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plasticfangtastic · 9 months ago

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Dairy Girl

A Homelander X F! Reader fanfic

A/N: I am still working on my other projects but I just wanted to write something fun and light to get me back into writing. I hope y'all enjoy this short little piece, btw i aint got no kids so i have very little idea how milk banks work, this will be a 2 or 3 part story.

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

Word Count: 3K

Part 1– Heifer

Such a small box, smaller than a shoe box, just big enough to fit its contents with enough space for his ghost to move. You stared at the small box as its buried in the family plot… you never thought of visiting this place to ever bury the last shred of happiness you had left, his body was born weak, so small you wonder if you’d given birth to a child or a chick, 2 months ago you had come home to find your now ex in bed with his ex, he had turned this betrayal on its head and blamed you for it, something about your lack of desire lately, about how your pregnancy had given him amounts of pressures he'd never agreed with, talking endlessly about his needs and how much you’d ignored him.

Whoever this man was, you didn’t recognize him.

Time blurred into nothing but disconnected colors and shapes, all you know was that the stress and anguish lead to this.

A box under soil.

Days passed and in your empty apartment, surrounded by all the stuff you bought you stood in front of the sink, throwing a bottle of fresh milk down the drain feeling tremendous guilt, the doctor said you would dry out soon enough but your breast had swollen so much your bras no longer fit– even the spare ones you bought just in case they’ve grown a size too big from what you expected, you booked an appointment with your doctor hoping they could give you whatever cocktail of drugs to dry you out and save you from the pressure and pain in your chest, it had been nothing but a passing message from a worried neighbor who had stop by to give you some mail that had been sent to them by accident when she mentioned her daughter-in-law had donated her excess milk after her little one refused to latch, she gave you the name of the charity and after much thinking you gave in, you lost your baby but there was some woman out there who could end up experiencing your same grief if their baby starved to death, yours simply born too small and weak to hold your finger for very long.

It felt good, you met the women running the charity and even some of the faces of the women you helped, as you delivered your frozen packs to the women’s clinic where the charity operated, it helped you heal, it gave your pain purpose, but as the months faded behind you a part of you worried about how much you keep producing, less than before but still too much, yet you keep going knowing it would end soon enough.

Perhaps somebody in the clinic or the charity had dropped your information to these people but you'd received some mail regarding some research trials Vought International was running and how they needed some donors to drop fresh samples, in their pamphlet they offered to pay a decent amount--your divorce had been costly plus having to move to a new place and breaking your previous lease had left your bank account quite dry, this was cheap money, you had given your milk for free, you looked at the few pouches you had collected for next week's drop you saw a wonderful opportunity to make some quick cash.

You went to the Vought Clinic and saw a few other women filling up forms, reading old magazines or dilly-dallying on their phones until some nurse called their numbers, you filled the medical form, waited less than half an hour before your number was called, brought into a small bleach scented room, the nurse read your form and told you she would take a blood sample, a doctor came in, reciting whatever script he’d been given about what this project was, giving you big words you had no interest in, this was about providing better milk formulas closer to natural milk than anything currently in the market apparently, thanking you for your donation, he looked at your form smiling as he saw your inked words.

“You're still producing 4 months after…” The doctor handed you a disinfecting wipe and a freshly steamed breast pump in a silver tray– we just need two samples, please press the alarm to let us know you’d finished, then follow Nurse Potts to the front counter to sort out your payment.”

It had been an awkward experience, but there you were 300 dollars richer, you probably should’ve read those papers a bit closer before signing but money was money and you were told to come back if you could.

You did it a couple times for 2 months, much like a man donating sperm for pocket money or plasma to pay the rent.

That was the first mistake, you headed home and woke up the morning after wishing you had stayed out for an extra hour or two, perhaps caved in to your friends pressures and tried going back to dating (after all your ex was whoring himself all across the lower east side without moral qualms) or hookups so you would had gone to a different address, maybe you should had taken a taxi instead of taking the train and walking home.

Regardless you woke in some strange empty room, the only thing beside your person was a pair of pale pink hospital gowns, grippy socks, clean underwear and a pair of thick large towels, you screamed and banged on the door for an ungodly amount of time but nobody ever came, you stayed alone in that room for what could have been 12 hours or more… maybe less… who knew it was all too much, suddenly a sharp sound cut into the silence a note had been slid under the door, you rushed to the note.

It was instructions, they wanted you wearing their clean clothes, you could not leave the room unless you did so, and as much as you hated the idea, you wanted to get out so badly, you knew if you wanted to escape your only chance came in knowing your surroundings, you begrudgingly and tearfully changed, waiting until anything changed– the doors hissed opened, a woman in a sharp cream coloured suit stood there with clipboard and an armed guard, at the sight of the heavy looking gun– you froze.

