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thechangeling · 3 years

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Ok so a conversation @littlx-songbxrd and I were having made me remember something I was ranting about to a friend of mine once.

Brace yourselves this is going to be long. I'm sorry.

The sexism, homophobia and racism of the shadoworld straight up doesn't make sense and here's why. So if we start chronologically with the infernal devices. There is sexism towards Charlotte right? People don't want her running the institute and they don't want her becoming the consul because she is a woman. But the Clave has no problem letting women train and fight. This doesn't really make sense in my opinion.

Now you could argue that it's because they believe woman can be string capable fighters just not rational thinkers. Which is weird because in my experience you don't meet a lot of people who are "partially sexist" in that way. Like if a man believes a woman can't do high profile, high paying jobs then they usually also don't want them in the military. Anyways moving on, there aren't any mentions of homophobia in TID, mostly because they're arent any queer characters except Magnus and Woolsey.

But something interesting to point out is that none of the characters who know about Magnus and Woolsey ever comment on it really. And following this point, none of the mains display any signs of misogyny either really. (Except for what Will says to Tessa at the end of CA but that was because of the "curse.") You could argue that this is because they're the protagonists so they are supposed to be better then that. But accidental microaggressions are pretty common especially during that time period. More on that later.

Moving onto racism, this is the interesting part. Jem says to Tessa that shadowhunters believe that you are a shadowhunter first and your nationality or eace second. Actually Jem doesnt mention race but he says this while talking about being half Chinese so it's kinda relevant. Shadowhunters rarely tall about race throughout the books in general except for a few instances. When Jessamine criticizes Jem to Tessa, she calls him a foreigner and says some other racist shit that I can't really remember. Something about the yin fin and calling him lazy. That directly contradicts Jem's statement about them all being shadowhunters first. Also Will and Jem actually constantly talk about being Welsh and Chinese in the books so that statement is kinda bogus in general.

And if CC didn't want her mains being sexist or homophobic to show them as good people then why was it ok for both Jesse and Gabriel to say questionable shit about Jem? Anyways moving on to TLH. Sexism is still running rampid with their cultural customs and people being shitty about Charlotte being consul. Bots have to ask the girls to dance, girls cannot have sex before marriage or else they will be ruined or whatever you know the drill. But again, they let the girls fight. Cordelia is allowed to carry around a giant ass sword but she can't get some????

IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE CASSANDRA!!!!!

Sorry I'm losing it. Anyways. Regarding racism. Alastair and Cordelia have experienced micro aggressions from the mains (Matthew and Anna) but it's never addressed. I'm pretty sure if memory serves, the inquisitor makes a nasty comment under his breath about persians when the Carstairs family sans Elias arrive. And then we have the whitewashing of Ariadne/Kamala by her parents.

But none of this stuff ever gets brought up really. Exceot for Kamala talking about her past and who she was before and sharing her original name, but she still doesn't talk about how it effects her potential coming out. Alastair doesnt mention race when he talks about the bullying he went through at the academy and none of the white characters ever stop to think about how Kamala and Alastsir's races play a part in their crappy situations.

There's probably more I could discuss with this but I'm moving on to homophobia. It's a thing in terms of the heteronormativity and people's judgement of Anna but it's not illegal like in mundane societies at this time. But all of the mains are totally cool with it which brings me to, I'm sorry but fucking bullshit! There is no way every single adult would be totally fine with it in this time period. Like I'm not saying outright homophobia but maybe some questionable comments you know? (CC is perpetuating this idea that good people never commit microaggressions which is untrue and harmful.)

I don't think there's any mention of whether or not gay marriage is allowed in the shadowhunter world at this point. Because the issues surrounding Magnus and Alec getting married were about Magnus being a warlock right? Because Helen and Aline got married before them in TFTSA because she was only half fae. So that brings me to when was gay marriage legalized in the shadow world?????

Is there any mention of this because I don't think there is? Anyways moving onto TMI. This is where everything goes to absolute shit in terms of world building with the standards for these things. Misogyny isn't really a problem in tmi anymore from what I remember. Nobody has issues with Jia as consul (from what I remember,) and that's that. But homophobia is still rambid throughout shadowhunter society so much so that Alec is terrified to come out because he believes that he can't be gay and be a shadowhunter in peoples eyes. Also there is pressure to "carry on the family name" which doesn't make sense because if the sexism has died out then women can have babies with whoever and not even be married and carry on their family line. And not everyone needs to have children, ergo there is less pressure on the sons to carry on the family name or whatever. This also doesn't make sense because homophobia literally cannot exist without sexism!!!!

This is because of colonial gender roles being forced on society. And men being with men and women being with woman totally smashes the whole gender roles, "woman do this and men do that" idea. There's more that I could say on that but this is already so freaking long so please just look it up. And speaking of gender roles it's literally mentioned that Maryse didn't teach Izzy to cook because she didn't want her to be forced into a housewife role like she was (although there's no evidence to suggest she was?) But then Maryse is lowkey homophobic?

It doesn't make sense Cassandra!!!!!

CC doesn't get that you literally don't have homophobia or transphobia without sexism. Indigenous societies pre-colonization didn't care about any of that stuff. Literally two spirit people were revered and respected and no one gave a fuck about gender until my ancestors literally came along and ruined everything. (I'm so sorry.)

But anyways there's no mentions of racism amongst the shadowhunters in tmi. Just Maia talking about her experiences with mundane society as a black girl. When Clary confronts Valentine and basically calls him a n*zi, he laughs at her and basically says that shadowhunters don't see race the way mundanes do which yikes @ CC. Granted this was 2007. This kind of sounds like what Jem said in TID. Only it clearly wasnt true.

Anyways I'm just super confused at this point. In TDA there was basically nothing in terms of all the isms and phobias. (Oh we arent even discussing ableism because my fucking head will explode!) But we do discuss transphobia a bit with Diana. But again it doesn't make fucking sense because transphobia exists because of sexism and clear gender roles (and homophobia.)

Society is still shown to be pretty heteronormative though which I guess makes sense but the Blackthorns have multiple queers in their family! You would think that they would be less so. When Livvy mentions all the reasons that Annabel could have a forbidden love she doesnt even think to mention that it could be a lesbian relationship. When Mark finds out that Jaime was in Dru's room he freaks out but I guarentee you, he wouldn't have if Jaime was a girl. I mean you could argue that it's an age thing and not a gender thing but idk. That scene always bothered the fuck out of me. Because Mark is literally half fae like why is he caught up on bullshit "boys and girls can't just be friends" hetero bullshit.

In QOAAD we see Dane Larksoear being sexist so randomly for no reason. Like it's so strange because CC literally created a caricature of a sexist villian with him. And it makes no sense because no one else seems to feel the way he does. Like Zara is basically the leader of the cohort right? And nobody gives a fuck. It makes no damn sense Cassandra!

And finally, why is the faerie world sexist with gender roles WHEN EVERYONE IS LITERALLY BISEXUAL AND THEY'RE FAERIES CASSANDRA!!!???? THEY'RE LITERALLY FAERIES WHY IS THERE A CONCEPT OF GENDER AT ALL CASSANDRA????!!!!

