#good thing killer whales eat those guys

[the-firebird69]

Killer whales passing close by private boat in Monterey California

These people died they're gone and satanists and they're mean people and they're being mean to our son and yes from California and here and they came back and forth they're not from the neighborhood no they were they were eaten by these orca and they're gone they knock them out of the boat ate them and check to see if there are any more for them to eat and you're starving because they're forced in by combat and other things this is what's happening all over these crabs are going to come in on this side no there's mining well ships are coming out this is why they don't come in as a shelf they come into 400 and they can see it and they can feel it and they's not good but in the south is a shelf it's only 20 miles from shore they don't like to be seeing the whole way in and other stuff is coming in sharks killer whales some sperm whales we're spotted as close as a hundred miles a whole bunch of tiger sharks and some hammerheads soon they'll be flocks of them and they're going to be coming in because of ships and they'll be destroying the crabs and the chips are going to come in from Tommy Allen and yeah some of course will break out and they'll be fighting and they'll have to contain with the crabs and it will force a lot of sea life in and maybe saltwater crocs and we have to be on the lookout now these killer whales are very mean and you think they're fun and hanging out with you but those whales are trained to be exhausted for years and they look at their docile and trained for for years and fed all the time they're fed so they don't care but sometimes they get mad and they kill someone a lot of trainers died about 50 at SeaWorld and the guy said it's not worth it they just look like porpoises and they're killing people just wondering what to do instead you said it yourself and you said the purposes don't kill us only whims and he says what would you do I said these purposes could do tons of stuff in front of people their hams and you can capture them and put them back and they don't care and they do tricks and stunts they love it and then they like to be free and they like to be protected I found out in Boston and he says wow that's weird and he asked for honest true so you get a chorus of like eight of them and they do all sorts of stunts and they love to show off they love to tell people they're showing off they're like dogs so he got real happy and he said we have to do it and he turned the orca loose it wasn't this one but people say it but it's not true there's a few of them that will let loose because they were murderers and they're saying to put him down but he couldn't do it he said it's our fault and he thinks her son and he started doing the purposes and seals and it's so much fun and people love penguins too the penguins are hilarious they do all sorts of dumb things they love the attention and the laughter and the clapping so you put them up there and they're acting and walking they started sliding around and then tons of them were and they're doing it in unison and it was hilarious and they're laughing and waving the scene of the wild doing it and you can have a walrus or two it kind of mean though he knows the kind of mean but they like to be protected for a while and they go out and do their thing and try and tell people about it they say never works and they didn't fight because they don't care have fun so Grace a great accents with you and our son is in trouble and other people all over the world and we're moving out now

Thor Freya

It's the most touching story I've ever heard is with Annie Lennox it's crazy she got a lot of attention back then and people said where they go and she said I don't know they kept seeing him here it was insanity and he figured it out it took him a long time and you didn't figure it out from her which is insanity but she said she prompted me to figure it out but no I freedom on my own I remembered some stuff I thought if they made a real huge one it would work and I see this comet empire ship and yeah that's where it came from so we are seeing him Pizza together from what people are sending back and we know why and it wasn't sent back you said so I do get that but back then there's no comment empire ship there's no but the claim does that the clan does it so people fight over it and wow this is going to be something now I'm seeing something else he knows how to talk a little how they say things and people are helping too but wow that little kid helped us so it probably get some stuff

Mac daddy

it's a tough crowd

Zues Hera

Yeah we're actually going to work on it we have to do certain things to move you out and back

Mac daddy

Good you have good reason and if they oppose you well they're going to try and kidnap me

Zues Hera

Wh

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We get that too I'm instructing mine not to because they'll be executed

Mac daddy

We are hearing that is true and we have to do stuff to get you to be able to move out and back it's not very hard he says and we didn't you and me that's a good idea that's a good reference fairly decent and Lily was kind of nuts but it works and yeah I was a little nuttier but it works it's like having my grandfather around some weird stuff or father really yes that would be it

Mike tew

Olympus

[ravioliworm]

im just gonna do all of these just for funsies bc i genuinely only have 4 followers in total and i dont expect them to send me 40 numbers so:

1. my favorite aquatic animal is definitely the manatee, my favorite animal of all time

2. i wanna say i dont have a least favorite but those sea lice guys freak me out. at the state park i intern at we watched ppl come up to the employees scooping the critters out of their bathing suits😭😭

3. idk ive been to the baltimore aquarium most recently and it was AMAZING

4. the georgia aquarium! i watch the show on animal planet abt the aquarium all the time. i NEED to see the penguins and the whale shark

5. uhhhhhh i got nothin boys

6. platypus, the semi aquatic egg laying mammals of action

7. hmmm. thresher shark. that killer side eye. always looks like it's nervous. me asf

8. hammerhead shark. so goofy

9. id love to have a pet seal of some sort. i mean theyre kinda like dogs in some ways and theyre cute as shit

10. the burrfish. everyone thinks it's called a pufferfish. smh. never gets all that puffer love

11. well at my internship we "fish" using a seining net for educational programs. i used to go crabbing a lot. id never eat them but i loved just catching and staring at them lol. my dad used to do fishing in the beach. again. never eating them just admiring

12. great white shark !!

13. well i live near the beach so ive def had a couple early experiences i wouldnt remember but the earliest one i remember is when my grandparents bought me a goldfish when i was 3 and he died after 3 days😔

14. uhhhhh idek tbh

15. i love lumpsuckers hehe

16. uhhh any octopus ig. theyre just so...squishy idk they slay

17. no😔

18. im too lazy atm😭

19. yess i live near the ocean

20. aaaaa ummmm cephalopods ig

21. whales !!

22. tunaaaaaa

23. sea urchins just bc i saw videos recently of them putting hats on

24. im a sucker for koi

25. coelcanths my beloved

26. kraken

27. isopod, crab, sixgill(??) shark

28. the diversity!! shit is so weird under the water i love it

29. sargeant major🫡🫡 or slippery dick

30. humpback whale🙄🙄 false advertising. doesnt even have a humpback 0/5 stars

31. yes and yes i ADORE swimming. it's the only activity that makes summer bearable tbh

32. i partake in inflatable ball pool volleyball with my family and nothing more

33. lampreys

34. the dunk! idc if dunkleosteus got smaller he is very special to me☝️☝️

35. all of them <3

36. the great white shark's formal scientific name is Cutie Patootie

37. finidng nemo, the spongebob movie(2004), & happy feet if it counts. i watched those movies OBSESSIVELY as a child and the spongebob movie is my favorite movie of all time sooo

38. well i wanted to try to go into marine science as well as wildlife ecology in college next year

39. dogs and elephants !!

40. dolphins arent fucking evil just bc they do things us humans frown upon. i think it's rly weird to demonize an animal. like did we learn nothing from the demonization of sharks?? dolphins/killer whales and whatever are still animals deserving respect and the need to be protected in our planet's future. ik they're too smart for their own good but we gotta stop bullying animals okay thanks.

Marine biology ask meme!

I didn't find any so I decided to make one myself! Can be applied to all aquatic animals or just a specific group if one desires (minding some animal group-specific questions, of course). Fish lovers come get your juice!!

What's your favourite aquatic animal?

What's your least favourite aquatic animal?

Do you have a favourite aquarium?

Any aquariums on your bucket list you’d like to visit?

What's your controversial marine biology take?

What’s your favourite semiaquatic animal?

What aquatic animal do you relate to the most? Why?

Favourite cartilaginous fish?

If you could keep any aquatic animal as a pet, with all the space they need and perfect care, what would it be?

Tell me what aquatic animal(s) you think is severely underrated.

Have you ever fished? Do you fish regularly, why or why not?

You are now a werebeast! What aquatic animal shall you choose to be your wereform?

What’s your earliest experience with fish/aquatic animals?

What was an important, defining moment you’ve had with fish/aquatic animals?

Favourite bony fish (ray-fins and lobe-fins alike)?

Who would you give the title of most sexual motherfucker in the ocean to?

Do you keep an aquarium or an outside pond? If so, what animals (or lack thereof) do you keep?

Share your most prized marine-themed possession!

Have you ever been to the ocean?

Gastropods or cephalopods?

Seals or whales?

Billfish or tunas?

Sea stars or sea urchins?

Goldfish or koi?

Coelacanths or lungfish?

Favourite aquatic mythological creature?

You can only invite three deep sea scavengers to your whalefall feast. Who?

What do you like most about aquatic life (e.g. their diversity, their colours, their importance)?

Best aquatic animal name?

Stupidest aquatic animal name?

Can you swim? Do you like swimming?

Do you partake in water sports? Which ones?

Favourite jawless fish?

Best extinct aquatic animal?

Most beautiful fish?

What’s the coolest aquatic animal fact you know?

What’s your favourite ocean- or aquatic animal-related movie (or do you have one in the first place)? Why?

Do you work or study to work in a field that deals with aquatic animals or bodies of water? If not, do you wish you could work in the field?

Favourite non-fish aquatic animal?

Share a pet peeve about something marine-related (e.g. a misconception, a portrayal or lack of portrayal of an animal, etc.) that drives you up the walls.

Dividers by @wateryourgender!! They are very pretty and nice indeed! :D

[theyscreamjade]

Some Keigo, Aizawa, Dabi and Shigaraki HCS where their S/O gives them this Puppy Eyes when they want something like a kiss, hug or even something material.

Also this the First request i leave here

Puppy Eyes

I seriously feel as if I’m being called out. I swear, I love me some SHIGGY, I dunno! Ugh, Why am I like this?! ANYWAY! I hope you like it Anon!

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Tomura Shigaraki

* I know for a fact, Tomura would fall for a sweetheart or absolute touchy person. Someone who likes to hug him at random times, watch him play his games when he’s busy, play with his hair and other things.

* But you fucking dangerous as him too.

* He may act as if he doesn’t like it when you’re so cute all the time, but he thinks you’re so fucking cute.

* Toga simply adores when you make your cute faces together and you two would often do it together.

* This includes those puppy eyes that he can’t resist when you hit him with those eyes. It strikes him in the heart every single time.

* You’d often do it when you guys are either driving back towards the hideout or walking through-out the night and you see something or smell a meal you can’t help but desire to have.

* Even if it’s an animal or a diamond necklace, just give him that look and he’s yours.

* *You and Shigaraki are walking back towards the headquarters as you see a beautiful necklace around a girl’s necklace*

* Y/N: babe! *you whined, holding his arm as he looked at you in confusion*

* SH: *sighs* Yes, Number Two?

* Y/N: I want her necklace...can we get it? *you asked before giving him that look as he blushed softly*

* SH: We’re in public, Someone will se..*he starts to say before seeing you pout a bit. He looked at the girl with her diamond necklace then at you* Alright...

* Trust and believe, that necklace is going around your neck later that night.

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Shouta Aizawa

* You are a devil with angel wings because you taught this trick to Eri.

* YOU KNOW HE CAN NEVER EVER SAY NO TO YOU WHEN YOU DO THAT!

* He may say no at first, but whine or pout and he’s yours too! You’ve made him blush in front of All Might and Present Mic, WHO STARED IN FULL BLOWN ASTONISHMENT AT THOSE POWERS YOU POSSESS.

* This is the way you can get him to come to sleep, give you attention, or let you guys have some fun for once.

* For example, This is how you convinced him to take you guys to the aquarium, even though it’s usually not his style.

* You and Eri had to beg him to come with you guys to the aquarium. Eri wanted to see underwater animals, including killer whales.

* Once there, he ended up enjoying it. From the dolphin’s kissing Eri’s nose to a killer whale having a staring contest with him.

* Please use that wonderful power you possess to get his ass to bed on fucking time, please? I know he doesn’t sleep at night for a fact.

* If he’s up, grab his arm and give him that look with the puppy eyes and he’s instantly yours.

* YN:*walks into his office and looks at the time* It’s almost four am...

* SA: I’m almost done, I-

* YN:*grabs his arm and looks at him with their puppy eyes*

* SA: Kitten, Give me a minute. I-..*looks at you before saving his work and sighing, standing up*

* YN:*smiles, leading him to the bedroom with a smile on their face*

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Dabi Todoroki

* He’s used to your cute ass, he doesn’t mind it when you act cute all the time.

* He was confused at first though, he’s never seen anyone pout for a sign of affection. He looked at you funny when you first did it.

* Nowadays, he instantly knows you either want a kiss, to be picked up, or something that caught your eye. You’re a spotter and there are things you’d want him to get you.

* OFTEN! You do want him to take a bath with you, even though it kinda hurts him so you made a sacrifice and took cold baths or showers with him in the morning which often woke you guys up.

* It is an unknown miracle you’ve made this man love you and words can’t describe how much he does. He knows when you pout, something’s wrong too.

* I think you guys relationship would be something Toga loves to see all the time and can’t help but imagine herself in it too.

* YN, Shiga, Dabi, and Toga:*driving down the street in a stolen car*

* YN:*gasps, seeing the green serine of Starbucks as the taste of coffee goodness engulfs their mind before turning to their boyfriend* Baabe!

* D:*knows that voice too well* Starbucks?

* YN:*nods quickly as he pulls in*

* Shigaraki:*rolls his eyes in the backseat* Simp.

* D:*looks back* Oh? I’m sorry, I thought a bitch said something.

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Keigo Takami

* How much you wanna bet that you two do this to each other?

* Oh no, honey. Do you think you’re the one who can make someone melt? He’s a damn pro and you can’t deny it.

* You both do it to each other and it’s honestly hilarious to see it happen because one does a puppy eyes at one just to have that LOOK right back at you.

* Like damn Keigo.

* Remember honey, you’re still powerful as fuck. Pout and sniff a bit and he will fold faster than a towel.

* Those are your big guns to get the exact item that you want. I mean exact item.

* For example~: You wanted to spend time with him, go out and have some fun for once since he WAS always goddamn working somewhere. Especially after his injury, he just stayed focused on saving others.

* On his supposed night-off, you gave him the best puppy eyes humanly possible just to have him stay and not work. It took you giving those eyes, whining, pouting, and sniffing as if you’re about to cry.

* HIS HEART HAD A ATTACK.

* But, there’s one thing you can’t get between though, and that’s his chicken.

* Good luck on that note.

* YN:*sighs, seeing another box of KFC on the table for the third time*

* Hawks:*takes a bite into a piece of chicken with a smile*

* YN: Why don’t we eat something e-

* Hawks: Don't even try it, I’m eating chicken.

* YN: Babe! We’ve had it for the past three days, Please~? *gives him the look*

* Hawks:*looks at you before tapping your nose* Nope.

* YN:*starts to whine a bit*

* Hawks:*tosses the bone into the trash before grabbing another piece*

* YN:*sighs* You know that’s cannibalism, you fucking bird. *mumbles in anger*

* Hawks: I committed that last night to you, you didn’t seem to mind though.

[tsunderedoctor]

Love Languages: The Gift Lovers

This is a small group so I figured I release it now, but the rest will have around 9 members and might be broken down into parts due to how many fit a certain love language.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Guy literally gets whatever he wants; from praise to countries (see what I did there-). He expects the same from his s/o and he hopes his s/o knows he will do the same in return.

Doesn’t care if they are little gifts or homemade; actually prefers homemade because it’s one of a kind and made by his s/o! Also reminds him of his mom when she would make arts and crafts with him and Rosi as a kid (so expect them to be locked up like they are valuables!).

If his s/o isn’t really into receiving/giving gifts he won’t mind it too much; but will still buy them everything they might have looked at. 

Could totally see him as a sugar daddy; just a manipulative bastard one-

Also on that note, will use his gifts he got you as leverage (”Remember those lovely earrings I got you? I don’t recall giving them to anyone else, so how can you say I don’t love you?”).

