a tennis match before Gwilym smacked him gently on the back of his head for using foul language. “Sorry! Sorry! What the duck?”

“What, you don’t know?” Joe smiled devilishly. “Since we’ve turned this into an Italian let’s-air-out-our-dirty-laundry-over-food thing…”

“Joseph, no.” Gwilym, Ben and Annie said simultaneously.

“Joseph, please continue.” Lucy said and wiped her fingers on her napkin. “We’re all ears.”

“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Rami was baffled. “Wow. Just… wow.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, it’s not that deep, alright?” Clara groaned. “Joe and Annie got drunk and almost kissed, as Joe and Annie usually do. End of story.”

“Again?!” Rami and Lucy choired.

“Seriously, dude, what the fu-” Rami stopped himself when Annie glared at him, “-duck?!”

“I don’t know, okay? She’s all over me!” Joe raised his hands in defeat. “I can’t really blame her, can’t I?”

“What?” Annie scoffed and took a sip of her water.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, I just couldn’t hear you while you dumped garbage out of your mouth there, for a second.” Annie replied calmly.

“Really, though, you two need to stop.” Rami pointed at the two. “This is not normal.”

“He burped right in my face.”

“That’s disgusting, Joey!” Lucy cringed.

“I could practically taste it.” Annie carried on.

“Ben? Would you like to comment?”

“No, I’m good.” Ben said and took another mouthful of food into his mouth with one hand, while feeding Rory with the other. “When did you guys get a high-chair?”

“Don’t change the subject, Benny.” Lucy quipped.

“We got one second-hand because we figured Annie and Rory will be spending some time here once we’re gone on tour.”

“Oh.”

“You know what needs to happen?” Lucy wondered aloud, swirling her wine in her glass. “You two need to just kiss and get it over and done with.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed in pitch.

“How much wine did you have?” Clara’s eyebrows were so high, they merged with her hairline. “What is happening?”

“Wait, hold on.” Ben froze. “That’s actually not the worst idea.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed even higher.

“Look, Rory, they speak dolphin too!” Rami joked.

“Seriously,” Lucy continued, “just kiss.”

“She lost her mind.” Annie looked at Ben, wide-eyed.

“But did she really?” Ben tilted his head. “It will take the mystery out of the equation, in a way.”

“Bloody hell.” Gwilym breathed. “They’re right.”

“Huh!?”

“Look, you two clearly want to know what kissing the other will be like.” Ben stated. “So, if you two will just go ahead and bloody do it, the tension will break.”

“I’m not kissing your husband, Ben!” Annie hissed.

“Hey!” Gwilym snapped while Joe sat with a shit-eating grin on his face for being referred to as ‘Ben’s husband’ in front of his competitor.

“Why not?” Ben shrugged.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Joe leaned forward, wide-eyed. “Ben, buddy, you’ve clearly fucked yourself insane.”

“No, I mean it.” Ben leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “Do it. Kiss.”

“What, now?!”

“Yeah. Go on.” Ben nodded. “Do it.”

“Ben…” Annie started.

“Shut up and kiss my best mate, damn it.” Ben slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not like I’m asking you to kiss your cousin.”

“Gross.” Gwilym shuddered.

“Exactly.” Ben shrugged. “Come on. You wanted to do it a few days ago.”

“I was drunk!” Annie said, horrified. “Ben, you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

“Guys? Anyone? A little help here?” Annie pleaded. The table was silent. “Wow. Thanks.”

“Wait, so you only want to kiss me when you’re drunk?” Joe seemed to snap out of a daydream. “That’s just mean!”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me when you’re sober?” Annie challenged him. Ben bounced his knee as he waiting for an answer.

“About as much as I’d like to French Frankie after she licked her butthole.” Joe bit the inside of his cheek. “I mean, Annie’s great, but -”

“Say no more.” Ben said and got up.

“Where’s he going?”

“Oh God, did we upset him?”

“You blithering idiots!”

“Fucking hell.” Gwilym pinched the bridge of his nose. “Annie, if you say one word about using profanities around Rory, so help me God -”

“There you go!” Ben returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. “Drink up.”

###

“How are you two feeling?” Ben’s voice was exceptionally low as he lulled Annie and Joe into submission, “wanna kiss yet?”

With one arm wrapped around Joe and the other around Annie, Ben was all but a puppet master. Rory sat on Clara’s lap, nodding off, completely oblivious to the shitstorm around her.

“You’re pimping us out.” Joe slurred.

“You’re absolutely right, I am.” Ben started to close his arms, bringing the two together. “Dance, monkeys.”

“When did he become so evil?” Gwilym asked.

“Hollywood will do that to you.” Rami shrugged. “Shit happens.”

“Language!” Annie’s head snapped to look at Rami.

“She’s not drunk enough.” Lucy groaned. “And he’s getting too drunk.”

“Right, we need a plan, here.” Ben released the two. “Right, Annie, love, let’s have another drink?”

“Why just her?!” Joe whined.

“Oh, stop bleating!” Annie sighed.

“Because Rory wants to play with her favourite uncle, is why.” Lucy intervened.

“Oh, my Josephine.”

“That’s not her name.” Annie snapped.

“She’s not yours.” Ben added.

“Eh, shut your pie holes.” Joe stumbled over to where Clara sat and plopped down on the floor. “Hey, Josie.”

“Ben, he keeps doing that!” Annie pouted while Ben poured her another drink. “What, you’re not getting one?”

“I need to drive us home, my love.”

“I can drive you.” Gwil quipped.

“And then how will you get home?” Annie looked at her cousin as if he spoke in tongues.

“Clara will pick me up.”

“I will?” Clara asked as she stood up to put Rory down for a nap.

“Look, we’re doing this, alright?” Ben looked around the room. “Team effort.”

“They’ll end up having a three-way.” Clara warned, walking away.

###

Annie sat on Ben’s lap, staring at him with a goofy smile. Her cheeks had a drunken, rosy tint to them, her eyes glazed and shiny. While she had seven shots of vodka and Joe had five, Ben had two. He had something to prove here, and he wasn’t going to let Annie get him drunk enough to forget about it. His fears were uncalled for, however. Annie was clearly blitzed at that point and would do anything he asked her to.

The group played a long, tiresome game of truth or dare to distract Joe and Annie from what the endgame was. During said game, almost everybody chose a dare, and they had to get creative. Rami had to change a poopy diaper, Gwilym tasted baby food, Lucy taught Ben how to pout like her, making Annie take more shots or glasses of wine, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Banana, your turn.” Clara smiled deviously. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hm. Not what I expected she’d say.” Clara looked like a deer in the headlights as she tried to come up with something. Anything. “Okay. Do you want more babies?”

“I want to have all the babies!” Annie declared, spreading her arms like wings. “All the cute little Ben babies.”

“We are the champions, my friends!” Ben started wailing, seemingly out of nowhere. “She is officially wasted!”

“Finally!” Lucy’s fist shot up in the air. “My God, she’s like a sailor!”

“Who’s turn is it?” Joe mumbled drunkenly.

“Yours.” Ben zeroed in on him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, duh.”

“I dare you to kiss Annie.” Ben said coolly. “A proper snog, please.”

Joe looked Ben in the eyes, waiting for him to say he’s just joking.

“You want me to make out with your wife?”

“Yes, please.”

“We’re not married.” Annie huffed.

“Irrelevant and even better.” Ben grinned. “Nothing to feel guilty about.”

“Hm.”

“You really want us to do this?” Joe asked.

“Yup.”

“And you won’t punch me in the face or get a divorce or -”

“We’re not married!”

“Your face is safe.” Ben reassured.

“Right. Okay.” Joe nodded to himself. He stood up and stretched his neck. “C’mere, Annie.”

“Ben?” Annie looked at him pleadingly. “Are you sure?”

“Go ahead.” He leaned in to kiss Annie. “I trust you.”

“So, how do we do this?” Annie turned to Joe.

“Well, come here.” Joe said. With a small push from Ben, Annie was on her wobbly feet and walking towards Joe. “Come on.”

Annie looked like Bambi first learning how to walk. She apprehensively approached Joe. He took her hand and pulled her to him.

The rest felt like they were watching a movie. The room fell silent. Rory was fast asleep in Gwilym’s bedroom. The only sound was the slow humdrum of the music Gwilym had playing in the background.

Annie slammed right into Joe’s chest, giggling. They started swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

“Are they dancing?” Clara sneered. “They’re bloody dancing!”

“Shhh!” Gwilym silenced her. “This is how he does it.”

“What?”

“Just be quiet and watch.”

With his finger hooked under her chin, Joe tilted her face up. They bumped noses and chuckled. Brushing his lips over hers, he cupped her face in both his hands and kissed her.

“Proper snog.” Ben muttered after he cleared his throat, watching his best friend cowardly kiss his girlfriend.

Joe rolled his eyes and went for it. He poked his tongue out and licked Annie’s lips, parting them. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. As they kissed, Annie nibbled on his bottom lip gently. After a few minutes, Joe pulled away, frowning.

“For the love of all that is holy in this world, Annie, stop trying to bite my lip off will you!?”

“Well if you used a little bit more tongue, I wouldn’t have to do that!” Annie snapped back. “Honestly, this is not what I -”

Annie’s rant was cut short by Joe’s lips, kissing her with more fervour. They pulled away slowly, both frowning this time. They took a step back and stared at each other, disgusted confusion flashing in their eyes. Joe covered his mouth with his hand, turning his face away. Annie almost gagged.

“Well?”

“That was, by far, the worst kiss I’ve ever had.” Annie said, pointing at Joe.

“Christ, I felt like I’m either kissing a crocodile or an eel.”

“And there you have it, folks!” Lucy bowed victoriously.

###

“Why the fuck would you do that to me?!” Annie slammed the cupboard angrily after Ben had put Rory to sleep for the night.

Since they got home, they haven’t said a single word about Joe and Annie’s kiss. Meanwhile, Annie sobered up enough to let the reality of what happened sink in. She kissed Joe and hated it.

“Do what?” Ben feigned innocence.

“You know what you did.” Annie downed her glass of water.

“Because I love you, that’s why.” Ben sighed. “So you didn’t like the kiss, then?”

“No, I didn’t bloody like it!” She slammed the glass on the countertop. “Ben, why? Why would you do this?”

“It needed to happen.”

“I could never look him in the eye again, knowing what a horrid kisser he is!”

“Funny, he texted the same thing about you just a few minutes ago.”

“You’re an arse.”

“No, I’m a bloody genius, is what I am.” Ben puffed his chest. “Should’ve had you do that ages ago.”

“Are you joking?” Annie laughed in disbelief.

“Oh, not at all.” Ben gloated.

Annie turned around to wash the dishes and give Ben the silent treatment. Her attempts were futile. He came up behind her and engulfed her in his arms, nibbling on the shell of her ear. He could feel Annie’s breathing pick up and bent his knees, moving down to her neck. His hands slid down her sides, working their way to the waistband of her jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Celebrating.”

“What, exactly?”

“Well, you see,” his warm breath washed over her ear, raising goosebumps all over her, “the thing is, I love the fact that you don’t want Joe.”

“I told you a million times…”

“Yes, but now I know for sure. You don’t want anyone else…” He reached over to shut the water off, “… but me.”

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majingojira · 6 years ago

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If I stocked Jurassic Park/Jurassic World

I love the Jurassic Park series, and I love dinosaurs. But I sometimes look at the species included and find myself asking ... “Why?” Why 3 Spinosaurids? Why 2 Ankylosaurids? Why some species we know almost nothing about?

So, I’m going to do what the title says, but I’m going to set down some ground rules.

We only ever see a few animals in any of the films, but at most the park has 43 species (not counting hybrids). Mostly dinosaurs, but a few other prehistoric animals (Mosasaurs, Pterosaurs, and at least one Elasmosaur).