Then you took the first step towards hell.

You knew the following things: You lived in some basement area– there were no windows, only elevators. You weren’t alone, there were other women here and they made sure to keep your interactions at minimum no doubt to keep all of you submissive and not getting any ideas, sometimes familiar faces will fade and you could only speculate nightmares. Lastly… your purpose, the reason you were trapped here in the first place was… to lactate.

A plucky little thing that stayed optimistic despite your shared horror called herself a ‘Heifer’ she wasn’t wrong… you lived in a small cell where everything had sat on top of each other feed to keep fat and producing milk much like a cow, whoever developed this diet knew of all the ingredients known to help production, and you knew there were putting something else in the food for your breast begun to feel uncomfortable, for a little while you thought you could fight it by starving yourself, then two men with guns came into the room and told you to eat or else.

The time you spend outside this microflat hong-kong style cell was in the milking room and the shower room, you were ordered to stay clean and quiet, at least in the milking room you had some television and could spend time with the other women, but they keep you isolated, you could do very little, sometimes music would play and a book would be dropped with your food but your happiness wasn’t priority, you had to fill a quota.

After a couple weeks of this you simply accepted defeat, too many guns… not enough spaces to run, and nothing to come home to… a man that wanted to sue you for more feeling as if the judge had been unfair, a pestering family who acted as if they had been the only ones who experience loss, an empty cot you still hadn’t gotten rid off and piles and piles of bills, in this quiet cool room you had spend endless hours thinking, you didn’t love your job, you had been distant from most of your friends and you could only imagine that they assumed you had run away or killed yourself after what happened nobody could blame you.

Existing for the sake of existing until you could figure out what to do next.

“Good Evening… I’m glad you’re eating so well” The lady you met the first day said as the door hissed open, she watched you like a hawk as you process this sudden interruption, clutching at your paper thin blanket, you looked at the floral fabric in her arms and the clipboard under her arm– I need you to sign this before you’re allowed upstairs”

“Am I being let out?” You said anxiously, no way it could be that easy you thought.

The lady let her smile waiver, looking at the unseen guard then at her wrist watch as she handed you the clipboard.

“Your performance might determine how soon you'll be release…”

“You assume I won’t go to the police…”

“That wouldn’t be wise Miss L/N but we assure you that you’ll be sufficiently compensated for the inconvenience.”

You wanted to yell, but a voice in the back of your head thought of this but nothing but pageantry, you were dead either way, but perhaps this could be your opportunity to escape, whatever they wanted to do now meant being outside of these buried walls, you signed the sheet without thinking, briefly considered stabbing the bitch in the eye but is likely they would turn you into swiss cheese before you even took a step too close, she took the paperwork from your hands and in change handed you a long sleeved dressed straight out of the mormon section in target, she closed the door and you dressed up.

The halls looked so odd when you didn’t wear your prison clothes, the other few doors housed sleeping and bored girls, your plucky friend hidden behind one of them, the new girl hidden behind one of them and the girl you seen before in the milking room once hid behind one of them.

They took you to an elevator– it was old box, if you had to guess by the button’s design maybe built in the late or mid 70s, you never left their side until the elevator closed before them, the box moved slowly, a dingy silver box with low honey coloured lights, so dim… and you were alone, as the light chime as it went up you felt your entire being sink into your stomach, your heart beating so fast you were sure you were gonna have a heart attack before the doors opened once again, swallowing dry spit, your eyes opened so wide it hurt.

Quiet… it was so quiet when the doors opened, you expected something else, something menacing… something frightening– not an old house, an old house in the middle of some evergreen forest, everything screams old, untouched, museum like, like it's meant to present this idea that somebody lives here but not really, despite it being an elevator hidden behind a bookcase, you take a few cautious steps, your naked feet bury in the plush carpet, there’s bird singing outside and the sun is so bright and warm it hurts your eyes, the cool tones gone and this feels like a bad dream, pinching yourself but you’re awake, tragically awake, a weird wiry smile creeps on your lips, an almost laugh escapes your lips before you can feel tears burning your eyes.

“Hello…?” You ask and you don’t know why.

As you venture into the living room, hands firm against the tacky dark pink wallpaper, you found old floral couches that matched the drapes and despite how old school it was it had a charm to it.

Then you saw him.

Perusing the VHS collection filled the entire bookcase on the wall, just rows and rows of VHS boxes, some plastic and some cardboard, the TV boxy and just as antiquated but who cared— he was there.

You ran before you even realized you done it, crashing into him with desperation, tears staining your cheeks and you could barely breath as you tried so hard to speak.