Ok lol now I'm done. Sorry this is so long. But yeah I'm so confused.

Tldr: CC's world building in regards to sexism, homophobia, racism and transphobia is very inconsistent and contradictory and it makes no damn sense.

#tsc #tda #the dark artifices #tlh #twp #the wicked powers #the last hours #tmi #tid #tw mentions of transphobia #tw mentions of racism #tw mentions of homophobia #tw mentions of sexism #anti cc #long post

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stillthewordgirl · 6 years

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LOT/CC fic: Rebuilt

For a month or so after the events of "Me vs. You" and "Wager," the members of Team Legends have watched Sara and Snart slowly rebuild their friendship and learn to work together again. Eventually, everyone knows, something will have to give.

(Of course, knowing the Legends, it might take something strange to give them that push.)

Takes place a month or so after "Me vs. You" and "Wager." (Find the series here.) Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta!

Can also be read here on AO3.

It’s been an interesting month, all right.

But honestly, Mick thinks, it’s been a pretty good one.

No one’s quite sure what’s going on with Sara and Snart—including, perhaps, Sara and Snart. By Mick’s best guess, they haven’t slept together again, but they’re…easier with each other. Frankly, they’re acting much the way they used to, way back in the beginning, after St. Roch and before the Oculus, all circling around each other and card games and eye sex with a side of innuendo. They even got in a bar fight, trying to apprehend a leprechaun who’d completely bought into the stereotype and taken over an Irish pub in Boston.

That was fun. Mick approved.

And when Sara and Snart are actually talking, and working together instead of against each other, they make a damned good team. While Mick knows he and Snart make a good team too, Snart had been right—that dynamic had always been between the brains and the brawn before, and that’s changed a little now. Mick isn’t proud…he knows he’ll always be the brawn…but he’s used to working with others now, Sara and Haircut and Pretty and New Girl and Charlie, and he doesn’t instinctively look to Snart to tell him what to do these days.

And that could have hurt a lot (and would have once, he thinks), but miraculously it doesn’t, especially not now, when the pieces are starting to fit together again, probably better than they ever did before. He and Snart, they’ll always have each other’s backs.

Crew’s just bigger, that’s all.

Even Nate's gotten used to Snart’s presence on the team. Sara had pulled him aside and although Mick doesn’t know what she’d said, the historian was rather more thoughtful after that. And then Snart pulled him out of an ambush by a group of what Constantine called redcaps, which were essentially lawn gnomes with attitude and big honkin’ teeth. Teeth capable of rending metal, which would have gone very badly for Pretty if Snart hadn’t dropped into their midst, laying about with his gun, clearing a path for them both to run for it.

Yeah, since then, even Nate has acknowledged Snart’s place here. Haircut, of course, is still pleased as punch the former thief was back. Zari herself has taken a great liking to Snart, and Charlie, while still dubious, has inexplicably decided that any friend of Mick’s is a friend of hers.

(Mick still can’t figure out why he’s Charlie’s favorite person on board. It pleases him and unnerves him in equal measure. She looks like Amaya, who he’d come to...to care for...but she’s also a badass, fire-breathing shapeshifter. Which is awesome, but...why him?)

Constantine, of course, is being his usual obnoxious self. He’s stopped barging into the cargo bay or wherever Sara and Snart are hanging out, trying to catch them at something, ever since he nearly got one of Sara’s knives through his eye. But he still thinks he deserves that bottle of whiskey, or maybe it’s just an excuse to be a prat (to use his own word).

(Given the man’s tendency to poke at things he really shouldn’t be poking at, Mick honestly wonders how he’s survived so long. One of life’s mysteries.)

And then there’s the Time Bureau.

Gary keeps watching Snart like he’s afraid the other man's going to go full supervillain right before his eyes. (Mick still thinks he peed himself the first time Snart actually spoke to him.) Ava, meanwhile, has accepted their assertions that Snart isn’t what she thought he was—but now she clearly suspects there’s something up between her ex and the newcomer, if Mick’s any judge. And she’s clearly not sure how she feels about that.

That’s fun. “Fun,” in this case, meaning “likely to blow up and be a problem at the worst possible moment.” Mick has decided, however, that it’s not his problem. Not yet, anyway.

At any rate, the balance isn’t perfect, but it works. And who knows how long they could have continued like this, really, if it hadn’t been for the hydras.

“The what?”

Zari’s voice is disbelieving. Mick can’t blame her. In fact, they’re all staring at John Constantine in varying degrees of disbelief, because no matter how many of these mythological whatsits they deal with, it will never stop being weird.

Well. Most of them. Charlie just nods. But then, Charlie is a sort of amazing being herself, and she sometimes seems to forget that she doesn’t have easy access to her dragon form here.

“Isn’t that...some sort of evil organization?” Haircut asks, looking around. “I thought...”

Constantine shrugs. “That sort does like its creature names, but no. Not in this universe, anyway.” He turns away before any of them can continue that line of questioning. “They’re bad enough, let me tell you. Reptilian critters. They have nine heads and, just like the stories say, if you cut off one, two grow back.”

Sara closes her eyes in a “give me strength” sort of expression. The captain is leaning against the holotable, on which Gideon is now projecting an artist’s rendition of a hydra, and Mick can’t say he blames her, either.

“OK,” she says then, opening her eyes. “Where and when is it? I’ll set the course, and then we can start talking about a plan.”

Constantine gives her a wary look. “Well, that’s not all. They’re resistant to magic. In fact, they’re attracted to it.” He steadfastly ignores Sara’s sigh. “And, their blood is poisonous, deadly poisonous. Even if you only get a whiff of it. So, no blades, luv,” he says, pointing at Sara. “Sorry. I do know you love your pointy objects.”

Sara’s even louder sigh is drowned out, though, by Haircut, who’s perked up.

“Fire,” he says, looking over at Mick with a grin. “That’s what Hercules used. In the stories. He did cut the heads off, but then cauterized them with fire.”

Constantine points at him. "Bingo. Whatever removes the head without actual bloodshed. I mean, you need to take precautions just in case, but better if they’re not needed.”

“And ice,” Snart interjected laconically. “Frozen things smash.”

Mick notices him idly rubbing his right wrist as he speaks. Ah, damn. He still can’t believe the bastard did that, smashed his own hand off, whether it was to keep him from killing the Legends or keep the Legends from killing him.

“So where are these things?” he cuts in as the old guilt surges. “I want to burn something.”

Constantine nods to him. “1958 small-town Pennsylvania,” he says, leaning on the table himself as a map appears. “Out in the sticks, fortunately.” He points to a random plot of green on the grid. “We got a breeding pair here in the hills. Need to banish them—or better yet, just dispose of them—before we get a mess of baby hydras. No one wants that.”

Mick thinks later that he should have known at that moment that things were going to go sideways.