So, for this, I’m going to give myself some limits: 35 Dinosaurs, 5 Non-Dinosaur Prehistoric Animals.

Cover as much diversity as I can while still using interesting animals.

They will be listed by as:

Name: - Self Explanatory Description: - Brief description of the animal and what it can do. Chaos Effect: - What Unexpected Elements could cause havoc. This is a Jurassic Park post after all. Some speculation, some known stuff, we’re having fun here.

Feel free to think of your own takes on these prehistoric animals, or what you’d put in.

Read, Set, GO!

1. Name: Stegosaurus Description: One of the most well known armored dinosaurs, it has a longer neck and raised tail unlike the more popular descriptions. Chaos Effect: While quite dumb, they are extremely flexible with both its tail (able to reach by its head easily), and its plates (which can flush red). Which means, when this animal gets annoyed, things get stabbed. And they can get annoyed quite easily.

2. Name: Borealpelta Description: A small-ish (cow sized) Nodosaur Ankylosaur, known for having its full coloration known already. Big shoulder spikes. Chaos Effect: They dig ruts for themselves to sleep in at night. This means only their armor bits show up. They usually use the same one when they can, but it still damages enclosures.

3. Name: Ankylosaurus Description: A heavily armored ankylosaur with a heavy tail club and thick armor scutes all over its body. Chaos Effect: It’s a damn goat. It will eat and swallow damn near anything. It will crop things off with its beak, rasp them with an armored/toothy tongue, and then digest them with a powerful gut. Males also have nose-balloons that inflate to impress mates.

4. Name: Kulinadromeus Description:A small herbivorous dinosaur covered in feathers. 1.5m long. Chaos Effect: Consummate preeners, attempts to put them in a petting zoo scenario ended when they began ‘preening the children. With their beaks.

5. Name: Edmontosaurus Description:A large duck-billed dinosaur, though it’s actual beak is more parrot like. Chaos Effect: We knew that they had a comb like a rooster, but the one known is for the females. The one for males is far larger and more elaborate (like comparing a chicken to a rooster). It is also prone to picking up parasites. Oxpecker birds have been imported and seem to be doing a good job countering the ticks and mites.

6. Name: Parasaurolophus Description: A crested hadrosaur with a huge crest sticking out the back of its head. Chaos Effect: We knew they sang, but not so loud or so deeply! Constant maintenance is needed on the paddock as they can rattle apart their paddock locks if they are not checked regularly. It also gets the attention of certain predators regularly. Insulation has so far proved ineffective.

7. Name: Pachycephalosaurus Description: The best known dome-headed dinosaur. They ram into each other in dominance contests, but only as adults. Juveniles have more elaborate horns that change into domes over time. They are still prone to ramming, but not each other. Chaos Effect: Electronics embedded in them, from tracking devices to health monitors, are shorted when repeated bashing occurs. Enclosures must be reinforced, because they will ram things they do not like. Also, they are omnivorous.

8. Name: Psittacosaurus Description: A beaked ornithology with line of quills along the tail. Chaos Effect: They rattle their tail feathers together like a rattlesnake (but more like grass blowing in the wind) to communicate.

9. Name: Leptoceratops Description: A small horned dinosaur with no horn, about the size of a potbellied pig. Chaos Effect: It has the personality of a wild boar. Biting instead of goring, but no less aggressive.

10. Name: Triceratops Description: The classic 3-horned dinosaur. Chaos Effect: The back of the animal is covered in quill feathers resembling the quills of a porcupine. They are more prominent when younger, and ‘spread out’ as they age. They are, however, short, only a few inches long, with no flexibility.

11. Name: Styracosaurus Description: A smaller horned dinosaur with horns all along its frill. Chaos Effect: Actually more about display and calling than actual combat. If you can stand up to its intimidation (which includes the frill flushing bright red, bellowing, and mock charges), they’ll back off.

12. Name: Omeisaurus Description: A mamenchisaurid sauropod, though on the smaller side 66ft long and 10 tons. Mostly (stiff) neck. It also has a tail club. Chaos Effect: They are not very social animals, and will use their club to bat away other herd-mates if they get too close.

13. Name: Nigersaurus Description: A short-necked, grazing sauropod, with a wide mouth full of cropping teeth. 30ft long, maybe 2 tons. Chaos Effect: It took several changes to adapt this animal to grass, as the native plants it ate were hard to recreate. However, having done so has made them horrifyingly potent grass eaters. Even poisonous plants are mowed down without issue.

14. Name: Amargasaurus Description: Another short-necked sauropod, 30ft long, 3tons. Chaos Effect: Another short-necked sauropod, but more varied feeding than Nigersaurus. When threatened, they roll their heads under their chests, sticking out their spikes, and charge. They do this with minimal provocation. They also lash their tails around wickedly.

15. Name: Apatosaurus Description: The classic Sauropod. 75ft long, 20ft tall at the top of the back, and they can weigh up to 30+ tons. Chaos Effect: The bottom of their neck is lined with spines they use for defense and in contests with each other. They also have a line of raised spines along their backs, which become quite wicked at the tip of their tail. Lashes with their tail, done to other herd members in dominance points, or against what annoys them, can be very dangerous. But not as dangerous as when they rear up and try to smash things with their feet or neck.

16. Name: Camarasaurus Description: The most basal deep-sculled sauropod. 50ft long, 40 tons. A high browser. Chaos Effect: Its large naval cavity makes it a prime carrier for H1N1 Avian Flu. They don’t seem to get sick, just carry the virus.

17. Name: Saltasaurus Description: A Titanosaur Sauropod with a heavily armored back. 42ft long, 7 tons. Chaos Effect: They love water. Like, a lot. They drink a lot and prefer to spend the hottest parts of the day in it.

18. Name: Dilophosaurus Description: A crested therapod. Chaos Effect: I’m going to go with the Jurassic Park poison spitter stuff here, because it’s just so much fun. But with this added bonus. The ones we saw in Jurassic Park were not adults. An adult is 20ft long and can easily look a man in the eye, or loom over them. They lose the frill as adults.

19. Name: Carnotaurus Description: A short-faced, long legged, armored predator. up to 30ft long, and easily 10ft tall. Chaos Effect: They are Cheetahs. Extremely long legged runners at high speed, and at long distance. They can also swallow a man whole by stretching their jaws out.

20. Name: Spinosaurus Description: A dinosaur trying to be a crocodile. 60ft long, with powerful arms, and stubby legs. Chaos Effect: On land, it sort of waddles about like a giant penguin or pelican. It prefers shallow water, floating on the surface and dipping its head down to snap up small prey, or waiting on shore to snap up larger fish. For the biggest meat eating dinosaur ever, it’s actually rather goofy looking.

21. Name: Allosaurus Description: A large therapod, the “Lion of the Jurassic”. 30ft long. Chaos Effect: They form loose association ‘packs’ most of the year. They don’t really have tactics or coordinate actively, but they do work together effectively in a mob mentality sort of way.

22. Name: Giganotosaurus Description: Taller and longer than T. Rex, with a lighter skull built for slashing. Chaos Effect: It can shift between two skin-tones like a chameleon. It usually uses this for displays, but can use it for hunting when it wants to. Despite being “Bigger” than T. Rex, it is far less robust, and more willing to back away when threatened.

23. Name: Compsognathus Description: chicken sized therapod dinosaur. Chaos Effect: They have a venomous bite. It’s about as potent as Gila Monster venom. Which is to say it hurts a LOT, but is usually not fatal to healthy adults. Children and the elderly, however ...

24. Name: Tyrannosaurus Description: The Tyrant Lizard King. Chaos Effect: Eagle-Eyed, sharp-nosed, and with powerful jaws. They hunt in family units when they can. Younger animals are more swift and graceful than older ones.

25. Name: Struthiomimus Description: An ostridge-mimic dinosaur. Chaos Effect: Covered in feathers, has massive eyespots underneath its wings to scare attackers. It also has the personality of a goose.

26. Name: Deinocheirus Description: A duck-billed, humped back animal, 36ft long and 12ft tall. Chaos Effect: If threatened, it will vomit on an attacker. The bile is foul smelling and slightly caustic.

27. Name: Shuvuia Description: A small dinosaur, 2ft long, with birdlike build, long tail, and short arms that terminate in 3 claws, the central of these dwards the others and is very robust (the others are almost completely gone). Chaos Effect: An eater of termites and ants, it has a long sticky tongue to grab them up. Utterly adorable.

28. Name: Therizinosaurus Description: A beaked head on top of a long neck, with a rotund, turkey-like body, and short tail. Powerful hind legs to stride on, and long arms with massive claws all covered in feathers. Chaos Effect: Being 12ft tall at the shoulder and having scythe-like claws almost 3ft in length is enough!

29. Name: Anzu Description: An oviraptorid dinosaur some 6ft tall. Chaos Effect: It has a super-advanced voicebox that allows it to mimic the cries of damn near everything it hears. Including human voices.

30. Name: Dakotaraptor Description: It’s the real life version of JP’s Velociraptor. But feathery, of course. Chaos Effect: As smart as crows, but more carnivorous.

31. Name: Dromaeosaurus Description: A medium-sized (6ft long,) Chaos Effect: It prey-rides. It latches on to prey and starts biting them.

32. Name: Stenonychosaurus/Troodon Description: A omnivorous therapod dinosaur with a sickle claw on its feet. Chaos Effect: Escape artist and tool user.

33. Name: Yi Description: A tiny dragon. Bat-winged, feathered, the size of a crow. Chaos Effect: Has a caustic orange spit that leaves chemical burns on those that are annoyed by it. So, basically, it breathes not!Fire. Like a proper dragon.

34. Name: Microraptor Description: A four-winged primitive bird. Chaos Effect: Not needed, it’s a four-winged bird!

35. Name: Phorusrhacos Description: A 8ft tall Terror Bird. THick beak, powerful legs, and ostrich-fast. Chaos Effect: Hey, it’s a dinosaur! It was either him or Gigantoraptor, but this was more fun. They can clap their beaks to make a booming sound to coordinate attacks/call for help/assistance. One peck is enough to split open a hardhat, and the skull underneath.

36. Name: Quetzalcoatlus Description: A gigantic, stork-like pterosaur. Like Giraffe huge. With an 8ft-long bill. Chaos Effect: It is actually quite speedy on land at a gallop. Still big enough to swallow a smaller-than-average person whole. Tall people get slammed until they break apart, then eaten piece by piece.

37. Name: Pteranodon Description: The classic flying reptile is actually quite different from what’s expected. Chaos Effect: Extreme sexual dimorphism. Males have crests and are almost twice as big as females. Acts like an Albatross.

38. Name: Plesiosaurus Description: Classic sea reptile. Chaos Effect: Seems to spread any cephalopod toxins it consumes to its flesh.

39. Name: Mosasaurus Description: 40ft of marine monitor lizard. Chaos Effect: Has a second set of jaws inside its mouth to help it grasp prey.

40. Name: Icthyosaurus Description: The “Dolphin” lizard. Chaos Effect: A nocturnal hunter of fish and squid.

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unchartedterritoria · 6 years ago

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Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 27

*NEW CHAPTER*

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5* Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10 * Chapter 11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13 * Chapter 14 * Chapter 15 * Chapter 16 * Chapter 17 * Chapter 18 * Chapter 19 * Chapter 20 * Chapter 21 * Chapter 22 * Chapter 23* Chapter 24 * Chapter 25 * Chapter 26

As always, you can read the story thus far on A03 HERE

Tags: @jodiereedus22, @shambhalala, @missdictatorme

Reviews and comments are always appreciated!

Sam stormed through the doorway of the motel room, the door slamming into the thin wall hard enough to rattle its frame.

