#GAHH SORRY ITS SO LONG OR SOMETHING

[chalkeater]

ur art is crunchy /pos !!! how do you have the confidence to use stuff that isnt pencil and cant rlly be erased if mistakes are made?

make more mistakes

ACTUAL ANSWER BELOW because it got too long. oops lol

anyway. i wrote “DO IT ON PURPOSE” because when it comes to doing a whole drawing with ONLY a pen- you gotta force your brain get creative- at least practice. in other words- work with what you have. it’s basically like solving a problem every few seconds-

because sometimes my hand eye coordination glitches for a split second. or maybe my hand shook or maybe the line is actually shit looking. but instead of scrapping the thing entirely i gotta to try and make it work. ok so if my line looks like crap here maybe i can make it a Part of the drawing by making everything look messier. OR maybe i can even just. hide it!! by coloring a thicker line along it too!!

you can actually HIDE a LOT of mistakes with a pen without erasing anything. and sometimes the mistakes are part of the art- like when i see the most beautiful art online and i see an uncolored pixel. what matters is your final output not the things you cant change now or mean nothing in the big picture

honestly going from sketch to lines and rendering with a pen is about weight control (like with a pencil- sketching yk) and not beating yourself up. in order to gain the “confidence” you gotta absolutely ANNIHILATE the need for 200% perfection. because theres beauty in a mess.

anyway so. when you get the basic stuff down like “in order to to make less mistakes with pen stuff- make sure youre used to what youre drawing already!!!” or “draw/doodle stupid shit with your pen and make it (pen) a PART of you and not some scary beast (pen)

i think it all stems down to forgiving yourself and just having fun. having fun is always my motto. if you ever go “oh no i made a mistake!!!” imagine me yelling “WHO CAAARRESSS!!!!!!!! (#love #positive)” in your EAR

[targaryenluvs]

VICTORS SPOILS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

warnings: obsession, following/stalking, creepy behaviour, naive/younger reader, age gap, (reader is 19 and finnick's around 25), non-con touching and kissing, manipulation, bj mentions/insinuations, sex mentions, prostitution mentions, finnick lowkey preying on you - descriptions of brown reader (i was self indulgent since i’m indian 😁) condescending/nit picking mother and pushy parents!

summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!! HERES A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU ❤️GUESS WHO MADE HER OWN LITTLE HEADER GAHH!! i tried my bestttt - ive been away for a littleeee!! sorry babes <33 it was like 3am and i cooked this up in my head before opening my brewing pot (notes app) and jotting it down - NOT PROOFREAD

the hall was so loud.

they always were at capitol parties. your mother and father always dragged you along, stating that a young lady should be getting out, meeting people, friends, becoming well versed and established in the capitol. and that they wouldn’t always be here. “you need to learn to be alone, fend for yourself and stand your ground. how are you gonna do that if you’re always trying to keep to yourself dear?” your mother sweetly smiled as she looked over you, “i think you still have time to change that dress, not the most flattering sweetie.”

you scoffed as she walked away ever so elegantly. you looked over yourself in the mirror, the green dress was gorgeous, to you at least. but the blue dress your mother had chosen was breath-taking, as much as you hated to agree with her opinion. so you bit your tongue and put the chosen dress on.

mother knows best right?

the sun was setting with an especially beautiful array of colours to which you figured no one would really notice you were gone if they were all focused on something else. there was probably a screen upstairs which you could watch something on. a few things to eat and drink then you’d head up there.

finnick was glancing over to you the whole night. you’d worn blue, and he’d taken it as an ode to him. you hadn’t looked over at him yet but your leaving of the party seemed like an invitation to him to finally introduce himself.

as you settled down on the plush couch you felt all your tensions melt away. but finnick wouldn’t leave you alone for long. “i’m sorry i didn’t know this was occupied.” finnick looked sad and you had no clue why, so being as nice as you are had you opening the room in invitation to him. “no, no! i just wanted to get away from the party. you’re welcome to sit with me finnick.” it felt odd to you for some reason, calling him by his name as if he was a friend. you’d only ever seen him through screens and from afar yet he looked as amazing as always.

“are you sure?” you nodded and smiled, moving down the couch to make room for him. he sat down, respectful of your space. he looked drained and you felt the same way. “tired of the party?” you asked as he smiled and nodded, “a lot of people asking a lot of questions.” you spoke, “everyone has something to say or ask. my dad told me he got three men asking for my hand. we haven’t even been here for two hours. it’s like being in a room with vultures. and if i do accept i’ll just be, nothing. someone stuck to the side of some ugly guy who just wants a pretty face.” you didn’t know what it was about him but you felt as if you could tell him anything.

and he sat, and listened. nodding his head and adding it where appropriate. it felt, nice. having someone actually listen to what you said rather than just asking what you were wearing. he was nothing like what you expected. you’d heard the whispers. that he was a playboy, he was with and had been with multiple women and men over the years. and that he liked it, the gifts, the people, the uhm, other aspects.