They have a good plan when they land just outside Benjamin, Pennsylvania. Even Mick thinks so. Sara had taken the newer capabilities of both his and Snart’s guns into consideration (with much consultation with Snart, a fact no one missed) and, with Constantine’s information on the habits of hydras, concocted a plan of attack that involved luring the pair of hydras out of hiding and into the line of fire.

And since Constantine had come to them, and hydras were both resistant to and attracted to magic, he got to play bait.

“I’m not going to make one of the others do it when you’re so perfectly suited,” Sara had told him mock-innocently when he’d objected. “You can throw a little magic around, draw them out. We’ll protect you.”

Constantine complained and Constantine sulked, but then Constantine did as told. While Charlie stayed by the ship (so no residual aura of dragon could scare off the smaller hydras), the others split into teams of Leonard and Sara, Mick and Zari, and Ray and Nate, one for each hydra and a “utility infielder” sort of pair. Each team has one person who can provide some sort of hydra-vanquishing firepower (or ice power, as it were) and one as, well, a hydra-herder.

Then Constantine saunters out into the field, gives them all a long-suffering look, and throws a fireball into the air.

It’s magical fire, not real, but that’s the idea. As the sparks rain down around him, he folds his arms, turns to face the others, and scowls at them.

And then there’s a hissing noise from the hill behind him.

The creature that emerges isn’t quite as big as they’ve been warned it could be, but it’s big enough. It’s a muddy green color, with four stumpy legs off a body that looks a little like an alarmingly large alligator, and its tail is lashing back and forth with what seems to be ire at its visitors.

And so are the nine sinuous necks that emerge from where the creature’s head would usually be.

“Whoa,” Haircut breathes. Nate’s jaw drops. “Where’s Percy Jackson when you need him?” he yells, looking around as if the fictional demigod is going to appear out of nowhere. (For all Mick knows, he could. No weirder than murderous garden gnomes now, is it?)

(What? He reads.)

Fictional characters aside, though, Mick swears at the sight of the thing. His gun is already primed, but he raises it then, trading glances with Zari and looking over at Sara. The captain is watching the monster calmly. Snart, his own gun primed, is at her side. Then she looks at Mick and nods.

That’s all he needs.

Zari throws her hands in the air and then buffets the creature with a gust of wind, distracting it, while Mick runs for its other side. He raises his gun and aims for the leftmost several heads, firing and grinning as they crisp and the thing howls, other heads whipping his way. But then Zari’s fanning the flames, and Mick ducks to the other side, and Haircut’s firing at one of the heads with his suit’s blasters, and...

Mick hears Constantine yelling and, out of the corner of his eye, sees the other hydra coming. But then he hears the whine of Snart’s gun and Sara’s crisp voice and...they know their business. He has his own, right now.

In the end, it doesn’t take so long, really. There are two dead monsters, with some combination of 18 heads charred, blasted, or frozen and shattered. Mick prods one with a boot, then raises his gun and, at a nod from Sara, sets them on fire. Constantine had said the best way to dispose of them was to burn it all, which should even negate the poison. They’ve already churned up the dirt so much here that the blaze shouldn’t spread, but he’ll keep an eye on it.

He’s come a long way from the man who wanted to watch the world burn. He doesn’t even want these hills to go up. People live ‘round here.

Constantine wanders over, studying the burning corpses, then turns to peer in the direction the second hydra had come from.

“The female came from a cave over there,” he says, nodding. “ ’Cross the field. If they have a nest, that’s where it would be.” He shrugs. “There might be eggs; there might be babies, though that’s less likely. Either way, cold will do for them.”

Snart rolls his eyes but holsters his gun again and starts that way. Sara falls into step with him. Mick smirks, then looks over at Ray, who’s removed his helmet and part of his suit, tinkering with something. “You OK there, Haircut?”

The other man nods. “Yeah.” He glances up, a little sheepish. “That thing caught me with its tail, sent me sprawling. Going to have to fix the propulsion system.”

“Well, at least you didn’t get chomped.”

“Yeah,” Nate says with a grin, joining them. “I can’t believe it. A plan actually went...according to plan!”

Mick groans. “Don’t say that kinda thing, Pretty!”

“What?”

“You’ve been part of this team long enough to...”

That’s when they hear it.

It sounds like…hissing. Higher pitched than before, but louder, as if it’s coming from more throats, even though it seems farther away. Mick, frowning, turns, and bumps into Constantine, who’s staring at the hill where he’d sent Sara and Snart.

Mick looks too. Then he squints.

Some of the greenery on the hill, it’s...moving?

He realizes what’s going on at the same moment Constantine curses. “It’s a damned nest!” the warlock yells. “And those aren’t babies, they’re half grown!”

“Are you tellin’ me those are teenage hydras?” Mick bellows, drawing his gun again and taking a few steps. But he already knows he can’t make it there in time. None of them are going to be able to get there in time. Especially not with Haircut’s suit on the fritz.

Mick sees Sara and Snart, visible near the faint dark cave opening at the bottom, look at each other, sees them both draw weapons, and then...

Then the swarm is on them, and they’re fighting.

Mick knows that they’ve been training together again. Actually training rather than “training,” too, because the one time Constantine had interrupted them in the training room, he’d gotten an eyeful of no more than two fully clothed people experimenting with how Snart’s new cold gun worked and the best ways of utilizing it in battle.

(And then Sara had gleefully decided that the warlock needed a little more physical conditioning if he was going to run with the Legends. Constantine had limped about complaining for days, gotten off the ship again as soon as humanly possible, and only returned when he needed the Legends to help take care of another myth-turned-real.)

Still, this is the first chance anyone’s had to see what that training might be amounting to.

They’ve backed up to a sheer incline, and Snart’s shooting one critter after another, keeping the heads back, as Sara smashes them as soon as she can. She’s moving in her usual graceful fashion, like it’s a dance, and they’re working together, like they can read each other’s minds, and damn, that’s a pretty picture.

Even though he knew the swarm would descend before they arrived, Mick’s crossed the field anyway, but it’s almost as though stepping in at this point would mess up the dynamic, so he waits, watching, to see if he needs to help. The others skid to a halt near him, all of them staring.

Just in time to see the maneuver that ends the battle.

Mick hears Sara yell something, sees Snart nod, and then sees something pretty amazing. Amazinger. More amazing.

Sara steps back. Snart ducks, going to a knee, but then he slides something on his gun and raises it, pulling the trigger. A spray of blue emits, fanning out a lot farther than the blast of the cold gun usually does, and Snart holds it rock steady--even as Sara steps up, planting a foot on his shoulder, and uses it as a springboard to launch herself forward, into the air….and sweep her bo across as the blue light dies, smashing at least 16 hydra heads into icy shards as she explodes through them, landing neatly on the ground.

Nothing else moves.

Sara lowers her bo. Snart holsters his gun in one smooth motion. And then they look at each other.

Damn.

Zari shakes her head, stepping up on Mick’s left side.

“I feel like I should either applaud or tell them to get a room,” she whispers. “Maybe both?”

Mick doesn’t have words. He just nods.