Son of a bitch, son of a bitch, he thought. Sam wiped the nervous sweat from his upper lip and shook another cigarette out of his pack and lit it with trembling hands while he paced in the confining space that he and Faith shared. Going to the cheap dresser that sat in the middle of the room, he yanked open the bottom drawer and pulled out the nine millimeter he had stashed underneath a pile of sloppily folded t-shirts. Setting it down on the bedspread, he went to the closet where Faith had stowed their duffels. As Sam dug through her black backpack, the smell of Faith that had clung to her clothes permeated the tiny closet. The citrusy scent made him angry, an unnecessary reminder that he had failed as a protector.

Fuck, just fuckin'- I'm a just- fucking FUCK!

His hands finally touched smooth metal. Sam pulled out the small 9mm that he had given Faith when this adventure had started.

He wanted more guns. He wanted a goddamn army.

Too bad Nadine don't own Shoreline anymore. Hell, she probably wouldn't even answer the phone.

Sam stared at the two handguns on the bedspread, his arms crossed in front of him while his thumbs drummed nervously against his elbows.

I need more firepower.

Sam took one last drag and pitched his half-smoked cigarette into the sink. He ran the tap briefly to extinguish it while he grabbed his phone. Sam opened his contacts. His finger hovered momentarily over the DIAL command.

I gotta do this. I don't wanna do this, but I gotta do this. He's the only one that's got what I need.

He dialed the number and waited what felt like an eternity between rings of the phone before it was finally picked up on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Victor, I need your help.”

The voice on the other end hesitated. “What did you do?” Sully scolded him. His anger dripped through the phone.

“I need the name of every arms dealer you got in the Keys.”

“What did you do?” Sully repeated.

“Legal, illegal, I don't care. I just need firepower.” Sam told him and ignored the question entirely.

“I asked you a goddamn question, Samuel, what the hell did you do?” He shouted into the phone.

Sam hung his head.

“Jasper took Faith.”

Sully's end was nothing but silence.

“I know I screwed up-”

“You think?” Sully suddenly shouted which cause Sam to wince.

"I know, but I'm gonna fix it. I'm gonna get her back, and I'm gonna end this," Sam said with determination.

“Call Knucky and Steve Ricker, then call whoever they tell you to. I'll send you their number. I'll be there in three hours.”

“I'm doing this myself, Victor,” Sam argued.

“I'll be there in three hours,” Sully said in a low icy voice and ended the call.

Sam let the phone drop from his ear. Closing his eyes tight, he smacked the back of his head against the wall.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He growled, each word accented by the dull thud of his skull against the drywall.

Faith felt herself drift into a hazy state of consciousness. A very hazy state. She could hear the sound of the ocean, albeit muffled, and faintly taste the sea salt on her dry lips. She let her brown eyes open gingerly, squinting against the bright Florida sunlight. As her senses came back to her, her eyes began to focus. Ahead was a sight to behold. The Gulf of Mexico, blue as an azure crystal, rippling in front of her and stretching as far as she could see. It was breathtaking.

She would have appreciated it more if she wasn't tied to a chair.

Faith could feel thorough wood underneath her as its edge bit into the bottoms of her thighs. Her forearms and ankles were secured in place solidly with duct tape while a length of rope resting beneath her bosom bound her upright.

Oh no, not good. Not good, not good, not good.

She tested the tape that held her arms in place. Whoever had tied her up had sadly done a good job, giving her no wiggle room whatsoever.

“Good evening, Miss Spencer.”

Faith turned her head towards the source of the familiar southern drawl.

Jasper Nox strolled towards her down a long brick corridor. In his short-sleeved white shirt and Panama hat, he reminded her of the guy from Jurassic Park, the owner, he even had an ornate cane as he did. Jasper's was a sleek black onyx, the handle carved into an eagle with its wings stretched back, poised in position to attack its prey.

“Isn't she just a majestic sight?” He said, motioning to the ocean through the arches he passed, the large corridor lined with crumbling brick arcs on both sides.

"I've seen the ocean over one thousand times, and I tell you, she still manages to take my breath away every time," Nox said, leaning thoughtfully against the archway where Faith was positioned. "Have you seen the ocean before Miss Spencer?"

Faith opened her mouth to respond with the expletives floating in her head, but all that she could produce was a faint croaking, wheezing sound.

Jasper knelt down next to her and grabbed a juice box from the floor next to her. He poked the small straw through the top and held it up to her lips. Faith kept her mouth shut tight in defiance.

Nope, I'm not getting dosed again. Nuh uh, not happening.

“I assure you, it is plain cranberry juice. Scout's honor,” He said, giving the solemn Boy Scout salute as a show of honesty.

I did see him just open it...

Oh, fuck it, I'm dyin' here, Faith thought before clamping her mouth down on the straw in front of her, and sucked at it gratefully. Jasper smiled as the box crumpled in his hand before Faith let the straw go, her thirst only partially quenched but at least her throat didn't feel like the Sahara anymore.

Before she could stop herself, she muttered a "Thank you," her voice now back where it belonged.

And you just thanked your captor. Nice Spencer, real nice.

“You're most welcome!” Jasper said, surprised at her manners.

"I don't believe we were ever properly introduced at the Mariner's Gala. Jasper Evangeline Nox," He said, removing his hat. Bowing deep in front of Faith with his ponytail of red hair tumbling over his shoulder, he took hold of her restrained hand and gave the back of it a gentlemanly kiss.

Faith could only imagine what this looked like. She also wondered if all kidnappers introduced themselves this way.

"It is quite the pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. These past few weeks have proven you to be an interesting character, to say the least," Jasper continued, regarding Faith like a specimen of a science experiment.

“What do you want?” She asked, trying to keep her voice as evenly toned as possible. Sounded desperate or freaked out wouldn't help matters any.

“Straight to the point! Most unlike a woman, how refreshing!,” He said, clasping his hands together in delight. The dig at her gender made Faith's nose wrinkle.

“All I am looking for is the location of the diary of John Wilkes Booth. Once you give me that, you can be on your way,” He said, making it sound as simple as drawing a square.

“It's with the rest of the Lincoln stuff. Some fort, in the middle of fuckin' nowhere,” She told him, the last word managing to just leave her lips before Jasper brought his cane down hard on her hand with a thwap!

“Language!” He bellowed. The word carried through the concrete corridor like a boom of thunder and echoed through the archways into the courtyard inside. Faith closed her eyes and bit the inside of her lip to keep from yelling, or cursing even more. She flexed her fingers. Thankfully, they all moved, despite the throbbing in the top of her hand.

"I will not tolerate such foul language coming from a woman. Is this understood?" Jasper said, enunciating each word slowly. He leaned forward. His face close to hers, evil green eyes staring over the head of his cane that threatened the space between the two of them. Faith glanced down at the figurehead, the hooked beak nose of the black eagle almost touching hers.

Don't ever argue with crazy people, Boogie, the words of wisdom from Susan Spencer burbled up to the surface of her mind, making her yearn for the warm safety of her mother's arms.

Faith gave a small nod.

“Good, now that we have that little matter out of the way, we can resume business. Where is the Booth diary?”

“I don't know other than with the rest of the Abraham Lincoln stuff,” Faith spoke truthfully.

“You're sure of this fact?” Jasper verified.

“Yes.”

“And where is that located?”

Faith sighed in frustration. The redundancy of his questioning making her grow restless.

“Fort Jefferson, it's in the middle of the...ocean, in the middle of...nowhere,” Her voice trailed as the realization of her current location settled in.

“Yes Miss Spencer, I had managed to deduce that much, as you have finally seemed to recognize,” Jasper said with a grand sweep of his hand to the building that surrounded them, the sarcasm in his voice more than evident.

“75 miles to the closest thing around that could even remotely be considered as civilization,” He continued, his voice hollow in her ears where she heard nothing but the sound of her heart trying to pound its way through her rib cage.

I'm alone in the middle of nowhere, I'm alone with a mad man, I'm alone, I'm alone.

Whap!

Jasper brought the head of his cane down hard on Faith's other hand, the beak breaking the skin enough for a bead of blood to form.

“Focus!” Jasper yelled, “You will pay attention as well as using appropriate language is this understood?” He said, bringing his face closer to hers with each snarled word.

“Yes,” Faith agreed.

“Wonderful, now shall we continue?” Jasper questioned breezily, his menacing demeanor changing quick as the tides. When Faith didn't answer immediately, his eyes began to darken again. Jasper cleared his throat, enough to bring Faith out of her momentary daze and her focus back towards him.

"Mm-hmm," She said with an emphatic nod.

"I really am a reasonable man Miss Spencer, I just simply want what is mine. To be quite honest, besides that Booth diary, I couldn't give two dimes for what happens to the rest of that stuff. Burn it, sell it, throw it in the ocean for all I care as long as I get what is mine."

"How's that diary yours?" Faith asked. In all the research she and Sam had done, she had never seen Jasper's name or even the surname of Nox.

"A brief history lesson then," Jasper began as he took off his hat, trying fruitlessly to wipe away the sand and dirt on the floor before placing it down on the aged cement. "By now, I'm sure you are aware of Mrs. Lincoln and her proclivities to collecting all things concerning the matter of her husband's tragic death.”

Wow, Confederate sympathizer much? Maybe? Just a touch?

Faith gritted her teeth to contain her sarcastic quip and snort. With both of her hands still stinging, she knew to keep her mouth shut.

"It was confirmed, multiple times, over the years, that one of the items she had acquired was the private journal of one John Wilkes Booth. And stored within the pages of that folio lies the Atzerodt confession," He finished, both hands clasped together in front of him, his good hand masking his bad.

“What Atzerodt confession?”

Jasper sighed and shook his head at Faith like she was the world's biggest disappointment.

“I see this history lesson won't be as brief as I'd hoped. John Booth, you see, his action was just one of many to be carried out that night. While Mr. Booth was set to take care of Mr. Lincoln, a man by the name of George Atzerodt was charged with the disposal of-”

"Andrew Johnson, the vice president," Faith interjected, hoping to speed this along. Jasper regarded her interjection with a look of somewhere between impressed and irritated. He began to pace as he told the rest of the tale,

"Now this group of rebel seditionists, determined to change the course of history by disposing of the current government regime, met in secret for months until their plan was set. While Booth did manage to succeed in his part of the plan, Mr. Atzdrodt did not."

“He got drunk and chickened out,” Faith added. Jasper's face snapped towards her in anger.

“He changed his mind and came to his senses now may I continue?” He yelled, annoyed, his arms stretched dramatically apart.

Faith closed her eyes while her stomach flip-flopped, waiting to feel the cane on her hands or somewhere worse on her body. When nothing came, she looked up at Jasper meekly.

“I'm sorry,” She said in barely a whisper.

"Now," He continued, setting his cane aside momentarily to smooth the front of his shirt, "When the dust had settled, and the government had rounded up their band of rebels, Mr. Atzerodt gave the constables a detailed confession of the groups treasonous crimes. The secret meetings, the gathering of provisions by Dr. Mudd and the Surratts. He even handed over the diary Mr. Booth kept, the whole kit n' caboodle. And did you know it was only meant to be a kidnapping? There was no talk of murder before John Booth went and changed his mind!"

Faith was at a loss for words, unsure how someone could be so bitter and dramatic from something that happened so long ago?

"Meanwhile, Dr. Mudd insisted that Mr. Booth was a friend, nay, an acquaintance! That he knew nothing! And he was just upholding his medical oath," Jasper spat the words out, leaving shiners of saliva in his red mustache.

"What about what they got from Atzerodt?" Faith asked curiously, she didn't see herself getting out of this predicament anytime in the immediate future. After weeks of no information and no leads, the reason for this journey seemed to be coming to a head, the answers she'd been searching for somewhere close.

"Now Dr. Mudd knew what that confession could mean for him, it was his golden ticket. Between the time they were questioned and the trial, the confession vanished along with Booth's diary, which of course would have been just as damnatory for him. Gone. All traces either ever existed, erased! Dr. Mudd was given leniency while George Atzerodt swung from the gallows. Of course, between the words of a distinguished doctor, or a carriage repairman, whose story do you think they chose to believe?"