Borsalino “Kizaru”

Likes small gifts the best! Let’s him know that while his s/o was out they thought of him! I can see him liking ties or something useful for his work rather than something cute/useless. Will still accept cute gifts though (change my mind-)!

Always says “ohh” and “aww” when opening gifts! S/o could literally tell him what he got and guy will still act surprised; totally does it to annoy/make s/o flustered. Has this goofy grin after and says thanks every time!

Buys little trinkets or knickknacks of your favorite animal or collection you like. Will also try to get something he knows you will use. Art lover? Here’s some new paints/pencils! Like to read? Newest book of your favorite author! Love cats/dogs? Here’s a cute ornament you can hang around the house!

Literally won’t hate anything you got him; and would accept anything! Actually likes gag gifts and finds the idea funny; so please tease this man!

Shachi

Falls head over heels for homemade and cute gifts! Loves this one gift you got him of a killer whale plush and keeps it on his bed and sleeps with it (like that meme where the girlfriend sleeps with a 4ft version of boyfriend-)!

Doesn’t care if it doesn’t make him look manly or the others make fun of him for it! His babe thought of him when they got/made it and he loves it! 

Can see him having all your gifts all over his room; hasn’t lost a single one! Remembers where each and every one came from and for what reason!

Also loves to buy you cute gifts! Even if his babe doesn’t like them, he still does because they looked just like them and how can he not get it?! 

When out shopping for the crew gets sidetracked easily and sometimes wonders off. Penguin tries to wheel him back before Law finds out they aren’t shopping for the crew anymore-

Buggy

Guy is pretty vain not gonna lie; so definitely loves fancy, big gifts. However, won’t complain too much if his s/o can’t afford it (will just tell you to budget better next time-). 

Loves parties too! So please throw a party for his birthday along with gifts! 

Swears he doesn’t ask for much, but has like a wish list of 35 different items he wants for his birthday or anniversary. If you are not a gift lover, will get mad when your list is small and thinks you aren’t taking him seriously. 

Will also tell you he spent billions of beli on the gifts he got you; but might have been exaggerating- If you catch him in the act he will still deny it and say whoever told you that was wrong! 

Favorite gift he got from you was this vintage pirate’s hat. He keeps it in a shadow box and dusts it regularly! 

Nami

Is another one who loves useful gifts or gifts that made you think of her! Finds it really cool if you are able to find items that can help her with navigating and really appreciates that you take her dreams into consideration!

Also tries to find gifts she knows you would use as well! Will also try to make gifts if she can’t afford a gift she thinks you deserve!

Very good with her hands and can get pretty damn close to the actual thing she was wanting! Could honestly replace the two and only the original creator would probably know the difference- 

If you aren’t a gift lover will try to find other ways to express her love to you! Gets really bashful when using words of affirmation and physical touch! She finds it embarrassing to be in a more vulnerable state rather than just spending time together or working together.

Jewelry Bonney

As long as you give her food; this woman will love you! I don’t want to say this is an easy out; but she appreciates it the most because you know how much she starves for food! 

You don’t even have to be that good at cooking; it just melts her heart seeing you working hard on her behalf. She might offer to help, but you both know she will end up eating the ingredients rather than help-

Will offer you her favorite foods! This is her way of saying “Hey you’re important to me; look at how much I love you!”, first time it happened you and the crew thought she was sick-

Will take your love language into consideration! She gets that not everyone likes getting gifts and will go out of her way to show you your ways of love too!

[muffinlance]

In our next episode of Days of Our Gay Whales: feral! GayWhale feels personally called out.

that video of a moose going fast as hell through thick ass snow made me lose it they're so Scary and Big oh my ogjgjfdhh

I don’t like large animals?? Like whales. Whales….. bad 

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Fish

For @whump-advent-calendar‘s day 4-6, Burn/Candles

CW: Referenced medical whump and dehumanization, light burn (accidental), captivity, muzzling, drugging reference, reluctant whumper turned caretaker

Introduction | Siren Song | Cries | Here | Not Sure | Draw Blood | Fish | Signs

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BAHRAM’S NOTES NOTE TO SELF - SAVE IN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE. DO NOT LET DR. L SEE.

October 22nd, 20XX 3:45 am Mer in Residence: 19 Days

It’s time to admit I’m more or less keeping a diary at this point as I get to understanding him. So far I’ve written separate notes to myself… for ten or so straight days of the nineteen we’ve had him here, and it’s getting harder to write the official transcriptions the way Dr. L wants me to.

Dr. Lachlan insists I call the mer ‘it’, that it’s to help me distance myself emotionally since it’s such a good mimic of humanity, but I don’t think it’s a damn mimic, I think it’s just… human.

I mean, obviously it’s not HUMAN, but… Miah spelled it out for me, we had an argument about this when he first got here. She gets so angry that he’s getting hurt and you know, I guess I believed Dr. L - mer aren’t my specialty field, I’m a snake man really, I don’t know the first bloody thing about fucking cetaceans. 

Anyway, I said to her at the time, “It’s not human.”

She told me, “Maybe not H-U-M-A-N, but P-E-R-S-O-N,” just like jabbing me in the chest afterward. Also, Miah can fingerspell in a way that really makes you feel like a six year old getting yelled at by your mother, for the record. I can’t describe it any other way. I was ready to just melt away from personal embarrassment before she even finished signing “person.”

That’s not the point of this. 

I didn’t start a diary just to tell myself how right Miah is about all of this, but hey, here we are.

I need some days off so badly.

Miah wasn’t around today, it’s really just been me and the mer - I’m off for four days coming up here, after 20 days of work, and she’s going to come in and do 24-hour watch until I’m back. It’s not so bad - I don’t really know anyone here, and the bed’s comfortable enough. Dr. L’s paying rent on my apartment so I won’t lose it while I’m working, anyway.

I still feel like some low-level henchman, though. Like any moment some asshole in a tank top is going to show up with guns and I’ll just be a faceless evil stepping stone before the boss fight with Dr. L. 

I mean, we all know that Dr. L’s going to be the boss fight, right? Anders would just like lay down or throw Miah in front of himself or something.

No, that’s not fair, he really does love her.

Bahram this is all hypotheticals about a video game. Get back on track, man.

So Miah must have gone shopping or something. She came back with a bag full of these candles from this bookstore she really likes. I mean she came back with an insane amount of books, too, but she had this candle she pulled out and put down on my desk.

She set down the candle - it’s this really nice deep blue and has some kind of like ocean scene painted on the label, like, isn’t that thematic - and smiled at me. “This one reminded me of what we’re doing,” She told me, and her signs were… softer. Her expressions were softer alongside them.

Does that mean… anything? I don’t know. She just put it on my desk and then wandered off. I thanked her but I had to take her shoulder and get her to look at me, first. Maybe her face was a little red.

Maybe not. 

We keep the tank room pretty warm, I’m sort of cold-natured and the mer seems more active when we keep the lights really warm, so… 

I don’t get why she bought me a candle and why she looked away before I could thank her for it. I don’t get it, and I feel like I should, but I don’t. Is she not looking because it wasn’t a big deal, or because it was a big deal, or… what?

I really WOULD sink into the floor if Dr. L or Miah ever saw that I wrote this. Get it together, Bahram. You are not writing a diary about Miah fucking Kirsse. 

It’s been just me and the mer, all day. Dr. L was gone, too, meeting with whoever’s funding this whole thing. She’ll be gone until next week, so there’s no real work getting done, for now. Just blood draws.

She’s showing them its claws she took off. I don’t know why. Honestly, I have such a bad feeling about this, but I needed the cash and nowhere else was hiring for a job that would give me room and board and still time to work on my own research. Not that I’ve done a bit of THAT in a week.

I get too distracted by the mer.

He swims in circles. He stares at nothing, or pokes the plastic coral and ferns we got him, or hides in his cave. I can switch the screens over to watch the camera feed from inside the cave, but he doesn’t do much in there, either. I caught him picking at his scales, and I need to ask Dr. L about that. She took three scales off his tail, which for the record I had nothing to do with (whose record? I’m writing this to myself, and what the fuck does it matter about scales when I’m the one sticking the damn needle in his elbow twice a week), and I caught him sort of whistling sadly and picking at the empty spaces. 

They’ll grow back, Dr. L says. She’s not worried.

I am.

A little.

I’m starting to think Dr. L is lying about a lot of things, and I’m not sure what to do about that. If anything. This is a job, and I get paid better than I’ve ever been paid in my life. So… what do I do?

I could call the hotline and report him. It’s anonymous. 

She’d know I did it.

I don’t know why, but… I don’t want her to know it was me. Cowardice, I guess. Pure bloody cowardice.

But Miah hasn’t emailed the hotline, either. We can’t both be cowards, right?

Anyway.

Tonight was tank cleaning, which is a bloody fucking chore. Anders was around long enough to help me get the mer tranq’d and into the lift and then the rolling tank where he can just sit until I get my work done. Poor thing just lolls around when he’s tranq’d up. Barely blinks. 

Doesn’t stop its fucking crying, though.

We took a lot of blood from him today, too, so he was very weak. Barely moved, just curled himself up small so he was totally in the water and watched me work after Anders left. We’ve got a scrubber machine that does the hard work, I just have to hose some things down and then make sure its filter is still operating correctly. Watch the scrubber. Whole process takes about three hours from start to tank totally refilled, as long as I do it weekly. It’ll take much longer if I let it slide.

Double-checked the camera in the cave, and when I walked out of it I saw the mer’s head was up, watching everything I was doing. He dropped right back down under the water when he saw me looking at him. The muzzle looks so monstrous on him, but more than that, it makes him look like a monster.

Maybe Dr. L doesn’t muzzle him to keep us safe, but to keep me from seeing his expressions while I’m here with him all day.

No, that’s stupid. She doesn’t even think he’s sentient, right?

I finished up, and when I came to roll him back to the lift, I saw he’d popped his head up out of the rolling tank and was looking around the room itself. He hasn’t really looked around at all before this, and he was still tranq’d but maybe I fucked up the dosage? Because he was pretty alert, kind of whistling to himself and giving little chirps and clicks. He sounds like some weird mix of killer whale and fucking otters or something. When he saw me, he flinched back down under the water, but I had this idea.

Dr. L took his claws, and he’s still muzzled except when he’s on the table or when he eats, so like, it’s not like he can hurt me, right?

His eyes had gone to my desk, looking at… I guess all my books and papers and my laptop and everything. Maybe the candle. I waved my hand around until I saw that he was watching me again. With those big eyes it’s hard to tell exactly what he’s looking at, but when I clapped my hands he blinked at me, so I know he can hear it, can see me.

Then - and I swear I’m not lying - he moved himself up out of the water, and put his palms together. His earfins twitched out and back against his scalp, and his white hair dripped water all down his shoulders. 

He cocked his head at me. Then he put his hands together, harder this time. He clapped, and then… he clicked.

I KNEW it. I KNEW clicks were questions. Dr. L said their brains don’t work that way, but I bet they do. Who’s even considered how their brains work? Maybe they’re just like us. All the studying I’ve been doing shows that the scans we’ve done of dead ones are pretty similar in overall size and placement of their center of language. They’ve shown that mer populations have their own dialects if they don’t interact with each other, like the Atlantic transients sound totally different than the Pacific transients, which sound different than the residents that stick close to the coastlines up by Alaska...

Making my own head hurt. I don’t even care about fucking mammals, but I guess I do now. 

“That’s right,” I said when he clapped, not like he can understand but still. I said it, and I clapped again, and he clapped back. “Can you give me your head? I’ll take your muzzle off, yeah? If you don’t bite.”

Dumbest fucking idea ever, but hey. 

I think maybe he knows the word muzzle, because he whistled and shrunk down again, lowering his hands. His ear flaps flattened again. I saw the deep red marks around his neck, from how we have to use the catch-pole to get him out, and I just. I just felt like shit, you know?

I’m shit, that’s what I am, we’re torturing a child, more or less, who hasn’t done a thing to anyone but be by himself because he lost his bloody fucking family. I can’t keep telling myself I’m not the bad guy, you know? 

I’m going to jail if I report him, aren’t I? I helped bring him in, after all. There’s my whole career down the drain.

Is this how it felt when everyone was being shit to monkeys in the 70′s and calling it psychology? Did some of them just go along with it because they thought they had to?

This is not helpful, Bahram.

I sat down at my desk and tried to figure it out. His eyes were on me the whole time. I looked over at Miah’s candle, and looked at the label. Like I said, ocean scene. Fronds and ferns and…

I turned the label to face the mer, and tapped on the image with my finger. “Fish,” I said, feeling dumb as hell. I told myself, it’s a bloody animal, Dr. L would roll around laughing at you for this.

But he came back up out of the water. There was a long moment, and I heard him click, and then a soft, “Sssshhhhhh,” sound came from behind his muzzle. They have lips like ours, although their way of communicating is basically whalesong and relies heavily on underwater acoustics. He’s louder in the tank than out of it, although I guess fear might make him quiet, too.

The recordings I found on youtube they get in the ocean are deafening loud. Their voices travel so well underwater, it’s amazing. People sell fucking CDs with mersong over piano to fall asleep to. 

I poked at the ocean scene on the label again. “Fish,” I said firmly. “Do you want fish?”

He knows fish. 

I KNOW he knows fish because he sat up, held out his right arm, and tapped his elbow with a blunt-edged, broken-off claw before he looked back at me, trembling with fear. He clicked again, twice.

I can’t even tell you how shit I feel, realizing he was asking if I was going to take his blood first. That’s what he meant, it has to be. He poked at the exact spot where he’s bruised up from the needle. 

But it makes sense, right? 

He’s been here twenty days, more or less. Every couple of days, when he’s hungry enough, we bribe him with fish to get the pole on him, take blood or whatever else, and then he eats. 

No, WE don’t take his blood. I take his blood.

He thinks - and he’s fucking thinking, I know he is - that he only eats if we stick a needle in him.

I’m hurting a child.

I’m teaching a child to be hurt.

I’m not religious but this feels like the sort of thing you ask for forgiveness for, doesn’t it? I should call Maman and ask her who I could talk to. I’m going to call Maman or Baba tomorrow.

No I’m not.

What would I tell them I need to speak to someone about?

What if whoever I speak to calls and reports him, and Dr. L knows it was because of me?

I need to stop thinking about this. 

“No, NOT draw blood,” I said, and he whimpered again, held out his arm further, closer to me, tapped his elbow again. I knew he could still hurt me - their strength is prodigious, the first time we got him out of the tank he nearly pulled Dr. L down into the water with him - but I decided it was worth the risk. 

I kept thinking, he’s more scared of me than I am of him, but you know, of course he is. He’s the one with bruises.

I stretched my own arm out and showed it to him. He flinched back a little, and then leaned forward again, sitting in the little rolling tank that’s barely big enough to hold him. His blunt claws touched my arm, delicate as a feather, clicking as he poked at the sleeve of my sweater. 

“No draw blood,” I said. “Just fish. Eat.” I mimed chewing.

He looked at me and clicked twice, cocking his head, then looked at my candle from Miah, pointing at the ocean scene. “Ffff-sshhhh,” he said, muffled. 

“No, that’s a candle, it just has fish painted on it. Candle. Fire. Yes?”

Blank stare. 

Then, repeated, “Ffff-sssshhh.”

I sighed and pulled out my little lighter. I don’t smoke or anything, but I hate the way matches smell, so I have a lighter on me basically all the time. Plus, having lighters was a pretty good way to make friends back in undergrad when I gave a fuck about that. 

I flicked on the lighter, and the mer chirped, curiously. 

Has it never seen fire before?

Why would it, it lives in the ocean. Don’t be a dumbshit, Bahram.

