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muffins

viktor x f! reader

3.8k, MDNI, no use of (y/n)

description: Viktor had been so kind as to agree to help you out with your midterm prep, so you thought baking him muffins would be a great way to repay him. However, an accidental secret ingredient gets in the way of studying.

warnings: Age gap, roomie smut, more story than smut, p in v, sex pollen/serum (with pretty explicit consent), overall jolly good fun, no harm no foul, yippee!

a/n: inspired by @the-hidden-pages story, Human Testing because it’s one of the first viktor x reader fics i ever read and i STRONGLY recommend!

Any student should feel lucky to have the smartest men at the academy as their roommates. Being an undergraduate biochem student who had to work to pay her own tuition, going to lecture wasn’t always an option. That’s when you’d bake a tray of brownies or do some extra dishes and call in a favor from one of your roomies.

It happened all the time, which made you incredibly thankful to have one people-pleaser in the apartment. Jayce was always willing to put aside whatever he was doing and help you out on your Arcane Studies homework or your Bioengineering project. Last semester, finals week consisted of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on the rug of the living room, paper scattered all over the floor as you tried to decipher the grading scale of your Organic Chemistry class to see what the lowest grade on the test you could get was and still wind up with a passing grade (something Jayce had done plenty of times in his undergrad years).

Viktor, on the other hand, had gotten somewhat tired of your constant requests for him to backtrack and dive into knowledge he hadn’t tapped for years now. He was never particularly rude about it, but you were very perceptive. When you asked him to repeat an explanation once or twice, you noticed the growing exhaustion on his face that bordered frustration and you stopped asking for his help going forward. It wasn’t to his own fault, you could be pretty needy sometimes, so more often than not, you just asked Jayce.

Only, Jayce was out of town for a Hextech press conference this weekend, the weekend before you had your Arcane Studies midterm. In a heartbreaking display, he had apologized profusely for not being able to help, inches away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. You assured him none of that was necessary, and that you’d just stay up studying in the library or even reach out to your TA (who you’d never even spoken to before in class or outside of it, and who you were certain would be less helpful than Jayce).

To remedy your situation–even though you pinkie promised him you didn’t need him to–he took it upon himself to ask Viktor to help you cram study on Sunday night, the night before your midterm. While Jayce asked, you did your best to listen from your bedroom, the next room over. You heard some grumbling from Viktor and a muffled, yet compelling “She’s our roommate and she bakes us nice things” from Jayce.

Apparently that last bit must have been very rousing, because shortly after, Jayce was at your door telling you that Viktor agreed to a maximum of three hours of cramming that would begin no earlier than eight at night.

You worked for all of Saturday’s daylight hours, and then finalized your experimental serum for your Advanced Biochemistry project. For the biochem class, you’d been studying methods of enhancing senses for the first half of the quarter and your midterm project involved making a serum that could temporarily improve the performance of one human sense. Around three weeks ago, you and your classmates drew topics from a hat and your fingers emerged with “arousal” on a piece of paper. Needless to say, you were concerned. You thought the serum project would be fairly straightforward, and had already brainstormed ideas for vision enhancing serums or hearing aid serums, but arousal? You had to think out of the box for that one.

When you finished up your last touches to the serum, you were left with enough time at night to get ingredients to bake Viktor some muffins as a sign of your gratitude. You got enough stuff for twice as much as you would’ve made for Jayce and actually stuck to the recipe this time. Keeping Viktor happy was a very delicate ecosystem and there could be no tampering.

It wasn’t that he was a grump or even that he hated you, he was just too busy to want to help and too intelligent to want to backtrack. Once he had even looked at what you were studying and said, “I’d have to go too far back to help you.” That was inspiring.

You poured the contents of your tote bag on the counter.

On your better days, you and Viktor actually got along quite well. Those were the rare days when Viktor got more than three hours of sleep and ate a full meal before two pm. In his best conditions, the two of you were good friends.

The best days were when he and Jayce both come home early enough for you to make them a home cooked meal. Then you’d all curl up on the couch and watch a movie. The last time that happened, Jayce picked some superhero movie you’d never heard of and you and Viktor both fell asleep. You woke up the next morning asleep on Viktor’s chest with four blankets piled on top of you both. Jayce said he knew both of you ran cold, so he took the blankets from your beds. You and Viktor never talked about that night.

The exhaustion of your stressful Saturday had leaked into your studying Sunday, and in a tired stupor, you whisked together all the ingredients for the muffins and poured them haphazardly into the mold. They might not look pretty, but at least they’d taste good.

You pulled the freshly baked muffins from the oven and rested them on the stovetop. The sweet aroma of warm blueberry filled the apartment. It must have roused Viktor from whatever he was working on in his room, because he emerged a full quarter of an hour earlier than your agreed upon study time.

“Hey,” you said. “I made you some muffins as a thank you. They’re still hot, though, I wasn’t expecting you for another fifteen minutes.”

“That’s fine,” he said, setting himself at the kitchen table and sipping from a cup of coffee that had been there since Jayce was still in town. “Would you like to begin now?”

You grab all your study guides and homework assignments and your assortment of chicken scratch notes and slide them over to him on the table.

“Are your midterms cumulative?” He asked, finishing the remnants of his cold coffee.

“No,” you answered. Thank God. If you had to remember everything that was in the last midterm you’d be losing your mind right about now. “Everything past Arcane History will be on the test.”

“Mm. I see.”

He scans your notes for another five minutes.

“I’ll quiz you,” he decided, standing up to check on the temperature of the cooling muffins on the stovetop.

“Uh, okay.” You didn’t typically study by being quizzed, especially when you hardly went to lecture and didn’t even know most of the material. But you didn’t want to risk arguing with Viktor and have him decide to take his muffin to-go.

“Tell me why the Arcane can manifest in such unpredictable manners?”

“Because…” you started to think that maybe going to your TA wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Your TA was just a random graduate student. The roommate that was helping you study now was one of the inventors of Hextech, the researcher responsible for some of the greatest advancements in Piltover’s modern understanding of the Arcane. “...it reflects the intentions of the user.”

“Correct,” he says, affording you a rare Viktor smile. “Would you like a muffin?”

You had intended for the muffins to be entirely Viktor’s, but you hadn’t eaten all day and gods, they smelled good. Plus, it was like a reward for getting an answer right.

“Sure, thanks.”

You watch as Viktor plucks two muffins from the tin and comes back to seat himself at the table. He hands one to you and sorts through the papers you’ve scattered on the desk as he brings a small chunk to his mouth. You do the same.

Something tastes slightly off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s possible the ratio is off, and in your tired state you added too little vanilla extract or too much vegetable oil. Regardless, they’re not bad at all.

“Your notes are a little bit difficult to–” Viktor stops before finishing his sentence. He pulls out a sheet of paper from the pile and reads it, his eyes widening a bit as he does.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“These notes are from your biochem class,” he says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a few seconds over the piece of paper. “This is an interesting assignment…”

“Oh,” you feel your cheeks growing hot. “Sorry, that’s not supposed to be in there.”

You reach out to take the paper from him, but he pulls it back as you do. He’s still reading it. You’d really like him to stop reading about your own aphrodisiac serum, but your embarrassment is a bit unwarranted. After all, you didn’t make the serum because you wanted it, you made it because it was a graded assignment. Nothing more. So what if you did eventually garner interest in the topic. So much interest, in fact, that you did extensive research into the properties your serum could afford and spent long hours in your lab experimenting with it. Shamefully, yes, you had tried some of it. Mainly to test its efficiency but also out of plain curiosity. You had determined that it was safe, most importantly, but you’d also learned that it tasted horrible. To counter that, you’d added some–

“Oh fuck!” You shout as you scoot your chair so far back so quickly that it topples over. You stumble over your bag on the floor as you sprint to the kitchen.

“Is something wrong?” Viktor asks from his seated position.

“Don’t eat the muffin!” You exclaim as you run to the counter space next to the stove, your heart pounding.

You confirm your worst fear. The bottle of vanilla extract you picked up from the supermarket sits on the counter, the protective seal still intact. Your arousal serum, however, is halfway empty a few inches beside the extract.

You turn around slowly to face Viktor.

“It’s a bit late for that,” Viktor says, holding up the half of his muffin that remains. “Did something happen?”

You eye your own muffin on the table, half eaten as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you scrambled back toward the table where Viktor sat, the serum held tight by your hand. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

“No,” Viktor says, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

Come on, just get it out already. You have to tell him, it would be morally bankrupt not to.

“I accidentally drugged you.”

Okay, maybe not like that.

Viktor just stared at you, his expression unchanged. You sort of just wished he would yell at you so that you could get the encounter over with, but no such luck. He just sat, unphased, until he picked up the notes he was looking at earlier.

“With this?” He asks. Even his voice is still even. You knew that if the roles had been reversed you would be fracking out, absolutely bouncing off the walls.