“Homelander please help me!! I’ve been kidnapped!! Please!!” You cried, pulling on his suit– please!!”

Those endlessly blue eyes more poison dart hide than veronica flower bush the more they stared at you calmly, his lips into a thin smile and his hand thad taken your wrist inflicting just enough force to keep you firmly in his grip… to show you how he wasn’t an ordinary man, he looked at you as your tears changed meaning as if you were the most unfortunate creature he’d ever seen, his lips parted just enough to show those sharp canines that had looked so charming in sidewalk posters, now you could sense their presence squeezing at your jugular.

“You are so much prettier in person, Y/N.” His voice is disturbingly soft and calm, intimately quiet as he takes a whiff of your neck, moving you to make it easier, his free hand creeped towards your hip– I was so glad when I saw your picture and you weren’t hideous.”

Trembling against him, a nonexistent cold draft blew against you, your whole body shivering and covered in goosebumps.

His eyes fixated in your breast, mouth agape as his tongue dared to lick his lip, watching you like a starved man at a las vegas buffet, his hand slithering upwards, you know where this is leading, you can’t stop crying but you can’t scream either, you're just there as his hand avoids your breasts and creeps towards your back and presses your bodies together.

“I’m so glad you signed that sheet, I was getting sad endlessly waiting for one of you to agree to the deal” He says quietly, you stare at him and you realize you should’ve actually read that stupid sheet– why so scared? I ain’t gonna bite.” He bites the air as a joke and you could tell that that single bite could have torn your finger off cleanly.

His eyes shift to your clinging fingers that stayed so stiff against his padded suit, you stopped squeezing at him now they rested limp against him.

“Let’s watch a movie…”

It’s an awkward dance concluding in sitting down on a couch, its surprisingly soft and you’re sinking on the cushion while your mind dissolved in the sky, the coffee table had a humbled spread of snacks, pizza and milkshakes, not once did you notice, you stared at him clutching at your dress as he picked something out of the shelve, watching as his hand worked the VHS player, the clicks and whirling all you could focus on. He sat beside you as the speakers began to play the included trailers, he took the drink urging you to do the same with a menacing look, filling you with incomplete thoughts as you obeyed.

Malt vanilla marinated in your tongue, you had a terrible thought.

‘Milk’

You were there to provide milk… to whom? Why just milk? You thought they would sell your body or your organs, experiment on you but… they wanted your milk, but who was buying it? Who was drinking it? Where did it go? You stared at the pretty blond whose arm kept your shoulders still, you saw the news– you’d known he had a child and who knows with whom but his kid was old enough to not need it… was it for him? You thought… thinking of it as ridiculous until you remember how 20 minutes ago he was staring at your tits as if he was malnourished, you looked at his lips pursing as he took a long sip of his milkshake and wonder if that was milk… from a cow… not a heifer like you.

Homelander smiled at you.

“I don’t like ‘The mothman prophecy’ , never been a Richard Gere fan” he said casually.

“He was really good in ‘Pretty Woman’ . This one is okay…” You looked at the screen your voice so stiff– what’s going on…? Mr. Homelander… I…"

“Shhh… watch the movie” He leaned against you resting his head on your shoulder– you tasted the best… every batch perfection– such delicate custardy taste… So this is what we are gonna do… I’ll keep you in this floor so you’re not so bored ."

You swear he’s purring as he rubs himself against you marking you as much as he was making himself comfortable.

“There’s cameras everywhere… The glass is bulletproof, doors won’t open without a fob and code, and there’s no phones or internet, but if you do manage to get out of here just be aware I’ll know.” He said such terrible things as if it was nothing– if you tried to off yourself there will be 3 armed guards and nurses here in less than a minute but if you behave I promise you– you’ll be allowed out, but only if you gain my trust.” He looks up at you as you focus on those thin lips of his– there’s no kitchen but your meals will be delivered… if you want anything just tell the camera over there.”

He pointed at the corner tucked in between two VHS tapes was a small camera.

“I like you Y/N you're cute… you’ll behave for me, right?”

You nodded, too afraid to disagree.

“Now… let’s finish the movie… I actually like this part”

You stared at the pizza box, you could at least tell that the pizza was from an american restaurant, which made you feel safe ‘Select Pizza and Grill” said in the box and you knew you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, far from your apartment in Clinton Hill.

You looked at your boobs feeling his piercing gaze on them, you started drawing lines connecting weird things together, back when you were donating your milk, girls joked about people buying for medicinal and fetish purposes, this spelled itself out for you.