“Fire,” I said, and held it out a little for a closer look. “Fire.” I tilted it and lit the candle, and the mer leaned forward, rapt, as the wick sparked up to flame and I blew the smaller flame on the lighter out. 

“FFfffff,” The mer said, barely audible. It clicked and held out its hand, and I wasn’t fast enough.

“No, wait stop-”

The mer’s fingertips touched the flame and it let out a deafening loud cry of pain and jerked its hand back down into the water, whimpering at the new kind of hurt, looking at me like it was MY fault, and maybe it was. Eyebrows furrowed, little crease in its forehead, big sad eyes. 

The big sad eyes are wrecking me.

“Well, don’t touch fire and you won’t burn,” I said, shaking my head. “No touch fire. Fire bad. Fire burn.”

He held out his hand to show me. “Ffff-rrrrr.” It was a plaintive little breath of air, not quite a real sound. 

The ends of two fingers were a little dark, that’s all. I could explain that by saying he’d hurt himself in the tank, maybe. I shook my head and pointed at the water, and it put its hand back in there, huffing a little breath of relief, I think. The water probably helped with the sting. 

“Right. Fire bad. No fire.”

“Ffff-rrr... buh-ddd.” 

“Right. Fire bad.” I stood up and walked over behind him, and he tried to turn and watch me but I shook my head and pointed back at the candle and he sort of huffed again and looked away. I felt him tense when my fingers touched the back of his head, but he sat still.

Probably because if he struggles when she goes to take the muzzle off or gets her fingers near his mouth, Dr. L has this electricity stick thing… 

I’m not supposed to mention that in the transcripts.

I’m not supposed to mention how he screams, and he doesn’t sound like a whale or an otter, then. He doesn’t sound like an animal.

He sounds like a child.

He IS a child

He’s just

I’m a fucking

No. I need to focus. This is stuff I can’t tell Dr. L, I need to write it down here where it’s safe.

The muzzle is easy to get off, you just need to be looking right at it, and I unbuckled and pulled it free, feeling a little resistance from how well it stuck to his face. Without it on, there are deep red lines along his cheeks and jaw, not open or bleeding, just irritated. 

He didn't grab at me, or bite. Just watched me with his big eyes as I laid it down on my desk. For a second we were both just quiet, looking at each other. 

Then he pointed at the candle again. “Ffff-sssshh.”

“No,” I said. “Candle. Fire.”

The mer’s eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, echoing what I did earlier. His hair slapped around. His teeth look like shark’s teeth up close, only there’s a lot less of them. “Nnnn-nnnuh,” He tried, shaking his head again.” Nnn-uh. Ffff-sssshhh.” Then he pointed at his mouth, opening wide, showing me the tongue behind his teeth. “Fffff-sssshhh. Ffff-ssshhh.”

I laughed, covering my mouth - he seems to be scared when we show too much teeth, probably in the ocean it’s a threat and they don’t smile like we do. Which, why would they? 

But, see, I realized that he wasn’t pointing at the candle at all, but at the fish painted on it. Then he moved to look at the bucket of fish he gets as a reward for obedience, and pointed at that, then looked back at me to see if I was paying attention.

Of course I was. I was barely fucking breathing. This is signs of abstract thought process, recognizing that the image of a thing isn’t the thing itself. That he can point at it to represent what he wants. “You want fish? Is that it? You’re hungry? Want to eat some fish?”

The mer blinked and made a sound like a chirp, clapped his hands together. “Rrrrr. Fff-sssshhh.” He pointed at his mouth again. “Ffff-ssshhh. Buh-rrrrmm. Ffffsshh.”

“What did you say?” I whispered. My heart went cold. I can’t describe it any other way.

“Buh-rrrrmmmm. Ffff-sssshh, Buh-rrrmm.”

The bloody thing knows my fucking name. 

He knows we have names and he knows mine and that means-... that means he has one, doesn’t it? If he has a name, if he has

I’m his fucking nightmare aren’t I 

I’m the worst fucking thing that could happen to him, me and Miah and Dr. L and Anders and this is a job but it’s the worst thing that’s happened to him and it’s only

It’s going to get worse for him.

He’s going to die here and he’ll know all our names when he does.

Anyway, so... you know... I brought him a bucket of fish.

What else was I supposed to do? 

He knows my name!

He let me put the muzzle on him again without fighting after he finished, and I got him back in the tank once the water was refreshed, and he’s sleeping off his meal now. I can see him on the feed, curled up inside the cave.

But I’m wide awake, so I thought I’d write this, because…

Because what the hell do I do now?

I can’t tell Miah.

Can I?

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@astrobly @burtlederp @finder-of-rings @slaintetowhump @moose-teeth @misspelledwitch @whumpfigure @whumptywhumpdump @boxboysandotherwhump @whumpywhumper

[weaselbeaselpants]

Shout Out to all the vegans who aren't insane. There's actually a lot of them out there

and I hope they're all having a nice day =)

To be honest, while I'm all for humane farmers (shameless promo for @dairyisntscary, they’re darling and I get to lookat cute cows when I see their blog) but if they made a milk substitute that doesn’t make me sick, I’d be all for quitting dairy. I’d still eat eggs though. My point being:

veganism is not inherently unhealthy, sickly, or even prompted JUST BECAUSE people want to help animals. Some people just honestly like the lifestyle. And good for them.

Vegans and vegetarians should not ever have to feel like they made the wrong decision or that they shouldn’t have meat+dairy eating friends. We can all coexist so long as we all fight cruelty to animals- the road to which is going to involve a LOT of trial and error (and 0 PeTA). The fact is some people (like me) can’t go vegan where other people can’t eat dairy or meat. You shouldn't badger people about the ‘right’ foods that will magically ‘fix’ them. No food does that. Let people live how they want if it isn’t hurting them or others. Don’t EVER shame indie farmers and rescuers for keeping and caring for the animals they love. Alternatively, it’s good to do research and not make blanket statements about how something “can’t be” cruel. ((Ex 1. Sheep don’t shed their wool. It needs to be shorn and most farmers in the US are good about this. Australia and New Zealand’s wool on the other hand? A LOT of abuse goes down there esp with genetically modified animals. Be wary of buying wool from Australia. Ex 2. For all the Joe Exotics and SeaWorld’s of the world, there are absolutely wonderful wildlife sanctuaries and zoos that need our support. Zoos are possibly the one inhumane form of animal husbandry that has evolved to be about the animals and not the people keeping them.)) I get mad for my stupid veggieSis and cool vegan friends when the arbitrary ‘good guy’ in this argument has to be the meat eater. I get mad at people hating Lisa for turning vegetarian in The Simpsons when the episode where she does so is so obviously critical of the meat industry. You guys deserve your representation.

You know what you also deserve? Literally anyone who’s not ThatVeganTeacher.

Katie Karen is the epitome of the worst possible kind of vegan and the reason actually sane vegans don’t feel comfortable sharing their diet/lifestyle. They know people will associate them with Katie. They’ve been hurt too many times by vegans like Katie who shame them for not being vegan “enough” or using her diet -their diet- to trash talk their culture, beliefs, and sexualities.

No nonJew has any right comparing meat industries to the holocaust. If something involving the treatment of animals speaks to the humanity in you; like it did for Robbyne Kaamil who wrote a song comparing her enslaved ancestors to Lolita the killer whale; make what you will. And yet it IS sick to proudly value animal’s lives over human rights. We are animals too and intelligent animals care for their own first a foremost ((elephants, dolphins, parrots, pigs, primates)) before we care for the animals around us. We should care about the animals too but people always come first.

Not that Katie cares about animals herself, fyi. Any decent dog or cat owner knows their pet can’t turn vegan with them. Raise a freakin’ pig if you want an animal to go vegan with you. Katie is abusing her dog, Bella, by forcing Bella to eat vegan food that she can’t digest because she’s a fucking dog. Bella should be taken away from Katie and given real dog food. She’s a carnivore.

One of the most disgusting things about Katie is her treatment of minors and people younger than her. I pray to god she’s lying about being a teacher because jeezus christ. That woman would make me hate myself if I were in Elementary school. She shouldn’t be allowed near children especially when she makes comments to teenagers like this:

Katie is a gatekeeper. Everything in her life has to be about her and her brand of veganism. She is a walking, talking PeTA advert. She makes life so much harder for vegans as well as Animal Right's Activists. She’s a living example to people who hate vegans why they think all vegans are bad and her call for veganism is ultimately all about her and not the feelings of anyone else.

I feel like this is an important post to make because any time there's this kind of discourse about creepy vegans or PeTA or whatever it HAS to invite some pos eating meat just to stick it to the big-bad vegan-crazies like Katie. You're doing nothing but adding more fuel to the fire and you need to be taken out of the arena. No one wants you here - farm-guy who thumbs up next to the cow carcass he's strung up and mutilated just so you can see a creepy vegan's reaction. You're creepy too.

Both avid meateaters and devout vegans have disturbing alt-right racist ties that are worth addressing BY the people who share their diet. They need to be taken down a peg and not just by people that'd hate them regardless of their politics. They need to be taken down by their contemporaries.

This post is for those vegans who are done with people like Katie and want to save her poor dog. I want more vegans coming out of the woodwork and roasting her with their vegan enchiladas- served with a tall glass of oat milk.

This is a vegan-friendly blog.

This also a kosher-friendly blog and vegetarian friendly blog. This is a being-a-decent-dog-owner-friendly blog. I am not irredeemable by respecting these people as well. I'm irredeemable if I support abuse, neglect, and bigotry, which is what Katie supports.

[real-fanta-sea]

Still taking kiss requests? 11 trikey would be cool with an od scare

wow it’s been a month? oops... anyway! Here comes your fic!

"mmmm hello handsome!!"

Usually, when the trailer door was kicked open, and Trevor stomped in, it wasn't at 2 in the afternoon, and Michael didn't stand by the sink in an embarrassingly pink apron, washing dishes. And it also didn't involve two giant plastic bags being tossed towards the kitchen while Trevor snickered and clapped his hands.

"oh my, how did you know I love it when you dress up like a french maid Mikey?"

Michael somehow found it incredibly hard to come up with a coherent answer, because T danced trough the room to slap his ass, snake his arms around him and lay a loud kiss on his neck. Instead of words, he just stabbed him with his signature 'I'll kill you' glare and fidgeted a little to shake Trevor off. It was hot inside the trailer already, and M didn't need another guy sweating into his tank top. To his surprise, the pressure T put on his back was gone in an instant, and when he turned around to find out why, he saw Trevor sitting on the table, drinking beer and checking him out with a predatory grin.

"Trevor I told you not to do that. People might see."

"Isn't it cute how afraid you are to be seen when the whole town hears you moan at night?"

Michael frowned and turned around to fish another dirty plate from the sink and scoff in disgust. When did he sign up to be a housewife? Behind his back, Trevor let out a mighty burp and threw the empty bottle across the whole room right to the open mouth of their new trash bin. When it broke with a satisfying crunch, he cheered and whooped like a teenager with his arms flying all around. It occurred to Michael he was, in fact, the only adult in the house capable of being a caretaker.

"What are you so happy about?"

Trevor opened up another beer and snickered.

"You won't believe it, Mikey. I was on the business trip as usual,"

"Uhuh..." Michael rinsed a plate, turned around and while drying it with a cloth, tuned out the sound and just watched Trevor spill beer while flapping his arms around and overact facial expressions as if he was a kid in a drama class.

"...and when I caressed him gently with my fists a couple of times, he agreed to give me a couple of packs for free!"

Still rubbing the plate, Michael just raised one curious eyebrow "Did you kill him?"

Trevor shifted and pointed the bottle to him so fast a couple of drops splashed out "What kind of animal do you take me for? Of course, I didn't kill him, but I sure took his marshmallows!"

"Wait a second, so those... things are full of marshmallows? What the fuck are we going to do with 100 bags of that crap???"

Trevor tapped his head with his index finger to articulate how stupid Michael just sounded to him. "What else do you want to do with food than eat it, Mikey?"

Michael just shot one dead glare to him and shook his head slowly.

"But I like how you're thinking; we could masturbate with them!"

"Trevor, that's disgusting..."

"Noooo try it! They are incredibly soft!"

"Stop it."

"And so runny when you heat them up! And if you are a good boy, I'd fill them with a very special cream for you..."

"T..."

"Michael, I love you, but you are one big fucking buzzkill, you know that?" Trevor slid down the table, finished the bottle and put it back into the crate. Stretching like a cat, he crossed the space between them and casually leaned against the counter next to Michael and tugged him into a half hug, leaving hand lower on his hip than Michael would have liked. He tried his best to look mad and sulking, glaring up into Trevor's grinning face.

"Aww look at those pretty lips pouting! Why don't we put them into good use..." Trevor leaned closer, and Michael slightly shivered when he felt T's hot breath full of beer and Redwoods on his lips. "...and have a challenge!"

"What?" Michael was utterly baffled. He was so damn ready for a forbidden daytime kiss, but all he could do at the moment was blink a couple of times and see Trevor pull away and laugh.

"Challenge, cupcake! To see how many of these bad boys you can fit into that pretty cockpit of yours."

"Trevor, you know I hate it when you call any part of my body a cockpit!"

"But you are not against stuffing it with marshmallows, are you?"

Michael threw the cloth he was holding to the full sink and immediately regretted the splash because the water would get behind the counter and he simply hated fixing that shit. He turned his frowned gaze to Trevor, who watched him with raised eyebrows and waited for round two of winding him up. There was no use going against Trevor who was determined to annoy him till M would give in. He might as well get it over with sooner than later.

"You know what? Fine. Let's fucking do this." Michael pointed an accusing finger and pushed it as close to Trevor's face as he could to see him cross-eyed and grin wider. "But just because you have a killer whale mouth doesn't mean you'll win!"

Michael stomped to the couch, threw his apron over the closest armrest and continued to the bathroom at the same pace, because why not taking advantage and getting his storage empty before the game begins? Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, Trevor decided to do the same, but in the sink right next to the washed dishes. Fucking A.

A lot of rustling and swearing later, Michael decided it was safe to return from his porcelain throne and fall back on the couch, scrutinizing Trevor's grin with suspicion and still wiping water off his hands. Trevor returned his gaze with lively flames in eyes and patted the open bag sitting on his lap.

"Ok Mikey, you start."

Michael's unimpressed gaze did not affect Trevor, determined to see his cheeks stuffed. Without a word, Michael reached into the open bag, snatched one marshmallow from the top and put it in his mouth. He almost let his angry act slip when he saw pink tip of Trevor's tongue wet his lips and then lick around the white foam as it disappeared in his mouth. Alright, he can do better than his boyfriend, can't he? The second marshmallow stuck to the inside of his cheek. And then third, fourth, fifth, tenth...

"yoo cunt fat in any mour, Miki? Yoo r a pushi!"

Michael felt a few drops of sweat roll down his temple - and instinctively frowned and balled his hands in fists. He knew he must have looked ridiculous with all the white foam sticking out his mouth, but for love of God, Michael couldn't let Trevor win, not with that smug expression he sported and with the bag almost empty, which meant just a couple of candies away from victory.

"jooosh ya waat, ya kanaaanian fek"

Fuck, his jaw hurt so fucking bad from keeping it forcibly open. It was precisely that kind of pain that woke him up in the night covered in a cold sweat after his brain gave him a dream about blowing a huge cock. Unpleasant and persistent. Michael exhaled through his nose, and while keeping eye contact with grinning Trevor, he slowly craned one hand into the almost empty bag.

Oh fuck!