Faith let the lapping of the ocean fill the moment of silence. Jasper was on a roll and Faith was too afraid of the consequences of stopping it.

“Dr. Mudd became a prisoner here and very soon assured everyone he had changed his ways. Became a model inmate, helped out as fort doctor when the yellow fever hit. So they decided to let him go! Then, years later, the government had nothin' else betta' to do an' they went n' pardoned the slick son of a bitch!” Jasper's thick southern voice grew from a bitter annoyance to a core-deep frustrated roar as he slammed his cane down violently against the floor. Faith jumped, the sound reminding her of a pool cue being accidentally dropped.

With a sigh and a surprising gracefulness, Nox bent down and picked up his cane with his good hand.

“I deeply apologize Miss Spencer for my language.”

"What do you want with me?" Faith asked quickly. The question had been screaming in her head since she had regained consciousness. She had been too afraid of the possible answer until now, convinced if she had to listen to her psychopathic kidnapper apologize to her one more time, she was going to scream.

"As I have said, you just need to simply tell me the location of John Booth's diary," Jasper said, his original temperament returned.

“It's with the Lincoln stuff,” She repeated. She was really getting tired of this question.

"Yes, and where is that?" He pushed.

“I have no idea. Ask Sam Drake, he's the treasure hunter.”

Sam, her brain turned to him for the first time in what felt like it had been days.

“I think you do,” Jasper retaliated.

“How in the world do you think I know where it is?” Faith asked, thoroughly irked.

Oh, Jesus Sam, where the hell are you?

“Well, it's not without reason, Miss Spencer, you are a Mudd after all.”

#sam drake fanfiction #sam drake x oc #samuel drake x oc #OC X Sam Drake #My writing #dangerous #uncharted fanfiction

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makingthetwinsrelevant-blog · 5 years ago

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Why this year is different (although 5 game series are often skewed by sample size and who knows if it will even matter)

I’ve heard a lot of commentary about the Twins season. None of it is too optimistic about their prospects in the playoffs, and that’s understandable. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLIt6xGSqek

That link is the game following the last playoff win in franchise history. It boils down to one mistake, leaving Joe Nathan to try for a third inning. Since then and including that game, the Twins are 0-13, with 10 of those losses coming against the Yankees, who the Twins will play this year for the Division series. But the Nathan mistake isn’t why we lost that series, nor is the Torii Hunter missed catch in ‘06 the reason we lost that series.

A lot of folks think we’re cursed, and that certainly would work as a narrative. A-Rod’s RBI double in 2004, or his home run in ’09 preceding Texiera’s walk-off. Curtis Granderson’s triple in ’10 comes to mind. But everything must come to an end- the curse of the Bambino did, as did the Cubs’, and the Twins aren’t going to lose every playoff game for the rest of their existence. It starts with one game, and I think the 2019 squad is built to do that. Here’s why:

2002 Twins 86-75

2003 Twins 85-77

2004 Twins 87-75

2006 Twins 93-69

2009 Twins 86-77

2010 Twins 92-70

2017 Twins 83-79

2019 Twins 98-64

These are the Pythagorean records for all Twins playoff teams since I have been conscious, and it really validates what I stress when I talk about the 2019 Twins, which is that this is the first team I’ve ever seen that is actually GOOD. Like good good. ALCS good. Which is why we can beat the Yankees this year, legitimately, or at least take it to game 5. Let me explain:

2002-2018: From Rick Reed to Addison Reed

The 2002 team had no fear. The playoffs were brand new and they won a weak AL Central with solid contributions from tons of guys- no mid 2010’s Detroit Tigers stars and scrubs BS here. 12 guys had more than 2 bWAR (a measure of overall value from baseballreference.com- 0 means totally replaceable, anything above 5 means a star player), including a career year for J.C Romero, who as a lefty pitched in 81 innings, allowing a total of 17 runs, with 3 home runs, 62 hits. bWAR for his season was 3.6. We also got nice above average seasons from Corey Koskie (How good could he have been not under the Twins slap hitting tutelage and minus his later concussion issues?), Bobby Kielty, Tony Fiore (91 good innings out of the pen), Kyle Lohse, Dustan Mohr; even Rick Reed was pretty good that year. The Giants and the Angels were better constructed teams, and it would have been a miracle for the Twins to go all the way that year. I couldn’t believe when they beat they A’s, and I couldn’t believe when Joe Mays shut the Angels down in Game 1. 8 innings, no runs and the Angels could not get a barrel to the ball to save their lives. We lost to the Angels because they were a better team (They won 99 games that year) but like the Astros in 2015, it was a good stepping stone for a solid core of guys.

The 2003 team was worse. There was no David Ortiz and only Brad Radke had an ERA+ (a measure of pitching that corrects for context, average score is 100) that was above average in our regular rotation. It was 101. Shannon Stewart and Johan Santana had to save the season and lift us over the White Sox* and Royals, who had a magical season 11 years before they meant to- they had prime Mike Sweeney and Carlos Beltran, but their #1 pitcher (as I recalled but had to confirm) was Darrell May, who had a legitimately good season but would never do THAT again.

*I’m pretty sure the White Sox were the better team that year. They had prime Bartolo, Mark Buehrle, early ok Jon Garland and that one of year of Esteban Loaiza where he almost won the CY Young (226.1 innings of 2.90 ERA ball with a k rate of 8.2, his career k rate was 5.9). They also had prime Magglio Ordonez and Carlos Lee, and this was one of the years in the oughts where Frank Thomas stayed together and hit 42 bombs.

But the Twins prevailed with Shannon Stewart magic plus solid years from Mientkiewicz, Koskie and Pierzynski, won Game 1 against the Yankees because we let Johan Santana free (for 4 innings, as that was the game where he didn’t eat enough potassium and cramped out of the game), and then got swept the rest of the way, getting shut down by Andy Pettite Roger Clemens and David Wells. It was kind of an accidental bullpen game in game 1, but more on that later.

The ‘04 Twins went back to being pitching dominant, with the first year of full season Johan (and his best year) and Joe Nathan joining the fold along with lights out Juan Rincon (watch him strike out Jorge Posada in the 8th in game 2). Radke was great, and Carlos Silva soaked up the rest. If Joe Mauer hadn’t gotten hurt that team could have been something, because the lineup was rough and relied a lot on career year Lew Ford (more on that later). Doug Mientkiewicz, Jacque Jones, Christian Guzman and Henry Blanco all struggled to various degrees. Morneau provided a spark in the second half, taking over for Mientkiewicz at the trade deadline and hitting 19 bombs.

As I inferred, I put myself through watching game 2 of the ALDS against the Yankees (up 1-0) recently and everything that I remembered from it came rushing back: Koskie’s double against Rivera that would have scored 2 but bounced into the stands, instead tying the game at 5. Then Hunter’s big home run in the 12th, and Nathan to all the world looking like he was out of gas in his third inning of work in the 12th - with 1 out he walked Miguel Cairo as well as Jeter to bring up A-Rod. What I didn’t remember was that Nathan threw a decent slider off the plate down and away, and A-Rod showed why he was one of the top 5 hitters of his generation and almost hit it out, poking a ground rule double (were it a regular double it would have been a walk off) to tie the game. After intentionally walking Sheffield, J.C Romero got Hideki Matsui on a soft fly out to Jones in right, and a good throw would have gotten Jeter. That didn’t happen, and one Carlos Silva start and a Rincon implosion later the Twins were done. The Twins hit well in the series after not doing that all season, but two decisions cost them: leaving Nathan in obviously, and giving Carlos Silva (and Kyle Lohse) a start. The lineup had gotten hot, but archaic ideas about how to use pitching in the playoffs cost them big- although those ideas wouldn’t truly be challenged until Craig Counsell took the Dodgers to 7 games in 2018.

I was jazzed about ’06. They had a good power and speed mix (On base percentages of Bartlett, Castillo and Punto: .367, .358, .352) with Morneau and Mauer both breaking out to post over 10 bWAR between them, Santana winning another Cy Young, and Francisco Liriano having his Greek tragedy. The bullpen was great, with Nathan having arguably his best year, Dennys Reyes giving up 5 runs the whole year and Rincon, Pat Neshek and Crain pitching in solidly.

But Barry Zito outdueled Santana in game 1, Mark Kotsay hit his inside the park home run on the ball Torii dove for but couldn’t keep in front in game 2 (right after we had tied the game with back to back jacks from Cuddyer and Morneau). And that was all the starting pitching we had- with Liriano done, and Boof Bonser pitching out of his mind in game 2, we had can’t-brush-his-teeth torn rotator cuff Brad Radke trying to gut his way through and running out of guts. And cartilage.

Maybe Craig Counsell or Kevin Cash could have made it work, but in 2006 there just wasn’t enough pitching.

In ’09 we had MVP Joe Mauer, Jason Kubel’s best year and Denard Span’s emergence. But the pitching relied a lot on Nick Blackburn and the mad rush to beat the Tigers in game 163 left us with Brian Duensing in game 1 against the Yankees. Brian Duensing was a nice pitcher that year, but he couldn’t handle that assignment. Game 2 was the Phil Cuzzi calling a fair ball foul game, the most errant umpiring call I know of next to the Armando Gallaraga perfect game disaster. Mauer singled anyway to start the 11th. So did Kubel and Cuddyer. Bases loaded, no outs, Delmon Young at the plate- he scaldes a line drive to Texiera at first for a loud out. Carlos Gomez grounds into a fielders choice at home, and Brendan Harris pops out. Kinda deserved that walkoff.

Who are you pitching with this team in a 7 game series anyway? And depth was an issue as well, otherwise Harris wouldn’t have come in for MATT TOLBERT, Gomez wouldn’t have hit with his .623 season OPS, and nor would Delmon with his .733. Blackburn and Pavano combined to go 12 innings, allowing 3 total runs between them in games 2 and 3, so even with those bonuses the fact that the team couldn’t even get to 4 games says a lot.

2010 could have been something, with a good offense led by Mauer and Thome, the one year Delmon Young was good, the year we had J.J Hardy and Orlando Hudson and Liriano had 200 k’s. But Morneau got his concussion, Nathan had Tommy John surgery, Kubel Cuddyer and Span all had bad years and it came down to Curtis Granderson hitting a clutch triple off of a cruising Liriano (The Twins led 3-0 going into the bottom of the 6th). Then the Twins realized that as nice as their seasons were, Carl Pavano and Duensing weren’t pitchers you rely on in the postseason- they pitched to contact and if their command wasn’t perfect they would get exposed. Guess what happened.

In 2017 the team wasn’t good. And they wouldn’t have made the playoffs if the Orioles, Angels and Royals didn’t all collapse while the Twins played .500 ball in September. Their starting pitching was average, with a great Ervin Santana season and a good Berrios one. But unlike the other teams on this list, the bullpen was suspect, with a not-quite-figured-out Ryan Pressly, sinker throwing Tyler Duffey and a Matt Belisle on the right side with a non-slider throwing Taylor Rogers on the left. Alan Busenitz and Trevor Hildenberger had career years but weren’t helpful in the Wild Card game, or really ever again.

The offense was the best of all the teams so far in a bit of foreshadowing, scoring 815 runs and featuring the last good Brian Dozier season, the start of Jorge Polanco busting out, and Joe Mauer having one last .300 season. Miguel Sano looked like a star for 3 months, then busted his shin and got a titanium rod inserted into it because he doesn’t care about baseball or something. Byron Buxton even had his first sustained period of excellence in the second half (and played 140 games!)

Relying on the back end of the rotation

Those are the 7 playoff teams of the millennium. And here are the Game 3 starters for each ALDS team starting with ’02:

Rick Reed

Kyle Lohse

Carlos Silva

Zombie Brad Radke

Carl Pavano

Brian Duensing

That group had a combined record of 0-6. This year the hope is that the new regime is smart enough to know that, even though they have 2 starters in Kyle Gibson and Martin Perez who are comparable to that group, and who tried hard and won double digit games, their best bet is to bullpen that game.