Maybe you could get out of here… but you had to do something weird… but as you heard the birds outside and the warm light peeked into the room, you realized maybe you could leave… no you’ll leave, you’ll go back home and you would find a way to ruin this man and those bastards beneath you, you’ll get them out too, so you took one courageous breath and forced a smile on your dried lips.

“You really liked it?”

“Huh?”

“My milk…” You mumbled– you know I never tasted it myself but am glad to get a review.”

“It’s really tasty” he bites his lip.

Your hand plays with one of the buttons on the dress.

“It hurts a bit… I usually get asked to pump around this time… dunno if you know this but it's a bit painful when they get this swollen.”

The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know and as you leaned away from him pulling on buttons with slightly trembling fingers, you watched him follow your movements like a snake chasing prey.

“Would you help me out, mister superhero?” Is not flirty but is slightly playful and you’re surprised that you can lie that well, he’s so shameless as he shakes his head enthusiastically, mouth opening for you– please don’t bite.”

He gasps as you let him see all that he’d wanted from the get go, why he put you in that box, why you ended up in this place for.

His body was lighter than you thought as he sunk against you-- eyes closed, body limp against yours, he made the softest sounds it put you at ease somehow, for a moment you saw a very small being latched on your chest, you’d only experienced it once before, and it was seared into your mind as a painful yet tender memory, so you close your eyes dreaming of a fantasy far removed from this peculiar reality, half lid eyes found a man so blissed out your lips curved, this was unbelievable, the world most famous supe keeping you hostage just so you could indulged him.

But you knew now… that this was your way out.

#homelander #homelander x reader #personal #the boys fanfic #my fic tag #plz forgive my use of firecracker gif #this is not proofread i died like a dog if i must #homelander x fem!reader #the boys amazon

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wellthebardsdead · 22 days ago

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*Falûne’s life before his Adventure, worship of tongues*

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Falûne: *finished milking the cow, quietly pouring it into a canister by the main hall* mean old heifer *rubs the ache in his leg from where she’d kicked him, seemingly the only animal in his care that just hated him and everyone* done, now t- *shuts up hearing Keldrans voice, leading a sermon* huh?… *presses his ear to the wall but realises the sounds louder by the window rafters* … *looks at the crates by the milk canisters and feels himself battling internally. Knowing he’s forbidden from sitting for sermons with the acolytes, but wanting so badly to be like them and devote himself further to Selûne* …oh dear I’m going to be in so much trouble… *whimpers as he climbs onto the crates only to find himself too short* I- rats- *sighs and looks down, seeing his boots* … *pulls them off and looks at his overgrown hooves, how unnaturally they sit as he stands on his ankles after mimicking walking on feet with them* … *grimaces and stifles back a whimper as he stretches each one and forces himself to stand, balancing, on his hooves* o-ow ow— owie- *hisses and bites his forked tongue before suddenly feeling all his pains vanish as he realises he can see through the glass and hear clearly, his ears eagerly locking onto Keldrans voice as he speaks on scriptures he’s never been granted the opportunity to read*

Keldran: *reading aloud to his students, glancing up briefly to see if they’re still paying attention, only to spot the horns and eyes of a familiar blue devil snooping* what in the-

Falûne: *trying to listen closer not hearing what keldran said, only for both of his ankles to practically scream in pain from being stretched* Ngh- o-Oh GODS NO- *stumbles back off of the crates, clawing at them to try and save himself from the fall only to bring them down on himself and the milk canisters, pinning his tail and causing an ungodly loud racket* n-no no- *scrambles to try and free his tail, crying and quickly cowering, shielding his head with his arms as he hears the door to the hall open and close, but only one set of footsteps approaching* l-lady Selûne f-forgive me, please forgive me-

Keldran: *walks out fully prepared to berate and punish him only to see the state his antics had landed him in, his tail definitely broken beneath the crate and Lûne already cowering* Lady of Silver grant me patience. Why. Lû. Why?

Falûne: I-I’m s-sorry I’m sorry! *sobs and chokes on his own tears* I-i only wanted to learn! I swear it! I only wanted to learn more of our lady!

Keldran: *sighs, deciding he’s been punished enough already and needing to return to his lesson. Simply lifts the crate and heals his tail* just go wash up and get back to your duties. *walks off*

*that afternoon*

Falûne: *got called to Keldrans office for an early tea service, the events of the day still fresh in his mind* f-father superior? *sheepishly knocks*

Keldran: enter, lû.

Falûne: *enters and feels his blood turn to ice seeing him standing, waiting* … *pushes the tea in and sets it on the desk before standing before him, right hand over left as always as he waits for command* …

Keldran: Sit down and read the sermon I’ve open on my desk. Every afternoon you’ll read while I have my tea and organise my paperwork.