Nothing could prepare Michael for the feeling of the soft, hot skin under his fingers and the impossibly wide shit-eating grin Trevor put on. It wasn't like Michael wouldn't expect T to cheat, or come up with a different kind of prank. Still, this oddly familiar thing hardening under his fingers literally took his breath away - and Michael shot up from the couch, wheezing, progressively getting more and more red as he stumbled against scarce furniture.

"Bwahahahaha, you should have seen your face, Mikey - I've never seen you more wide-eyed than now! One would think you're used to the feeling of my dick in your hand by now, baby, but thank you!"

Trevor let the rest of the laugh resonate and mix with the wheezing and choking.

"Mike? You can stop, I got it, you hate it... are you ok?"

In answer, Michael's eyes bulged out, and his face tinted blue.

"That's not funny, sugar..."

Trevor's face grew the most serious Michael had ever seen it when he quickly rounded him, hugged him from behind and pushed against Michael's ribs a couple of times with force M was sure was enough to finish him. Instead of crushing into his ribcage, the last blow loosened something within, and he just watched the cursed candy fly through the thick air and roll under the couch in a ball of saliva and dirt.

For a second, Michael could barely do anything else but take deep breaths and hang onto Trevor's arms that held him steady cautiously. However, he never was a man to put rage off, and with one quick movement, he turned around and slapped Trevor across his frightened face.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK, WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!"

"Mikey, it was just a prank, I didn't want to kill you!"

"REALLY? REALLY? YOU'VE WANTED TO KILL ME SINCE THE FIRST TIME YOU SAW ME YOU ANIMAL!"

Not even the visible hurt and a couple of tears on Trevor's face didn't stop him from going on with his rant. He paced towards the door as fast as possible and turned around to point a finger to T one more time.

"This is the last time I put up with your shenanigans, Trevor. I'm done with you; we're over, you hear me? OVER!"

"Michael! Wait!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Michael stomped out of the trailer and right into the unforgiving Sandy Shores sun, swiftly passing a bunch of half-dissolved marshmallows, and turned around in the middle of the road to gaze back at Trevor one last time.

"MIKEY!"

"TOO LATE, T! DO YOU THINK I'LL WAIT HERE FOR ANOTHER MURDER ATTEMPT? THAT I'LL KEEP SCRUBBING YOUR DIRTY DISHES AND WASHING YOUR DISGUSTING CLOTHES WHILE WAITING FOR YET ANOTHER KNIFE IN BETWEEN MY RIBS? NO! SO LONG, LOVE, AND FU..."

Whatever it was Michael wanted to say, it was completely drowned in the sound of screeching brakes and sighs of metal being deformed in an impact. Before the world switched off and he slowly slipped into comforting darkness, Michael heard a blood-chilling cry and the same voice calling his name, a voice he painfully needed to hear and hold onto like a lifeline.

*****************

Rhythmic Beeping. So loud. Droplets of fluid. Impossibly loud. And why is this light so damn white?

Michael had to blink a couple of times before his eyes decided to focus and adjust to the brightness in the room. He had no idea what the hell has happened to him, every part of his body switched on to let him know he was in a fucking lot of pain that was somehow numbed by whatever they put into the fluid dropping steadily into his IV. As a result, every muscle in his body vibrated in a very uncomfortable, subtle way, and it occurred to him it felt like that one time when they lived above a night club - a constant, low and very intruse mumble.

Moving his head around was near impossible - there was something around his neck, keeping it still. With a minor spike of anxiety, he decided to check whether his toes and fingers even respond. Good, he could feel the sheets rubbing against his moving feet, gentle creases in the bedsheet under one of his hands and... someone else's fingers under the other?

The hand twitched as if in sleep, and tightened its grip on his own. Somewhere near his bed, a familiar sleepy grunt echoed, and Michael's memory filled his vision with many pictures of lazy mornings in a small trailer bed, where the same sensation mixed with dust dancing in scarce sunrays and unexplainable peace.

"Michael..."

"T... Trevor..."

A rustle later, Michael could finally see the familiar face hover over him and block out most of the light. He looked 30 years older than he did last time Michael saw him, with his eyes red and weighted with huge dark bags. His hair was greasy again, and his stubble coloured salt and pepper from worry. Suddenly, Michael's eyes closed under the rediscovered sensation of Trevor's palm gently caressing his cheek.

"Mikey? Are you awake?"

Michael opened his eyes again to look into Trevor's, and tears he saw gathering in them were breaking his heart.

"Trevor..."

The sudden extra weight on Michael's body as Trevor jumped onto the bed and straddled him made him wince in pain.

"Oh my God, I was so afraid you'd..."

Trevor bit his lip and tried to stop the tears by taking a shaky breath. Then, as gentle as he could ever be, he leaned in and took Michael's head in both hands, and brushed his thumbs over his cheeks in tiny circles - a movement which Michael found oddly satisfying. Just as he closed his eyes and eased into the feeling again, familiar lips gently touched his forehead and stayed for longer than ever as if Trevor tried to channel everything he wasn't able to say trough the kiss.

"I almost lost you, Mikey..."

Trevor could not hold his tears in anymore, and just let them fall down onto Michael's face as he gently pressed his forehead against the very place his lips left a moment before.

"Please don't leave me, I can't... I can't live without you!"

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, love, can you forgive me?"

Michael wasn't sure Trevor heard or understood what he said - instead of answering, Trevor just collapsed sideways and squeezed him tight, sobbing into the white sheets. With all the strength left within him, Michael pulled him into a soft hug, and let his hand resting on Trevor's shoulder.

"T?"

"M?"

"Look, I... I'm sorry it had to end this way... I overreacted and got you worried sick, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

"No, I admit, it was stupid to put my dick in the bag. I apologize, Mikey... Are you still leaving me, though?"

Michael's grip on him tightened, seeking the heat and well-known frame against him.

"... No. I said stupid things in the heat of the moment, and now I regret I did. I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you coming back home with me?"

"I am, baby - as soon as I can. I love you, T, and I'm too tired to fight it..."

Trevor's head slowly rose from this shoulder, and he could see both surprise and relief on his face. He would give anything to keep that childlike expression on for longer. His own mouth curved into a slight, but warm smile.

"Let's seal the deal with the kiss, shall we?"

Trevor slowly climbed back upon him, and this time, Michael could feel a familiar kick of lust under his belly as T's ass grazed over the sensitive area. Trevor has never been this gentle with him before, and when he closed his eyes as their lips met, all he could think of was the first time he saw him standing by a lone plane and the way it felt to fall in love at first sight with him.

"Mmmm.... Mikey, careful with that, one more poke on my ass and I'll have to ride you right here."

"Shut up,"

There was no malice in Michael's voice for just a joy of having the old horny Trevor back along with the over-the-edge suggestive banter. The grin over the flushed face above him told him Trevor was more than glad he was back to his old self too.

"And put those pretty lips to work, sugar!"

T just snickered, planted the last brief kiss on his lips and disappeared under the whirlwind of sheets.

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If it’s not too much, can you please do yandere Hawks, Mirio & Gang Orca hcs? Thank you.

since you didn’t specify the gender I will go with female pronouns, enjoy it~

and a free general headcanon for those three, they are breeders and want children, Breeding kink and mating kink is very strong whit this men

yandere Hawks headcanons

ok, let’s start by saying that Hawks is another delusional Yandere, and his case is more serious than that of any other Yandere, due to his past and genetic conditions he suffers from delusional disorder

He must have suffered from this disorder due to a large amount of stress he has had to live throughout his life to not have real control over it because it was discovered at an early age and forced to be a hero by his parents

or it could also be due to loneliness, as I had said before, being discovered at an early age not only brought stress, it also brought loneliness, since he was separated from his parents, at that time he loved them and couldn’t think of living his life apart from them,  and forced to train tirelessly until he achieved the great potential he has now to be a great hero

At least his mental disorder is not as serious as MIrio or All Might, but it is still a problem and if he becomes obsessed with you, believe me, unless you are smarter and more skilled than him, you are screwed

He is a very skilled and trained person, an expert manipulator under the facade of a carefree dude and distracted person, do not be fooled easily, he can pretend to be an idiot but he is anything but that  

He is obsessive and fast worker, it will not take long to know everything about you, from where you live, your likes and dislikes, what you eat and even what you usually wear, Hawks could calmly know what kind of underwear you wear every day

Cheerfully there are three points that he has in his favor, first, a great charisma that serves to deceive those around him and with that this urban giant pigeon is  accompanied by a horde of fans, which will make it easier to him to take you to public dates where he will make his proposals which you will accept due to public pressure (his fans)

two, despite being a Yandere he is very stable and, incredibly, he isn’t a jealous person, yet he is selfish so he would never share you in bed with someone else, he would let other people (friends, family, and strangers) see you, flatter you and share time, (you could get to have a more or less normal relationship with him) with you but you will never have sex with someone other than him

and three, he really wants you to fall in love with him as he has fallen in love with you, that is his main objective, to be loved and have a family, he comes from a poor and dysfunctional family that at the slightest chance of making money, practically they sold him to the hero committee so that he became one, regardless of asking him if he wanted to or not, good thing that he wanted to be a hero and not being like his dad, and now that he moved away from his toxic parents denying them money he seeks to have a new family, this time one in which there is love and not greed

He has no plans to kidnap you and the truth is he will not need it, you will go and live with him on your own, after all, it is almost impossible for you to notice who he really is since he is a good actor, but be careful, thanks to all the training and living conditions he has had he can be apathetic, to all those who are not you, and he is basically a psychopath, to kill and disappear people/bodies is not a problem, he does not worry about corrupting himself or becoming a villain as long as you love him

Yandere MirioTogata headcanons

if you came to think that Hawks was clingy Mirio is even worse

He can be twice as obsessive and he gets very anxious when he doesn’t know where you are, although he doesn’t show it much because he has an image to keep, he is a stalker, always knowing where you are and what you do, he must do it for his mental health

He likes to spy on you in his spare time, at the academy, when you train, when you eat in the cafeteria, when you go out for a walk, in your house and his favorites, when you sleep, shower or change your clothes

He is just leaving adolescence which means that he is quite hormonal and emotional, he cannot stop his feelings for you or his sexual desires towards you

his case of delusional disorder is a bit more serious than Hawks is not only Erotomanic (he thinks you’re in love with him) is also accompanied by hallucinations

In the evenings he dreams of you and in the day he has hallucinations of you, they are usually auditory but if it comes to the case that they do not see you in a long time (you went on vacation or visiting a family member for a period of time) he can have visual hallucinations of you where you seduce him 

As I said before, physical contact is crucial for him, either as your friend or as your boyfriend you will not have personal space

He is a manipulator but he is too emotional, so it is easier to make him feel bad or lie to him and get certain freedoms with it, he can’t stand to see you cry and he loves spoiling you

He likes to cook, it is acceptable with homemade food but his specialty is desserts, he loves to cook desserts of different types and give them to you every day, he always mentions that they have a secret ingredient, and you will think, it is love, no, it’s his own cum with shredded sleeping pills

From the day he decides that he is in love with you and that you will be his darling, it is the same day that your body belongs to him and every night he will enjoy it while you are in a deep sleep due to the drugs he puts in desserts

although it may not seem like it, he is very violent with people who hurt you or make you feel bad, and although he has a heart of gold which prevents him from killing people, he compensates it with torture, breaking bones is his specialty

Yandere Gang Orca headcanons

This man, this great man, is a possessive being without exaggeration, but he is quite an alpha male and his enormous size supports him

Kuugo wants more than anything to have you by his side, take care of you and give you the world, after all a happy darling is a happy marriage

Yes, I said marriage, he is one of those Yandere guys who seek to marry you, make you his sweet wife and have a lot of children

Despite his questionable appearance that is a little scary for children and women, if he is given the opportunity, he proves to be a romantic and passionate being, he is incredibly good at speaking and with his deep voice it is very easy to him seduce you

Orca is possessive and somewhat jealous, not that much but still, even though he won’t lock you anywhere, orca first will try to make you fall in love and make you his wife with your consent, he will use other tactics like kidnapping if you reject him

He likes to go shopping with you and pamper you, every weekend there will be trips to the mall to buy you new things, if you’re a nice darling you will be very spoiled, especially lingerie since he usually always destroys it when you two have sex

He is not the type of man you can fool or disobey, he is not Hawks or Mirio, he knows what he does and how to play his cards and has no other mental problem beyond the terrible obsession he has with you, Orca is mostly Animal instinct

it must have been something in your scent, your height, because I doubt that you will be taller than him, or the fact that from the first time you met him you showed no sign of being afraid of his appearance, whatever it was He chose you as his mate, there is no way to escape from him

in exchange for the previous two, he will be able to harm you, he is strong and likes discipline, and although his punishments are not physical, they are more of the psychological type, he likes to bite until he draws blood, he does it more than anything when seeks to reproduce with you mostly when his ruts strikes 

Oh yes, he is a stallion, a breeder, all his body and attitude shout daddy, in fact, the best advice I can give you if you get to be under the hands of this man is that you are to act sweet and obey, call him daddy, he will tell you clearly from the beginning what he wants from you and the best thing is that you give it to him or you will suffer a long time in a dark room

killing is not a problem for him, nor is it killing your family and friends if necessary, he can give you better friends to those you had (most likely they are other pro heroes) and a better family (in which you would meet the role of the mother), he is an orca, and remember that orcas are also called killer whales

‘the orcas will prey on almost any animal they find in the sea, in the air over the water or along the coastline. To hunt, killer whales use their massive teeth' and in his case, all those who try to get away from you will become their prey, he is the best to disappear bodies, after all, what better way to disappear a body than to eat it  

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Kugo Sakamata as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca) x F!Reader

Summary: you guessed it. the title.

Warnings: Swearing, lil bitta angst

A/N:                   am. i. a. furry. now.         fuck.

I bring this up with a lot of the characters (Shirakumo, Inasa, etc) I’ve done so far, but Kugo is TALL. This sweet orca man is 202 cm or 6’6”!!!

Holy…

KUGO. NOT KEIGO. I haven’t done that blonde asshole and I’m gonna put it off as long as possible. i hate him

For starters, Kugo doesn’t exactly know how you even remotely enjoy his presence. He’s been told since he was a preschooler that he was different, creepy, a monster, and an outcast to society

Kugo keeps himself away from people whenever he can for that very reason

He doesn’t want children to be afraid of him, he hates the uneasy sidewise glances, people moving away from him out of intimidation on trains, buses, etc… 

So he stays in his office or his apartment to avoid it all

By some stroke of luck, you appeared out of nowhere, stole his heart, and never gave it back

Kugo is so smitten with you

You’re his angel, his siren, and his mermaid in the deep lonely sea he’d been floundering in for most of his adult life

Your love gives him a reason to hold his head up high on patrols because he has to keep the streets safe for you if not anyone else

Kugo is a good-natured and friendly guy! He has a very intimidating countenance, yes, but that doesn’t define his personality! He’s only menacing and ruthless when required, and the rest of the time he’s just a really tall and intimidating teddy bear

Honestly, how are people afraid of him when he’s a species of dolphin?

*hits the protecc button real hard*

Can anyone else hear him speaking in a german accent or is that just me?

Kugo, aware of his broadness and height, is very gentle with you

As self-conscious and aware as he is, he has accidentally rolled over on top of you during the night, hugged you until your back popped, and has given you a stinging slap on the back, but he never tries to hurt you on purpose

Your breasts (no matter the size) are like anemones are to a clownfish; a place where he feels safe and happy

They’re warm and soft and they smell nice too. The perfect haven.