“Yes, but don’t worry I’ve done lots of research on this serum,” you say, taking the notes from Viktor and looking them over. You read the list two or three times, scanning for any sort of antidote for ingestion. You saw none. “How could I have not included an antidote?” You mutter, mentally beating yourself up.

“It’s okay,” Viktor said and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him from your notes. “It is safe, yes? It won’t kill us?”

“No, it won’t, but it’s a powerful aphrodisiac and I added half the serum to those muffins. If my math is right, you’re taking three times the recommended dosage.”

“But I only ate half the muffin,” Viktor counters. Again, you’re shocked by how unphased he is.

“Okay, then one and a half times the dosage,” you shrug off his comment as you look for anything in your notes that might reveal a way to undo this mess.

“I assume this means you no longer wish to study?” Viktor says.

“How are you so calm about this?” You finally burst out, slamming the paper down on the table to look at him.

Big mistake.

Once you see him, you become lightheaded and your knees buckle beneath you. You have to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.

“Are you alright?” Viktor asks.

“I-I’m fine,” you shake your head in an attempt to get some blood flowing to your brain. No luck.

“Since you’re obviously worked up about this, why don’t you tell me how it works and then we can go from there.”

“It’s a fast acting stimulant,” you say, burying your face in your hands. “The chemistry is irrelevant since I have no goddamn cure for it, but it works the same as any other aphrodisiac. It makes you susceptible to arousal and heightens it by three times at a normal dosage, and in our case… nearly five times.”

“Intriguing,” he says, eyeing the muffin that lays neglected on the table. “Such a strange class project. Aren’t there moral quandaries to be had for such a substance?”

“Yes of course there are, which is why I made it so that it only takes effect if there’s already a degree of attraction in place–”

You shouldn’t have said anything. Especially not when you’re so clearly affected by it in the presence of Viktor. Way to sell yourself out.

“So you’re saying…”

You groan out in frustration, but once you look at Viktor you’re reminded of why you had your face buried in your hands. Somehow every feature of his seems five times more beautiful than you normally regarded them. His perfectly angular nose, his narrowed amber eyes, his messy hair which fell in ways you could never recreate on paper…

“I have a feeling you know exactly what I’m saying.” You squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn’t see him, he couldn’t torture you.

Or so you thought.

A tantalizing graze of his hand on yours shot shivers down your spine. You pulled away so fast that a few of the papers on the desk shifted from the shear force of the wind.

“Don’t do that,” you seethed, sucked your teeth as you pressed your eyes shut so hard that you saw stars.

“Because…it affects you?” His voice was raspy and slow, or maybe that’s just what the serum was making you hear. Every bit of what he was doing seemed five times as attractive as it would normally be.

You’d done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Viktor for almost a year now. Being roommates with someone you found incredibly attractive was no easy task. And now all of your efforts were thrown out the window because of a stupid baking mishap.

“You’re being cruel,” you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, your voice coming out whinier than you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he stifles a laugh. “Would you open your eyes?”

“I can’t,” you groan, shoving your hands against your face again. “It’s best if I just go to my room and wait it out. Thank you for trying to study with me but I’m just gonna have to accept a shitty grade tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them down from your face so that you had to look at him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken biochemistry, and I certainly haven’t studied aphrodisiacs, but the effects should go away after the serum is put to use, correct?”

You thought back to your experimentation phase. All the nights you spent alone in your lab trying out the efficacy of the serum resulted in the effects dissipating once climax was reached. It had certainly been the least orthodox experimentation phase you’d ever undergone.

“Yes, that’s correct,” you say reluctantly. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to let your eyes explore Viktor’s face, then his long, narrow neck protruding his sweater, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a deep breath, then the sharp clavicle poking from–

Get yourself together.

“If you’re willing to retake the class–a class you should easily pass, given your access to the two most prevalent scientists in the field–then by all means, go to your room.” Viktor pulls his hands away from you, then picks up the muffin, peeling off the paper from the bottom. He picks off a piece and drops it onto his tongue.

“What are you doing? You’re just going to make it worse!”

He smirks at you, then sets the muffin back down. “It’s a very good muffin. You’re an excellent baker.”

Fuck.

“You’re playing with me,” you shake your head in disbelief.

“No, dearest, I am not playing with you,” he says, standing up from his chair, then moving toward you tantalizingly slow. He takes a seat on the table in front of you, then crosses his hands on his lap. “You’re smart enough to recognize the alternative I am offering to you.”

Your heart stops. You look at his half eaten muffin, although more than half is gone now with the addition of that last bite.

“You…” The idea is almost impossible for you to grasp, let alone put into words. “You want to expedite the process?”

“That’s certainly one way of putting it,” Viktor laughs. He reaches for a strand of your distressed hair and pushes it behind your ear.

“But you’re not even attracted to me!”

“What makes you think that?” Viktor says, retracting his hand, only to place it over yours on the desk.

“Because if you were, you’d be much more affected right now. I mean, look at me!” You gesture to yourself with your free hand. “I’m a mess! I’m on the brink of breaking out in a sweat and my hands are clammy and you’re just sitting there!”

Viktor laughs to himself as if he’s in on some kind of inside joke that you know nothing about.

“I’ve had lots of practice in concealing my excitement around you,” he finally says, slowly, seductively, the words dripping from his chin as his cold eyes bore into you.

“What?”

You know what he said. In fact, you understand it perfectly, but you can’t be sure it actually came from his mouth because it seems so perfectly unreal. So dream-like, so idealistic, so fantastical.

“You’ve done a good enough job at hiding your attraction, too,” Viktor says. “I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for tonight’s incident. Which is exactly why I’ve felt the need to hide my own.”

“You’ve liked me?”

You still can’t wrap your head around the idea.

“I’ve admired you,” he smiles, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, reminding you just how potent your little sex serum really is.

In fact, it’s so powerful that you hardly have to put any thought into leaping up from your chair and pushing your lips against his. Before you can third guess his affection, his hands are interlaced with your hair, pushing you deeper into his lips as his tongue begs to be let into your needy mouth.

Now it was clear to see how much the serum had actually affected him. In mere seconds, his hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you up onto the table to straddle him with strength you didn’t even know he possessed. His breathy little moans sent you further into madness and you yanked his sweater off of his head, forcing your mouth off of his for just a few seconds, but once that sweater was off, your lips clung together like magnets.

Deft fingers unbuttoned your long sleeve shirt and he pulled it off your arms so quickly that you worried for a second that he might have ripped it. But you didn't care. You couldn’t possibly be concerned with a silly shirt when Viktor was beneath you on the kitchen table like a meal.

The serum didn’t exactly allow either of your minds to comprehend much foreplay. You fiddled with Viktor’s belt and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. Once both of you were exposed, he didn’t waste any time positioning you above his cock.

“So wet for me,” Viktor whined against your bare chest. “Is that the serum’s doing or is it mine?”

“Yours,” you whimper as Viktor slides his tip beneath your folds. “If it were anyone else in the room with me when I took the serum, I’d be unaffected.”

“I’m flattered,” he smiles cruelly as he thrusts up into you.

“Oh fuck,” you whine as your rest your heavy head on Viktor’s shoulder.

He brings his hands to your waist and guides you up and down as his hips meet your core in long, languid thrusts. The serum sets every single nerve on fire, making it seem as if each of his thrusts has the impact of twenty.

You moan muffled strangulations of his name into his neck, which only urges him to persist with his cruel thrusts. The sound of your cunt being abused fills the kitchen and you’re wildly thankful that Jayce is out of town.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Viktor pants. “You have no idea.”

You really did have no idea. He hid it so well. You silently thanked whatever force had caused you to accidentally throw the serum into the muffin mix.

“So have I,” you whined against his skin. “Fuck…don’t stop…”

Each thrust is punctuated by the creaks of the sturdy kitchen table below you. His motions become quicker, shakier, and more intense and you can tell he’s reaching the end along with you. Your legs begin to shake and you feel that familiar tickling sensation in your core that the serum does a beautiful job at emulating.

“Viktor, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” you moan as you lift your head from the crook of his neck. You bring your lips to his and he delivers his final thrusts. As he fills you, your moans echo on each other’s lips, a feeling you never thought you’d experience with your own brilliant roommate.

Your breathing steadies and Viktor wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to him as he tries to collect himself as well.

“You…” Viktor pants, “are forbidden from using that kitchen ever again.”

You laugh as you bring yourself off of him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you collect yourself. “That sounds fair to me.”

[eyekonimations]

── intraverbal - a type of verbal behavior where a speaker responds to the verbal behavior of another person, typically in a conversation

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Not Impressed Part 2 – Tyler Owens

Part 1

A few days after we met the Tornado Wranglers, I was on campus. I stayed in one of the study rooms that I use for my tutoring sessions. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I tutor other students in the library. After my last student left, I spent time working on my own homework.

When I got bored with my biochemistry homework, I started scrolling on social media. My heart jumped into my throat when I stumbled across the Tornado Wranglers. I got caught up in a social media spiral and started watching old videos.