Falûne: *blinks and looks up at him surprised* r-really?

Keldran: sit. *walks to his desk and sits down himself*

Falûne: *sits on the little stool he’d set out for him and excitedly starts reading quietly*

Keldran: out loud.

Falûne: *stomach turning, barely literate enough as is. Able to understand the words and their meanings but useless in attempting to pronounce them* I-i- okay- I’ll try… *starts reading aloud, barely making it a sentence in before hissing in pain as his tongue is caught by a clothes peg* Aghh-?!!?! *looks at Keldran with hurt and betrayal in his eyes*

Keldran: Start again. Youll get another for every mistake. By the time we’re done with this book you should remember your lessons well.

Falûne: *hands trembling as he takes hold of the book again, trying not to drool from the peg holding a point of his tongue* y-yeth, father-

*present day*

Falûne: and that’s how I learned to read without error!

Gale: ARE YOU SURE- *inhales* YOU WERENT ABUSED?!?!

#Falûne Tav #Gale bg3 #Keldran Oc #father keldran oc #tw: abuse

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incorrect-shoujisquad · 1 year ago

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mha as things my friends said on discord 4

shouji: HELPPPP

shouji: WHO HAS THE TIME TO JUST WALK ILLEGALLY GIRL I WILL HIT YOU LIKE GO SOMEWHERE

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kouda: so 7x8 is–

kouda: 😗

kouda: i think i'll kill myself.

ojirou: THE WAY I FUCKING SCREAMED

tokoyami: STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY 😭

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midoriya: back to the original question: why your feet?

shouji: my medical teacher says your feet! why would you land on your fucking side

todoroki: SO I CAN WALK WHEN I LEAVE THE HOSPITAL

shouji: HEIFER YOU WILL NOT BE LEAVING THE HOSPITAL CUS YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS WILL BE FUCKED THE FUCK UP. YOU WILL DIE.

todoroki: AT LEAST I STILL GOT MY LEGS

shouji: AT LEAST I STILL GOT MY ORGANS

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shinsou: KAMINARI FUCKING DENKI. DM ME AMONG US ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE

kirishima: oh 😰

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bakugou: me personally, people shorter than me don't exist

uraraka: oh im sorry let me just vanish from existence rq 💔

tokoyami: my fault, dawg, lemme get thanos snapped, hollup 🥺

tsuyu: my bad let me go fall off the face of the earth for you 🖕😀

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masterlist mhm

#bnha #boku no hero academia #incorrect bnha quotes #mha #my hero academia #incorrect mha quotes #incorrect quotes #shouji mezou #denki kaminari #bakugou katsuki #tsuyu asui #ojirou mashirao #kouda kouji #uraraka ochacho #fumikage tokoyami #kirishima eijirou #hitoshi shinsou #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya

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unchainedheartless · 2 years ago

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Has anyone been run-over by a fucking cow while minding your own goddamn business trying to wrangle a different one because some fucking idiot didn't secure them and now they're loose on the school farm and it's been so thoroughly ingrained in your hapless livestock feeder self (who has nothing to do with the cows under ordinary circumstance) to help out when there's a problem that you didn't think twice about approaching these beasts?

Hyperspecific poll go

Reblog for a better sample size

#yeah me neither #definitely didn't get trampled #actually couldve been worse #death was a real possibility #just ended up with a big ass bruise on my leg and probably some minor internal injuries and possibly a concussion #idk #didn't go to the doctor #it gets worse #they were roaming overnight #and the main gate was left wide open #them mfing heifers coulda wandered off campus #also the barn was flooded bc someone left the hose on

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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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Victim of Love Chapter 12: Looking Forward

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,852

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: None, really. Some mild language.

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

Victim of love I see a broken heart I could be wrong but I'm not no I'm not

My other stuff: Master List.

“That’s it! The last one!” Riley declared as she removed the needle from the rump of the heifer in the chute in front of her. Turning her head to the cowboy manning the chute door she said, “Let her out!”

“I really can’t thank you for everything you’ve done for us, Riley.”

Riley turned to smile at Drake’s mother. Dressed in trousers, a flannel shirt, and boots, with her hair tied back and pushed under a wide-brimmed hat, Bianca Throckmorton Walker looked every bit the matriarch of a family of ranchers.

Riley shook her head with a laugh, “What? Administering annual vaccinations to the herd? Any of your cowboys could have done that!”

“I’m not talking about that, and you know it! I’m not sure the herd would have survived without your intervention. Walk with me for a minute?”

Liam did not follow Riley after she left Hana’s room. She hadn’t expected him to, she meant it when she said he needed to stay and focus on his wife and unborn child.

It still hurt.