“but you, i’m sure you have people to meet, scope out.” you wanted to curl up and die as soon as the words left your mouth. “no! oh my god, i do not mean it like that. you- i- you should not feel ashamed of what you like. i am so sorry- i didn’t mean to imply-” god would you stop droning on? finnick pressed his lips into a thin line, “hey it’s okay. you’re fine. in all honestly, i know everyone has mis-conceptions of me.” you took his place in attentive listening as he explained the truth.

the threats, the people pawing at him, him being sold from fourteen.

you were crying. it all sounded unbelievable and unbearable for someone to go through at such a young age, his life was ruined all because he was pretty, desirable. no child should even have to think of such things let alone experience them. and rather than you comforting him, he was sitting with his arms around you. he was too good to be true.

“i- no i’m so sorry that happened to you finnick. i had no clue, no one does. you are such an amazing person, from the little time i’ve known you. you don’t deserve any of this. how could you get away from this? we could- we could expose snow we could-” finnick cut you off with teary eyes, “there’s nothing we can do. trust me, if there was i would have tried. but i think, if i got married perhaps. i’d have a reason to stay away from the captiol. we’d live in district four, in peace.”

the idea was pretty decent, you’d give him that. and you couldn’t help your heart running a little faster at the prospect of potentially marrying him. you were already fast friends, at least you’d marry a friend? even if he potentially loved someone else or you loved another.

“what if- if you married me?”

he’d hoped you’d say that.

“you’d do that for me? seriously?” finnick faked shock as you nodded, “we’re friends, i’d much rather marry you than anyone else here to be honest. we could be happy.” you smiled as he wiped away his last tear. “y/n, that’s an amazing idea.”

your wedding was marvellous.

your parents pushed out buck after buck, no expense spared for their little girl. as if they actually cared for you. your wedding dress was white and pristine, courtesy of snow. your brown hair in curls and your brown skin glistening. but you added blue accents for finnick, or you thought you did. it’s not like he pushed for you to wear the things he bought by incessantly reminding the makeup artists and helpers that you were marrying the finnick odair, his wife deserved nothing but the best.

you stood infront of a friend, smiling, happy to be marrying a kind soul.

he stood in front of the object of his affection, his desire and love.

in the first few weeks you were undeniably happy, finnick was as sweet as ever and respected you. it was your best outcome. but overtime you seemed to notice changes in his behaviour. when you’d want to go out into town for dinner he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve.

“there’s roadworks towards your favourite restaurant honey. maybe another time?”

“apparently they’re all booked out, maybe in a few weeks time?”

“wouldn’t you rather have a home-cooked meal? i made your favourite sweetheart.”

it began to annoy after the sixth time. “it can’t always be busy can it? we use to go all the time, and it’s not like they’d refuse you finnick. what’s going on?”

“i give you everything you could ever want. why the hell do you want to go out so much? am i not enough? are you- are you seeing someone?” finnick slumped in his seat.

your eyes widened as you rushed over to him, settling on your knees as your hands were placed on his thighs, “finnick how could you say such a thing? i would never do that to you. i swear there’s nothing going on, i just, i’m bored. i’d like to go out with you, explore your district with you, meet new people with you.” finnicks eyes burnt into yours. this is certainly not how he first wanted to see you on your knees, but at least you were whining.

“yeah? you like me? you promise there’s nothing going on?” you nodded dumbly, “yes yes! nothing i promise.” finnick looked down at your hands in his lap, “how do i know you’re not lying?” your hands were on his knees as you straightened your back, coming closer to his eye level, “i promise finnick. you are my husband, i’m with you. i’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

finnick was fighting off every muscle in his cheeks to not start grinning whilst the sad look on his face was breaking your heart, “yeah? anything?” oh this was going to be good. your cheeks were flushed as you heard the words come of out his mouth, “undo my belt sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.” wavering hands hovered over his belt buckle as finnick relaxed into his seat, it couldn’t get better than this right?

wrong.

every time you asked to go out, to meet a friend, to go to the capitol he’d always sulk. and the night would end with you on your knees, him on his to make you forget, or the two of you tangled in sheets.

finnick was finally happy, he had the girl of his dreams after such a long period of sadness, of exploitation and terror. fake smiles and lingering eyes.

he finally got something out of the games.

and his gift?

the victors spoils.