One aspect of the playoffs that teams are getting wise to but which have killed Clayton Kershaw in the past, is the inclination to “trust your guys” and “dance with the girl who you brought” or some other idiom about sticking with a certain pitcher out of loyalty or sense of obligation. Carlos Silva had a good ’04 season; of course Gardy would want to give him a playoff start. His results were quite a bit better than Kyle Gibson’s 2019.

But hitters hit .310/.342/.462 against Silva that year. You’re trusting your season to him continuing to get lucky. He gave up 10 hits and the series swung 2-1 to the Yankees.

Results aren’t predictive

What we have in 2019 is the possibility that the Twins brass has learned from the mistakes of the past. You saw it in 2017 when they traded our closer, Brandon Kintzler, at the trade deadline. They knew that despite what the results showed, the team wasn’t good. Even though they got hot and made the WC game, they knew it wasn’t sustainable yet, and didn’t go crazy on free agents or win-now trades.

What the Levine Falvey regime did was take an objective view of their assets (is Mike Morin’s success sutainable? No? Ok then I won’t pitch him in the 7th inning of a playoff game. In fact, I’ll let him be the Phillies problem). They also threw all the “Twins way” shit out the window. No more getting benched for not going the other way, or for trying to hit a home run. And I know that point of view is very much a feeling and not really tangible- something inferred from David Ortiz’s comments years ago, a general sense watching games announced by Dick Bremer and Bert Blyleven, that power is nice but luxurious, as though wanting it too badly should be a sin. And then you have Joe Mauer, who embodied every aspect of that feeling- a guy who looked for his whole career like he could hit home runs, but didn’t because he wasn’t flashy, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself and must have believed that slapping singles and doubles to left field would be a more productive route in the end.

Here’s the big secret about Joe Mauer: As talented as he was- as a catcher, in his general coordination, in his eye at the plate, and his ability to slap an RBI single in some key spots for 14 years, he was kind of a moron. Seemed like he was a nice guy. But he has never in his life said anything remotely close to insightful and I truly believe that he earnestly and wrongly thought he could best serve his team by staying behind the ball and slapping it to left field. He was probably told that from a young age.

He mistook an illusion for a reality, and so did the Twins for 51 years. Every color guy on every team’s broadcast will talk about the importance of the fundamentals, getting the guy over, laying down a good bunt and going the other way. They will talk up players who do that for eternity, and constantly lament how the game isn’t played that way anymore. To every team trying to win, this is taken with a big fucking grain of Morton brand industrial sidewalk salt. They want 2-3 guys like that. To the Twins it was religion. They wanted 12-15 guys like that. They wanted Matt Tolbert, Nick Punto, Denny Hocking and Juan Castro. The did NOT want J.J Hardy or David Ortiz.

This has changed, hopefully, and with Mauer gone, it may have rinsed away completely. We set the freaking home run record. Mitch Garver openly admits he is trying to hit home runs. Max Kepler found out his power is to the pull side. Jorge Polanco found out he could take a rip early in the count. It’s all new; it’s all different. And I’m not saying the Twins will beat the Yankees in the first round because of this philosophy shift. What I am saying is that the 2019 Twins are NOT:

A Cinderella team getting their feet wet around 12 slightly above average guys (2002)

A decent offense with no pitching plus Shannon Stewart (2003)

A great pitching staff 1-2 with an average offense that gave starts to Carlos Silva and Kyle Lohse in the playoffs (2004)

A team with Boof Bonser as its #2 (2006)

A team that relied heavily on Blackburn, Pavano and Duensing in playoff games (2009 and 2010)

A lucky team with no bullpen and 1.5 starters (2017)

So maybe they will.

What’s different now

The best team out of the prior playoff teams is probably the ’04 team, whose struggling offense didn’t struggle in the playoffs. And with Santana being the best and Radke being HIS best, a modern manager could have used their decent bullpen to build something.

Now imagine the ’04 team, except their offense is much better. MUCH better. And despite having only two effective starters, can bullpen their way to wins with a pen that goes 6-7 deep. And unlike a Tony Fiore or a Ron Mahay, or a Matt Capps or Alex Burnett, this bullpen does stuff you can’t fake- stuff you can’t luck your way into.

Opponents are hitting .157/.223/.245 against Tyler Duffey in the second half.

They’re hitting .159/.220/.354 against Trevor May

(Both those guys were good in the first half, too)

Taylor Rogers gave up a .225/.273/.353 line for the year

To my count there are 9 relievers that can be counted on in different spots- Rogers, Duffey, May, Romo, Littell, Stashak, Dobnak, Graterol and Smeltzer (by different spots I mean that Rocco won’t throw Smeltzer into the 8th inning of a tie game to face Aaron Judge).

That depth can be leveraged to overcome the loss of Michael Pineda, and the fact that Berrios and Odorizzi are no locks to be effective. Stashak and Smeltzer can both give you 3 innings of effective mop-up duty that keep games close, and allows the offense to come back by exploiting New York’s middling starting pitching, and mercurial late inning relief (Namely Britton, Green and Ottavino).

How to cope when Lew Ford leads your team in total bases

Almost as importantly, the offense isn’t going to need guys who had career years to continue thriving in the post when they were clearly playing above their true talent level. Lew Ford carried the ’04 team at times, but he was still Lew Ford, and he showed it against the Yankees and for the rest of his career. Same with Nick Punto in ‘06. Nelson Cruz is a force who scares the Royals as much as the Yankees.

Mitch Garver didn’t hot streak his way into a 1000 OPS; he’s kept it above .919 since April 9th. Check his game log.

These guys are actually good. So is Max Kepler, who I hope is ok. You don’t hit 36 bombs with reverse platoon splits by accident.

Marwin Gonzalez isn’t a great hitter but I trust he’ll take a good at bat when we need him too. You’ll appreciate that when you watch rookie Jason Kubel swing at two straight pitches at his eyes against Rivera in ’04.

Eddie Rosario is the wild card, and teams NEED* a wild card:

*Delmon Young on the Tigers, Yasiel Puig on the Dodgers, Alfonso Soriano on the Yankees, Eric Byrnes on the Diamondbacks. Rafael Devers for the Red Sox last year. That’s Rosario. Everyone needs an underachiever from the regular season to come up in the post.

Rosario, Polanco, Garver, Cruz, Sano and Kepler could all be game changing offensive players in a short series, which is not a quantity we’ve seen since Morneau went down with his concussion in ’10.

There’s no curse, the Yankees just exploited an obvious weakness of the Twins 4.5 separate times. That weaknesses boiled down to smoke and mirrors results that translated to good regular season stats, which led to Terry Ryan and Gardy trusting those results to be predictive. The 2019 team wasn’t built that way, otherwise Brandon Kintzler might still be part of it. The bullpen will have to perform for a lot of innings, the lineup will have to score, and one of Berrios and Odorizzi will have to perform to or above his talent level. As likely as it has ever been, this team could, say it with me here- take it to a game 5.

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nekumiko · 6 years ago

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Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Genre: Romance

Rated: T

Words: 3, 944

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Summary: She’s fascinated with his hair. Just his hair. But Ryousuke finds it invasive, and of course he won’t let her off that easily.

Chapter Six: Ryousuke and Aya

That sure cheered him up, alright.

And Kominato Ryousuke in a good mood spells trouble for the other teams. The opponent that Saturday is Kiryuu High School, famous for having the best batters in Osaka. In the top half of the first inning alone, Kiryuu is up by three runs – or rather, three bases-loaded walks. But then, the next batter hits to center field… right into their territory.

Toned (short) legs run after the baseball, which consequently bounces into the waiting glove of the second baseman.

“Ryou-san!”

In the split second before Kominato falls prone to the ground, he expertly throws the baseball to his reliable partner.

With his signature laugh ringing through the field, Kuramochi then practically flies over the Kiryuu runner to throw the baseball all the way to their captain at first base.

The well-known double play of Seidou’s Iron Wall had not only prevented another bases-loaded walk, but ultimately ended the top half of the inning.

“H-he stopped it?”

“How did he catch that?”

“Nothing can get past those two!”

As the crowd continues to marvel over the wholesome turnout, Aya grips the underside of the bench she’s sitting on, grinning excitedly.

The infamous duo would be on a roll now as they would finally start up the offense.

Kuramochi steps onto the box as the lead-off batter. Once he hits the very first pitch, he becomes barely a flash of white and blue speeding through the field, shocking the whole of Kiryuu team and almost freezing the fielders up. Almost. Kuramochi steps on the third white bag, but not before its baseman catches the baseball from another fielder, rendering him out. A close call.

Maybe Aya had spoken too soon.

It doesn’t change the fact, though, that the second batter is the player with the best batting eye. Having full control of the baseball once it hits his bat, Kominato Ryousuke always keeps everyone on their toes. Today, after committing three balls and two strikes, the next pitch could either advance or take him out of the field. But he intentionally drives that and the next nine pitches into fouls, prolonging him at-bat.

Alas, Kiryuu’s pitcher starts showing signs of fatigue.

That is when Kominato decides not to swing anymore, effectively prompting the umpire to call it the fourth ball and award him a walk.

Was it some sort of comeback, or something he’d been planning from the start? Either way, it fills Aya with pride, with hope for a victory today, and maybe with a little selfish happiness knowing she’s a reason behind his good plays.

But she somehow feels sorry for the Seidou team, too.

For Kominato Ryousuke in a good mood may also be a bit bad to his own teammates’ sanity.

No doubt Kuramochi would be insulted for not getting on base, as if it hadn’t been enough that Kominato playfully hit his stomach with a glove after just complaining about fatigue from camp. Aya wishes she didn’t need to see how the poor shortstop had curled up in pain.

And it seems like the senior had been more than happy to stay quiet along with the other fielders during the first five innings Furuya had pitched, a plan they had apparently come up with just to loosen the stiff first-year up. Birds of the same feather flock together, they say.

That good mood extends up to the following day – where Seidou plays in a three-way round robin against Shuuhoku and Inashiro Industrial – not even dampened by a little pest named Narumiya Mei showing off a new pitch to watch out for (if anything, it had only fired he and his friends up even more).

At the final game against Shuuhoku, as their beloved ace, Tanba, stands in the batter box for the bottom half of the inning, Kominato now teams up with another notorious bully. Their voices ring out all the way from the dugout.

“Hit it, Tanba!” Isashiki Jun shouts.

“But don’t try too hard!” “It will affect your pitching!” Kominato adds.

Back-and-forth they continue, to the point where everyone, even Aya, had to tune them out.

Yet, as all baseball games go, things always take an unexpected turn.

Shuuhoku’s pitch becomes a dead ball in the worst possible way – it hits Tanba right in the face. In a flash, the field swarms with white, crowding around the fallen Seidou ace and swallowing up Coach Kataoka, the first one to rush in.

It’s the seniors’ last chance to play in Nationals. Chris had already been eliminated from the roster because of his injury. That fact remains hard to swallow, for what would be the point of reaching the top if you all won’t be there together? And if Tanba – their ace, their friend – would end up the same…

Aya had to do quick errands for the Art Club at lunch next day, and therefore can’t help but sneak a peek at 3-B’s classroom. She had spent a good portion of yesterday staring at the cold white screen of her phone when Kominato only replied with a highly doubtful “I’ll be fine” to her texts.

He is seated up front beside the window, his chin propped on one hand. Masuko and Isashiki, as well as their other teammates from the class, surround him, along with an almost tangible gloom.

Practice the following morning is devastatingly quiet, too. The seniors remain strong in their throws and swings, remain excellent in catching. But these are all obviously out of frustration.