She clung to Drake and poured that hurt out as she sobbed in his arms.

“Is Hana okay?” Drake asked in alarm.

Riley nodded as she lifted her head to take in the concern in his eyes and it somehow made her feel better. She wiped her face as she staunched her tears and came to a decision, “I’m going to Texas with you.”

“What?”

“You said something was wrong with the herd, but no one knows what?”

“Yes, but-“

“Do you have a large animal veterinarian on staff?”

“No, because-“

“Because there’s an alarming shortage of large animal veterinarians in the U.S.”

“Right. We have one that we use but he covers a very large area and is currently at a ranch about two hundred miles away investigating a similar issue there.”

Riley nodded as she stepped out of his arms, “Vets who work with farm and ranch animals have to work outside in the elements, no matter how hot, how cold, or how rainy, they stay on their feet all day and they work long hours.”

“Yeah, that sounds like the job description,” Drake agreed.

“They’re also on call several nights a week. Most new graduations are choosing small animal care, dogs, cats, even exotics because they have regular hours in an air-conditioned office.”

“And the fewer people that choose to go into it, the worse the workload gets for everyone else,” Drake surmised.

“Yep! And the less anyone new wants to sign up for fourteen-hour days and being on call five days a week.”

“Yeah, okay….so?”

“So, there’s a good chance that no one is coming to help you in time.”

“Yeah, but….Riley, this isn’t your problem, you don’t have to-“ he rubbed the back of his neck as he fought an internal battle. As much as he would love to take her home with him and have a chance to get to know her better, he wasn’t sure she was thinking clearly. She was obviously upset.

“Drake!” Her tone was sharp, “I don’t have to tell you that losing an entire herd could be financially catastrophic for a cattle ranch.”

The fidgeting stopped as his eyes searched her face, finding nothing but an earnest seriousness there. She was right. Losing the herd might be a blow the ranch couldn’t recover from. “Riley, are you sure?”

“I’m sure! Now come on, I need to go pack! And I’m going to need the contact information for that other vet so we can compare notes and hopefully nip whatever this thing is in the bud!”

“I can’t take all the credit for that,” Riley followed Bianca up a small hill overlooking the northern part of the ranch, “Wow, this is a great view!”

“Isn’t it? My grandfather used to bring me up here when I was a kid. He’d tell me stories about the ranch’s history, point out all the places we could see from here, and explain what each was used for.”

“That sounds like a good memory.”

“It is. Later, after he died, I started coming up here by myself. At first, it was just to feel close to him, but the more time I spent looking at and thinking about this place, the more determined I was to save it.”

Riley nodded in understanding. Drake had told her how Bianca’s father had abandoned the ranch. Preferring the cushy life of a politician to the harsh life of a rancher, he had let the ranch fall into a state of disrepair. “I get it. You love this place. It’s obvious.”

“I do. The only thing I love more is my children; you’re good for both.”

“What?” Riley blinked against the afternoon sun as she studied the other woman’s face.

“You’re good for this ranch, Riley, and you’re good for my son.”

“Oh…I…”

“I’m not reading that situation wrong, am I?”

A flush spread across Riley’s face, “No, ma’am, you’re not.”

Riley had been prepared to stay in a hotel room, but neither Drake nor his mother would hear of it. She had been given a room in the main house, right down the hall from Drake.

The first few weeks she had tried to maintain some kind of boundary between them. She was there for the cattle, she was there to give Liam and Hana space, and she was there to heal a little and figure out her next steps.

What she wasn’t there to do was jump straight into another relationship, one with Liam’s best friend, one that was likely a rebound. Especially when she was there to work.

But it had proven impossible to keep her distance from him for any appreciable amount of time. Not only did he run the ranch, which threw them into close proximity with each other as they worked to find the cause of the illness spreading through the herd, but since she had agreed to stay at the ranch rather than a hotel, they were eating meals together and spending their downtime together.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“What?” Riley spun toward the voice. She hadn’t heard anyone enter the stables, “What makes you think I’ve been avoiding you?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me.”

She sighed as she tightened the girth on the horse she was tacking up, “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure how to handle the whole situation.”

“What situation?” He opened another stall and lead a beautiful chestnut gelding out. He wasn’t going to cancel his plans to ride just because she was there first. In fact, he was prepared to follow her if that’s what he had to do to get answers.

“You know what situation, Drake.”

“No, I really don’t. I thought we really hit it off in Cordonia. We got along well; the sex was amazing, and you spilled your guts to me on the plane ride home about everything with Hana and Liam. What changed? Did I do something wrong?”

Riley took the horse by the reins ready to lead her out of the stables, but she paused in astonishment, “What? No! You’ve been nothing short of amazing, Drake! You’ve been there for me in a way very few people ever have!”