Whatever I tried, I couldn't stop myself from going through their YouTube page. I was still watching them on my phone as I walked out of the library. I was almost to my car when the video I was watching was interrupted by a loud alert on my phone.

My heart plummeted as I read the tornado warning for the area. In ten seconds, people were running through the parking lot. I was almost at the nearest building when. . . I don't know what happened next. I blacked out.

When I woke up, I had no idea how much time had passed. I tried to get up, but there was something stopping me. I looked down, and through my hazy eyes, I could see a piece of metal pinning me to the ground. I looked around, searching for something to help.

I finally found a tree branch and struggled to reach it. When I finally grabbed it, I hit it against the metal thing on top of me. I hit it as long as I could. With each swing, I got weaker and weaker.

Right as I was about to give up, I heard what sounded like a truck or van pulling over. I thought I heard footsteps as I hit the metal thing one last time before my arm gave out and the tree branch fell out of my hand.

"Y/N?"

I could barely see him through the blood and dark spots in my eyes. "Tyler?" I asked weakly.

"I'm here," he soothed. "Just hang on, alright? Don't move. We don't want your injuries getting worse."

"I can't. . ."

"It's okay," he said gently when I didn't continue. "I'll get you out there as soon as I can."

I closed my eyes, the pounding in my head and the pain in my chest starting to get unbearable. I opened my eyes to see him trying and failing to lift the metal thing off me. The longer he struggled, the more pain flooded my body.

"Tyler," I whimpered. He stopped and looked at me when I said his name.

"It's going to be okay. Just hang on," he shushed. I closed my eyes again as he shouted, "I need some help over here!"

Just then, several members of his team came running over. They each took a different corner of the metal thing and lifted it.

"She's free!" Someone yelled.

Two pairs of hands reached down and grabbed my shoulders. When I opened my eyes, I saw Tyler and the one I think is called Boone, gently pulling me out. Once I was free, Tyler pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

I couldn't fight it anymore as the darkness started to take over. As I lost the fight, I heard Boone panic, "What. . . What do we do?"

"We need to get her to the nearest hospital," Tyler said. "Now."

* * * * *

I woke up to a steady beeping. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the annoying light. The next thing I noticed was the sound of someone pacing back and forth. It hurt, but I turned toward the pacing.

"Y/N," Tyler gasped as he rushed over to the chair next to my bed and sat down.

"Tyler," I said weakly. "What are you doing here?"

"Wait. . . You don't remember what happened?"

I ignored my pounding head as I thought back. "I was on campus. I was leaving the library when. . ." Tears filled my eyes as I finished, "There was a tornado."

I closed my eyes, hoping the tears wouldn't spill down my face. I opened my eyes when I felt Tyler gently take my hand.

"You're okay," he whispered. "You have a couple of broken ribs, but no internal bleeding. Doc says you do have a concussion, though, so they want to keep you another day."

I couldn't look away from him. "You and your team found me," I said slowly.

"I can't take all the credit," he smiled. "We probably wouldn't have found you if you weren't using that tree branch to alert those nearby. That was pretty smart, Ms. Not Impressed. Can I change your nickname?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ms. Not Impressed," he repeated. "I figured. . . hoped that you'd be a little bit impressed now."

Something in his eyes changed. He examined me, scanning my injuries.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice soft.

"I keep thinking," he said slowly.

"About?" I gently pushed.

"If we hadn't found you," he whispered. We stared directly into each other's eyes, neither one of us saying anything for a beat. Soon, Tyler continued, "I have to admit something, Y/N. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"Really?" I teased. "Here I was, thinking you'd easily forget about the girl who didn't give you the time of day when we first met."

"Are you kidding?" He teased back. "The one girl who wasn't acting like a crazy fan? It's only natural that she stands out to me. I couldn't help it even if I tried."

"Are you always a flirt?" I teased.

"Only for the special few," he said without hesitating. Suddenly, a thick tension fell in the room. I couldn't look away from Tyler, and it seemed like he couldn't look away from me either. I watched as he reached over and pulled my blanket up more.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice slightly breaking.

"Y/N. . ."

"Thank you for saving me, Tyler," I cut him off. "And I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he brushed off, reaching up and moving some hair out of my face.

"Yes, I do," I insisted. "I was a jerk to you when we first met."

"It's okay," he said, slightly shaking his head. "You told me about your adrenaline junkie that you had to bury."

"Still," I sighed. "I didn't have to be such a bitch to you."

"Don't call yourself that," he said quickly. He cleared his throat and slightly readjusted in his seat. He didn't look at me as he said, "I know you don't fall for adrenaline chasers anymore. . ."

"I don't," I cut him off.

"I know," he said quickly. "And I understand but. . . Can't you at least give me a chance?"

"Tyler," I sighed, trying to readjust.

"I'm not as reckless as most adrenaline chasers," he started to quickly list. "We may follow tornadoes, but we know not to get too close. We have plans and backup plans in place. We constantly review them. We have materials and emergency kits. I'm careful, Y/N."

"It only takes once," I cut him off.

"Y/N. . ."

"It only takes one mistake," I said, my voice breaking this time. "And I can't fall for a guy that may never come home to me. Not again."

"Y/N, please."

"I'm sorry, but no," I said, my voice breaking. I shook my head, ignoring the pain in my ribs as I slightly readjusted. "I can't do that, Tyler. I can't open up to you, flirt with you, date you, or anything else. Not when the other woman in your life is chasing."

"Be honest with me," he continued to push. "Are you saying no because you don't like me and don't want to give this a chance? Or are you saying no because of what I do?"

I stared at him, instantly knowing my answer. But I was too afraid to tell him the truth.

"Come on, Y/N," he whispered, scooting his chair a little bit closer to me. "Do you not like me, or do you not like what I do?"

"I know you and your group gather data. I know you and your group help people who lost their homes and towns due to a storm. I know you do a lot of good, but. . ."

"But what?" He gently pushed.

"But I also know that you and your group constantly put yourselves in danger as you gather data and help people," I finished. "Every time you chase after a storm, there is a risk of you not making it home. I can't live with that, Tyler. I can't watch you walk out the door with no idea if you are going to return to me. And you can promise me that you'll be safe all you want, but there is no guarantee."

Tyler leaned over and cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but kiss him back. As I started kissing him back, he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hands.

"I could guarantee my return if I stopped chasing," he whispered once he broke the kiss.

"No," I said instantly. "I'm not going to ask you to stop chasing. That wouldn't be fair of me."

"I'm not going to ask you to spend your life worrying I may never come home to you," he said, looking into my eyes.

"See?" I asked, my voice breaking. "There's no win-win here, Tyler. We would never work."

He thought about his response before speaking up. "I don't know what your previous adrenaline junkie did. I don't know what happened that made it so he didn't come home to you. What I do know is that I will do whatever it takes to make it home to you. Please, just give me a chance."

"When he didn't come home," I whispered, "it broke my heart. How do you know you won't break my heart?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips gently back to mine. He didn't give me time to kiss him back before breaking the kiss.

"I would never break your heart, Y/N," he whispered. He playfully smirked as he added, "Especially not after working as hard for your heart as I am."

[lietogirlsss]

MODERN ATWOW BAND HEADCANONS !

✹ summary : in which i'm slowly crawling back to my avatar hyperfixation and i decided to make a band au!except I'm right (or not take this with a grain of salt hehe) and I frl can't see them playing any other roles

✹ author's note : let this not flop in eywa we pray 🙏 and yes, Daisy Jones and the Six is my favorite book, how did you guess?

✹ warnings : mentions of bleeding, scabs, swearing obv

It all started one balmy afternoon when Lo'ak and Spider were blowing off their biochemistry homework lying down on the floor staring at the cieling fan undeviatingly oscillate above them. Then, Lo'ak suddenly sits up from his spot causing Spider to look at him.

"What's up?" Asked Spider.

Lo'ak looks at him, a newfound determination in his wide eyes. "Dude, what if we start a band."

Spider frowns. "A band?"

"No, but hear me out for a second." says Lo'ak bristling in his spot as Spider sits up.

Although wary, Spider hums. "Alright."

"Think about it, school's almost over, we barely know anybody in this town, are we seriously gunna hangout in the beach all summer trying to make friends?"

Spider chuckles. "I think I'm missing the point where that's a bad idea."

"Spider, come on bro- look at us, we're losers alright? We're practically throwaway fish to the kids at school- but if we start a band, who knows how many people'll wanna be a part of it, we'll score a couple of life long friends AND it'll be our one solid excuse not to be at home" Lo'ak's riposte was proving to make sense, with a toothy smile to cap it off, but of course Spider- considering he was two years Lo'ak's senior had to pop his bubble with the pragmatic pin of reality.

"I don't know dude, it sounds kinda lame." Spider replies hesitantly, propping himself up by his elbows. "We've been trying to start a band since 7th grade, we always end up calling it quits on the 3rd week."