Constantine wanders up on the other side. Even the unflappable warlock is, well, flapped.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters. “I didn’t even take part in that and I feel like I need a cig.”

They watch as Sara and Snart head their way. They’re both ruffled, but they’re side by side, and Mick doesn’t think it’s his imagination that they’re walking more closely than usual. Sara smirks at them, but Snart manages to maintain his usual cool expression…but Mick, at least, notes a certain gleam in his eye.

Constantine clears his throat.

“I don’t say stuff like this casually, you two,” he says. “But that was...amazing.”

Sara laughs, then, looking around.

“It was, wasn’t it?” she says, a smile tugging at her lips. “C’mon, team. Let’s get home.”

It’s just the aftermath of one mission out of many, but their get-together afterward feels like a victory feast, probably because they all suspect there was no way they should have been able to walk away from a confrontation with nine hydras, even if seven of them were only partly grown. Especially with their mission accomplished and no real casualties.

Constantine had stayed behind to make sure there was no further cleanup work to do. He’ll turn up at some point, Mick knows, probably with his eager buddy from the Time Bureau, and try to drag them into new trouble (probably succeeding) and resolve his wager. Maybe Mick will even try to make the pair in question ‘fess up, just because it seems a bit ridiculous to even pretend there’s nothing going on there.

Even now, right there in the galley, with the whole Waverider team present, there’s tension.

Oh, it’s not a bad tension. Not now. Snart’s leaning back in a chair at the table, balanced in a way that should probably have him crashing to the floor if he wasn’t, well, Snart. He’s not even looking at Blondie, who’s checked her hip against the counter and is talking to Nate, who seems to be blathering on about monsters throughout history, and which ones might be real, and how he wants to write a paper and other such nonsense.

But they’re clearly aware…no, aware…of each other. Even Mick, who knows perfectly well he tends to be oblivious to some things, can see that. Every once in a while, they glance at each other, and…yeah.

Finally, Sara makes a noise of contentment. She glances around the room, and while her eyes don’t particularly land on Snart, Mick’s pretty sure no one misses the smile that touches her lips as her gaze slides past him.

“Well,” she says, stretching. “It’s been fun, celebrating a clear victory for once, but I’m beat. We’ll stay in the timestream for a bit, at least until something else presents itself or John turns up again like a bad penny.”

She pauses, then meets Mick’s eyes. “You have the ship,” she informs him. “OK? For at least a few hours. I need the rest.”

He nods, but Sara barely seems to notice. Turning, she gives Snart a long look. He returns it, expressionless. And then Sara turns and walks away, toward her room.

For a long moment, the galley is quiet and relatively still. Snart takes another sip of his scotch. Ray gives Mick a look that’s frankly a bit distressed. Nate becomes preoccupied by his napkin, and Zari stuffs a miniature éclair in her mouth.

Charlie looks back and forth between them all, confusion on her face. And then, before Mick even realizes what she’s going to do, she speaks up.

“Aren’t you going to go after her?” she asks, looking at Snart. “Because you really should. Even I can see that.”

Nate chokes on a drink, much like he had back when this all started, and Zari closes her eyes. Ray looks like he’d wished he’d said it first. Mick stifles a sigh.

But Snart actually gives Charlie a slight smile. He looks down, considering his drink, then nods, tossing it back before sitting the glass down and climbing to his feet.

“I believe,” he tells her, “that you’re entirely correct.”

And then he smirks at Micks, nods to the others, and saunters after Sara.

The silence lasts a beat or two past when he’s moved out of sight, and then more than one person lets out an explosive sigh. Zari shakes her head and reaches for another eclair, and Ray and Nate exchange glances, smirking.

Charlie cocks her head to the side and then grins at Mick, pleased with her own actions. And Mick, after a moment, gives her a smile in return.

He just really hopes those two don’t fuck this up.

“All right, then,” he says, getting up himself. Time to switch to coffee, if he has the ship. “Anyone want something else to drink?”

#rebuilding bridges #Captain Canary #sara lance #leonard snart #legends of tomorrow

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sciencespies · 3 years

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Mysterious Fossils Could Be Some of The Oldest Signs of Animal Life Ever Found

https://sciencespies.com/nature/mysterious-fossils-could-be-some-of-the-oldest-signs-of-animal-life-ever-found/

Mysterious Fossils Could Be Some of The Oldest Signs of Animal Life Ever Found

Within the remains of 890-million-year-old microbial reefs – a world that was dominated by bacteria and algae – lie possible signs of multicellular animal life, 90 million years before there was thought to be enough oxygen in Earth’s atmosphere to sustain such life.

We all personally know oxygen is vital to us as animals – once inhaled, our respiratory systems pass the precious molecule to every corner of our body, so our cells can use it to make their chemical energy.

So it wasn’t known for certain whether multicellular animals (metazoans) could exist before Earth’s oxygen had reached the necessary level that allows this critical process of animal cellular respiration to take place. This milestone is generally thought to have occurred during the Neoproterozoic oxygenation event.

(Turner, Nature, 2021)

Above: Fossil pattern (left) compared to the pattern of a modern sponge skeleton (right).

Before this event, between 800 to 540 million years ago, dissolved oxygen in the oceans was probably too low to sustain metazoans – except near the reefs where oxygen-producing microbes dwelt.

But genetic evidence from animals contradict this. Molecular clocks suggest the Animalia kingdom of life started well back into the Neoproterozoic era.

Now, Laurentian University paleobiologist Elizabeth Turner has found potential fossil evidence to support this – within reefs that were once oases of oxygen.

Examining wafer thin slices of rocks from the Little Dal reefs in Canada with transmitted light micrography, Turner identified rare sections containing complex branching, 20-30 micrometer tubules, resting in gaps within and around the ancient reef formations.

The reefs were mostly built by photosynthesizing cyanobacteria and could reach kilometers in diameter, but the mystery structures were found on exposed edges, within depressions of the reef growth area and in shaded gaps.

This suggests that unlike the sunlight-seeking reef-builders, whatever formed the fossilized imprints didn’t need light but could withstand the exposure at the edges of the reef, and it also didn’t like to sit on the reef itself.

The fossilized pattern doesn’t match the branching seen in fungi and other microbes, or known geological patterns, but “closely resemble both spongin fiber networks of modern keratosan sponges,” Turner explains in her paper.

Example of a modern keratosan sponge. (Philippe Bourjon/Wikipedia/CC BY-SA 3.0)

We have suspected for a while now that the dawn of the metazoans likely began with sponges – or something much like them – as they are the most basic known animals.

You’d be forgiven for thinking these strange creatures are more closely related to a cactus than a cat, given their weird vegetative-like morphology and sedentary existence.

They’re basically a perforated, soft-tissued sack, stuck to the ground on one end, that filters the water. But they, like us, produce sperm and eggs to reproduce, have cells that lack the cell walls found in plants, and their DNA firmly places them as an early relative to all other animals.

This fossil is “perhaps exactly what should be expected of the earliest metazoan body fossils,” writes Turner.