He dropped the saddle he was about to put on the horse on the ground and moved closer to her, “Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I just…” tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry. After everything that happened, what you witnessed with me and Liam and Hana….and after everything I told you….I just assumed you would want to extricate yourself from that whole mess. I didn’t want you to feel obligated-“

With almost no warning, she found herself in his arms, “Riley, look at me! Extricating myself from this situation, as you call it, is the last thing I want! And obligation is the last thing I feel when I think of you! Goddamn it, girl! How do you not know what you do to me?”

“I just thought, maybe I should get myself sorted before I get more entangled with you. I still have feelings for Liam and-“

“I’m well aware of your feelings for Liam,” his fingers traced up the side of her face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes locked on hers, full of pleading, longing, and determination, “I’m not asking you to stop having feelings for Liam. I’m not asking you to end your relationship with him. But I am asking…no, I’m begging you, Riley, to give this, to give us the same chance! And I have never begged anyone for anything in my life! Don’t you want to know if this could be something?”

The world stood still as she stared back into his eyes for an eternity. Then she nodded.

“Yes? That’s a yes? You’ll give us a chance? Stop avoiding me?”

“Yes.”

He surged forward and claimed her lips.

“I’ve never seen my son this happy,” Bianca told her, “And you saved this ranch.”

“I had help,” Riley demurred.

“I know you collaborated with other ranches and vets in the area, but-“

“And Texas A&M University-“

“Yes, I’m aware, but still, it was you here on our land, up before the sun came up and up after it went down, working right alongside all of us. You kept up with seasoned ranch hands, Riley, that’s impressive.”

Riley laughed, “Don’t let the title fool you, I’m no stranger to hard work. I was waiting tables in my parent’s restaurant at twelve and I could run the kitchen by fifteen.”

“And you were top of your class in Veterinarian school.”

“Bianca! Did you run a background check on me?” Riley’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

Bianca shrugged, “When my son told me he was bringing some woman I’d never heard of home to mess with my cattle? You’re damn straight I did!”

Riley burst into laughter, “Fair enough!”

“I know you’re planning to return to Cordonia soon, but I wanted to make sure you knew that you had other options.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you could stay. I’m offering you a job here at the ranch as well as a home. If you don’t want to stay in the main house, there’s a small guest house closer to the stables that you could take. And I’m also giving my stamp of approval to your relationship with my son.”

Riley sighed as she turned away from Bianca and looked out across the miles of pasture. The job offer wasn’t a total surprise. Large animal vets were scarce, and Bianca liked her.

But she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to move away from Cordonia permanently. “What if I say no to the job offer? Will you still give your blessing to my relationship with Drake?”

Bianca scoffed, “Of course, I will. I mean it, Riley, you’re good for him. Just think about the job for a day or two before you make up your mind, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, a multitude of emotions swirling and mixing inside her, “I’ll think about it.”

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googiesarakaya · 1 year ago

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do you have some cashish lying around? some disposable income? are you gripped with the capitalist urge to spend money this weekend but burdened by the understanding that, hey, that’s probably just the consumerism trained into you and you don’t actually need a six egg cooker and actually waiting for the water to boil is fine, what’s even the point of a one trick pony like that?

but you still need that itch scratched. that money spending high. consider giving to your non-profit of choice next week!

it’ll be giving tuesday on the 28th, which is a day that always happens the tuesday after american thanksgiving, and is meant to ~counter~ black friday and cyber monday’s utter consumerism. spend on non-profits instead of capitalism!

it also means most of the international ngos are running match campaigns! what does that mean!! your donation is gonna get matched, usually with a limit on the amount and with a deadline (ex your gift will be matched until they reach $50k by midnight, 11/28).

here’s a few places doing matches for giving tuesday!

-doctors without borders

-international rescue committee

-save the children

-planned parenthood

-heifer international

and if you’re not in a place to give, don’t worry! getting involved in social is also important (seeing people just talk abt the entertainment community fund on my dash during the actors strike was incredible).

#at the end of the day #giving tuesday #isnt rly a special day #its just a fun little day to get you to remember to donate #which is great bc americans in particular love deadlines and matches #this just a reminder to donate really #and not to judge nonprofits based only on their overhead percentages #bc ppl deserve to be paid and guess what #some of us work in nonprofits #and it costs money to raise money #ask me more abt cost to acquires and donor lifetime values #and i will start crying

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kisshuhua · 9 months ago

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Kriss’s Top 10 WORST Kpop Debuts

I’ve learned a number of things in my 3 years as a kpop fan (5 if you count when I was a blink but pretended to hate it).