"This time it'll be different."

Spider scoffs. "Uh-huh? How "

Lo'ak nudges his right shoulder upwards. "We'll ask Neteyam to help."

Spider shoots him yet another look. "If he doesn't want to help?"

"We make do," Lo'ak shrugs. "What's wrong with a two man band?"

"Almost everything." Spider snorts.

★ lo'ak ──────── electric guitar

when they used to live back in high camp, he found an old silvertone in their attic that used to belong to jake during his marine days along with scores of 70's rock bands' songs on yellowing paper fraying at the edges and folds.

He spent 3 months learning a song with 4 chords by ear and performed it at the school talent show

When he got into 6th grade he did not only beg, for an electric guitar he GROVELED. He suddenly wanted to do all the chores in the house, he suddenly got C's instead of D's in tests, it was terrifying because who the hell WAS this and what did they do to the real Lo'ak???

Jake and Neytiri didn't give him one until he was 13. Jake just picked him up from school one day and all of a sudden just asked: you wanna get that electric guitar?

LO'AK WAS OVER THE GODDAMN MOON.

got a classic red stratocaster.

The first song he ever learned to play on the guitar was buddy holly by weezer...

Come on you guys what were you expecting

likes picking at his finger scabs and does it until neteyam or tsireya tells him off.

has multiple guitar picks but always uses this specific one he made into a necklace and wears it everywhere.

THEN PROCEEDS TO LOSE SAID GUITAR PICKS

tuk keeps hiding them around the house waiting for lo'ak to lose his mind.

he can play any song by ear, just watch.

plays around with riffs more often than not.

★ neteyam ──────── back up vocalist / lyricist

never even wanted to join the band but was bullied into joining (kiri joined when he said he wouldn't just to spite him)

has perfect pitch (are we surprised though)

YOU'D SNEEZE AND BITCH ASS CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT NOTE IT'S AT.

uses it to nitpick Lo'ak when he's straying from the original pitch.

lo'ak will then threaten to cave his face in with his capo.

his favorite artists are frank ocean and kendrick lamar.

no one in his entire school woulda guessed he could sing. Nobody.

was made to sing in family events... (iykyk)

loves musicals. his favorite's Hamilton...

Jake and Neytiri took him to see Hamilton once in New York when he was 11, he's never been the same since.

HAS MAJOR FUCKING STAGE FRIGHT I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. HE WILL NOT GO ON STAGE UNTIL YOU SMACK HIM IN THE HEAD SO HARD HIS BRAIN RESETS AND SUDDENLY HAS THE BALLS TO FACE THE AUDIENCE.

Once he's out there though he totally changes, he gets more confident, when he's really feeling it then his braids start flying everywhere... it's becoming an issue really, he might take someone's eye out with how solid his hair beads are...

hurled his guts out one time before they had to perform at the end of year school fair.

★ kiri ──────── pianist

there are always four types of gays. English Teacher Gays, Art Teacher Gays, History Teacher Gays, and Music Teacher Gays.

Kiri was definitely the last one.

lo'ak got her a shirt that says "key master" with her face horribly photoshopped onto the keys of a piano.

she burned it the night she got it.

til this day lo'ak never knew what happened to it.

Suki Waterhouse as Karen Sirko in the DJATS live action? Brain chemistry = altered

Stevie Nick's and Lindsey Buckingham's performance of Silver Spring in Fleetwood Mac's Reunion concern in 1997? = Roman Empire.

was in the school choir and would play the piano in their choir director's stead.

has been playing the piano for 9 years but always gets confused when asked to play a flat or a sharp (it takes her 4 tries to figure out where C minor is)

her favorite piece to play is over the waves by juventino rosas.

when she wants to show jake a new piece she's been working on, by the first minute he's out like a fucking light. SHE'S JUST THAT GOOD.

also when she wants to play a piece with too many chords she never wanted to play it in the first place.

once she messes up she's definitely one of those people who spams the keys.

one time when she was playing a piece her fingers cramped mid-song and she freaked out.

★ spider ──────── drums

his dad's military friends taught him how to play the drums.

lo'ak dared him he couldn't do a drumroll for an hour.

spider did it in two and a half but stopped cuz he got hungry LMAO.

impresses kiri with various drumstick spins, it dosen't impress her.

practically worshipped that one vine of those two kids.

was definitely one of those kids that played with overturned pots and pans and pretended it was a drum set (it annoyed the hell outta norm)

once lost his drum sticks and used chopsticks (ps. they weren't the same)

scribbled their band logo on his bass drum and was very proud of it.

INSISTED they would call themselves "the seven skxawngs"

nobody listened to him.

when they held auditions for their drummer he went "You guys know I can play the drums right?"

has never watched whiplash.

uploads drum covers on his tiktok account with 70 followers.

makes dumb jokes if the others can't figure out a certain chord or note he'd go "guys maybe it's at H!"

the most chillest person in the band though frl.

somehow always manages to pull??? The amount of game this man has solely just because he's the drummer is wild.

they once performed at an event with 50 people and Spider was wearing addidas slides the entire time and nobody noticed.

★ tsireya ──────── main vocals/lyricist

When I tell you this kid can SING SHE CAN SING.

frl the real life ariel I swear evrrytime she opens her mouth everyone's wishing on her downfall because she's such a talented singer, her vibratro is so measured, her runs are so clean, she's just so UGHHHH.

is such a theatre kid oh Lord.

was made to sing at family events too (it's practically a canon event atp guys.)

has a special journal where she writes her song lyrics that she takes with her everywhere (give her 5 minutes and she can write a song with just her hand as paper and eyeliner as a pen.)

joined in singing competitions when she was a kid and when she was 10 joined a televised singing competition and managed to make it to the semi-finals.

it's why she's the lead singer of the band anyway.

she always has pearls threaded into her hair every time they perform and it's been her signature look ever since.

her voice is fucking angelic ya'll istg.

is a soprano. enough said.

is amazing at reading sheet music.

she and neteyam wrote 3 original songs that the band performs everytime they get a gig.

aside from singing she can play piano and violin too.

she's a fucking wordsmith too like she's so eloquent and knows all these big words and she's good at expressing her pent up emotions through songwriting.

the literal it girl. Everyone in their band gained more popularity ever since they opened for a popular band from L.A. but everyone in their high-school knows her name. Everyone.

her vocal control is amazing.

she really knows how to liven up a crowd.

★ aonung ──────── rhythm guitar

has been playing guitar since he was 7.

took up guitaring because his dad introduced him and tsireya to playing instruments at a young age.

collects guitar straps.

neteyam's always on his ass about if what he's playing sounds right or not (50% of the time he's not)

it isn't practice without neteyam and aonung almost throwing hands at least thrice.

almost always smokes while practicing.

oddly enough only has one guitar pick and he hasn't lost it yet unlike lo'ak who buys new guitar picks every other month.

obsessed with black nailpolish, you won't see him go on stage without black nails istg.

he didn't even audition for the band. He was just always there at the Sully residence to pick Tsireya up from practice until one day Tsireya told him to come inside the house, when he did he finds out they needed someone for rhythm guitar and that Tsireya let it slip that Aonung knew how to play.

he's been a part of the band ever since.

he's just incredibly good with his fingers, enough said.

after the first time they performed their first gig at some girl's house party, he, rotxo, and lo'ak got high on the rooftop of Aonung's house (yk until Lo'ak slipped and started dangling from the gutters and fell into the pool)

his outfits always eat every time they perform.

james hetfield the goat.

always experimenting with new riffs and runs and adds them to the songs mid-performance and without any warning (just to piss neteyam off)

★ rotxo ──────── bass guitar

the glue and heart of the band frl.

the sweetest basist you'll ever meet.

his family actually owns a popular guitar shop in Awa'atlu, he first started playing the guitar at the ripe age of 5.

Bro is a prodigy but dosen't want to admit it.

aonung bought his first guitar at rotxo's family's shop, they hit it off ever since.

Always brings his baked goods to practices (then kiri devours the entire tray when you aren't looking)

actually fucked up his audition for the band but then Lo'ak found him sobbing in a janitors closet and gave him a second shot at an audition with just Lo'ak and Spider and he was able to redeem himself.

(really only auditioned cuz he played bass, they were finding a bassist, and not because kiri sully was their pianist)

is an introvert but he's so fucking funny that you wouldn't suspect it.

can perform riffs in his sleep (no he actually does though it freaks aonung out when he spends the night in his place.)

kiri made him a resin guitar pick with fragments of coral from the beach when they had their first date.

has a "maturing is realizing bass is the superior instrument" tshirt.

one time wore finger condoms so his scabs wouldn't re-open and bleed all over his guitar 😔

loves playing deftones on the bass.

has chronic "guitar face"

[bonesvoid]

college au!jayvik… college au!jayvik

jayce would be the frat bro on a lacrosse or rugby scholarship. initially, people think of him as the stereotype but jayce always wows them with being on the dean’s list every semester, being in multiple honor societies, and so on. he enjoys learning about the world around him and majors in biochemical engineering with a minor in history.

viktor would be the quiet guy in class that all the professors love and everyone wants his help with homework. he’s a tutor on work study to fund his education and is part of delta alpha pi, a honors society for disabled high achievers. on the weekends, he can be found volunteering at the local hospital as a pediatric patient sitter. he majors in mechanical engineering with a minor in biochemistry.