So far, the oldest undisputed sponge fossil is from the Cambrian, around 550 million years ago, but if this new find can be confirmed it suggests early animals emerged before oxygen conditions on Earth were optimal for us – and survived severe ice ages 720 and 635 million years ago.

We may all come from much tougher stock than we’ve realized.

Turner’s research is published in Nature.

#Nature

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SF9 Reaction to: Calling You Out in The Middle of the Night, and Acting Strange

You see that title? It is what it is.

Setting: On a cold and stormy night~ (you think I’m kidding, but no, quite serious *innocent look*) you get a call from them asking if they can talk to you outside about something. (Confess--No. Just to talk. NOT YET) You agree and they are waiting for you outside, and you ask them what’s up. You can’t help but feel like something is amiss. Tune in to find out why. Don’t you feel like this is becoming a show series? No? Just me?

Youngbin (The Leader)

You would jog out to meet Youngbin, and call out to him when you saw him. “You dummy! Why would you come out here without a jacket?” He would take off his own and put it over your shoulders, and you would laugh, saying the thought slipped. He would sigh. “Come on, think a little. It’ll worry me to death if you don’t...” You would ask his reason for calling you out, and he would say it was nothing. You would push him to do whatever he called you out for, and that it was cold out here so you two should go inside. He would reject you and say, “It’s nothing really. I was going to ask something dumb... but...” You would put your hands on your hips and tell him to spit it out before you lost all patience. “I wanted to know if you... trusted me?” You told Youngbin you were going inside, and he held onto your arm. “Come on! I’m being serious.” You were exasperated, but it began to fade when you saw his troubled expression. You told him that of course you trust him, and that why would you go to meet someone at 1 in the morning whom you didn’t trust? You continue to ask why he really wanted to call you out, and what was bothering him. “It’s nothing, really. Don’t read into it so much.” Did he trust you, you would ask. He would nod, and you would say that if he really did, then he would tell you what was one wrong. But it was only one-sided you guessed, as you walked back to your home. He would call out to you, but you would ignore him. You heard footsteps, and suddenly, you felt your body spin in the cold air, only to be met with Youngbin’s warm embrace. (*cringe*) “I wanted to see you. I don’t know why. I don’t understand why. But I wanted to see you. That’s all and that’s why. The only thing bothering me.” You would sigh, and return the warm embrace.

(Can you imagine the cold blooded stares I am getting for this? All the declarations saying how it isn’t possible to be this close but not be something more than friends? It’s hilarious as it passed my mind just now. I’m sorry, but did you see a confession post yet? Patience, darling, patience. Edna Mode, Incredible.)

Inseong (The Smartest and the Eldest)

Inseong would be shuffling to himself, when you came up behind him (this time you had a jacket). He would jump out of his skin. “Yah! Why would you do that at such an hour?! You knew I would scream! If we get a complaint, you are paying for it!!” He would yell whisper at you, only to be met with your laugh. Seeing you would make him smile, and he would relax. You asked him what was up, and he said, “Do I need a reason to see you my dear cutie?” You said yes, if it was going to be at 2 AM. He laughed, before rocking back and forth. “Do you trust me?” You would say of course without hesitation. He would sigh in relief, and this would cause you to worry. You asked him why he was really here so late. “I just wanted... to see this view...” He would be looking at the stars when he said, and then so too would you. But what you didn’t know was that once you looked up, his eyes were all on you. You said it was beautiful, and he agreed. “Beautiful isn’t enough to describe it.” You would catch him staring and he would look around all over the place. You tilted your head in confusion as to why he was looking at you, and he would assure you that your mind was playing with you and he was totally looking at the stars.

(Welcome to a movie cliche. If you haven’t seen this in movies, your seeing it now)

Jaeyoon (The Bright Jokester)

You would run out to Jaeyoon, who was waiting for you outside. (Forgetful Floop forgot your jacket) He would be on you in an instance, asking how you could forget your jacket. You told him that it was fine, but he would insist that you go inside and get one. You gave in, and urged him to follow you. He wouldn’t though. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You told him that it made more sense for him to come in since it was cold, 3 AM, it’s better to talk inside than out here. He couldn’t refute that, but he remained still. He would say that it’s late and that he would talk to you tomorrow. You would grab his hand and tell him that you trusted him enough to let him (also that this isn’t the first time he’s been to your house) and why would you offer to let in someone this late if you didn’t trust them? Why would you even go to someone this late if you didn’t trust them. (Yes, you would beat him to the punch, because CC&I) He wouldn’t be able to respond when you started to drag him inside. You would sit on the couch, and motion for him to sit next to you, and spill out his guts. He would sit down, but he would be tense. You would grab his shoulders and massage them playfully, telling him to relax. He would turn to you with a serious expression. He would grab your hand. “What are you doing? You know, you are playing a very dangerous game.” You would laugh slightly, asking what he meant and what game would they be playing. He would let go and head towards the door. “It was a mistake to let me in. I have to go.” You would beat him to the door, and ask him what was wrong. He would tell you to move, and you would refuse to do so. He would grab your by the shoulders, and say, “Let me leave before I can’t control myself!” You would be shocked as he stood there, grip on you, but shaking. “You’re too defenseless! You’re too much for me! I can’t function when I am with you... And I’m scared of what I might do... You shouldn’t be so trusting of me...” You realized that this was what was eating at him, and hugged him. He would lean back onto the wall by the door, but you would hold him tighter than ever. “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me?” You told him that this is how you felt a while back, and that it was natural to be like this. He grabbed your hand and put it to his chest. “Is it normal for my heart to be like this around just anyone? It’s because it’s you idiot. So just let me go.” You would refuse to. “If you don’t let me go... My heart will burst.” You said his heart wouldn’t burst, and that you weren’t afraid of him because you trusted him. He would ask you why you would trust him when he has given you enough reason not to. You said it was because it was him. He would slowly break into a smile, as he slid down the wall, you still hugging him. He would hug you back, taking it all in. You would tell him that he was dumb to think you wouldn’t trust you. “You make me dumb. And crazy. And everything I’m usually not. But I love it. This...”