Dealing with a low-spirited sportsman, however, is not new to Aya. He would just need time to sort out his feelings, and that is best done in the company of his teammates. But with the upgrade in their relationship, she now has the urge – no, a sudden sense of duty to comfort him. Yet this relationship is still so fresh that she realizes she doesn’t know how to. Would he really want to be left alone? Does he have a comfort food, or a way to let off steam? Having only focused on his physical attributes before, and not to mention their bad history that had kept her distant, her knowledge about him is merely a speck of pink in a huge, white space.

As white as the papers she’s currently drowning in.

“Is this how you absorb your lessons?”

Aya opens her eyes to come face-to-face with the exact person filling her thoughts.

“Found you~” he says softly, a small smile finding its way on his lips.

She smiles back, relieved to see it. Until she realizes she’d been asleep. She immediately straightens up and covers her mouth with her hands.

Kominato chuckles as he sits up too, shifting in his chair so that he stays facing her, his knees almost touching her right leg. “Don’t worry.” He pries her hands away. “I would’ve already wiped away any drool if you had any. Although,” his hands move to fix her hair, fingers running through the flyaways, “you do have the beginnings of a bird’s nest.”

She fights the urge to lean into the touch.

When he pulls away, the amused smile vanishes. “You haven’t been getting enough sleep.”

Play it cool. Aya shrugs. “I’m taking commissions again, so I’ve been busy.”

“Shouldn’t you be studying? Final exams are just around the corner.”

“I am!” She gestures at the books and notebooks in front of her. “I only study in the library, though.”

“Sure, if that’s what you call studying.” He tilts his head at the portraits she’d drawn for the past hour, half-hidden under her book.

“I need breaks, okay?” She giggles. “And don’t worry. Between me and my cousin, I’m the one blessed with academic excellence. So I’ll be fine!”

“Oh? Then does that mean we can’t have study dates?”

She laughs uneasily at the mention of the word, suddenly turning a page in her book. “How did you find me here?”

From her peripheral, Aya swears Kominato’s lips quirk up for a second. “You texted me.”

Now, that’s not what she’s expecting. Aya looks back at him with a small frown. “I did?” She checks her phone. “Oh my god, I thought I was texting my cousin!” Because he’s the only one who occasionally asks if she got home already. The only one who texts her, actually.

“No wonder you dropped polite speech with me.” He doesn’t bother to hide the smirk now. “Again.”

“Sorry.” She puts her phone down. “But why are you looking for me?”

“Simple. I missed my Mako-chan.”

Aya whines. “I told you not to butcher my very meaningful name!”

Kominato laughs, and it’s a pleasant sound she didn’t think she’d hear this week. Suddenly, the nickname doesn’t sound too bad. It was merely a chuckle, though, before he scoots closer. “Let’s go on a date, Mako-chan.”

Her small smile disappears as she blinks. “W-what?”

“I asked you out right before two whole days of games, and then stop talking to you for nearly two more days afterwards. I don’t think I’ve been a good boyfriend.”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No, Kominato-san! I understand all that! You’ve got Nationals to prepare for, so it’s really okay!”

He stares at her. “You haven’t dated before, have you?”

Aya’s jaw falls open.

Kominato coos, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. “I’d be very honored to be your first.”

“I…” She lowers his hand to intertwine it with hers, resting them on top of his knee. “But what about Nationals? Are you really in a state to go on dates right now? I mean, with what happened in the game…”

“That idiot thankfully only cracked his chin, so he’d definitely still play. We’d just start off the season without him. While that would require more effort for everyone, there’s enough time.” He puts an elbow on the table and props his head on his palm, so that he’s angled to look up and into her eyes. “The team is a priority, but you’re important too.”

Aya gulps. Stares at him for a few seconds. Turns away to cover her face with her hands. “Who are you and what did you do to Kominato Ryousuke?”

He chuckles. “Oh, right. You didn’t watch afternoon practice. That’s why.”

She lowers her hands. “That’s why…?” It is then that she notices he is still wearing his white jersey. Had he sought her out right after practice?

“Tetsu and Jun did a good job at motivating the seniors earlier. But,” he leans closer to whisper his next words in her ear, “did you forget it’s you who could cheer me up the most?”

To address Aya’s concerns, Kominato – after getting harshly shoved away from her – sets the date on Saturday, for the team does not practice on weekends, and since his “smart girlfriend surely wouldn’t dedicate a whole day for studying.”

Now that they’re waiting in line at the movie theater, he turns to the girl who had shown up in a dress as pure white as her soul. “Are you sure you want to watch a horror movie?” Well, maybe not.

Aya nods quite excitedly. “I’m not actually fond of the romance genre. I like movies that could make you scream, jump, or basically just keep you up at night! Oh, especially if it’s gore. You can even ask Kazuya…” she trails off upon seeing Kominato’s tight smile.

“I just don’t think it’s a first-date movie.”

“Why not?” Aya slips her hand in his. “It would be a perfect movie for low-key cuddling when I get scared.”

If she gets scared. Aya instead ends up too engrossed with the movie, only staring straight ahead as she subconsciously munches on her sandwich. Of course, if she’d never been clingy when watching these kinds of movies before, she still wouldn’t be even if she has a boyfriend now.

“Mako-chan.”

She gasps loudly at the hand touching her arm. They are apparently outside the cinema already.

Kominato frowns slightly in concern. “Are you alright?”

Not making fun of me? “Yes, just… a little spooked. That movie was really good.” She holds a hand to her chest and breathes deeply. “Now, I need to burn all that adrenaline. Let’s go to a batting center next.”

It would be comical to say that Kominato Ryousuke’s eyes had widened. “Did I just hear you correctly? A batting center?”

“Why? You aren’t sick of baseball yet, right? Because that’d be bad news.”

Kominato shakes his head. “How would watching me bat help you with… with burning the adrenaline?”

She giggles. “Who says I’d be watching?”

And it finally clicks. “You can bat?”

She scoffs. “For your information, I am fairly good at it. It’d be a shame if I wasn’t. It’s the only game Kazuya knows how to play with me back when we were kids.”

“Oh?” Kominato drags the word out. “That’s interesting,” he says despite losing all color in his tone. He lightly grasps her wrist and starts walking. “Alright, I know a center nearby.”

Aya bites her lip to stifle another giggle.

He waits until they had crossed over to the other side of the street before speaking again. “Miyuki and you really go way back.”

Finally. “Of course we do. He’s my cousin.”

“What?” He stops. Fortunately, they are out of the way of passersby. “The cousin you’ve been talking about all along?”

“The one and only~” As he continues to only stare at her, Aya laughs. “I mean, seriously, how could people not see that? We have the same brown hair,” she twirls a lock of hair, “pretty brown eyes,” and then she places a finger gun under her chin, clicking her tongue, “and good looks!” She crosses her arms, humming in thought. “Maybe it’s because I don’t wear glasses. Oh!” She claps once. “No, it has to be the attitude. I am way kinder than he is.”

Somehow recovering during her little monologue, Kominato chuckles. “And way shorter.”

Aya gasps. But then she smiles goofily and nudges his shoulder. “But at least that makes you taller than me, right?” This time, she pulls him by the wrist so they could get a move on. “Anyway, I’d like to say that you disappoint me, senpai, for being one of those people sick enough to think of me and Kazuya as… ugh, eww.”

“But?”

Aya smirks at him. “But I’ve realized you’ve been jealous all this time, and that’s fun to think back on now!”

“I wasn’t.”

“Sure.” But before Kominato could even reply, Aya stops to look up at the batting center already in front of them. “You’re right, it is nearby!”

At first, it had been sweet.

“I’ll only play in the cages you’d play in,” Kominato says as he collects their tokens from the machine. “Don’t go off to another cage without me. I’d have to watch you because you’re not exactly wearing the right clothes for this.”

Aya blinks and looks down at herself. Her dress is not too short to ride up her thighs if she moves recklessly, but she finds her cheeks warming up at his concern. “Okay. Thank you.”

When he passes her the gloves that the center offers, Kominato tuts. “You really should’ve told me in advance that we’d go here today. I would’ve let you borrow my own gloves instead.”

She smiles, deciding not to remind him it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. “It’s okay. I’m not squeamish.”

But then he gets only one helmet, and leads her to the 90 km/h cage. And then he smirks. “Let’s start safe.” He puts the helmet on her head. “This is for you.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“You are Miyuki’s cousin, after all.”

Aya pouts. Miyuki Kazuya is known to hit homers and long balls, as long as there are runners on base. Otherwise, he only gets struck out. And in this setting that has absolutely no runners to consider, Aya might have picked up that weakness from the only one who taught her how to bat. Or maybe it’s just because of the person watching her today.

“Mako-chan, you won’t get to move on to the faster balls if you keep this up.”

“Whoa. You almost got hit. Again.”

“Mako-chan, do you want me to buy more tokens?”

“I am glad you did not decide to be a baseball player.”

Aya not only gets rid of all that adrenaline, but also develops a better understanding of the Seidou team fortunate enough to be playing in the same batch as Kominato Ryousuke. “I want to hit you.”

“I get that a lot.” He hands her a towel. “They don’t say it, but the look in their eyes does.”

“I am sure.”

After a few more rounds – to be fair, Aya had gotten over her nerves and it became a friendly competition – they finally decide to eat, and Kominato gets to choose where to go this time.

“Senpai,” Aya softly calls as she twirls her pasta around her fork, “why did you pick a French café?”

“If I let you pick again, we might be in a family restaurant right now.”

“What do you mean?”

He frowns slightly. “Aren’t you being too considerate of me? Watching a movie in a genre I like. Going to a batting center of all places.”

“And what? You expect me to suggest eating curry? I don’t even know your favorite food.”

He pauses. “It is curry.”

“Oh. Wow.”

A moment of silence passes.

Aya raises an eyebrow. “And you think I’d like it here?”

His lips part open in surprise. “You don’t?”

She shrugs. “It’s okay. I’m not exactly that high-maintenance.” Aya finally eats the carbonara on her fork. “And for the record, I don’t like curry. Or any other spicy food.”

Kominato sighs in relief. “Okay. I…” He looks out the glass wall of the café. “I just want you to feel special.”

Aya wants to melt. “Just that thought is enough, really! Don’t be pressured with me too, please.” She touches his hand on the table, prompting him to look back at her. “This might sound cliché, but I seriously think that any activity would be perfect as long as it’s with you. And hey, did it not occur to you that we might just like the same things?” She then clasps her hands in front of her, grinning. “That makes us all the more compatible, doesn’t it?”

He breaks out into a shy grin back, a slight pink on his cheeks. “I guess.”

Aya sips her iced macchiato, and then clears her throat. “I do have a very important question, senpai.”

He puts his fork down now, a small frown back on his face. “What is it?”

“Well, I know we’re a new couple, but we’ve technically known each other for a year now, making us fairly familiar with each other… so I’ve just been wondering…” It is now her turn to look out of the café. “Um, isn’t it a bit weird for me to keep calling you by your family name? Especially since your brother studies at the same school now.”

“I do remember that you call him by his first name.”

“Exactly! I call my boyfriend’s brother by his first name, but with my own boyfriend…”

He sits back. “I see. You want to call me by my first name.”

Aya turns back to him. “But that’s not all. Uh, you see, if you allow me to, another concern would come up.”

He nods once for her to continue.

“How exactly would I do that? Your teammates call you ‘Ryou-san’ and ‘Ryousuke-san.’ Now, wouldn’t it be much weirder if I do the same thing?”

He chuckles. “You put a lot of thought into this, huh?”

She only laughs nervously.

He hums in thought. “’Ryou.’ You can call me ‘Ryou.’”

Her eyes widen. “No honorifics? Are you sure?”

He only nods, then resumes his meal.

“Okay, Ryou.” She picks at her food, repeating his name for a few more times.

But he says nothing else. There’s not even a blush on his cheeks.

So Aya waits for him to take another bite of his bread. “Ryou,” she calls, and then smiles because he had the decency to finally look up. “You can call me Aya.”

He chokes.