[mothishiding]

studying SO HARD for my bio exam this friday.

biochemistry is so incredibly difficult for me to understand/conceptualize, like anything that is too small to really see for myself (but i have to take biology because i’m a psychology major lmao).

but i’m getting somewhere here!! i’m doing a shit ton of googling to wrap my head around things because my cishet white man professor is old and decaying and he sucks. he goes on terribly long tangents about random, mostly unrelated nonsense not limited to:

the fact that he wants to retire soon (this was on the first day of class); the hindenburg; his friend’s farm; assigning us the homework of drinking beer; when he “started believing in AI”; nothing at all because he didn’t show up to class for 15 minutes; why he doesn’t actually understand how one specific concept works because his professor wasn’t very good; and other random stuff.

so it’s impossible for me to understand what the hell he is talking about at any one time and even though it sounds funny that’s just because i’m a good storyteller. he is boring. he explains everything in a way that is so boring that by the time he gets back to the actual subject of biology, i can’t remember where he left off and i have no idea what’s going on.

anyways the googling is helping. i’m losing steam now, but that’s okay because i need to sleep soon!

i hope you all have a good night and some of my motivation sticks to you, if you need it! 🫂

[cadet-aviator]

Into the absurd life (4)

It was not easy to talk to Dad about all this. I was so thrilled that I could be a full time cadet - apart from school - and I made extra efforts to be really prepared. I could see that it was painful for him, my mother ill and gone to Europe, and now me so keen to leave him.

There were some others I could share my thoughts with. 

My fellow cadets, of course, were in awe, and frankly jealous: I wasn’t even 16 yet and already I was on course for the prestigious Academy.

I had to contradict them, I said I wasn’t at all sure of going to the Academy, there were lots of things still up in the air. For one, my parents’ posting in Asia was due to end in about 18 months, and Dad had already made it clear that ‘we’ were going back to Europe; that was going to coincide with me finishing my Bac and then go to university somewhere. Entering the Military Academy here and becoming a Malay citizen was not really on the list of options - so far.

There was another important influence. In school we had mentors, usually the more experienced teachers, and I got along really well with mine.

There was never much to discuss though, my grades were excellent, I was super-disciplined; the chats were usually over pretty quickly (so many other things on my plate, always). 

During these weeks my mentor sat me down for a few more in-depth talks. Naturally, he didn’t wish to question my choices when it came to cadets, as it was a mandatory part of school life anyway.

But he was wise: he pointed out that my talents might lead me to fields I hadn’t really considered. Perhaps an international business school would be interesting for me, had I considered the law, what about biochemistry… He also inquired about my emotional life (without mentioning the usual adolescent issues, sex, girlfriends, which were obviously irrelevant). He had noticed the ‘decline’ of my social life, and he was familiar with the interventions of the Army Cadet staff in my school life. That seemed like a lot to take in. Was I really happy coping with all that on my own?

‘I am, Sir, really, Sir.’

‘No doubts?’

‘No Sir, and my Cadet supervisor is really helpful, Sir, he visits every day, Sir.’

‘Every day?’

‘Yes Sir. I have an inspection every morning at 6, Sir.’

‘Inspection of what, son?’

‘Everything, Sir – cadet uniform, school uniform, general cleanliness, my room, tasks, homework, housework, my attitude…’

‘I see. I had no idea. That’s very… thorough, isn’t it?

‘Yes Sir. It has to be, Sir, to keep me at 110% Sir.’

'Well, I have to say your uniform in school always looks fine to me, son. I guess those inspections work, then?'

'They do, Sir, it took some getting used to, I admit, Sir, having an officer come to the house every morning, Sir, but it's really helpful for me, Sir, and so are the corrections, Sir.'

‘Do you get corrected often?’

‘I’m afraid so, yes Sir. Two or three times a week, Sir.’

‘And what happens then?’

‘I’m grateful of course, Sir, because I learn from them Sir. I’m usually given correction tasks, Sir. Like extra hours of household duties in the barracks, extra lines to write, Sir. I copied out the whole Cadet Manual last week, Sir.'

‘I wonder where you find the time…’

‘Just all Sunday mostly, Sir. That’s my free time usually, Sir, so that’s perfect for punishments or extra duties, Sir, like attending chapel service, Sir.’

‘What do you do with your regular work then?’

‘Well, I sometimes get up extra early, Sir, like at 4, Sir, to do the extra work, Sir.’

‘How does your father feel about all this?’

‘Well, Sir, he was a bit reluctant at first, Sir, but after all, he signed me up for this school and the cadets, so he got used to me wearing uniform a lot, Sir. And of course he doesn’t object to me doing well, Sir.’

‘You wear your uniform at home, too, then?’

‘Yes Sir. Cadet rules, Sir: when I’m not in school uniform I’m in cadet uniform, Sir.’

‘All the time?’

‘All the time, Sir.’

'Even when you go to the movies, or something?'

'Yes Sir. Of course, Sir.'

‘I thought you boys would put on something at bit more … casual?’

‘Some do, yes Sir, but I don’t, because of Cadet regulations, but also because I don’t want to, Sir, I am happy to show discipline this way, Sir.'

‘But surely..’

‘And I don’t even have casual things anymore, Sir, when I grew out of my old clothes they were just replaced with uniform items, Sir.’

'And you don't miss your old clothes?'

'No Sir, not at all Sir. I am a cadet now, Sir, so I want to be in uniform, of course, Sir.'

‘Dear me, I had no idea things were so extreme. I do hope you have time to think about what you’re doing, son.’

‘I don’t really have the time, Sir, apart from our chats, Sir. I get a lot of homework of course, Sir. And because I am not allowed to do things with boys who are not in uniform...

'Say that again?'

'I'm sorry Sir if I wasn't clear, Sir, since my summer at Elite Camp I am under strict instructions, Sir, and any social event where boys my age are not dressed in uniform I'm not allowed to attend, Sir.'

'That explains the lack of friends and such, then?'

'I suppose so, Sir, but it's fine, Sir, my supervisor let me volunteer for more cadet duties, Sir, so I don’t really think about it all that much, I feel everything makes sense to me, Sir. I’m sure you agree that obedience comes before everything, Sir. It’s just a lot of work, Sir.’

‘I’d best let you get on with it then, son. But do talk to me again…’

‘Yes Sir, much appreciated Sir. Thank you Sir.’

And then I’d run home, and change into my 'greens' if I had drill between 3pm and 5pm, or my whites if I had Mess&Household training from 3pm to 5pm and remember to bring my gloves if after Mess&Household I had to serve in the dining room, and get laundry going, and clean my room, polish my Dad’s shoes, quickly eat something with Mrs. Lee, then report for drill or training and undergo inspections when I get there, and work hard, volunteer any infractions or flaws so I might be corrected, then run home, and get the laundry from the machine, and prepare all uniforms for the next day, and start homework, and be ready for a random inspection, and off to bed at 9.30 PM, set the alarm at 4.40 AM to do the ironing before the 6 AM inspection. Then face inspection, change into school uniform, run off to school, between 7.30am and 2.30pm. And then more of the same the next day, and the next, and trying not to ask Dad about any developments – because cadets obey, they just obey.

[getmylifetogetherwme]

Goals For The Week: 2/9 - 2/15/2025

Hi, all!

This is the first "goals for the week" post of the new year. I'm not going to lie: I've been pretty unmotivated this semester. I haven't gone to the gym once, and I've only had one study session for Biochem. I also haven't attended a single molecular bio class yet, because I'm just so mentally exhausted.

Nevertheless, I'm trying to get back on the horse. I woke up really early today and didn't feel like coming to the library, but I forced myself. So here I am now. I've got a good number of assignments due today, but I really feel this blog helped me stay motivated last semester, so I figured I should start with this first.

Academic Goals:

Submit all lab reports

Do all pre and post lab quizzes

Study for molecular biology (test next week)

Study for biochemistry (test next week)

Do Physics homeworks

Fitness + Health Goals:

Get back in the gym!

Start attending cycling classes again

Get back on a skincare routine (I've been slacking so bad)

Pack all of my lunches for the week at home!

Financial Goals:

Save as much money as possible by not buying anything unnecessary

These are my goals for the week!

I feel they're all very achievable, but I have to be motivated to do them, and I'm just not? It's so bad. :/

I don't know if this is senioritis finally settling in or what, but I just feel so sloppy. That's the only way to describe it.

Anyway, I'll be here, finishing up some assignments in the meantime.