There’s too many idols named Chaeyoung

Kpop fans are immune to admitting things are bad unless it’s from an artist they dislike

But I get it to an extent. The level of devotion kpop basically forces you to give to your favorite artists is breeding ground for people who take said devotion a little far. Why do you think Sultry Films got doxxed? But regardless I’m gonna put myself in the aforementioned minefield and present to you my Top 10 WORST Kpop Debuts.

10. Baby Monster - Batter Up

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Something I noticed about Batter Up when it came out was that it showed me how companies would rather play it safe strictly working by formula. The badass I love myself concept that YG does not wanna let go of. As for the song itself it feels like a rollercoaster that only goes up one short hill and very slowly at that. On the bright side at least we’ll get a boatload of memes related to that one girl saying “Remember me”, whom I ironically can’t remember the name of.

9. ITZY - Dalla Dalla (달라 달라)

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Dalla Dalla has always felt unfinished ever since the first listen. It’s certainly a fun song to listen to, but like “playing Connect 4 by yourself” fun. The only true standout parts are the pre chorus and bridge, mainly due to Yuna’s voice. I like to think Dalla Dalla is the slightly worse predecessor to Wannabe. Maybe I’d give it more props if it weren’t for that grating “KEEP ON DREAMIN” part in the dance break. JYP only does his job when it comes to Japanese title tracks because he knows all the international fans are preparing for a recession.

8. miss A - Bad Girl, Good Girl

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I’m all for miss A’s concept of female empowerment, but I’m not sure if 15 year old Suzy Bae doing pelvic thrusts and shaking ass was a great way to show that. Other than that some of the melodies are just abysmal beyond repair. Min’s “내가 더 뻔해” part still haunts my dreams. But I have them earlier on the list because I do still listen to it now and then and at least they make up for it by having other songs that are actually good. At least it’s easy to play on JYP Superstar

7. LE SSERAFIM - Fearless

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The minimalism trend is the worst thing to hit kpop and I’ll die on that hill. Everyone acts like NewJeans kickstarted it but the catalyst was clearly this song and its equally bland album cover. Again, we have minors shaking ass in the music video; who was surprised? And Blue Flame is kinda better but HYBE hates women so we all knew that was never getting an official music video

6. UNIS - Superwoman

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Though I was a bit upset that some picks didn’t get in I gave UNIS a chance. I expected a more hyper bubbly concept like Very x3 by IOI but it felt like a b-side that was reworked over and over again to be a title track. There’s so much more they could’ve done since the girls are very talented, especially Gehlee. Survival show groups now really get the short end of the stick. Just holding hopes and prayers that they don’t fumble the I-Land 2 girls

5. GOT7 - Girls Girls Girls

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JYP stylist applications should have a section that reads “Check here if you smoke crack” because nobody but a crackhead could give JayB and Yugyeon such fuckass haircuts. The song is just so grating and sing-talky. The only thing that makes this MV a less painful watch is the fact that Nayeon and Jeongyeon are there

4. Jini - C’mon (ft. Aminé)

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I was really excited to see what Jini would do after she left NMIXX like everyone else so I was largely confused when we got generic mall music instead. It’s nothing offensively shitty but what pisses me off more is the random Aminé feature that added nothing. Also to answer the everyone’s question, there is no “reason“ why Jini left. I believe she left for a reason but it isn’t known to the public because it’s simply not our business.

3. Amber Liu - Shake That Brass

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Now who told this heifer she was a Shinee member?. The little orchestra bit is cute, it’s also full of cameos because Amber is not that relevant. Also I thank Taeyeon for her attempt or save this song even if contribution is short. And again SM made the mistake of giving Amber a rap song. This girl is talented but the world will never see that talent while she’s busy defending police brutality I suppose

2. Red Velvet - Ice Cream Cake

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This was one of many of the disasters created during Min Heejin’s reign of terror at SM which is why I contemplated putting Cookie instead. My main issue with the song is the lyrics and the unnecessary rap at the end. Other than that the “I scream you scream” is mildly annoying but nothing to make a ruckus over.

And the number 1 worst debut, taking the first place spot….

1. Loosemble - Sensitive

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Oh don’t look at me like that. Every orbit knows in their heart that they could’ve done better with our girls. The “ah ah ah ah” adlibs after the chorus are so robotic and unnecessary. The aesthetics of the music video are gorgeous but that’s like the last good thing about Sensitive. I really haven’t been feeling any of the redebuts but with how hostile orbits are this is likely the last time I’ll talk about them here

#Youtube #kpop #girlgroups #babymonster #itzy #missa #le sserafim #unis #got7 #nmixx jinni #amber liu #red velvet #loosemble

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