Just… after a long day and several children crying upon seeing him, he really needed a hug

That being said, Kugo is a big ‘tough guy’ and will keep up the act until he literally can’t hold it in anymore and he needs you to hold his face to your chest for hours and stroke his smooth head 

An emotion-heavy relationship; if you’re not happy about something, please freaking tell him or he’ll lash out (with words), thinking you got sick of kissing a killer whale

“I knew you’d get tired of me, I fucking knew it! If you were just gonna fuck around with my heart, tell me so I can get unattached to you before you go! I love you! Sounds like some creepy shit coming from a killer whale, but you know what? I’ve spent too much of my stupid life thinking about those five-year-old shitheads that cry to their ‘normal human’ parents because ‘big scary’ whale guy is walking within a 7 meter radius! I am so fucking click click click click click click click click click click CLICK click click CLICK CLICK CLICK click!”

You: On the bed, crying, hugging a pillow to your chest and wishing you knew the orca language

Fights with the mighty Gang Orca are rough

You’re worried he’ll yell at you again if you try to make amends too early or be offended if you try too late

He’s worried you hate him for yelling at you, accusing you wrongly, and cursing your poor soul to high heaven in his rage 

The relationship could potentially fall apart if not immediately taken care of

He is a hero after all

Kugo doesn’t have the time to dwell on lost love or it could cost him his life in combat

Hey

Are you short?

Well you’re in luck! Kugo Sakagami is madly in love with you and he can twirl you around without batting an eye!

Are you tall?

Hah. Not as tall as him. Kugo is still gonna grab you by those lovely hips and set you on his shoulders so your plush thighs can surround his head in their warmth

Possible size kink?

People often give you odd stares when you drag your man out of the house for a stroll and some fresh air 

You’re dating that… thing?

You just glare at them and continue your conversation with Kugo, hand in hand as you lead him toward the subway station

One stride for him is about 2-5 steps for you (depending on your height) so you’ll definitely stay in shape!

He won’t mind carrying you around though, he likes to show off his strength

You are the most adorable and sweet being in the universe to him and he would do anything in his earthly power to see you smile and make you happy

👏BEACH👏DATES👏BEACH👏DATES👏

MASSIVE big spoon and very cuddly

He really likes it when you play with his hands

Kugo is not a good cook, he’s too big for small kitchen triangles, to begin with and he is designed to eat food raw anyway

He hates seafood

Kugo never gets cold, but can overheat/burn easily if he hasn’t had enough water

sTaY hYdRaTeD kUgO

I think he’d be a good dad. Can we add him to the list of good my hero dads? He’s a good boi

Kugo loves holding you; you could be cradled in his arms like a little baby, straddling his lap, arms around his neck and chin on his shoulder, etc. He likes feeling your comforting presence close to him whenever he can

His days off are the best

You two lay in bed all day, watch random stuff on TV (you could turn him into a weeb sooo easily), eat stuff, and cuddle

Idk guys, i think i like him now

Does that make me a furry?

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Shamelessly sending in a prompt 🤷‍♀️ Was listening to the new song “One Night Standards” and could totally see it as Emma talking to Killian (obviously the universe doesn’t want him to only be one night because she keeps running into the man EVERYWHERE) thanks so much for taking these prompts and being such an amazing inspiration for cs ff writers. hope all is well with you and yours! I’d imagine quarantine makes for some amazing baby cuddles ❤️🥰

@capthamm you are such a sweetheart! Thank you for this very, very sweet message. I don’t think I’m an inspiration to any CS writers, but it does mean a lot that you would say that! Thank you! And baby snuggles are pretty much the main thing getting me through each day, so I’m very grateful for them on top of so many other things 💕

I hope all is well with you as well. I hadn’t heard the song until you sent this in, and I think I may have ended up going in a slightly different direction than it. lol. I hope you enjoy!

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-/-

No.

Just no.

No, no, no, no.

Nope.

Nada.

A big fat no.

Absolutely not.

No way.

“Why do you look like you just ate a lemon?”

Emma turns on her stool to look at Mary Margaret next to her. Her hair is still perfectly coiffed, her makeup not having melted away, and it looks like she just got ready. Emma, however, can feel the sweat dripping down the back of her neck from all of the bodies in here and the summer air of New York seeping in, and she is probably as hot of a mess physically as she is emotionally. They’ve been here for an hour, maybe a little less, and in that time, Mary Margaret has been slowly sipping on one glass of wine while Emma downed two whiskey sours. Then again, Emma has always been more of a drinker than her, and her tolerance is higher.

None of that really matters, but if Emma ignores Mary Margaret for long enough, maybe the question will go away.

“Emma?”

Or not.

“I have no idea what my face looks like, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t look like I just ate a lemon.”

“Your lips are pursed and your nose is all scrunched up. That’s what you look like when you eat a lemon.”

“You spend too much time with me if you know what I look like then.”

Mary Margaret laughs next to her and takes another sip of the never-ending wine. “You have lived with me for six years. I pick up on things.”

Emma hums and taps her fingers against the bar top. Does she want another drink? Does she want to go dance? Does she want to go home?

Does she want to walk over to the guy who has been staring at her for the past ten minutes?

No, she reminds herself, no she does not.

That was a one-time thing, and she meant it when she said it as she was walking out his apartment door.

But then he walked into this bar fifteen minutes ago in the same pair of tight black jeans and a gray t-shirt, his hair very obviously carefully styled, and she got a small glance of his smile in the darkness of the bar.

Damn.

But no. She doesn’t do more than one-night. Not anymore, and he can look all she wants, she’s not going over there.

She’s not here for that anyways. It’s a Friday, she had a stressful week at work, and she just wanted to get a drink or two with her friends.

Ruby, however, has gone off, and they probably won’t be seeing her again until she sends them the information of the person she’s going home with.

“I will try not to look like I ate a lemon,” Emma promises with a smile. “Do you know where Ruby is?”

“She’s actually with Whale.”

“No,” Emma gasps, spinning around to scan the crowd. “Whale is here? And she’s with him? We’re letting her be with him? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I figured we’d let her have her fun for one night.”

Emma turns back around to gape at Mary Margaret. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever? Did David break up with you so you’ve lost your mind? What’s happening?”

She giggles and shrugs her shoulders. “I think David is going to propose. He – ”

“Another whiskey sour for you,” the bartender says, sliding a drink in front of her.“Oh, I didn’t order this.”

The guy nods his head toward the other end of the bar. “Jones sent it to you. I can tell him to fuck off if you want. There was something about it being a one-time thing, too, but I forgot.”

Jones.

Jones knows the bartender at her favorite bar. Great. That’s just great.

“Thanks,” Emma finally mumbles. “You don’t have to tell him to fuck off.”

“Damn. I was really hoping I got to do that.”

Emma laughs. Oh, she likes this new bartender. “Tell you what, you can tell him to fuck off. I’m not sending him a drink, though.”

He whistles. “You’re making my dreams come true tonight, lass.”

And then he’s walking away, and she’s left with an absolutely beaming Mary Margaret. “So,” Emma quickly says, “what makes you think he’s going to propose?”

She’s waved away. “Who sent you the drink?”

“No one.”

“It was obviously someone. Who was it?”

“You’ll be mad at me if I tell you.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret sighs, “a one-night stand?”

“Ruby is going to go home with Victor and you’re judging me for having a one-night stand?”

“I’m not judging. I would never judge. I’m simply trying to say that there’s nothing wrong with finding a genuine connection. It’s a great thing.”

Emma takes a sip of her new drink. “So, David? Proposing? Let’s talk about that.”

-/-

She sleeps with the guy again.

She doesn’t know how it happened, not really. One minute she’s talking to Mary Margaret about the possibility of David proposing, and then the next, Jones is somehow sitting next to her talking to them both. He knows David, apparently, and Emma thinks that just her luck.

She doesn’t need to know anything about him.

The only things she needs to know is that she’s attracted to him and that he’s not a serial killer.

Both are true.

At least, she hopes.

Because she went home with him again, but really, it’s going to be the last time.

One night. That’s the limit.

Even if it was two in this case.

-/-

David proposes to Mary Margaret two weeks later.

Emma gets to witness it all from her spot behind a tree where she’s holding a camera and document everything. She completely and totally feels like she’s going to get arrested for being a creep, but she doesn’t.

Instead she gets to watch two of her best friends get engaged. It’s not something she’s interested in, but the two of them deserve something like that.

She’s happy. For them at least.

Good people should have good things.

-/-

There’s a party at their apartment immediately afterward.

And because the world is out to get her, Killian Jones is there.

She lives in a city with millions of people, and yet this guy keeps showing up.

How is that possible?

Emma knows too much about him now, too. She knows his full name and that he’s a cop. She knows his preferred drink and that he’s friends with the new bartender, Will, because they live together.

It’s too much already.

“Swan,” he greets, sliding into her space so she gets a whiff of familiar cologne.

Great. She knows the cologne he wears now, too.

“Jones.”

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“Well, it is my apartment.”

Killian clicks his tongue. “I know.”

Heat rushes to her face, but she wills it away. This is not a man who she will let herself be bothered by even if he is constantly doing his best to bother her.

“How is it that I’d never heard of you before, love? You and David are obviously close, and he’s always telling stories. Why is the great Emma Swan a mystery?”

Emma turns to look at him and those stupid blue eyes she was so mesmerized by the first night. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Perhaps I would.”

And, really, the decisions she makes that night shouldn’t surprise her, not with the decisions she’s been making lately. Work has been stressful. She’s been looking for this guy for close to three months now, and she can’t find him. it would cover rent and bills and this new pair of boots she’s been looking at with money left over. Plus, she saw Neal last week. He was sitting in Granny’s with whoever he’s dating now, and she really did not need that when all she wanted was some onion rings.

So maybe it’s easier for her to keep falling back into bed with this guy she doesn’t know but knows well enough to know that he knows exactly how to push her to the edge with deft movements and careful words that send shivers down her spine.

And maybe, just maybe, if she doesn’t think about it too much, it won’t be a problem.

-/-

It’s a problem.

Emma’s been casually sleeping with Killian Jones for a month now.

It’s great. It really is. It’s fun and takes her mind off things, and God, it’s so damn good that sometimes she doesn’t believe it’s real. But it’s also too much because when she’s out celebrating finally finding her bounty, he’s there at the bar. He buys her drinks and dances with her, and she finds herself flirting with him more than someone who doesn’t care should.

He’s funny. There’s something about the way that he times his jokes and how they range between ridiculous and incredibly sexy, and Emma lets herself get lost in them so that she barely notices him mentioning that he has a brother or that he spent the formative of his life in England, which explains the accent that slips in and out. Mostly in, though, and she stupidly asks him questions about those years and about England and if everyone really does eat fish and chips all the time.

Killian asks her questions, too, ones about her job and her friends, and those she can answer. When it veers into talking about her family, she evades that by pressing up on her toes and sliding her lips over his, feeling the softness of his mouth mix with the rough scratch of his beard. This is easier, better, and really, they all have their pasts and their secrets. Neither of them needs to know when they don’t care if the other one is still in the apartment when they wake up the next morning.

-/-

Killian is making breakfast.

Emma can’t say anything about it, not when they’re in his apartment and not when she was the one who fell asleep before she could go home. And she especially cannot complain when, well, he’s making French toast, eggs, and bacon, and it’s been forever since she’s had a breakfast that was more than a protein shake or a smoothie as she was walking out her front door.

He makes some damn good French toast.

And it’s raining outside, some kind of awful September storm, and really, Emma could go home. She could borrow an umbrella or a rain jacket and rush out into the rain to pay a ridiculous amount for an Uber since the subway seems incredibly unappealing right now, but as the food settles in her stomach, the coffee warmly makes its way down her throat, and Killian puts Netflix on the TV, suddenly getting soaked to get home doesn’t seem appealing.

Plus, the blanket on the couch is made of the softest material she’s ever felt, Killian’s fingers are playing with the hair at the nape of her neck, which is pretty much her weakness, and she’s far too invested in this show to leave.

She has to find out what happens, obviously.

And one rainy day where Will is at Belle’s place so they’re alone and where she gets Chinese takeout for lunch at 6 PM can’t be that bad.

It’s just one day.

An anomaly in their relationship.

(Or lack of relationship, really.)

A one-time thing.

She won’t spend the night again, and she certainly won’t spend the day.

-/-

Killian has an entire stack of t-shirts in a drawer in her apartment, and Emma has absolutely no idea how that happened.

Well, no, okay.

She does.

She wore one home one time, some old thing that he got at a concert, and then a few weeks ago her shirt ripped in what Killian swears was an accidental result of him being a little too enthusiastic so she wore home a t-shirt from the Police Academy. But the others, he left here. She has never worn them. She would remember.

These are definitely shirts that he left here.

Because he’s stayed here.

Multiple times.

On accident, of course. Because it was too late to go home or the weather was bad again or because her apartment is closer to the police station than his is.

And sometimes he’ll get caught up talking to Mary Margaret when he’s trying to leave, but more often than not, David is here and they end up talking or drinking together as they joke about coworkers and their Captain and plan out David’s bachelor party which is apparently going to be a joint thing with Mary Margaret’s bachelorette party.

That was information to her.

While Killian isn’t David’s best man or anything, he ends up planning most of it with Emma since David’s brother is currently in California. And Killian helping to plan means that he is working with Emma on it, and that means that they get lunch and go to different bars for research purposes and spend far too much time looking for AIRBNB’s in different cities even though they know that will never happen because no one’s schedule ever matches up quite right.

They both decide there will be absolutely no gummies in the form of genitals, but that’s only after spending an entire night laughing after researching it and seeing all of the ridiculous things that people do.

But this is just for the wedding and for their friends. It won’t always be this way. It’ll be over, and then, well, they probably will be too.

-/-

Emma doesn’t bring a date to the wedding.

Killian doesn’t either.

Somewhere deep down in a place she’s not eager to explore, her heart and her stomach calm when she discovers that he’s here alone and that the only person he dances with all night is her.

“You know, I’m not really one for slow dancing,” she sighs as he takes her hand in his. “I don’t know how to do anything other than sway.”

His fingers tighten around hers while his other hand settles on her hip, warm and familiar and just right. “It’s easy, Swan. All you have to do is pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.”

“And that’s you?”

“Aye, love,” he smiles, lines forming around his eyes, “that’s me.”

They go home together that night.

Emma’s apartment is empty with David and Mary Margaret staying in a hotel before flying to Italy the next day, and Emma doesn’t even question when she and Killian share a cab back to her place. She doesn’t question when she kicks off her heels and he takes of his bowtie, leaving his shirt unbuttoned enough to show off dark patches of chest hair, so that they can stand in the kitchen eating cake they brought home while sharing a bottle of wine. Neither of them really got a chance to get more than a glass of champagne at the wedding, so while she’s pleasantly buzzed, she could easily sober up in an hour or two.

But in an hour or two, she’s sitting on her couch, her feet in Killian’s lap, and they’re talking about their exes. She doesn’t know how they got here. She doesn’t know what started the conversation, how it led to her hearing about how his first love died in an accident or her telling him an abridged version of all of the nasty, horrible ways Neal broke her.

She never needed to know about his exes.

She never needed to know about his past and all his scars.

He never needed to know about any of hers.

But now he does.

And now, somehow, she wants to know all of these things about him.

Now, somehow, she realizes that she already does know so much about him.

Emma knows the big things like what his family is like and stories from his childhood. She knows his romantic history and what he does for a living and why he decided to do that. She knows his goal to become a detective, and she knows that he’s constantly terrified of never being good enough.

She gets that. She feels the same way all the time.

Almost every day, really.

Though, if she really thinks about it, she’s never felt like she was never enough for Killian. Something about him makes it all feel comfortable in a way that she’s never felt before.

Emma has never been a woman who knows what true comfort with another person feels like, but maybe, just maybe, this is somehow it.

And maybe that’s because she knows the little things, too.