(Long, Not SORRY, mwahahaha)

Dawon( The Acting Joker)

For once, Dawon was all serious with you. You were thrown for a loop, when you found him sitting on a bench. You usually joke with each other, but he meant business today. You asked him if he wanted to come inside, and he said that he would be quick. “We can’t be friends anymore. I’m sorry.” He would say that looking in your eyes, and you wouldn’t believe them no matter how much they rang throughout your head. When you asked him why, he tilted his head smiling saying, “I got bored? It’s not fun anymore. But, it’s been nice?” He tried to walk away, but you ran in front of him. You told him that he wasn’t making any sense, and that he was lying. “See? You can’t even trust me enough to believe me. It’s over, okay?” He would try to walk away, but you kept moving in front of him, and he was constantly avoiding. You knew he was lying... He had to be. He wasn’t looking you in the eye, and it just didn’t seem possible that all the times together till now were just you having fun. You ran after him again, but you tripped. He heard you fall, and stopped, but he kept walking slowly. You got up and held your knee, not even wincing as your eyes were trained on him. You yelled at him not to leave! To stay with you for a bit longer! That this kind of joke was far from funny, and it was actually heartbreaking! You felt tears sting your eyes as you mustered the little control you had left, forcing yourself to yell for him to not leave you. He was already done in his tracks, and was on his way back to you. He didn’t say anything to you, just scooped you in his arms, and you held him as if your life depended on it. He took you home, and tried to clean your knee, but you refused to let him go. “I won’t leave... So let me go.” You shook your head. “Trust me... I’m begging you to trust me here.” You said that you trusted him before, and he did this. Now you were afraid to... He took your arms off him, and wiped your tears away. “I’m sorry... I won’t do this again.” As he cleaned your knees, he told you how he was insecure whenever it came to you, and that he wanted to see how you would act if he wanted to stop being friends, and whether you would trust his lies. “But when I saw your face, I instantly regretted it and wanted to hug you. It broke my heart...” You hugged him again, and he laughed. You told him you trusted him since you first met, and that this wasn’t funny. It was one of the most terrifying moment in your life. He would hug you back, stroking your back. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But, it’s great to know how much I mean to you.”

(Yeah, I know a stretch, but Coincidence sprained an ankle on irony’s convenience, so cliche and weird filled in, you feel me?)

Zuho (The Charismatic Daydreamer)

Zuho would be off. You would come out of your house, and he would of course get on your case about not wearing a jacket (cause you came out in pajamas) and give you his own. You would ask him why he called you out, and he would still be on your case. “Don’t change the subject, you need to take care of yourself!” You would yell back at him that he was changing subjects, and that he was the one to call you out in the first place. He would sigh, and say that it wasn’t anything important. You could feel he was lying, but knew how prideful he was, so you asked him to come in instead. He smirked at you. “I don’t know if you should trust me enough to come in.” You told him that this isn’t the first time he’s been over. “Yeah, but it’s never been this late when I am over. And if I do come in, I don’t think I would be able to just leave...” He would lean close to you, as his smile only grew along with your blush. “So, what shall we do in a situation like this, cutie?” You would brush him off, and tell him to come inside before he catches a cold, and he would do so. You tried to get him to talk, but he was insistent that he had nothing to say and only wanted to go to sleep now, and that he couldn’t make it home. After countless minutes of nagging, you told him that he could sleep on the couch since it was so late and went off to your own room. You went off to your own room after making sure he was settled, and laid down. But you weren’t tired anymore. Sure, you had been around Zuho a lot, but he had never been with you over night before. He always made sure to leave before it was late. Suddenly you heard the door open, and you pretended to be asleep. You felt weight on your bed, and a pair of arms hold you close to a body. You willed yourself not to move, and to calm your heart but it was useless with Zuho so close! “You must really trust me to stay with you for the night, and to hold you like this. But you’re terrible at feigning sleep.” You kept the lie alive, but felt the heat creeping to your ears. “It’s gotten so bad, that the only thing that can put me to sleep is the sound of your heartbeat... The heart that goes crazy just for me.”

Rowoon (The Caring and Cheerful)

Rowoon would call you out, but he would meet you at the door. He wouldn’t want you to be walking around so late in the night, and he was even skeptical about calling you out in the first place. “I’m sorry... to call you out so late. I just wanted to ask you something.” You would tell him to come inside and that you two could talk there, and he refused. “No, I don’t want to take up too much time. Besides it’s late and...” You told him that he was right. It was late and cold, so he should just come in already. You joked and said it was dangerous outside, and that you should both go in where it’s safe. He would be so reluctant, until you took his hand. You would shut the front door and try to let go of his hand, but he held it tight. He looked at you, fear in his eyes. “I... don’t want to let you... go...” He would hug you tightly. You would try to ask him what’s wrong, but he would only call your name over and over again. “I don’t trust myself around you anymore. When you’re around, I start to do things and feel things that I normally don’t. And if I can’t trust myself around you, why should you trust me? I’m so confused about everything, and it’s terrifying!” He would drag you down to the floor, and would hug you still. You would hug him back, and tell him that you trusted him. That he should be much more confident in himself. It would take a good amount of time to pacify him, and you would wind up talking into the dead of the night, about random things... pointless things. But needless to say, he would feel better by the end of the night.

Taeyang (The Thoughtful Fashionista)

You would come out groggy and sleepy, and Taeyang would instantly feel bad. “Were you asleep? I’m sorry. You can go back inside, and I’ll just talk to you tomorrow.” It was 4 AM, and you were sleepy, but you were more concerned about Taeyang. He never calls you out this late/early about anything. You would tell him that he could come in and just sleep on the couch, and he would agree. He didn’t want to leave after coming this far, and he wanted to make sure you were getting enough sleep (for some reason). He would even go as far as walking you to your room, and sitting on the bed with you until you fall asleep. You would ask him if he was going to go to sleep too. “I will. After you fall asleep.” You would ask him if he was going to leave. “I won’t. Don’t worry.” As you drifted off to sleep, you heard Taeyang say, “Sometimes I wonder if I am good enough... To do what I love... To be around you... To be...” You felt yourself tell him before you fell asleep that you trust him, and that he is amazing. You fell asleep, leaving your words time to echo throughout Taeyang’s mind. He would lie down beside you instead of on the couch, and smile as you slept. “How can I walk away from you when you say something so cute?”

Hwiyoung (The Emotional Gentleman)

Hwiyoung would be the most random, which is out of character for him. He would ramble on about anything and everything out in the cold, and eventually you would have to cut him off, and ask him to come inside your house where it was warm inside. “Ehh, but were just talking about animals!” When you both were finally both inside, you sat him down, and asked him what was wrong. “It’s nothing. Anyway, the movie is about this cat--” You would call out to him over and over again, and he would try to continue, until finally he burst out. “I just wanted to see, can’t I want to see you!?” You would be taken aback, and wouldn’t know what to say. He would add really quietly, “I just suddenly wanted to see you... Is that so wrong?” You would tell him that it wasn’t, but that it was strange to call you out so late. He told you that he was just worried about things. You knew he didn’t want to go to deep into it, and simply told him that it was natural to have worries, but that they shouldn’t define him. He took your words in, and felt a bit better.

Chani (The Brave Maknae)

Chani would only call you out if he was absolutely worried about something. You would come out to him, and he wouldn’t tell you a word, but he would just hug you right away. You would ask him surprised, what was up, and he would say, “Please, just let me hug you right now.” You would let him do that. You would take him home, and then you would get him to spill his guts. He would tell you how he was worried about what felt to be everything, and how he felt like his thoughts weren’t even his. “I think I know what I want, and them it feels like it isn’t so simple anymore. I want this, and then that, but which one is real? Do I even know what I want? How can I do anything if I can’t trust my own thoughts?” You would sigh, and tell him that not knowing what you want, and being confused is all a part of life. You can’t let the worries pile up, or it will get too big for you to handle. You told him that he should take things as they come, and if he ever needed someone to rely on, that he could trust you. Despite all odds, he would feel better by your words, and would finally smile. He would then joke that it was weird to hear you being so serious. “It’s strange... but thanks. I feel like it isn’t so bad right now. Especially since I am with you.”