Hope you all are doing wonderful in your classes.

Thanks for reading,

-C

[suicideassistance]

omg the fact that you have a phd in pharmaceutical sci is soo cool! (pls help me with my homework)

do you study pharmacokinetics in a biology sense or is it more focused on drug formulation in a chemistry perspective? i’m actually looking to study something similar in the future, any thoughts on the field are greatly appreciated!

also, i’m happy that you’re slowly coming back <33

~🦢

We use chemistry and biology, as well a multitude of others. For example,

We need biochemistry to understand how the drugs interact with biological systems— to confirm or correct its targeted suitability. This is one way we determine the effectiveness. The next being physiology, which helps to understand drug interactions with the body.

Organic and medicinal chemistry are used to understand and synthesize drug designs and molecule modification. Essentially— "cooking" the drug. And then, of course— pharmacology. Understanding the mechanics of drug interactions.

There's some math and engineering, as well. Though I'd recommend chemistry, biology and medicine above all. I wish you the best of luck on your journey.

Just remember, It's only hard for those who fear failure. After time, a lot of it will feel natural. And what doesn't, will excite you.

[themculibrary]

Daisy Johnson/Jemma Simmons (Skimmons) Masterlist

Addicted To You (ao3) - DeceitfulHonesty E, 26k

Summary: A raid at the SHIELD lab where she was working, leaves Jemma in the hands of her greatest enemies. As she tries to stay alive, Jemma finds herself drawn to someone who destroys all her expectations of Hydra: a specialist who calls herself Skye.

and i can go anywhere i want (anywhere i want just not home) (ao3) - autismboard G, 5k

Summary: She defined herself by the things that she loved: she was a scientist, a wife, a best friend.

At that moment, she was sure of only one of those things. So the only conclusion she could draw was that there was no more Jemma. --------

Jemma post 5x14 attempting to make sense of the situation at hand (aka girlie is struggling)

and if you're still breathing (you're the lucky ones) (ao3) - plinys M, 6k

Summary: She’s seen Groundhog Day and every other story about being stuck in a time loop. Though normally the people in these loops are unwilling participants, unable to change anything significantly, but needlessly repeating the same cycle until they learn some sort of moral of the story.

The thing is Jemma already knows the moral of this story. At least, she thinks she does.

can you see me using everything to hold back? (ao3) - midnightstrawberries T, 6k

Summary: Sometimes, late at night, unable to sleep and sprawled under bed sheets, head hanging upside down off the left side of the bed, Skye likes to imagine her parents. What they were like, who they were, how they lived. She dreams until her head starts hurting too much and she has to sit back up.

Skye is sixteen years old and she has never lived in the same place for more than a year at a time. (Something tells her she never will. Something else tells her to believe otherwise.)

~

Skye and Jemma meet in high school instead of at SHIELD.

Follow Me, I Know A Shortcut (ao3) - nerdwegian G, 1k

Summary: Jemma is acting weird around Skye.

I found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) (ao3) - EB_FanficFan_1458 mack/yo yo, jemma/daisy, kate/bobbi, clint/natasha T, 24k

Summary: “Is this what gay stargazing is? Stars and confessions?” Nat whispered. Bobbi laughed silently. “Yes. Now you’ve experienced that, you’re officially with us. Welcome to the family.”

For the first time in years, Daisy and Bobbi feel safe at their home with Phil Coulson and Melinda May. But what happens when Phil and Mel decide to adopt Natasha as well? The demons of their pasts come back to haunt them. Can they stay safe and happy, or will everything fall apart?

I'll Be The Rock Star If You'll Be The Scientist (ao3) - nerdwegian T, 10k

Summary: "Wait, wait, wait! Sir, are you telling me the dinosaur escaped our plane in your flying car?"

It's All About Biochemistry (ao3) - Selenay

Summary: Jemma pulled in a calming breath. "Just. I'm not really used to this kind of thing yet."

"What kind of thing?"

"Post emotional crisis kissing," Jemma said. "It's new to me."

Love Me at the Corner Cafe (ao3) - Heylittleyahtzee (HeyYahtzee) T, 36k

Summary: Skye likes to keep an eye on her regulars, so when Jemma Simmons comes in entirely flustered one morning Skye can’t help but reach out to her. It turns out that Jemma Simmons can’t help but return the favor. Unsurprisingly there is no going back from this

Slytherin to My Heart (ao3) - happypugfics E, 82k

Summary: Skimmons Hogwarts AU Skye and Jemma find themselves in their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry dealing with the same old issues it has to offer: homework, tests, quidditch, house points, their relationship...and oh, the Triwizard Tournament.

The Hydra Disaster (ao3) - Rhino (RhinoMouse) M, 39k

Summary: Jemma's time undercover at Hydra gets far more interesting and Important when she gets pulled into project World Killer. She is not prepared. But SHIELD needs her to succeed. Which would be easier if her boss's boss's boss, Agent Daisy Johnson hadn't taken an interest in her. It would also make Agent Morse's life easier if the scientist she's supposed to protect would stop breaking every rule of spy craft. Every. Single. Rule.

The Way Our Horizons Meet (ao3) - plinys M, 50k

Summary: Four years ago Skye married Jemma in order to keep her from being deported, now when the day has come to end things she can't help herself from wondering how they got here and how she can get her to stay.

Until We Get There (ao3) - Pitkin E, 275k

Summary: “I’ve got a tail,” Daisy announced, loud enough to hear through the phone as she watched the silver truck appear around the fourth corner, having made a successful square with the truck following. She made a left at the next possible road, deciding she would head back toward the highway to get to a better populated area.

Lily gasped. “You do??” She asked. “CAN I SEE IT!?!” She screeched in excitement.

Under normal circumstances, this reaction would have been more than enough for Daisy to roar with laughter and come up with an excuse for why Lily wasn’t allowed to see her non-existent tail. Today she was quiet as she glanced behind her in the rearview again.

wandering (ao3) - cardiganweather E, 4k

Summary: Jemma Simmons has survived an alien virus, jumped out of a plane without a parachute, and worked with an Asgardian to solve a murder mystery. She can handle sharing a bed with a girl she likes in a too hot hotel room.

Right?

Want to Annoy Your Family This Thanksgiving? Call Skye! (ao3) - DeceitfulHonesty T, 4k

Summary: "I’m a 25 year old, unemployed hacker with no high school degree who lives in a van that’s older than me. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but pretend to be in a serious, committed relationship with you to irritate your family, I’m game. I require no pay but the free meal I’ll get as a guest and the joy of spending an evening with people I can aggravate! Call Skye." Based on the Craigslist ad that people love to share this time of year.

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[thedocxlevi]

Doctor Levi Grayson - You have two bloods in you fighting for control. You refuse to let the darkness win. (trigger warning - death mention)

— BASICS

Name: Levi S. Grayson Age / D.O.B.: 35/ April 2nd 1989 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Male, Him/Him, Bisexual Hometown: Inverness Scotland Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Doctor (ER Surgeon) Education: Harvard University (Biochemistry and Biology), Harvard Medical School (M.D - Emergency Medicine) Relationship status: Single Children: Oliver Andrew Grayson (One year old) Positive traits: Loyal, protective, open-minded, responsible, resilient Negative traits: Pessimistic, secretive, non-trusting, sarcastic, stubborn

— BIOGRAPHY

Levi was born in Inverness, Scotland to a wonderful and kind woman. She loved her son and did everything she could to protect him from her husband and his family. Levi was only five when she got sick and passed away and he was sent to live with his father and grandfather in the states.

Levi was raised by a man who was in second command to the crime boss his grandfather. His family on his father’s side were ruthless and would take down anyone who betrayed them, not caring if they were family or not. Levi was just seen as a tool and resource to use to make them and their family even stronger and from the age of six he was trained to become an assassin. He was treated like just any member of the organization and not given special treatment.

Levi’s training was hard, rarely having time nor the chance to be a kid. His days after school, after homework were spent training and even on weekends too. Levi was a smart kid and that came into handy especially his mind for Chemistry and biology. His chemistry came in handy and helped him pick up how to create different deadly combinations of chemicals and his deep understanding of the human body.

Despite his training and the darkness that ran in his veins. He refused to follow in his sibling’s footsteps too much of his father’s anger, but his grandfather stepped in. Levi was trained to be loyal, and his grandfather knew that his grandson was forever tied to the family. He decided to attend medical school and do some good. His father was pissed at this decision, but his grandfather thought that their family could use someone with medical knowledge.

Levi attended Harvard University for four years with a degree in Biochemistry and Biology before getting in and attending Harvard Medical School. He became a doctor, especially an ER Surgeon. He uses his medical skills and his knowledge as an assassin to help people. Especially his family and family allies who reach out and call for him when his services are needed.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

The Red Queen – This connection for his son’s mother. She is someone from a powerful family (crime family) their family are feared and a good friend of Levi. She disappeared after giving birth to Oliver. Levi had not heard from her since.