She knows how he likes his coffee in the same way that he knows how she likes hers. She knows how he eats his steak and how he doesn’t like onion rings, which she thinks is ridiculous. She knows that Killian always has on matching socks because he purposely only buys one type, and she knows that he gets his hair cut every four weeks without fail.

He always wears the socks when walking around at home, and she knows how his footsteps sound in different parts of her apartment as well as his.

Killian’s an early riser, almost always, and he’s ridiculously addicted to keeping up with his workout routine, which she absolutely hates. She takes care of herself, but she’s also someone who knows how to be lazy when the opportunity presents itself.

Killian Jones is very rarely lazy.

Except for sometimes at night when he watches videos on his phone or grabs one of the many books on his nightstand to read. He’s into mysteries and biographies of historical figures, and while Emma doesn’t think she’d ever be interested in any of his books, she listens when he talks and grumbles and complains about how something is going while she does research for work or quietly watches TV to not disturb him.

Disturbing him is a hard thing to do, but Emma does manage to do it. He says that she thrashes in bed and that her electric toothbrush is the loudest thing he’s ever heard, but that doesn’t keep him from getting her an extra one to keep at his place along with her preferred shampoo and conditioner.

She had to use his one time, and as much as she likes how Killian smells, she doesn’t want to smell like him. She had texted complaining about that, and the next time she was at his place, all of her things were there.

Emma didn’t even have to tell him what brands she uses,

The sound of his laugh is so familiar to her that she knows the different ones. There’s the one that’s small and frail, like he’s only laughing to be polite, and then another one where it’s fueled by disbelief and anger.

(She’s been on the receiving end of that a few times when they’ve argued.)

There’s the big laugh, that one that stems from his belly and makes his whole body shake with joy. It’s loud and kind of obnoxious, but Emma kind of loves it.

The one she loves most of all, however, is this gentle one that he shares with her when they’re in bed and the lights are turned off, all of the curtains closed, and blankets pulled up around them. He always looks so young then, like he’s twenty instead of thirty-two, and his smile is soft and kind and filled with a genuine joy that she keeps seeing more and more.

That laugh, this one that she only hears when her nose is brushing against his and his hand is drawing patterns on her bare back, is her favorite.

It’s the one she knows most of all.

It’s just for her, she tells herself, and well, she doesn’t intend on sharing.

Because she loves him.

The realization knocks her off her feet and sucker punches the air out of her lungs. She’s angry and pissed off at herself for letting it happen and so damn terrified of the feeling that she doesn’t know what to do with herself or her limbs or anything else. She doesn’t know what to do. She wants to grab her things and run, to cut off whatever this thing between them is, but the thought of that happening is a pain far worse than the realization that she loves someone again.

So Emma stays. She stays, and she keeps her life just the same. The thing is, it has changed so remarkably in the past eight months that she barely recognizes it. That’s not a bad thing, she realizes. It’s actually really, really good.

That realization doesn’t happen without several bottles of alcohol and Mary Margaret and Ruby having to calm her down and talk her up several different times when she starts to freak out. She needs all of that, needs that reassurance, and there are so many moments where she wonders when this is all going to end.

But then there’s that laugh, that one that’s just for her, and everything around her calms so that it’s just Emma and Killian and nothing and no one else.

Just her.

Just him.

Just them.

And somewhere down the line, years after that first night and the promises of it only being a one-time thing, Emma knows that she has never told a bigger lie in her life.

Because a one-time thing turned into absolutely everything.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Which crayon color is your favorite? Various ones. I don’t have any crayons and don’t feel like looking up the names. Do you like mac & cheese? Yeah. Do you think pandas are cute? ;3 Okay, that’s the 3rd panda question in the past couple surveys I’ve done. Like I said the first time, their eyes creep me out. It’s the same with killer whales. Do you eat meat? Yes. Have you gone Christmas shopping yet? No, I don’t start that until November. I should start sooner. I kinda want to start getting things here and there throughout the year when I see stuff instead of doing it all at the end.

Do you shop on Black Friday? Yeah, but I do it online. And most stores have sales like all month long, so.  What do you dip chicken nuggets in? Ranch. Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? No. Ever had that Deja-vu feeling? Yeah. So trippy. Ever won a spelling bee? I’ve never participated in one. Best room for a fireplace? The living room? Are you missing someone? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed. Have you ever / do you celebrate 420? Nope. Who last grabbed your ass? No one. Do you know anyone who's TOO conceited? Yes, actually. Who is the youngest in your family? In my immediate family? My younger brother. Do you go online everyday? Yes. Do you sleep in a bra? No. Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? One of them did. Were you jealous? Not at first. In fact, I actually kinda encouraged it. Hanging out with them and seeing them together started to get to me, though. Ever walked into the opposite sex's bathroom on accident? Yes. Can you suggest someone funny on Youtube? :) I think Peter Monn, who is a drama commentator, is pretty funny. Can you do a handstand? No. Sprite or Mtn Dew? Mountain Dew. Do you like reading? I love to read. Is there a light on in the room you're in? Yes. Do you ever lace your shoes upside down? Huh? Do you like Star Wars?! I do. Can you take the truth, no matter what it is? It can definitely be hard hearing and accepting some things. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. I’m always crying it feels like. Has anyone close to you ever been suicidal? Yes. Have you ever broken someone's heart and didn't care? I’ve broken someone’s heart according to them, but I certainly cared. It wasn’t a good feeling at all. What do you really believe is going to happen in 2012? Nothing happened, surprise, surprise. Are you nervous? Not at this current moment, but yeah about certain things. What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive. What kind of car do you WANT? *shrug* What color is your hairbrush? Rose gold. Did you eat breakfast this morning? I did. I’ve been having breakfast regularly for the past few months, which is an improvement because that’s a meal I generally skipped. Do you pay attention to how much you eat? Yes, because my weight is an issue. I’m too underweight and my doctors and family all are concerned about it. What are you listening to at this moment? An ASMR video. How long can you stand walking in heels for? I can’t at all. Are you wearing skinny jeans? No, I’m wearing lounge shorts. Who was your most recent call from? My mom. Would you pass a drug test? Yes. Have you ever watched someone die? :/ Yes. I was with my grandpa when he took his last breath.  What are your hobbies? Reading, surveys, coloring... Are you currently 'seeing' someone? Nope. There isn’t anyone I’m talking to or even interested in at the moment. It’s been a few years since the last time, actually. It’s hard for me to imagine finding that again. :/ Are you interested in serial killers and all that? From a psychological aspect. Are your feet small? Yeah. Do you have swagger? xD Nope. Are you wearing a hat? No. Has it snowed yet ?! It doesn’t snow here.  Do you trust people..? Trust isn’t so much the problem, it’s just I have a hard time opening up and expressing myself to others, even those I’m close to.  If you could move away right now, would you? Yes. My family and I would love to right now if we could. Who was the last person in your bedroom, besides you? My mom. What is the 10th picture in your phone/camera of? I don’t feel like checking. Do you watch The Office? Nope. Who is your loudest friend? I don’t have any friends. Are you friends with someone who's autistic? -- Have you ever talked on the phone for more than 5 hours? Not that long, but I actually used to talk on the phone for a few hours with my cousin or friends back in middle school and early part of high school. It shocks me because of how much I hate talking on the phone and have for so long now. Has anyone ever walked in on you having sex? I’m a virgin. Or are you a virgin? Yep. Have you ever had a Bic Mac? I just had my first one two days ago. It's good :) Yeah, many times. I like them as well. Ever heard of Steve the lawn mower guy? :) Nope. Do you own any stuffed animals? I own a shit ton of giraffe stuffed animals and few other kinds. Traffic light turns yellow. Speed up or slow down? Slow down. What's your favorite part about the holidays? Basically everything. I love that time of year. It’s almost timeeee. What are you best at when it comes to sports? Ha, absolutely nothing.

[codedredalert]

wolves of the sea -- [One Piece, daemon AU]

gen, oneshot | young Heart Pirates, Law & Shachi |  1956 words 

The shape of Shachi's soul settles as a killer whale and he's not okay with what that means. Law goes to talk him through it.

Ao3 + explanation note on daemons. One Piece daemon AU series tumblr tag. 

Warnings: daemon AU, young heart pirates, they aren’t pirates yet, the Law backstory novels have no power here, self-acceptance is hard, emotional hurt/comfort, some swearing

Law woke to Bepo weeping on his chest. A quick glance round told Law that they were in their secret base on Swallow Island, and no one else was there.

"Bepo," said Law with some struggle as his lungs were pressed down by Bepo's weight. "You're heavy."

"Boss!" cried Bepo joyfully. He hugged Law tightly and Law made an undignified 'herkk' noise as it became even harder for him to breathe.

Law's snow leopard daemon, Diana, jumped up on the bed. She flicked a pillow at Bepo's head for attention.

"Give him space," she ordered. Bepo withdrew, still sobbing.

"You nearly died!" wailed Bepo. The distress was obvious in the polar bear mink’s voice even as he let go of Law. "You were underwater for so long because we had to fight off those slavers first. We all dived in to save you as soon as we could, but—"

The rest of his subordinates were nowhere to be seen. Law's heartbeat sped up as his mind went straight to the worst possibilities— they were captured by the slavers, they were separated and lost at sea, they were injured—

"What happened to Shachi and Penguin?" demanded Law.

"They—" started Bepo, and right on cue, the door opened. A shivering Penguin stepped in and closed the door after his little penguin daemon.

"I'm—" Penguin gave a violent shudder from the temperature difference. "—gah. I’m back.”

Seeing Penguin, relatively calm, put Law at ease somewhat. That was two out of three accounted for, and Penguin was closest to Shachi, he wouldn't be this calm if anything bad had happened to the redhead. Still, seeing Penguin alone was unsettling because the two of them were nearly inseparable.

"Where's Shachi?" asked Law.

Penguin sighed, pushing his short hair back under his hat.

"He’s out on the pier." Penguin started gathering things— blankets, towels, food.

Law frowned. It was the dead of winter, and from the light coming in the windows, sunset would come soon. Shachi would be in salt-water soaked coveralls out on the wind-exposed pier in below-zero weather. Shachi grew up in the North Blue, he knew the cold was deadly, he wouldn't do something so stupid without a reason.

"... Why?" asked Law.

Penguin shifted uncomfortably. He tried to disguise the movement by packing the things he gathered and shaking the bag.

“He asked me not to say," confessed Penguin. Law's eyes narrowed in the slightest of glares.

"If he's risking death by cold exposure, he must have a good reason." Law pushed down the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Diana hopped off the bed. She stretched and Penguin's daemon scuttled between his legs to hide.

Penguin packed the bag faster but Law was already standing.

"He isn’t able to come back," deduced Law. Diana was crouched, as if hunting Penguin's daemon. "But he isn't injured or you would insist I go no matter what Shachi says. So, his daemon must have settled."

Bepo nodded and put his chin on the edge of the bed.

"His daemon settled and she's waterbound,” confirmed Bepo.

"Bepo!" hissed Penguin. Bepo turned and bared his teeth at Penguin.

"Shachi can't hide it from Boss! It isn't right, Boss will worry! And everyone will find out eventually."

Penguin glowered but couldn't refute Bepo's point. Law nodded, more to himself than anything. If the daemon had a waterbound form, the distance-limited bond between a person and their daemon would keep Shachi close to the water.

"Yeah, okay. Fine." Penguin threw a pack of biscuits into the bag with more force than strictly necessary. "Shachi's daemon is waterbound. I was just coming back for supplies to pass to him." Penguin raised an insulated flask of hot chocolate demonstratively.

Law nodded again. He held a hand out for Penguin to give him the flask.

"I'll take it to him," said Law in a voice that left no room for argument.

===/\===

Bepo and Penguin had set Shachi up in a little tent. It rose from the end of the pier, a lonely triangle of off-white canvass, buffeted by the ocean winds. Law found Shachi sitting in the tent with one flap raised so he could look out over the water.

When Law stepped into view with thermos in hand, Shachi looked up at him and then deliberately looked away. In the distance, there was a loud spout of breath and spray, a massive black shape briefly coming to the surface of the dreary grey water.

"Boss," said Shachi softly. "You shouldn’t have."

Law kicked the flap of the tent open wider.

"Take it," he said, handing the thermos to Shachi. He did, and Law ducked into the tent to settle into a cross-legged seat beside Shachi. Their knees touched, just barely. Diana squeezed into the corner of the tent and laid her head in the joint of Law’s hip. Law took the backpack off and started unpacking, handing Shachi items to place wherever he wished.

"'M gonna kick Penguin’s ass," sighed Shachi, once the bag was emptied and folded in Law’s lap. "Told him not to tell you."

"He didn’t. I figured it out."

Shachi made a frustrated noise and flopped onto his back, staring up at the canvas of the tent meeting in a single point. He inhaled deeply and sighed.

"Aren't you gonna ask," Shachi said more than asked, sounding more tired than in all the time Law had known him. "What Serilde settled as."

"Do you want me to?"

"No." Shachi's voice hitched and Law pretended not to notice. "But we gotta get this over with eventually, right?"

Law looked out over the grey waters, but the dark shape didn't surface again.

“What is she?” he asked.

Shachi took a shaking breath.

"Killer whale," he confessed, and then waited in dread for Law's judgment to fall. Law considered this, considered the shape of his subordinate's soul and the circumstances which must have decided that this is who Shachi is.

"Thanks," concluded Law.

There was a long pause, then Shachi bolted upright, hat falling off and hazel eyes wide. He struggled for a moment, various thoughts and words fighting to be said first before he settled for blurting out a simple "What?"

“It was to save me and Diana right?" Law shrugged. Bepo's tears of relief and 'you nearly died, you were underwater for so long' still rang in his mind. "Thanks.”

“Oh," said Shachi, looking baffled. "Oh. Uh, yeah. I guess. Don’ mention it…" he trailed off into a mumble. There was another pause between them. Shachi picked up his fallen hat and wrung it, crumpling and turning and opening it up again. The material made a 'thwap' sound when he snapped it out straight, like the tent.

"Y'know they're sadists?" Shachi asked lowly. "They maim sharks and terrorise whales for fun. And they eat leopard seals. And penguins. And— haha— ain't that just you and Peng?"

"What's your point?" asked Law.

Shachi exhaled through closed teeth and abandoned his hat to scratch his head with both hands. His red hair stuck up every which way.

"Boss. I just gotta mean streak to me, a'ight?" He refused to look remotely in Law's direction. "Always did. Can we just— not pretend that I don't?"

"When we met, you were beating up Bepo and when I stopped you, you tried to assault me with a knife while I was seemingly unarmed," Law pointed out flatly. "Is that the only problem?"

"No! I— I can't ever live on land again."

"If that's the shape your soul settled as, it's what's right for you."

"Easy for you to say, I can't hug her anymore!" Shachi ran his hands through his hair again, increasingly agitated.

"You can," refuted Law, keeping his voice low and steady. "And in warmer waters, you can spend hours in the water without any risk."

"AARGH!" Shachi whirled round and took two fistfuls of Law's coat, hauled him closer. There were wet tear-streaks down Shachi's face and he was shaking, teeth bared. "JUST SHUT UP! Shut up! Stop being so damn reasonable! I just. Just let me have this, okay? It sucks she's waterbound. It sucks I'm the kind of person who's got a nasty daemon shape. It sucks that you and Peng and Bepo are being so damned nice about it so if I take it out on you guys I'm only gonna feel like more of an asshole and a loser but I wanna punch you in the face right now anyway! I just—"

Law grabbed Shachi's shoulder with one hand, the back of Shachi's head with another, and pulled him into a hug. Shachi made a surprised noise next to Law's ear.

"If you punch me, I'll punch you back," warned Law.