Sorry!!!! I broke the trend!!! This reaction/ scenario was a mixture of both serious and strange. The focus was on trust if you could not tell, and was a bit oddly paced, but I still hoped you enjoyed. Have a nice day, and bye bye.

#sf9 reactions #sf9 reaction #sf9 scenarios #sf9 scenario #sf9 youngbin #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 zuho #sf9 taeyang #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 chani #sf9 rowoon #sf9 #kpop reaction #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario

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The Party

Main Pairing(s): Kellic

Sub Pairing(s): Ryden, Cashby, and Andley

AU: High School Party

Warning(s): Smut, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Alcohol

Rating: M

Words: 2833

“Kells I have detention.” I groaned.

“How’d you manage that? You’re practically the teacher’s pet.” Kellin said without thinking. I shot him a warning look.

“I was late to the same class five times. Apparently getting detentions for five lates is a new thing they put in the rulebook.” I sighed in annoyance.

“I thought that was always in the rulebook. I get detentions just by being late once.”

“That’s not because you’re late Kells it’s because you blatantly refuse to do what the teachers say.” I deadpanned.

“They can’t control me.” Kellin shrugged his shoulders carelessly. “Anyway when do you have detention?” He asked.

“I have it today after school with Mr. Way the drama class teacher.�� I said, not looking forward to it at all.

“Well it is Mr. Way. He’ll find a way to make it interesting.” Kellin’s face then turned into a mischevious smile.

“Whatever it is you’re going to ask, the answer is no.” I said.

“Aww come on you didn’t even hear me out yet.” Kellin whined playfully.

“No, you’re gonna ask me to skip detention so we can spend more time together. I’m not getting into more trouble.”

“You know me too well.” Kellin grumbled. “But still we don’t get to hang out anymore, you’re always at home doing homework or at school in the early hours of the morning doing class president stuff. The only time I’m busy is on Wednesdays to practice cross country and Fridays at games.”

“Which I’m proud of you for finding something to do after school.” I said. “But Kellin this is already damaging my reputation, I can’t skip detention.” I sighed.

“There’s a party this weekend at Oliver’s house. We can go to that, right?” Kellin asked full of hope.

“Maybe.” I decided.

Kellin cheered and hugged me. “I love you babe!” He giggled. He’s such a girl sometimes, whether it’s his giggling or his feminine features.

“Alright Kells we have class, we gotta go now.” I said, frowning because I didn’t want to leave him.

“But I don’t wanna.” He whined, drawing out the ‘a’ in wanna.

“You’ll see me at lunch.” I smiled.

He stopped whining and perked up at that, kissing me and then running to his first period class.

—–

It was now Saturday and saying that I was nervous was an understatement.

My phone rang and I jumped in my seat then reached over to my phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Babe I’m at your front door, the party starts in an hour.”

I sighed, getting up and picking out proper clothes. After school yesterday I was too tired to change so I ended up sleeping in my school uniform.

“Babe? I’m coming in your house.”

“Kellin-” but there was already a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in Kellin.” I sighed.

Kellin opened my door and said, “Babe are you rea- why are you wearing your uniform?” He gave me an odd look.

“I feel asleep as soon as I got home yesterday and didn’t bother changing all day today.” I explained.

“Oh, well get dressed in something better. Our school uniform is hideous.” He scrunched his face up in disgust.

“Kells your gay is showing.” I laughed.

Then Kellin made a ridiculously stereotypical gay pose and talking in a valley girl accent. “I’m not gay I’m fabulous.” Kellin spoke.

I rolled my eyes laughing and picked out some ripped black skinny jeans, converse, and a blink-182 shirt and began to take my uniform off.

Kellin whistled at me as I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt and I rolled my eyes again, continuing to take off my clothes.

“Ooh that ass.” Kellin whistled. I threw my jacket and shirt at his face and he just laughed at me and I took the rest of my uniform off.

Kellin walked up to me just as I was picking my skinny jeans off of the ground and spanked me hard.

“Kellin!” I squeaked in surprise. He just laughed and walked back to my door and leaned against it, continuing to be a creep and watch me get dressed.

I slipped on my clothing and my converse and put on some light eyeliner and grabbed my green flannel then we left to Oliver’s party.

—–

“Kellin! Vic! Glad you guys could make it.” Oliver patted us both on the back harshly and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I resisted the urge to gag.

I just nodded my head and Kellin spoke, “Duh, wouldn’t miss your parties for the world man!” He high fived Oliver and you could practically hear the slap over the loud music.

Oliver showed us where everything was and then walked off with his group of friends to probably get even more wasted than he already was.

I looked around, seeing some friends from school when I spotted the vice president from school and my jaw dropped, seeing as he was on the a coffee table wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Hey what are you looking at? Oh shit is that Alan?” Kellin started laughing his ass off.

I ran over to Alan and shouted at him over the music. He got off the table, grabbing a drink from Austin, his boyfriend I believe, and said, “Hey Vic! Great party, huh?” His words were slurred together. Yep, definitely drunk.

“Alan I think you need to slow down. Go get some water.” I suggested. Alan was a wild drunk. He spouted random shit when he was wasted. One time he even told us about one of his weird fantasies. And you may think it was one of those innocently weird fantasies, but no, Alan’s fantasy consisted of cats, Austin, and nutella. I shuddered just thinking about it.

“Nahh brah! I’m having so much fun right now! Austin baby!” I face palmed. Alan you need help.

Kellin ran over to me, seemingly out of breath and said, “Where the hell did you go? I lost you in the crowd.”

“I was talking to Alan. He’s wasted.” I sighed. Why am I always the adult figure here? Everyone here acts like a god damn child.

“Babe I think you need a drink. Loosen up a bit.” He suggested.

I looked at Kellin with wide eyes and shook my head furiously. “No that won’t be necessary Kellin. I’m fine.”

“Come on. Just one is all I’m asking.” He begged. I sighed. One drink can’t be that bad..

—–

How many drinks have I had? Twenty? I’m not sure, I lost count after ten. Right now I was currently dancing on top of the same table Alan was dancing on because of a dare Austin gave me. Everyone was laughing and I was too. I got off the table and sat back down next to Kellin.

“Alright my turn. Alan truth or dare?”

Alan tensed up, he was sitting in Austin’s lap. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to pick him.

“T-Truth.” He stuttered with a blush. That’s cute.

Some of the others snickered because Alan chose truth and not dare but I don’t blame him, a lot of us got some really weird or sexual dares. Brendon got dared to lick nutella off of Ryan’s nipple, Ashley got dared to hump a wall, Ronnie got dared to moon the whole group, and CC was dared to stick his dick out the window at people passing by outside. Thankfully they didn’t call the cops and just laughed or took pictures.

“What are your kinks?” I asked, thinking he’ll just say something strange about cats.