Bloodlines – A family connection from his mother’s side. Levi was so young when his mother died and does not know and remember her family. Since he was shipped off after his birth.

You are a drug – Levi has a hard time getting close to people. This is someone that he can’t help but find himself getting close to. They pull him in like a drug and each time he can’t say no.

We might get burned – This is a connection, Levi and the individual are both using each other. They are both playing a dangerous game because they spend a lot of nights together but long could they keep playing this game until one of both develops feelings.

Two sides of the same coin – This connection is someone from a rival family. Levi and this individual are both similar, but they are opposite. They are forced to work together despite hating one another.

Like an Open Book - This connection is for Levi's best friend. They have known each other their whole life and this is one person that Levi trust with his life and is actually open to. They also trust Levi too with their life. They are always there for each other and they are Oliver's godfather because there is no one else Levi will trust in the world to look after his son if anything happens to him.

Shadows of Duality - A plot where Levi finally gives in to the "dark side" and has no choice but to kill. Basically losing the internal battle he has been fighting for. This could be someone who finally pushes him to that side.

[alaxamost]

As I'm trying to study for my Biochem exam my own brain decided it was a good idea to make a fic out of it, so I did...here a little snippet:

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The Exam

A Jayvik fanfic that I made for mere leisure (and also thanks to my bestie @cerezzzita who kept telling me to go to study)

"Ughhh Viktor, what are we going to do?" said the tall man while entering with his partner to his apartment, it was not the best, but hey, you can ask 2 undergrads who are nothing to graduate with their master's degree.

"For now we must start studying, I do not want to take the material between my feet" grumbled the shortest as he dropped his heavy backpack on the sofa, sitting on it while he began to take out all his materials, these being his laptop, his notebook and adjacent books.

Jayce followed suit, also taking out his things and leaving them on the table where they both used to do their homework and study. At the time of starting these 2 opened almost simultaneously their notebooks and began to read all the topics to study. The subject was Biochemistry, a subject that, although it did not have much to do with what they had chosen as a career, if they had to pass it, yes or yes.

"Ok, let's start," said Viktor as he began to open one of the presentations. They had to start with the cellular structure, so Jayce was attentive to what her boyfriend was saying and they started writing down all the information they had that was relevant.

To this, each one was saying what he was finding of the subject aloud, which helped to reinforce the memory.

"Let's see, organelles are intracellular structures, which means that they are inside the cell, which are quite complex since in these occur the processes necessary for the life of a cell, a cell that can become?"

"It can be eukaryotic or prokaryotic, both enter"

"Right, then, each of these performs a specific function"

"Equally it does not matter true, since in the end between several help"

"It shows that you have paid attention in class"

"It's about time I did," he said as he cracked a small smile, with a somewhat embarrassed tone just as well.

The pale-skinned smiled back and now he began to listen to Jayce, that he would be the one who would mention each organelle and what its function was, then Viktor would continue with the subject of membranes and so they would take turns until they finished studying, which procrastinated that today they were not going to sleep and not for a more pleasant reason

"Ok Jayce your turn, I want to see if you remember what the teacher said in class," Viktor mentioned while cracking a mocking smile, since the reason they took this class together was because Jayce had the same teacher in high school. The young man only let out a snort as he began to dictate, to which this Viktor began to write.

"It will be better that you write with legible handwriting my love, I do not want to explain to the teacher because our notes look like a Van Gogh painting!"

"You're very funny Jayce Tails..." said the other in annoyance.

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Imma try and continue it later, see y'all

[thelasttime]

hi madie! long time follower, first time asker here. bit of a heavy question for a tuesday night, so I apologize in advance.

how are you able to keep up with so much and also be good at it and also enjoy it? like what drives your incredible work ethic? of course this is the internet and ik we only see your highlight reel and not the behind the scenes stuff, to paraphrase taylor. I'm just having a bit of a rough day academically, as in being totally unproductive all day despite setting intentions this morning to be productive and get a lot of homework done today, which feels very frustrating.

I know you're studying to become a doctor which obvi takes a lot of dedication and hard work which are things I've been trying to improve recently but simply do not come easily to me.

so ig I'm just wondering if you had any advice for being a more dedicated and committed person when it comes to things like school as well as hobbies (congrats on nailing your audition btw!). I really admire your work ethic and wish you all the best in your studies and life and everything! 💓

hello anon!! thank you for being a long time follower and thank you for sending your very first ask 💕💕 welcome to my inbox hehe

thank you so much for the kind words - it's true that my blog is quite like a highlight reel so you do see a lot of the good parts and very few of the bad parts, but i do try to keep it real on this blog. the main thing is that you can't beat yourself up when you have an unproductive day because it sort of snowballs into a bigger thing if you let it weigh you down. rather than taking this unproductive day as something to be ashamed of, take it as something where you needed the break so you took it!! and then tomorrow, be as productive as possible because you had the break yesterday

it's actually encouraged to be unproductive on some days. when i was studying for the MCAT, we were specifically told to take break days and to make sure that we didn't over-extend ourselves because we would just burn out too quickly. so what i would do is study everyday of the week and give myself a nice break on sunday to do absolutely nothing !! and that was necessary !!

i think what also helps with my motivation is that i really like to keep myself organized which means i am religiously devoted to my google calendar and my to-do list. the google calendar is to make sure that i'm not losing track of the things i need to do but the to-do list is the thing that really keeps me going. it's very satisfying to cross things off of my to-do list and it makes sure that i'm doing everything i need to do before the day is done. if i don't finish what's on the to-do list, i just move it to tomorrow and so on. you don't have to finish everything on the to-do list but it keeps you motivated to cross things off and make sure you're doing what you need to do.

when i was studying for the MCAT, i essentially designed a calendar where i would do certain topics on certain days so i would do chemistry / psychology on one day and then biology / biochemistry on the other day. that way i wasn't boring myself to death with one topic and actually keeping things interesting. if you find that studying is really boring (because it truthfully is, for everyone) i find that starting the homework that you hate the most is helpful because you get the worst part over when you have the maximum amount of energy.

another thing about school studying is that you shouldn't just look at the paper and nod thoughtfully - you should be doing ~active studying~ which is what they encourage us to do during MCAT studying as well. you essentially have to engage with the material in order to learn it well so you can't just stare at the page and pretend you know it !! there's a couple techniques of active studying that you can find online but i recommend anything between flashcards to active recall

for hobbies - it's all just my own enjoyment!! i know i get really lazy and in a pit if i'm not doing my hobbies so i have to actively push myself to join orchestras and do stuff outside of work. one thing that really helped me is to focus on a hobby and see what i could do in the area to get involved. so . i really like playing in orchestras so i spent a day focusing on the different orchestras in the area and then sending them emails about their auditions. that way all of my research and dedication to that hobby is done in one day and i get to reap the rewards later (i.e. they email me back about auditions).

it's also okay to let go of hobbies and find new ones. if you don't like your current hobbies, try new ones! ask your friends if they have any hobbies that you haven't tried already. try a new instrument! try painting! art! there's a lot to do and hobbies are meant to be fulfilling rather than draining.

i hope this helps anon!!

[aelfgiure]

Okay, let's get one thing straight here - my only fault was trusting this guy. I'll give him credit, the bastard did play the long game like a fucking champion. We dated for two years. TWO YEARS! I liked him, hell, I had started to think I loved him, and that's rare for my kind.

Anyways. It started my senior year of college, right when I was applying for my advanced degree course. There was a new student club that caught my eye: "Metaphysics and Esoterica, discussions, practice, and the occasional beer." That was right up my alley, and honestly? It was the ad they put out for the recruitment picnic that got my attention, and made me laugh. The line art drawings of daemons working the grill and a harried-looking wizard shooing pixies out of the punchbowl was charming (ha!) so of course, I decided to go. Stress relief, if nothing else.

It was a good time. They had taken over one of the stone picnic shelters overlooking the lake, had a fire going in the fireplace there, it was well organized and the food was better than I expected. So was the conversation. The icing on the cake, so to speak, was the game of Cards Against Humanity with one of the players being the ouija board. I became a member, of course, and thought that this would be a nice distraction from my PhD work.

It was a nice range of ages and experience levels, from the Magus who was the chair of the Literature Department, to the nice freshman who was still figuring out what he wanted to declare as his major, trying to decide on his Path. We did a couple minor rituals and that worked out well, gave us a feel for our strengths and weaknesses as a group. It made me happy to teach people what I knew and practiced from the Ars Goetica, and by damn I learned from them too, which made it all the sweeter. The creative substitutions for making incense, for example... but I digress.

I'd been attending regularly for a semester before David approached me. Yes, I'd noticed him, tall, a little gangly, smart as hell and funny too. We were in the student union, I was swearing at my biochemistry homework and drinking tea, because oh my gods those equations, they were gonna be the death of me! He looked over my shoulder as he walked past, stopped, and quipped "would it make more sense if it was in Enochian?"