Gauging his coughing fit to be at a level where he won’t see white lights yet, Aya smirks and leans over the table as she dangles a glass of water. “Aww, Ryou, do you need Aya to help you?”

Despite the not-so-pure-white individual personalities of the two, their relationship could be best described as painted in the color of new beginnings.

Not only is this Aya’s first relationship, but it also marks the end of their countless petty fights from the past year. Ryousuke and Aya are starting off on a clean slate, falling under the spell of awkward but sweet innocence of getting to know each other in a new light.

But the problem with having something so white is that you can’t exactly hide it.

As they get closer to summer vacation – and Summer Nationals – practice and final exams leave the team with almost no time for themselves. That brings Kuramochi into joining Aya and Miyuki’s near-regular lunches in the classroom.

“Are you sure you two can eat that much?” Aya asks as she closes the lid of her own lunchbox, having finished before them because her meals are much lighter.

“Three bowls of rice is the minimum back at the dorms,” Kuramochi replies. “Besides, this is good. And surely healthier than those in the cafeteria. I should order from you more often.”

“That’d be very nice! New customers are always welcome!”

“Hey, don’t let it get to her head,” Miyuki says.

“Well, I’m sorry.” Aya squints. “Even if my cooking is ‘second-rate,’ they’re well-appreciated.”

“Kuramochi’s the only other person you’ve ever cooked for.”

“That’s not true! I’ve cooked for Ryou before and he likes it.”

The two boys stop.

Aya drops her chopsticks, as wide-eyed as them.

“Ryou?” they chorus.

“J-just keep eating, okay?” She grabs her poor chopsticks from the ground, but resurfaces to find them still staring at her.

Miyuki is the first one to recover, a slight frown on his eyebrows. “Aya,” he drags the last syllable out, “has something been happening the whole week you barely talked to me?”

She starts packing up her lunch set to escape that all-knowing gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And then Miyuki laughs so hard, the remaining students in the room start staring.

“Oi!” She lightly kicks his foot. “Cut it out already!”

“I just…” Miyuki manages to say before he laughs again.

Even Kuramochi sighs. “I don’t know why he finds it funny. I personally think it’s amusing.”

“That’s not very reassuring, Mochi.”

He smirks. “I mean, who would’ve thought you two would actually – no, finally hook up?”

“You’re so foul-mouthed!”

Miyuki finally calms down. “Ah, that was a good one.” He points to the new ribbon on her half-ponytail. “I knew there was something behind Makoto Aya suddenly putting more effort in taming her hair.”

“Right?” Kuramochi shoves food into his mouth. “And it’s not like you two aren’t obvious, you know.” He swallows. “Don’t think I can’t see all his glances and smiles at the bleachers. Or how Ryou-san spends a lot of time texting.”

“Oh! Now I’m sure my eyes weren’t tricking me when I saw the ‘Ryou’ doodles at the back of your notebook,” Miyuki adds.

She raises an eyebrow. “We aren’t ‘obvious,’ you guys are just irritatingly perceptive.”

Huge grins slowly creep into the two friends’ expressions.

Aya curses.

Previous: Truce

Next: Jealousy (but not just Ryousuke’s)

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leekchess87-blog · 6 years ago

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Dr. Drew’s Swish Issue 5, Volume 1

Welcome to the fifth issue of volume one of Swish, a weekly periodical with recaps and photos of Santa Monica YMCA youth basketball games, and other pertinent info such as standings, schedules, announcements, and updates from the program.

This season, we are keeping limited statistics for the games. Our most important concern is the score, and we do our best to keep track of who scored a field goal(a basket), who has foul shots and made a free throw, and who committed the foul.

Since we are not posting box scores this season, now is your opportunity to give it a try, or at least keep track of your child’s stats.

Here are some statistics for youth basketball that I have kept in the past:

FG-Field Goal: Essentially a basket or bucket made during the game when the clock is running. It can be a three-pointer or a two-pointer, but not a free throw.

3S-3 point shots: When a player attempts a three-point shot, this stat will say 0 if no attempts were made, but if at least one attempt, then the first number is how many 3 point shots made, and the second number is attempts. For example, if a player made 2 out of 4 three-point shots, then this stat would be 2-4.

FT-free throws: If a player gets fouled in the act of shooting, that player will receive two free throws if shooting a 2 pointer, three free throws for being fouled while shooting a 3 pointer. If the player makes the basket and is fouled when shooting, then the basket counts, and the player receives one free throw, or as known in basketball lingo “And 1”. This stat will say 0 if no attempts were made, but if at least one attempt, then first number is how many free throws made, and second number is attempts. For example, if a player made 1 out of 2 free throws, then this stat would be 1-2.

It should be noted that free throws are shot at halftime and at the end of regulation, thus to allow for more live action playing time for the kids, since we use a running clock during the games.

R-rebounds: every missed shot has a rebound, even if the ball doesn’t hit the rim, or the ball hits the basket and goes out of bounds. If no defensive player caught or grabbed the rebound, and the ball went out of bounds after the shot, then the defensive player closest to the ball when it went out of bounds, will receive credit for the rebound. If the shot is short and doesn’t hit the basket, then whoever caught the ball, gets the rebound. If two opponents both grab the rebound simultaneously and the referee calls a jump ball, then whichever team is awarded the jump ball, then that player gets credit for the rebound.

A-assists: if a player passes the ball to a teammate, and that teammate catches and shoots the ball, and makes a field goal, then the player who made the pass receives an assist. Please keep in mind that in youth basketball, a player only gets credit for the assist, if the teammate receiving the pass does not put the ball on the floor before making the shot.

S or ST-steals: if a defensive player is able to take the ball away from the offensive player and gain possession, that player gets credit for a steal. A steal can also be an intercepted pass by the defensive player. If two opponents both have their hands on the ball, and a jump ball is called and awarded to the defensive team, the defensive player gets credit for a steal.

B-blocks: if a defensive player is able to put a hand or arm on the ball of an attempted shot, and thus not allowing it to be a made basket, then that player gets credit for a block

PF or F-personal fouls or fouls: this stat is for when the referee calls a player for a foul. If a player receives 5 fouls in a game, then he has fouled out or is disqualified, and can not return to live action in the game, but can shoot post-game free throws if awarded during the course of the match.

PTS-points: this is the total number of points that a player scored when you add the sum of all 3 point field goals, 2 point field goals, and free throws.

Here’s a box score, of my Rookie team from last spring, that was done by former YMCA youth basketball director Pete Arbogast, who is the expert on keeping youth basketball stats:

Best thing to do, if you want to keep track of your child’s stats, is to have a pen and scratch paper, and simply write down the initial as it happens on the scratch paper, then add it all up later. Use your own system if you wish. Your child will appreciate it, and probably will correct your interpretation.

Keeping stats is something that you can share with your child, and even try out when watching games on television. Kids learn valuable lessons in math and analytics by keeping stats. My oldest son is a graduate in statistics and business from Cal-Berkeley, and works as an analyst for healthcare providers, and where did he get that love of stats from? The answer is from when he played YMCA youth basketball and watched the Lakers in the days of Kobe and Shaq, and kept track of all their stats. Remember, enjoy the game!

Note to the parents: please make sure to arrive early to your child’s game. I was one of the referees for all the Rookie games last Saturday, and some of the teams almost had to forfeit because they didn’t have enough players only minutes before the start of their game. Don’t give your coach a heart attack, get there early, in order to warm up before the game, and also to allow your coach to set his lineup of players.

Hawks vs Swans: The game started off scoreless in the 1st quarter with tough defense by both sides and ended 2-2 at the half. The 2nd half, however, went the way of the Hawks. Overall for the Swans, Jonathan Watson played a very active game with 6 steals, a few rebounds, a basket, and a foul shot for 3 of the teams total 5 points. Jaxton Moore had a few rebounds, a steal, and a basket. Brandon Israels had 3 steals, 2 rebounds, and a blocked shot. Tristan Hayes had a few steals and 7 rebounds. Oguz Aghaya and Lara Masood both chipped in with Rebounds. Max Enenstein had a rebound and the assist to Jaxton…Max also was playing great defense often effectively guarding guys much larger than himself. In the end, the Hawks standout Amire Enayati was smothering and ended up being too much for the Swans totaling 9 steals and 8 points for his team. Kingston Andes was also very active with several rebounds, steals, and chipped in with a basket in the 3rd quarter. Final score 10-5 for the Hawks win…the Swans hope to get a win next week to turn the tide. Submitted by Coach Holden Hayes

The Swans Lara Masood dribbles the ball down the court against the Hawks. Photo: Saara Masood

CROWS EDGE TIGERS — October 27th. In what may turn out to be one of the closest regular-season contests of the season, the Crows came out on top by only 1 basket! The final score was 14-12, and the Tigers had several incredible, driven players who impressed everyone watching the game. In the end, the Crows benefited from the creativity of Dylan Kravitz (2 points, 2 steals, 7 rebounds), the coordinated defense of Richard Haro and Benjamin Saunders (1 rebound each), plus Player of the Game, Veronica Machala with 8 points, 9 rebounds, 1 assist and 4 steals–MVP chants from the Crows’ section continue to ka-kaw louder and louder for their starting center. What a game! Submitted by Coach Pete Harris

Tigers versus Crows in Rookie action. Photo: Breda Carroll

Cats vs. Bulldogs – Cats fans lined the bench at the Santa Monica YMCA on Saturday where the resilient and gritty 5 team members played the entire game, no subs, against the Bulldogs. The Bulldogs topped the Cats, 12-7. Four of the Cats 5 players scored, starting with Elle Guggenheim (#0) who buried a jump shot from an assist from point guard Tara Gohill (#3). Alden Wong (#2) was fouled while in the key and ultimately sank 2 free-throw shots during half time. After the half, towards the bottom of the 3rd quarter, Rowan Woodruff (#21) broke away from his defender, landing a 4-footer. To close out the game, Gohill converted 1 of 2 free-throws. The tremendous defense by Sienna Shickler (#8) helped ensure the end-game spread wasn’t larger. The Cats team will be out in full-force this Sunday against the Tigers. We’re looking forward to seeing you there. Submitted by Brian Wong

Rookie Cats talk with their coach before playing against the Bulldogs. Photo: Brian Wong

Hawks versus Swans – The Hawks matched up against the Swans for the first time since the opening scrimmage of the Fall Season. Looking to build upon the lessons learned in last weekend’s games; the Hawks focused on rebounding and defense until the shots started to fall. Amir Enayati earned Player of the Game honors with 8 points, 9 steals, and 5 rebounds. Kingston Andes brought another solid performance adding 2 points, 6 steals, and 8 rebounds. Juney Jones brought her defensive talents to the match and picked up another steal to add to her season total. David Casparian collected 2 rebounds and a steal to help his team. Diego Gonzalez pitched in as well with 1 rebound. Devon Shao and Regan Shao also played well for the Hawks to help secure the team’s first victory of the season. Submitted by Coach Charles Ellinwood

Jump ball to start the game between the Swans and Hawks. Photo: Lovell Shao

Our Bulldogs were hoping to end the first part of the season with a perfect 5-0 record, but the Cats were a tough challenge. Fortunately, we had great balance in our scoring as Bella Kariger hit 2 buckets and Noah Levy, Vitalina Moncher, Brendan Still, and Conor Duncan each hit a bucket to lead us to a 12-7 win. As usual, we stressed defense and the feisty Bulldogs got plenty of steals and rebounds. We have been giving up only 2-3 baskets per game and if that continues, we will be tough to beat. All 10 Bulldogs have been improving weekly on offense and defense, so I feel good about our next 4 games. Submitted by Coach Rick Moncher