"You. I don’t—" Shachi struggled a bit, the twist of his body awkward and his arms now trapped between their bodies. His hold on Law's coat weakened, then he let go all at once, head falling to Law's shoulder, hands coming up to weakly rest on Law's back. Law patted Shachi's shoulder and tried not to think of now-dead orphans and a crying younger sister.

"You'll be fine," said Law, voice matter-of-fact. He thought of Diana apologising for settling as a snow leopard in that treasure chest on Minion Island. Now, he couldn't imagine her as anything else. "Change and loss and growing up are hard. But you'll make it through."

"Shut up, Boss," said Shachi into Law's shoulder, the words muffled. "You're gonna make me cry."

"If you want."

Shachi laughed a defeated laugh. He let go of Law and flopped down on the ground, covering his face with his hands.

"Damn. Aren't you younger than me? Why you gotta be all wise and shit on top of the smarts and the cool fighting skills? I can't keep up."

"That's why I'm the boss," quipped Law and Shachi gave a tired, obligatory chuckle.

"Yeah." He took a deep breath which shuddered a little at the end, breathed out again. "So, what now, Boss?"

"Get a boat," said Law instantly, even though the thought gave him pause. He had planned on telling them eventually, to hold his open hand out to his three subordinates again and ask if they would come with him on a near-hopeless journey of revenge. He'd been putting it off because he needed more time anyway, to study and earn enough for travel supplies. (If he was honest, he was also putting it off because he was scared of them saying no, and scared of them saying yes, an impossible conundrum.)

"I have a plan to steal a fishing boat, forge the papers and sell it off to upgrade to a proper ship— maybe a small sloop," continued Law smoothly as Diana stepped back into the tent, and gave Law a gentle headbutt to the chest. He shifted and made space for her to lie down again. "Nothing too heavy, because I don't want injuries. You could also..."

Law trailed off, unsure of how to phrase the delicate balance of keeping this a suggestion for Shachi to do on his own, or to lightly offer for Shachi to come along.

"Steal a boat… so, like, you want us to straight up go be pirates?" asked Shachi.

Something in Law's chest pulled at how easily Shachi said "us"— something like fear and the memory of Cora-san weeping on his behalf.

"… Yeah," answered Law. "I was planning for just myself, though."

"Aw, hell no. Where would I get a boat on my own? It's a great idea, you're stuck with me now," insisted Shachi with a hesitant grin, wiping away his tears. He bumped a fist against Law's knee. "Let's go be pirates, Boss."

 .

( More from this series on Ao3 | daemon AU series on tumblr )

[thenixkat]

Animorphs notes: Megamorphs 2

Megamorphs 2

Marco 1

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

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

Marco uses humor to cope

Rainy day

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

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

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

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

How exactly do these guys plan on rescuing people?

Cassie 1

Everybody morphs dolphin

They find the sub

Jake 1

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

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

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

The writter makes a comment on war and nukes

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

Rachel 1

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

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

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

Rachel watches the Magic Schoolbus

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

Ax is smug about those not being whales

Tobias 1

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

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

This is causing me pain

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

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

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

Random ass gulper eel dolphin sea monster

Rachel decides that morphing is the best idea in the stomach

Tobias morphs too

Jake 2

Ax doesnt get to have a turn yet what a surprise

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

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

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

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

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

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

They are almost there in realizing what happened

Cassie 2

Still no fucking Ax narration

THESE KIDS ARE REALLY FUCKING DUMB

Sauropods did not leave elephant like foot prints. At all

Nope not figured it out yet

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

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

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

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

They finally figured it out

I see we have movie monster Tyrannosaurs

Rachel 2

Wow Ax really doesnt have any rights does he?

...that’s not how anatomy

Bears are not herder to digest than dolphins

This is hurting ,me

Tobias everything you said aside from the hadrosaurs was pure bullshit

Rachel thinks the dinosaur angle is rediculous

Tobias 2

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

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

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

Grass doesnt exist in this time period

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

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

Marco 2

Ax doesnt get to narrate I guess

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

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

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

Ax 1

Yeaaaah Ax vs Tyrannosaur should not end in victory for Ax

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

Ax is fucking shook that worked

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel 3

Grass still doesnt exist yet

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

Rachel suggests that Tobias morph human, even perminatly

He is very shit at morphing 

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

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

In what fucking world does that description matach a triceratops

Also deinonychus, not around at the end of the cretaceous

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

Naked ass ones at that

Them going after them at least makes sense

Cassie 3

Camping and eating tyrannosaur meat

Gonna sleep in shifts

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

Tobias 3

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

Tobias and Rachel split up

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

Tobias drops on one and aquires it

Tobias 4?

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

Tobias lost control of the morph and will probably attack Rachel

Jake 3

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

Stampede

And a nother tyrannosaur

Jake trips and falls when it matters most

Rachel 4

Tobias is really serious about not identifying as human

Rachel tries to reach him over smashing the lead raptor

Jake 4

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

Jake aquires the thing and starts morphing imediately

That tyrannosaur broke its fucking tail

Everyone aquires the injured dinosaur

Marco 3

Marcos not happy and everyone misses Rachel

More travel

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

Did Ax just say he can see ultraviolet and infrared

They find an alien city

Tobias 5

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

Neither of them are healing their injuries for no good reason

Ew, Tobias gross.

Rachel has a raptor morph now

Rachel isn’t a coherent person when hrungy and tired

Why are there coconut trees? They dont exist yet

Rachel eats a not coconut

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

Tobias metally calls Rachel stupid

Rachel 5

This is really fucking poorly reserched

And lo an alien:

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

bushes.

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

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

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

carrying a weapon.

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

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

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

The alien calls dibs on the dinosaurs and speaks Fucking English

The nesk

The nesk is a pile of antlike creatures

Anmd really Rachel just fucking escalate things to outright violence

Cassie 4

Cassie suggests that they just go see who the aliens are

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

The alien city:

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

The aliens themselves:

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

Crab people

TRhe kids are attacked by naked pterosaurs

Tobias 6

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

The ship:

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

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

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

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

pyramid, long end forward.

The nesk herd Rachel and Tobias away from their claimed territory

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

Jake 5

Daring mid air antics and the team is reunited

Also a force field wich is smart\

Ax is tired of having to be the info guy

At least its not a killer forcefield like the kind that yeerks use

The mercora introduce themselves

Ax 2

Ax and his andalite bullshit

More of the mercora:

There were three of the creatures. They moved upon seven legs. Four on

one side, three on the other. To make matters worse, the four

legs were larger than the three. So they scuttled sideways in the

direction of the small legs.

They stood about half the height of a tall human, and seven or eight

feet wide.

On the side with the four big legs, there was a sort of three-way pincer

claw. It looked very powerful. It looked like the sort of thing I would

not want to have to fight against.

On the other side, the weak side, there were two arms similar to my own,

but even stronger than human arms. The arms ended in long, tapered,

delicate fingers.

There were a lot of eyes. They kept opening and shutting, one or two or

three at a time. They were each hidden beneath tiny trap doors in the

Mercora's exoskeleton or shell. Eyes were forever appearing and

disappearing. It was very, very distracting.

Which is a cool design

They talk in thought speak

Just b/c humans in the future don’t know about the mercora doesnt mean they left or were destroy you dumb fucks

Marco 4

The mercora healed Tobias, gave everyone food, a place to stay and even offered to make them soem clothes

The crabs wear clothing or at least make it

And they have force field furniture

Also that’s not how broccli works

Marco makes a vore joke about the mecora

Really Cassie?

The mercora are herbivores

All you have is the mecoras’ word on that and they are in direct conflict with the nesk 

And so what if they’re scavengers?

Very rarely but sometimes Cassie has a valid point

Ax 3

Ax is still kinda specist

Hmm I wonder why the mercora aprove? Its not like they can have an alterior motive here

And the mercora are going to help

Ax is very lonely in genera;

Cassie 5

The writers are fucking awesomebros

And they can’t control the morphs

Cassie gets wounded by a ceratopsian

Jake 6 

What? We were just with Cassie oh forget it

Jake is suicidally confidant that Cassie wouldn’t eat him

Apparently Jake is right

Cassie freaks out

Ax 3

Tobias keeps being wrong.

The nesk have thought speak detectors

Tobias 7

They group steal an explosive and destroy the nesk ships

Rachel 6

The nesk retaliate very effectively

Ax calls for back up 

TRachel throws herself around to draw away fire from the others

The mercora attempt a rescue and loose a ship

Culture:

The Mercora saucer picked us up, us and our little nuke. But they were a

grim, depressed bunch of aliens. It was hard to tell at first. But then

I noticed that each of them was minus one of their smaller legs. There

were just oozing stumps.

"What happened to your legs?" I asked. But even as the words were out of

my mouth, I saw the limbs in the corner. They were laid out on a

brightly colored cloth which was draped over a shelf. There was

something ceremonial about it. Almost religious.

<Can you explain the meaning of this?> Ax asked politely.

<We must make the sacrifice of pain. The legs will regenerate, but those

we honor will not,> the Mercora pilot said. <This is a symbol. It speaks

to our spirit's pain, by echoing it in physical pain.>

"They did this for the Mercora who were in the other ship?" Jake asked.

<For those who were in both ships,> the pilot said. <To be killed is a

sadness. To kill is a sin.>

Jake says the they owe the mercora for saving them

Fuck you Tobias

Tobias 8

Tobias this is premeditated murder

The nesk have decided to leave the earth

The mercora claim that the nesk altered the path of the meteor

They want to use the bomb to save themselves

Cassie 6

Fuck you Tobias

You need to be held accountable for this shit

Its almost like the vast majority of things to ever live never leave any fucking fossils you nit

This bastard is really trying to justify himself like this is anyway defensible

Fuck you Tobias, you get to join Cassie and Jake in the bin of fucking terrible people

Jake 7

Oh what you little bitch babies can’t handle the consequences?

Tobias deserves his unhappines and eventual death

Cassie 7

Cassie at least decides to bear witness to their crime

CVassie saw the time pass

No good reason given why they can’t retain those morphs

Tobias needs to pay for his shit

[dracula-in-purple-story]

Pride Month 3/3 [BONUS]

Pride Race is almost dunzo!

Author’s Note : All of this is ENTIRELY NON-CANON. I’m still working on my writing skills. Thank You and Enjoy, hopefully.

Hachi is going to admit, Pride Race is definitely fun. With all those games there are going to happen once in a lifetime, he’s going to miss it so much. 

The Obstacle Race is a wild one. Tres running through the course with traps activated once a few second, Marina planned a total chaotic plan with the underground participants; Huit panicked through her course with limited dirt.

~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean we are the last one out, you little...” 

“Calm down, Miss Hime.” Marie smirked as she gestured towards the other teams who finished the maze, “If only your team is fast enough to figured out the route, maybe you would come here first.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Musical Maze, a total brain explosion. They took a lot of time figuring out the entrance, especially with all different music is playing around them. Pearl accidentally triggered a trap switch, making a piano piece to appear on the wall. If it wasn’t for Marina to press the right key, who knows what happen? When it was designed by Marie Cuttlefish herself.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Erm...A4?” Huit pressed the box on the provided gadget. Few seconds, the cannon right behind her shot off to the other side of the wall in front of her. One loud boom and her desired box was ticked as correct. 

“Yes!...Uh oh.”

~~~~~~~~~~

He never did miss Battleship. Not one bit. Playing as a ship piece in the middle of the sea is definitely not what he would like at all. Sei, that lovable sadistic, had the nerve to laugh it off when Hachi got blasted off from an opponents’ cannon ball. They make up and kissed afterwards.

~~~~~~~~~~

Tres chewed as she tried not making faces. She got to admit, she want to drink at least few drops of water but she can’t risk it. Not when her unlucky teammates got eliminated by eating... those dishes. 

“Coddamn it, Callie.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Spicy Food Test is the best! He never knew the surface would offer so much food, from different country too! The best one he love the most would be Monster Meaty Burger from Coralphin, a country he know only from the travel article that they have the most dangerous animals contained. If only he have a passport to travel.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you guys ready for the last game of the week?!” Fior screamed enthusiastically in the microphone. Groups of both participants and audience cheered and shouted loudly. 

It’s finally the last game of the event. Teams are getting restless, especially when they don’t know about how much points they earned. They got too immersed into the games that they forgot to count them.

Hachi is very nervous. He knew he should be. So are the rest of Team Cephahook. The last game is quite weird in all ways. Why his tiny gremlin girlfriend would ask all the teams to wait until seven o’clock in the night, separate them into this gigantic stage, a huge box just sitting right beside where they stand, and wear a thermal goggle. He doesn’t understand until he turned to look through the box, “Oh no... she didn’t!”

“Participants!” Fior’s booming voice came out of the speakers. “Please don’t attempt to take off your thermal goggles. Looking at you there, Tressy love!”

Hachi is sweating a lot. He don’t want to know that this is true. They can’t be this cruel, would th-

“Today, we are going to play Balloon Kart Race!”

They can be this cruel, Hachi dreaded as the box started to lifted up to reveal a kart and three balloons attached to the back. Sei and Fior are, after all, behind the design of a freaking Bloblobber and its Deco counterpart.

“If you guys play the classic Mario Kart games, you definitely know how to play this! If you do not know about them, let me broadcast you the basic rules!”

Suddenly, the goggles were switched to a blank screen, leading to his lovers and Squid Sisters appeared. 

“Balloon Kart Race is a type of game mode in the Mario Kart. Basically, you drive your Go-Kart around until you spot a person. And then, bring out the big guns we install beside your seats and aim for the balloons! Pop all three balloons to ensure total elimination! Points would be given for that.” 

“Remember those extra special goggles we designed for you guys? Not only they can showcase your team points and rankings, they are also there to hindered your eyesight to identify foes and friends alike! Good luck!” Sei chuckled as the screen switched back to the normal ones. 

Hachi grimaced as he mounted on his Kart. Did he mention he was bad at this game? “I’m going to deny affection from them if it’s the last thing I do.” he falsely swear it before the speaker blast the Mario Kart Race Start Intro, seemly to mocked him.

Hachi twitched irritatingly as he drive through the place. First thing first, he’s going to avoid all people as fast as possible. He don’t know how to aim to save his life. Luckily, the ladies of his life are not called the Queen of War and Dead Splat for nothing.

“Wowie! Tres Perdere from Team Cephahook managed to eliminated Madam Spikers and Lady Susan from Team Sun Spark!” Callie enthusiastically announced. From Hachi’s goggles, his team moves to the top of the ranking.

“On the other side, Huit, from Team Cephahook too, totally lives on her name, Dead Splat! Mercilessly annihilated Bella Smith from Team Smith Cousins in one shot!” Marie continued, “Looks like this cause a commotion to all her cousins. They are shooting everywhere!”

Right after she said that, he heard shooting right behind him. “Holy Zapfish, please have mercy on me...” Hachi prayed as he pressed on the accelerator hard to its limit for maximum speed. 

It happened so fast. One minute he’s debating whether or not should he avoid the Kart completely and the next thing he knew, he crashed into another Kart. Balloons are popping everywhere and he didn’t care anymore as he pressed his gun button.

~~~~~~~~~~

“This is going haywire!” Fior exclaimed, “Due to Team Smith Cousins’ frantic shooting, so many teams have been wiped out by either their foes or friends! We have three surviving teams that had yet to be annihilate!”

The big screen in the Audience Area showcase the teams that have survived so far. Team Coral Royalty with their lesbian sea anemone and straight ally inkling, Team Biter Bikes with their panromantic killer whale, and lastly, Team Cephahook with their asexual inkling.

Hachi is a little bit worried, no, scratch that. He’s freaking worried. Not about Tres’ skills but her current situation. One balloon. She was known to rushed into the battlefield without a decent plan. The other teams have either two or one balloons left. The map shows they are close to each other, too close for comfort. He believes in her. His team too, especially Huit who looked up at her.

“Ooh! That’s a sad elimination for Yuuto Akabane from Team Coral Royalty! His teammate popped his balloons without realising!” Sei announced as he continued smiling all wide. “And look what we have over there!” 

The screen quickly relocate its focus to the centre of the stage. Tres is racing in circle along with the Biter Bikes killer whale. “They are not shooting at each other but... they are talking?” Hachi jaw dropped. Their badass girlfriend, terrorise anyone and even her teammates, is not attacking?