That was unexpected. I laughed out loud, and invited him to sit with me once he got his food. Somehow, his conversation wasn't a distraction, it was pleasant and helped me focus.

Of such small beginnings are mighty deeds made, hey? We studied together, started hanging out between classes and club meetings. He took his time to draw me in and I was well and truly suckered into thinking this was real, not just a means to an end. I went to his apartment, he came to my condo, we shared comic books, built Lego sets together, went to movies. I suppose my biggest mistake was in accepting him for who he was, not prying into his background or mind, but damnit, I was trying to do the human thing and he never once gave me reason to doubt him, not until the very end.

What I didn't know about him nearly killed me.

David had joined the club to recruit people to his cult, seeking out those with a little Power and a lot of ambition. Inexperienced, naïve in the ways of the occult, but willing to learn. Willing to be used as a means to an end. He'd been brought up in this cult and had decided he wanted to be in charge of it, all the way. The best way of taking over? Summoning a demon to support his coup by taking down the High Priest of the cult and using his blood to anoint David as the new High Priest.

Yeah, just as nasty as it sounds. Great people. He kept this organization secret from everyone in the club, including me, including the Magus! which, honestly, was impressive as hell. That took some talent. Plus, we were dating, I was taking it slow and he wasn't rushing me, and now I feel oh so stupid for not catching on any sooner. He was too patient, too good.

It all went down on Halloween. Full moon, wonderful weather, there were sooo many kids out doing Trick or Treats and it was glorious! David and I were going to get together after the herds of children stopped coming to my door, go out for a drink and then spend time at his place. I was in my Princess Leia costume, the Throne Room robes, the braided updo hair. Loved that look! Anyways, I met him at our favourite bar just off campus, The Library. He was dressed up as Dracula, and I told him that he should wear the formal tux more often, it looked good on him. He thanked me, and handed me my usual cocktail.

It was roofied.

When it started to hit me, I tried to excuse myself to go home, but he insisted on 'helping' me, got me into the back of his car where two of his fellow cultists were waiting for me. They had me cuffed, blindfolded, and gagged before I knew what was going on, and had me facedown on the floor of the car, under their feet so I couldn't lean out a window and scream for help. It was a long, unpleasant ride. Lots of twists and turns, out of the city - I could smell the change in the air, the scents of hay and animals. It was a mistake on their part to take so long, because I started to sober up on the way. I stayed down and limp, listening to their conversation, hoping to figure out what the hell was going on. At first I thought it was a weird practical joke, but the more I heard, the angrier I got.

They were discussing the upcoming ritual with a cheerful casualness that pissed me off, how they had cultivated me as the perfect sacrifice and what they were going to do. I nearly rose up and turned on them then, but then they mentioned the name of the demon they had chosen as their patron, and I had to fight back a laugh. They'd made a fatal mistake, and I was going to enjoy it.

As is traditional for these types, they had set up in a barn out in the middle of nowhere. At least it was weatherproof, and was in good repair, that would help. They dragged me out of the car, and I played up my 'drugged' status, staggering and mumbling incoherently around the gag. They laughed at me, pulling me along, and pulled off the blindfold so I could see what was happening.

The circle was large, set up to accommodate all thirteen of them, and the altar in the center, in the triangle. I recognised the symbols, and had to admit to myself that if they hadn't made the mistake of grabbing me, or choosing the demon they had, this would have worked brilliantly. Points for that, I guess.

They started the ceremony, doing the whole purification and donning their robes. The assholes cut away my costume and my underwear, ruining my favourite bra, damn them! Oh, they were going to pay extra for that little bit of stupid. To add injury to insult, they scourged me around the circle first, hard enough to raise serious welts but not enough to draw blood, before dragging me to the altar and tying me down.

All this time, I'm playing up the whole 'innocent sacrificial lamb' role, weeping and struggling, and begging David to stop this, I thought he loved me! sort of thing. He smirked at me, the fucker. Then he started the invocation.

Even bound and gagged, I can hum. I started adding my own note to the Summoning, and the demon arrived before he was finished. David was surprised. The demon was pissed.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, FOOL OF A MORTAL?" her voice shouldn't have echoed the way it did, but it made every one of those assholes cringe and try to stop their ears. "YOU THINK THIS WAS A GOOD PLAN? HOW DARE YOU!"

David was sputtering, utterly shocked by the turn his perfect ritual had taken. The ropes fell away from me and I sat up, took that damn gag out of my mouth, and slung it across the floor. Across the chalk lines that made the circle, breaking them. Setting the demon free.

"Hi, mom." I tried to sound brave, but I was still a little drugged, and damn those lash marks stung. "Sorry to interrupt your night -"

"Beloved daughter, we'll discuss this later. For now, were you a willing participant in this travesty?" Her voice was low enough for me to hear, not loud enough for the cult to listen in. She picked me up and hugged me the way she did when I was a baby, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate it.

"I thought I was going to have a nice night with a boyfriend," I sniffled. "The fucker betrayed me and was going to sacrifice me, the asshole. He's no longer kin nor kind to me, neither love nor liking. Nor do I know these others here, they are strangers all, and as I do not know them nor claim them - " I looked David right in the eyes and smiled to see the way the blood drained from his face as he realized the extent of his fuck up " - as they are nothing to me, they are fair game for you, as you will."

I'll spare you the details, but I'll just say that several members of my extended family got an unexpected treat for Halloween, and mom decided that having a couple of minions around the castle would be amusing for as long as they lasted. The barn was cleaned up, all evidence erased, and the extra cars dealt with, in ways that would lead investigations away from me and the university.

Then mom took me home to get me cleaned up, healed up, and fed. It was nice to visit, the castle was just as perfect as it always was. The lesser demon attendants clucked and cooed over me as they bathed me and dressed my wounds before dressing me in one of my 'casual formal' gowns, one appropriate to a quiet family evening. Even better, I wore my true form, relaxing into my real appearance.

Dad was there, discussing something with Lord Vapula, but he excused himself when he saw me. "Little Bit! What the actual hell happened, dear? Your mother told me there was a spot of trouble?"

Lord Vapula grinned and picked me up in a warm hug. "Nibbling, how goes your study? And what's this I hear about trouble?"

He put me down on my feet as mom walked in, and he and dad bowed to her, which she waved off. "Oh, stop. Our girl had a bad night, I brought the culprit here to explain himself to you."

I could only imagine the horror in David's mind when he was dragged into the throne room, naked and in chains, to see me sitting on my throne, next to my mother and father, and my uncle. Uncle Vapula snapped his fingers and pointed at him, ordering "SPEAK, YOU IGNORANT FOOL. EXPLAIN WHY YOU WOULD DO THIS TO MY NIBBLING. IN DETAIL."

It was entertaining, for me at least, to have tea, and snacks, while lounging on the throne and watching that asshole grovel. Uncle Beelzebub showed up during the interrogation and was most helpful in wringing the truth out of the sniveling jerk. By the time it was all over, David was a shattered, cringing mess, begging for the mercy he didn't deserve.

"So you did this for power," I said, musing aloud as I descended the steps of the dais to loom over him where he trembled on the marble floor, in a puddle of his own wastes and blood.

"I - I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, please, I'll do anything -" he babbled, weeping, reaching out to clutch at my ankles but not quite daring to touch. "Please, I'm so sorry, it'll never -"

I interrupted him. "Damn right this will never happen again, asshole," I snarled at him, then squatted down to grab his face in my claws and forced him to look up at me. "Do you see me? Do you see my home, my family?"

"Ye, yes, Lil- I mean, my lady, yes, I see," he was bewildered, but my touching him seemed to have given him a little hope. "You, your family and home, im, impressive, powerful, like, like you, I see now, Lady -"

I pushed him backwards, into the puddle of filth he created, gloating at the way he flinched when I stood up. "You stupid little shit. You knew I practiced the Arte. You knew I liked you. And then, then you decide to murder me for some petty little cult? Your servitude here is going to be brutal. And I'll tell you something that's going to make it much, much worse for you."

He was weeping again, trying to hold it back but failing in his self-control. I loomed over him, and spat on him, gesturing for the servants to take him away. I took my throne again, settling myself comfortably between my parents.

"I liked you, you utter fool. If you had asked me?" I let my smile grow fangs, and smirked at him. "Had you asked, I would've helped you."

His face was a blank at first, then he realized what he had thrown away, the power he had so carelessly, so stupidly, discarded. The servants dragged him away as he howled and wept, his mind shattered.

"More tea, dear?" Mom offered, and I accepted gratefully. The rest of the evening was chatting, and catching up on what I was doing at university, before I was off to bed in my old bedroom. I could hear screams and weeping rising up from the dungeon, and realized it was David, and the two louts who had helped him get me into the car. I sighed contentedly, snuggling into my comfy bed, and fell asleep, lulled by the music of vengeance.

A group of demon worshippers are about to sacrifice you but what they don’t know is that the demon they follow is your loving parent.