“W-well.. Um.. I like whips and chains, blindfolds and um..” He paused, as if wondering whether or not he should say the last one, while everyone but Austin is sitting there with their jaws dropped and Austin just had a cocky smirk on his face.

Austin leaned over and whispered something into Alan’s ear and Alan blushed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Out with it babe.” Austin encouraged, still smirking.

Alan mumbled something which I guess was the other kink he wanted to say but none of us heard it.

“Alan speak up.” I said.

“I said I also like spanking and daddy dom/little boy.” Alan was blushing as red as a tomato right now and I was just sitting there in shock. That was unexpected.

A loud cough was heard all throughout the group and everyone looked to see who it is that made the cough.

“I think we should play a different game.” It was Oliver.

“What game?” Brendon asked curiously.

“Seven minutes in heaven.” He grinned.

—–

About an hour after everyone played seven minutes in heaven, the party died down by a lot and people were leaving. I went to say bye to Oliver because I wanted to go home and not end up staying the night here, knowing the guys like to play pranks on each other when Kellin grabbed my wrist and led me upstairs.

“Kellin?” He didn’t say anything, he just kept pulling me by the wrist to the top of the stairwell and went to the back of the hallway and opened a door.

As soon as he closed the door behind us, Kellin crushed his lips against mine and started rolling his hips into mine. Holy shit, are we doing this now?

I tried pushing Kellin off of me to see what’s gotten into him but he wouldn’t budge. I mentally sighed and figured why the fuck not and kissed him back, rolling my hips into his.

Kellin made a barely audible moan against my lips but I still heard it. He broke the kiss and moved down to kiss my neck, kissing my jaw on the way. I was panting heavily and was honestly a bit curious as to what’s gotten into Kellin.

“Kells, what’s gotten into you?” I asked, still panting heavily.

He didn’t answer, instead he bit down on my sweet spot and sucked on it, causing me to moan softly.

“Less talking, more moaning.” He smirked up at me as he took my shirt off and kissed down my chest.

I let him do as he pleased as he got down to my jeans and began to push the button through the hole and unzipped them. Wow we’re seriously doing this.

He pulled my jeans and boxers off in one go, taking off my socks and shoes as well and took my dick straight into his mouth.

“Oh shit..” I groaned, running my fingers through his hair and Kellin bobbed his head up and down on my cock.

He ran his tongue up and down my shaft, dipping his tongue in my slit whenever he would come back up to my tip. It was when he hollowed he cheeks out from sucking so hard that I had to pull on his hair for him to come back up.

“K-Kells that’s enough..” I stuttered but he wouldn’t stop.

“K-Kellin I wanna f-fuck you.” I kept pulling on his hair but he wouldn’t budge. Soon my pleas for him to stop turned into pleas for him to keep going.

“Oh fuck Kells don’t stop.” I moaned. I was so, so close.

To my disappointment, Kellin stopped and came back up, smirking evilly.

“You’re so gonna get it.” I growled and pushed him onto the bed in the middle of the room. I started tearing off his clothes one by one until he was down to his boxers.

At this point Kellin was panting, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. “Turn over.” I ordered and he willingly complied. “Ass up.” He lifted his hips in the air as I stood.

I pulled his boxers off of him and threw them with the rest of his clothes on the floor, shoes and socks included.

I drew my hand back and spanked him hard. He jolted forward with a loud, surprised cry. I spanked him two more times and he was breathing heavier.

I walked into the mini bathroom that was attached to the room and rumaged through the cabinets until I found lotion. This’ll have to do.

I walked back into the room Kellin was in, he still had his ass in the air and he was breathing heavily. The sight was hot as hell and I had to stop myself from fucking him without preparation and lube.

I bit my lip and walked over to Kellin, pouring some of the lotion onto my fingers and prodded at Kellin’s entrance.

Kellin let out a whine and pushed back onto my finger and I pushed it in, slowly pushing it in and out.

Kellin moaned and was surprising myself with how much self control I was having right now. I added another finger and that just made Kellin moan louder.

I made a scissor-like motion with my fingers, stretching him out as much as I could before adding a third and final finger. At this point Kellin was pushing himself against my finger and moaning like a needy little slut. Oh god I need him now. I pulled my fingers out and Kellin whined.

“Oh just you wait.” I growled in his ear and I lubed myself up with the lotion. I slowly pushed in, groaning at the feeling.

“Mmh..” Kellin moaned, tightly clutching at the sheets.

I began thrusting at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt Kellin, even though I’m sure he’d enjoy considering he likes it rough. I pulled his hair back so that his back was to my chest.

“Yeah you like that?” I growled huskily into his ear. He just moaned in reply, thrusting his hips back onto mine.

“Yes! Oh fuck.. Vic..!” He moaned and I growled at his words. He so fucking sexy..

“More! Oh fuck! Please more!” He begged. I love it when he begs.

I thrusted faster into him, our skin making loud slapping sounds every time I’d thrust back into him.

“Yes! Oh shit!” He moaned.

I scratched down his back, leaving faint pink marks behind and he absolutely loved it.

I flipped us over so he was on top and he began to wildly bounce on top of me.

“Fuck..” I whispered. He began to grind onto me, practically massaging my dick inside of him.

I threw my head back against the bed, squeezing my eyes shut in pleasure.

“Oh god Kells more..” I pleaded. He gyrated his hips and that’s when I felt the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Shit Kells I’m close.” I warned. He moaned in reply, telling me he was too.

I took ahold of Kellin and stroked him quickly, desperate to get him off. He moaned loudly and threw his head back.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming.. I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He shouted as he unloaded all over my lower abdomen and a little on himself.

The squeezing aroundy dick set me off and I came inside of him, groaning loudly.

After a minute of heavy breathing, he picked himself up and layed down next to me.

“Wanna head home?” I asked.

He nodded and we picked up our clothes and put them on after cleaning ourselves up.

We walked out to Kellin’s car and I got in the driver’s seat, seeing as Kellin probably shouldn’t drive when his you-know-what hurts.

We drove off to my place in comfortable silence. I looked over at Kellin to see he was asleep and I mentally awed at him. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping. He looked like an angel.

When we finally arrived at my place, I got out of the car and picked up Kellin, careful not to wake him cause he was still sleeping, and kicked my door cause I couldn’t knock.

“Coming!” Mike called from the other side. He opened the door and looked at me in confusion and then saw Kellin and a look of realization crossed his face and he stepped to the side to let me in.

I carried him up to my room and lightly set him down on my bed as I quickly changed into a muscle tank, sweatpants and a new pair of boxers.

I gently shook Kellin awake and he groaned, mumbling a ‘five more minutes’ and turned over.

“Babe you need to get changed and then we can cuddle.” That woke him up.

He got up sleepily and began taking his clothes off. I helped him because he was struggling with doing so and grabbed one of my shirts that was too big on him and let him borrow a pair of my boxers and a pair of my sweatpants.

I helped him put those on and he slumped back onto my bed and I laid down next to him, pulling the covers over us and he cuddled into my chest.

“Vic?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Kells.” I smiled and kissed his forehead as we both drifted off.

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