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I think it’s safe to say that the Eagles finally found their wings this weekend facing off against the valiant Falcons. With solid ball movement, unselfish play and good communication on defense, the Eagles embraced the concept of “team basketball” and put on quite a show. The Falcons played hard and fought to the end, but the Eagles’ “pass first” offense and ability to finish at the rim would have been tough for anyone. Almost every bucket came off of an assist and most possessions saw multiple passes prior to a shot. Travis Waters and Aayan Lahkani passed the rock exceptionally well, while Darien Jones and Atobek Nasimov were happy to get open and play the role of “catch and shoot”. Daara Shafipour and Oliver Ghiassi are also developing a nice synergy to consistently producing on offense. Nice win, Eagles. Submitted by Coach Michael Jones-Morales

Tip-off between the Falcons and Eagles in Minors action. Photo: Amy Pandya-Jones

The Bills fell to the Giants on Sunday. The Bills had trouble matching up defensively. When beaten off the dribble, they weren’t providing help defense or boxing out for rebounds. On offense, the Bills struggled to pass the ball to open players. Too many possessions ended with bad shots or turnovers. Only one player on the Bills had two field goals: Weston Keslow, who finished with 5 points, 3 rebounds, 2 steals, and 1 assist. Priya Mevasse had a field goal and played strong defense, with 2 steals, 2 rebounds, and 1 blocked shot. Eddie Stein also played well, hitting a jumper and grabbing 4 boards. Hunter Esposito-Doi, Grey Broderick, and Emilia Wachtel each had one basket. The Bills were fouled 6 times, but shot just 3 of 12 from the line. The Bills need to put this one behind them and play more as a team next weekend. Submitted by Coach Jonathan Wray

Sunday, the Vikings put together perhaps their best all-around game thus far, exhibiting improved teamwork on both sides of the ball, en route to a 23-19 loss. They trailed early in both halves, but clawed back both times on the strength of their defensive focus and intensity, and their “share the ball” offensive mentality. The outcome was not decided until the final seconds, when the Vikings eventually had no answer for the Bears’ supreme outside shooting. Vikings player highlights: Kayra Sanar hustled hard on defense, flying against walls and into the stands after the ball. Rowan Booher played strong interior and perimeter defense, fighting for the ball in the paint and contesting the sweet-shooting Bears’ jump shots. Leo Mooney shouldered much of the ball-handling duties, expertly deciding when to go for his own shot and when to distribute. Max Hinton wowed the crowd by hitting all net on a deep jumper. Submitted by Coach Shannon Booher

With a much greater size and depth than our Packers, we were just hoping to stay somewhat competitive; especially after the Broncos won their previous game by 40 points. They then took the opening tip and hit a 3 a few seconds later to add to our anxiety. Fortunately, Timosha Moncher immediately answered with a 3 and that is how the first quarter played out – buckets and buckets by both sides leading to a high-octane 16-16 score at the end of the first. Bruno Picazo, Dom Kajota, and Timosha all hit 3’s in that first to keep us close, as those three combined for our 16 points. The Broncos have a lot of talent and are well-coached, so we changed our usual nonstop press strategy to avoid getting burned with good passing and we were still able to keep the score close throughout. When we took a lead into the half, our players were fired up and ready for battle. Although we played well in the third, the Broncos were hot and took a lead into the fourth. Our top players and their top players played the entire game, but after the third quarter break, we could see their top boys were tiring and looking frustrated that we were hanging with them, so we decided now was the time to full-court press. Timosha and Dom were relentless in pursuit and Sam Rubin played a fantastic game on both ends of the floor. We kept the pace fast and furious throughout the fourth, causing forced and unforced turnovers by the Broncos. Once we got the lead back, our leaders pressed even harder to keep it. We would outscore them 13-2 in the 4th to win 46-42. Timosha had a game high 17; hitting everything from 3’s to running floaters in the paint over the taller Broncos. Sam added 12 and played great while having the unenviable task of trying to contain Ben Dreifort. Dom hit for 8 and was running as hard in the 4th as in the 1st. Bruno had 9 huge points. Lukas Greblikas, Ben Farzam, and Joe Farzam played their best games of the year; helping out with key rebounds and steals and setting screens for our shooters. There was nothing in our first 3 games to lead me to think we would stay within 20 points of this team, so this was certainly the most stunning victory in my many years in the league. To say we played our best would be an understatement, as the entire team played near flawless basketball for the full 32 minutes. Submitted by Coach Rick Moncher

Just 24 hours after our stunning win over the Broncos, we would play the Dolphins – who lost by 40 points to those Broncos the week before. Just which Packer team would show up was the question – the flawless team that upset the Broncos or the team that showed plenty of flaws in previous games. It ended up somewhere in-between, as we didn’t shoot as well as the day before and we didn’t play anywhere near the quality of defense as the day before, but we did escape with a 53-45 victory. The game was a back-and-forth affair until the 4th. We knew Evan Daghighian was going to be pumping 3’s for them, but our defenders were too kind in giving him room to shoot. He would hit an incredible five consecutive 3’s over the first three quarters to keep them in the game. Sam Rubin had a monster game with 23 points and plenty of steals and rebounds. Dom Kajota and Timosha Moncher had their usual busy stats with points-steals-rebounds, but it was the added offense from Xavier Echiribel (4 points) and Lukas Greblikas (5 points) that made the difference. Submitted by Coach Rick Moncher

The Rams suffered their first defeat during an intense game last Sunday evening. After taking an early lead, the halftime score was a 1 or 2 point game at halftime. The second half was a defensive battle, with the Colts making more shots down the stretch than the Rams. After free throws, the final was 31-28. The Rams were lead by Griffin Pine with 17 points. Do everything Sebastian Ramirez had 2 points, 7 steals, 9 rebounds and 5 assists. Shawn Sikder made a key shot down the stretch, while Guy Carter’s hustle aided in 5 very important rebounds. Submitted by Coach Brent Stoll

Each week, Swish has a profile of a coach, player, or someone in the program who inspires all of us involved in Santa Monica YMCA basketball.

This week’s profile is of Santa Monica YMCA player, Timosha Moncher who is not only a great basketball player, but also a championship judo athlete. I had the opportunity to ask him some questions, and I also requested that his father Rick, who is an accomplished basketball coach with the YMCA, ask him questions as well.

DocDrew: “What do you enjoy most about playing youth basketball in the Santa Monica YMCA league?” Timosha: “I love playing basketball – anywhere, anytime. I play a lot of sports, but basketball is my favorite. It is fun to play with and against my friends at the Y.”

DocDrew: “What is your most memorable moment throughout your YMCA basketball career?” Timosha: “We had a huge upset this weekend when we beat the Broncos and everyone on our team was so happy. That was pretty awesome, but my best moment was when I hit a game-winning 3-point buzzer-beater about 2 years ago. We had a time-out with 5 seconds left and my Dad (coach) made-up a play to get me the ball. Me and my friends always practice crazy buzzer-beaters at the Y, but you never think it will actually happen. I caught it, turned to shoot it, and it swished through. Here is some cell phone video of the shot from a parent of one of my teammates:”

https://m.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=SQC1f5X-N1Q&feature=youtu.be.

Coach Rick: “This is your 16th season in the league and you hold numerous records. Which do you value the most?” Timosha: “I always liked getting steals. When I started playing at the Y, I couldn’t shoot or dribble, but I was pretty fast and strong and I would always get steals and rebounds to help my team. Although I own the records for steals in a career and in one game (19), I would love to get another game-winning buzzer-beater. I was also the youngest ever in Minors and Majors (8), but playing against much bigger, better, and older players helped me improve faster.”

DocDrew: “Who is your favorite player and why?” Timosha: “It used to be Steph Curry because of all the great shots he could make, but now my favorite is the Greek Freak, Giannis Antetokounmpo. He can do everything on the court and is a really cool guy off the court.”

Coach Rick: “You are also known for your accomplishments in judo. What are some of your biggest victories? Timosha” “I have won 5 National Championships, 3 State championships, and the gold medal in the Junior Olympics in judo last year, but I still like basketball more.

I can remember Timosha shooting hoops at a young age on the playground of St. Monica’s when his sister Vitalina was a classmate of my son in TK, and as we were waiting for class to start, Timosha would be sinking buckets on the big hoop. I could tell right away, that he was something special, even at a young age. Timosha is a great role model for his teammates, and all those that play youth basketball at the YMCA. He shows that with determination, passion, and drive, you can achieve success and enjoy whatever you are doing. Thanks Timosha!

Saturday October 27th

Rookies:

Crows 14, Tigers 12

Cats 7, Bulldogs 12

Hawks 10, Swans 5

Bantams:

Broncos 9, Rams 20

Jets 12, Buccaneers 11

Minors:

No games scheduled

Majors:

Broncos 42, Packers 46

Panthers 43, Colts 57

Raiders 37, Ravens 28

Sunday, October 28th

Rookies:

No games scheduled

Bantams:

Steelers 11, Packers 18

Rams 13, Jets 14

Minors:

Bears 23, Vikings 19

Seahawks 22, Chiefs 28

Giants 38, Bills 18

Falcons 23, Eagles 42

Majors:

Dolphins 45, Packers 53

Rams 27, Colts 31

Teams are awarded 5 points for a win, 3 points for a tie, 1 point for a loss, 0 points for a forfeit. Tournament games have a greater point value. Teams are listed in their place in the standings with W-L-T and team points

Rookies:

Bulldogs 5-0-0, 25 points

Crows 3-2-0 17 points *Crows beat Tigers head to head

Tigers 3-2-0, 17 points

Cats 2-3-0, 13 points

Hawks 1-4-0, 9 points *Hawks beat Swans head to head

Swans 1-4-0, 9 points

Bantams:

Titans 4-1-0, 21 points

Packers 3-1-1, 19 points

Broncos 3-1-0, 16 points

Rams 2-2-1, 15 points

Jets 2-4-0, 14 points *Jets beat Bucs head to head

Buccaneers 2-4-0, 14 points

Bengals 2-2-0, 12 points

Steelers 1-4-0, 9 points

Minors:

Chiefs 4-0-0, 20 points

Eagles 3-1-0, 16 points

Giants 3-1-0, 16 points

Bills 2-2-0, 12 points

Seahawks 2-2-0, 12 points

Bears 1-3-0 8 points *Bears beat Vikings head to head

Vikings 1-3-0, 8 points

Falcons 0-4-0, 4 points

Majors:

Colts 5-0-0, 25 points

Packers 4-1-0, 21 points

Rams 4-1-0, 21 points

Broncos 3-2-0, 17 points

Raiders 2-3-0, 13 points

Dolphins 1-4-0, 9 points

Ravens 1-4-0, 9 points

Panthers 0-5-0, 5 points

All games are played in the gymnasium of the Santa Monica YMCA

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2018 WINTER LEAGUE REGISTRATION OPENS IN PERSON AND ONLINE AT YMCASM.ORG FOR THE GENERAL PUBLIC

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2018 BANTAM LEAGUE 10:30 AM JETS VS TITANS 11:40 AM RAMS VS BENGALS

MINOR LEAGUE 12:50 AM BILLS VS SEAHAWKS 2:00 PM CHIEFS VS VIKINGS

MAJOR LEAGUE 3:10 PM DOLPHINS VS RAIDERS 4:20 PM RAVENS VS PANTHERS 5:30 PM COLTS VS BRONCOS 6:40 PM PACKERS VS RAMS

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 2018 BANTAM LEAGUE 10:30 AM BENGALS VS BUCS

ROOKIE LEAGUE 11:40 AM HAWKS VS SWANS 12:50 PM TIGERS VS CATS 2:00 PM BULLDOGS VS CROWS

MINOR LEAGUE 3:10 PM BEARS VS SEAHAWKS 4:20 PM GIANTS VS VIKINGS 5:30 PM FALCONS VS CHIEFS 6:40 PM EAGLES VS BILLS

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2018 WINTER LEAGUE REGISTRATION OPENS IN PERSON AND ONLINE AT YMCASM.ORG FOR THE GENERAL PUBLIC

Thank you very much,

Dr. Paul Drew, editor and publisher of Swish

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