~~~~~~~~~~

“Listen, kid.” the panromantic killer whale demanded the inkling girl who almost pressed her gun button. “We only have one balloon each. Thea have two. What do you say, girl? Gang up on her and pop her balloons.”

“What do I gain from this?” Tres squinted at him, distrust in her eyes.

“I act as a decoy. Probably would get pop as a result.”

“You don’t want to win?” 

“I want to win but... that sea cow pushed me in our second day.”

“Okay, don’t back out unless you are being a sea chicken.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Suddenly, those two competitor dispersed into different ways. Unless the twins are being paranoid, he noticed Tres is smirking devilishly. 

“Oh no...” Huit trembled. Even their lovers on stage either gulped or sweated heavily. Hachi wiped his sweat on the forehead before muttering out, “She’s on rampage mode.”

Marina widened her eyes in shock before watching the screen. Pearl is not fazed at all. “Great! That would make our victory much more quicker! It’s totes obvious!” She grinned widely.

Thea Wallace from Team Coral Royalty have no idea what’s gonna happen as she encountered Shafi Rijaya from Team Biter Bikes. She’s aiming and shooting at him like crazy. As it goes on, dodging bullets and shooting balloons, Tres flew out from their left side, literally Kart flying, aim and shoot Thea’s balloons, and landed. After she saw Shafi’s balloon haven’t popped yet, she did the honor.

“Would you look at that, folks! Tres Perdere, Queen of War and previously known as Monster Rookie, pulled off that sick stunt! Isn't that amazing, Marie?” Callie squealed while jumping around in excitement. Marie fawned beside her, speechless beyond words.

“We would take that as a yes, Marie!” Fior butted in while watched the recording of her badass girlfriend doing that cool stunt again and again, with Erek and Sei beside her. The crowd were roaring and chanting Tres’ name over and over again. 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Do you think we would win?” Huit nervously asked. It’s the final day of Pride Race, the result day. Yesterday, her lovers were discussing and calculating the points with the Squid Sisters in the living room intensely, nodding or shaking their heads in the middle of it.

Pearl, as confident as usual, snorted as she glanced up to her figurative daughter. “Why don’t you relax a bit? The results have no set time, you know?” 

“But Mama! I don’t want to lose.”

“Neither did I. That’s why we are going to relax! Because there’s no way we lose!”

“Okay... Big Brother, Tres? Where do we start first?”

Audience, fans and participants are buzzing around excitingly. The stands around them are full with delicious junk food, thirst-quenching drinks, fun mini games and small stage to promote albums. Hachi scratched his head before answering, “Why don’t we hang out with the rest of our lovers? It’s been a while since we had a proper group date.”

The girls nodded in agreement as they shuffled through the crowd. Huit almost got lost before Tres and Hachi held her hands tightly. She smiled at the appreciation as they finally reached the stage. Sei is frowning really hard as he type on his laptop. Erek and Fior seems to be quite carefree as they blabbered around and have small pecks to each other. 

“Leaving out on us? My, cheeky lovers you two~” Hachi chuckled as he let go of his sister’s hand and join them. They started to joked around and make some small kisses between them.

Tres shrugged as she dragged her shy girlfriend towards their tall boyfriend. They were a little bit disappointed that the laptop screen shows weapon datas instead of the Pride Race results. 

“Hey, lovelies.” he glanced at them sleepily before returning his focus onto the screen. He never had much sleep that night, the girls could tell. His pansexual coloured tentacles started to fade out to his natural green, constantly rambling and swearing softly, and squinting around even over large texts. Tres couldn’t stand it and decided to manhandled him with inhumane strength while Huit, seems to understand, saved his drafts and shut down the laptop. Sei groaned tiredly, “What do you two do that for...? I have to give this data to Sheldon before the next Splatfest arrived...”

“You had done a lot, Sei Sei. Why don’t we join the others and cuddle for once?” Huit grinned before winked at Tres, who carried him off the chair like it’s nothing and dumped him on top of the others. 

“Hey, what was tha-” the short inkling yelped before squinted closely on the poor boy’s laid out body, “Ooh, Sei! You could have told us before you launched yourself to us, you big goofball~” 

“Heh, it’s not intentional but I’ll keep that in mind, Fi.” he sat up and stretched his muscle before pulling the rest of the girlfriend squad on top of him. “Now that we are all here, cuddles anybody?”

Erek and Fior squealed as they launched themselves into the pile. Hachi puffed before turning into his octo form and squeezed into them.

~~~~~~~~~~

The contestants are bursting with excitement and nervousness. The results are here! If one team win this race, they are going to receive 50 Super Sea Snails each member and able to create the next Pride Race games! 

“Let’s cut to the chase!” Fior emerged from the stage. People are shouting everywhere, most of them are begging for the results to come out. Sei shakes his head slyly as he projected thirteen group names to the gigantic screen on the stage that didn’t reach Top Three. Most teams are either consoling their upset teammates or just disappointed. Sei grinned, “I congratulate those teams who at least make some effort, but too bad. You’ll win, next time.”

“Oh cod, our team are not in there! We made it to Top Three!” Huit skipped around her lover and brother with uncontrollable excitement. The two of them smiled fondly at her. She always so work up over small things, but it makes her weirdly cute. 

“And now, let us announce the winners and runner ups! From the third place, we have...” Erek spoke clearly as he read his cue cards, “...Team Diss Squad! Congratulation!” Fans of Diss Pair and ex-Squid Squad members in the Audience Area cheered like thunders as their idols walked up to the stage and received their 25 Super Sea Snails each. The vibrant colours of their non-binary, bisexual and pansexual identity shone even brighter as they smiled, or pouted, for the cameras.

“Second place, we have... Team Gender Crisis! Congratulation!” Group of transgender, non-binary and gender-fluid sea creatures strutted up to the stage and posed dramatically for the cameras as they received their 35 Super Sea Snails each. 

“WE WIN!” Marina and the octo twins are squealing excitingly while Pearl fist bump with Tres. “BOOYAH, BABY!”

“Finally, our first place cause excitement to our obvious winners over there... Team Cephahook!” Audience cheered even louder than the last two teams for both their news broadcaster duo and the famous League members as they walked up (run for Hachi and Pearl) to the stage and received their 50 Super Sea Snails each and the permit to create games for the next Pride Race. 

“This would be one of the most memorable moments of my life!” Hachi thought happily as he smiled widely for the camera.

[marvel-medigeek-fics]

The H Word: Hits

Part 3/? 

SUMMARY: Freedom always comes with a fight, and trauma makes people do uncharacter things. 

WARNINGS: language, violence

A/N: I know the last part was really short, and I hope this makes up for it. I am TERRIBLE with stretching out my fics, but practice makes progress. 

If you are struggling with anything mentioned (or not mentioned) in this story, please reach out to someone. You don’t deserve to suffer, especially alone. 

Word Count: 1731

It was just over 24 hours until Bruce finally let you return to your room. I had been a long, draining time of looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was coming. And that fear was for a multitude of reasons: a stranger coming around, anyone who was not Nat or Wanda and sometimes Sam coming around even, but mostly, it was because of the overwhelming sense of no privacy. 

It had been 24 hours and you couldn’t even do the one things you wanted to do most. Cry, and cry alone. Your bed was a welcome sight and as soon as you could, you jumped into it, savoring the plushness and freshly washedness of your blankets. 

“Whoever washed my sheets deserves some brownie points,” you said, throwing off your shoes and climbing under the covers.  “I’ll take those brownies anytime, Y/N,” Sam called from the doorway. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes in sync.  “He did not wash your sheets. I doubt he even knows how to turn on the washer.” Nat said.  “Yeah, or even what laundry detergent is, or where we keep it,” Wanda said, her accent coming out thicker than usual as she continued Nat’s sarcasm. 

“Thanks, you two. For you know, being my girl code enforcers, or whatever,” you said as they headed for the door to leave you with your new found privacy. 

“You’re always welcome. We wouldn’t want to be the girl code enforcers for anyone else,” they said together, a talent you hadn’t really noticed before.

—

The first thing you wanted to do was take a damn shower, cry a little (or a lot), and then sleep like a baby. So you turned the shower up as hot as you could manage, in an attempt to wash off every bit of shame, guilt and anger you’d felt over the past day or so. The feeling of the water was enough to make you cry from how good it felt. Crying about anything feels terrible, but less so in the shower. Crying, crying, crying. You probably lost more water than the shower was shooting at you because of how much crying you did in the shower. 

By the time you had dried off, arranged your hair off of your neck and wrapped up in the softest clothes you owned: a sweatshirt from a long forgotten trip, running shorts and a fluffy robe, the sun had gone down and the skyline was lit up like the thousands of stars you hadn’t seen in so long. 

The blankets felt even softer after a long, long, long shower and you soon fell asleep, despite your mind’s protests. Those tears and this day had taken a lot of you. 

—

The next morning was one of those mornings where everything looks like it is going to be perfect. The sun shone through your blinds and cast its beams over your bed. It was warm and your first thought was to go back to sleep, but as soon as your eyes had closed again, someone was banging on your door. 

“Rise and shine!!” whoever was yelling this sounded so happy to be alive, it instantly put you in a worse mood. Like how can you be so chipper in the morning? 

You tried to fall back asleep, but a different voice chimed through the room, FRIDAY. “Mr. Wilson is requesting your presence in the kitchen. He says it is very flipping important. He also said for me to emphasize the flipping.” 

You groaned and laid in bed, wishing that it was a day where Sam would not decide to be cute or something and would let you sleep instead. But you finally threw the covers off, determined to have a good day outside of bedrest. 

After pulling your hair up and out of your face and getting dressed in something a little more flattering than a huge sweatshirt and shorts, you finally trodded downstairs into the kitchen. 

The entire team stopped their boisterous conversations as soon as you walking in the door. They each stared or looked away in what they thought was reverence, but was really just plain awkward. “Um, hi, guys,” you said, trying to break the very uncomfortable silence. No one said anything for a moment, and you tried to figure out if you were dreaming or invisible or anything that wasn’t that everyone was staring at you in silence like they didn’t know how to speak anymore. 

The first one to speak was Clint, “Finally! Sam can serve us some pancakes!” So that was what Sam meant by flipping. With Clint’s words, the whole kitchen seemed to unfreeze and people hopped off the counters and sat at the table. 

“I made pancakes!” Sam said cheerfully, topping everyone’s plates with 3 pancakes. 

“Yeah, Sam, I’m so proud you didn’t burn the place down.” someone said. 

“Hey! These are actually good!” Clint said, shoveling another massive bite into his mouth. 

“No shit! I have had lots of time to perfect my pancake making skills.” Sam bit back. 

“So, how are you doing, Y/N?” Steve asked, taking a prim bite of his pancakes. 

You nodded slowly, “I’m surviving. A shower helped.” 

Nat, who was sitting next to you, placed her hand over yours, reminding you of the girl code you had established so long ago. Your stomach grumbled like a killer whale’s mating call, that is to say, it was very loud. 

So you started eating your pancakes and listening to the team. You didn’t feel like talking really, just listening. Pietro was too busy speed eating to do any talking and across the table, Clint and Bucky were trying to make ridiculous topping combinations and get Steve to gag. Blueberry syrup and applesauce. Pumpkin and matcha powder. Freeze dried strawberries, pop rocks, and melted ice cream. But Steve didn’t falter. 

Tony and Sam were perched on the counters, talking about something in hushed tones. Maybe it was just anxiety talking, but you could’ve sworn they were talking about you.

“After you’re done, we’re training,” Natasha said after you had finished off your second pancake. You didn’t usually train with the team, because you were merely a tactician, who stayed away from danger and told the team the best moves to take. 

“Training for what?” You had a decent idea, but asking questions never hurt anyone, especially harmless ones like that. 

“Self defense,” she said simply and before you could press for details, she was walking away. 

“Self defense,” you muttered, taking another bite. The table was now mostly empty, the only two left were Sam and Tony, still leaning against the counter. 

“Sooooooooo, Y/N,” Tony began, “What’s the plan for today?” 

“Eat these pancakes. Train with Nat. Hopefully, a nap later,” you replied, your answers clipped to try and stifle the awkwardness. 

“Sounds fulfilling.” 

“That’s not a word in your typical vocabulary.” you quipped, twirling the fork absently through your fingers. 

“Want some more pancakes?” Sam blurted out, rushing to you with another plate. 

“No, thanks. I have work to do with Nat.” You handed Sam your plate and walked out. 

—

It was 20 minutes before you made it down to the training room, where Nat was busy sparring with Bucky. Wanda was stretching or doing yoga, or something. Pietro was running. Steve was punching on a punching bag angrily. 

You cleared your throat and all at once all the activity ceased. You crossed your arms and tried to look badass, but it seemed to look a little like a little kid crossing their arms indignantly.  

“Let’s get started,” Nat said, pulling off the badass look with less juvenile-ness.  “Treadmill.”

So you took the treadmill nearest to you and started running, surprising you with how good it felt to move. 

After 20 minutes of running, you felt a little better, sweaty, and definitely in a more stable mental state. 

“Do you know how to throw a punch?” was Nat’s first question. 

“Yes, actually,” you replied, hoping to surprise her, but she just cocked an eyebrow and beckoned for you to demonstrate. 

So you punched. Thumb out, unlocked elbows, fast and clean. 

Bucky whistled, clearly impressed. “Ooh, hoo, tacty! You can throw a punch.” 

“Good,” Nat nodded approvingly, “Now for blocking.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she threw a left jab, which you easily ducked. Right jab met the same fate, with Nat’s wrist caught in your grip. You smiled, challenging her for more. 

“Okay, okay, okay!” Nat said, wriggling her arm out of your grip. “Let’s do this. And I won’t go easy on you this time.” 

You rolled your eyes and stood in position. 

“I’ll be the ref,” Bucky said. “DOn’t kill each other, don’t break any bones, mercy ends the fight and don’t forget I am stronger than both of you and have no problem beating up rule breakers. Let’s do this. Go!” 

You’d been watching Nat for a long time, it was kind of your job as tactician. So you knew her first punch would be a left hook. You ducked under her fist as it swung towards your face. The second punch was a combo: right hook, left uppercut, double right jab. Each of which you dodged and managed to throw in a beginner’s punch to her shoulder.  

The secret to fighting, you’d learned early on, was to know your opponent better than you know yourself. That hadn’t worked so well for you two nights ago, however, so you wanted some redemption. You sent a kickaround to the back of her knee and sent her toppling. But she was up in a second and another punch was thrown. She was angry. But anger makes you slow and one punch, two punches, sent her nose into full waterfall mode. A kick was next, sending her backward and blood splattering on the mat. 

In a flash you were over her, your eyes flaming and your muscles uncontrollable. “Let’s finish this, “ you snarled. Your brain was horrified by this, but it had no control anymore. It was almost like something else was taking over and kicking your normal brain out. 

“Y/N!” Bucky yelled, pulling you back from Nat. Her blood was on your hands and suddenly you were back. Waking up, alone, afraid and so impossibly shattered. 

You were sorry. Blood always means you’ve gone too far.