[aesopsbaby]

oh okay 👀. Can I have general hcs for star x Leona?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Leona Kingscholar (TWST), Star (@startheimpactfangirl)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: General headcanons

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: GAHH sorry this took so...so long sobsobs. I really hope this can make it up for the extremely long wait!! Also,,Leona might be ooc since its been a really long time since I've played TWST,,,and I'm going to be honest, I don't remember much about alot of the characters,,(except for Sebek my beloved)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Leona being OOC </3

✧ Leona, as arrogant and prideful as he is, would've definitely been taken aback. He hadn't thought that he would ever fall for someone.

✧ Star fell first but Leona, for sure, fell harder! Something as small as a small smile from Star can send Leona's heart into a frenzy. He'd start to scoff and look away from their direction but the burning feeling in his cheeks and the tips of his ear are evident.

✧ Leona was the first to proclaim his feelings. He hadn't thought of doing so until he started to see other students getting close to Star. Fearing the worst, and losing them to those who he deems are inferior to him is enough to make Leona's envy eat at him. He couldn't possibly stand losing!

Leona grimaced, not caring and never caring to cover up his expression. His eyes were burning holes into the person currently speaking to Star. This is annoying..why is he getting so worked up over this?

He sighed, a low and soft growl as he continued to glare at the scene before him. Deciding he had enough, Leona walked towards Star, holding onto their wrist with a firm yet gentle grasp, tugging them along with him as he walked off. "I need you for a moment." Star tilted their head at his action, but ultimately let him lead them away, leaving the other student to stand there dumbfounded.

"Leona? What are..." Star started, but shook their head slightly before continuing, "Where are we going-" Leona stopped abruptly, turning around to face them, "Listen. I.."

Leona felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his brain was running at a thousand miles per second as he stared at Star's confused expression. He groaned, exasperated at the situation before he brought both of Star's hands up to his face.

"I love you."

He spoke with a softness that shocked Star. Causing them to widened their eyes and feel their blood rushing to their cheeks at the sudden confession. Leona pursed his lips into a thin line, "and..I can't take it..seeing other people...you know..?" Leona mentally cursed at himself for fumbling his words.

He shook his head to clear all the thoughts clouding his ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Look. I..I just can't lose you, alright?"

✧ No matter how long Star and Leona have been together, Leona still can't stumbling over his words whenever he's around Star. He tries so hard to keep a nonchalant and snarky persona, but once Star so much as waves at him and calls him, he falls apart and goes quiet instantly.

✧ Leona only treats Star with so much softness and gentleness. He would do anything to make sure that they are safe and happy. And if making Star happy means to attend lessons instead of slacking off? Well, so be it!

✧ Star spends most of their time with Leona's head on their lap. They will card their fingers through his hair as he sleeps. Leona finds it comforting whenever Star plays with his hair, it helps him to fall asleep faster than the already does.

✧ He gets insecure whenever he is compared to his siblings. Leona always comes to Star and buries his head into their shoulder with his hands wrapped tightly around their waist, holding them close to him as he tries to get rid of all the insecure thoughts. With Star humming a soft tune while soothing him and patting his back, whispering sweet words of affirmation; "You're perfect, Leona."

✧ Leona is only soft for Star. He smiles so softly whenever he sees them. He enjoys picking Star up and doing one spin as the both of them laugh before putting them down on their feet to give them a quick peck on the forehead.

[lexix001]

Show part 1??? Ghostface x reader pairing Billy Loomis and Stu Marcher with reader

I was watching the tv seeing all the channels is full of the serial killers thing. I grew bored and turned off the Tv since there's nothing to watch. 'Ringg' I hear my cell phone rang. I walk to my counter where I put my cell phone quickly answering it. "Hey y/n this is me sid. I've been thinking if you want to come for sleepover tonight at my house with tay of course" The caller says. "Hi Sid, sure I'll be there on 6" I cheered. "great see you" she kissed before ending the call. I pack my things like pj's and more. "MOM I'M GOING OUT" I yelled she gave no responds but I shrug it off anyway and exit my house by my window since it was closer to my car.

I throw my bag inside and drive to Sidney house. it was still early so I stop by at a local store buying snack for us. On my way there I bump into someone. 'the class clown except the class' "Y/n~" He purred. I groan. "Hello Stuart." Putting snack into my basket. "are you planning to run away?" He joked. Also putting random snack which I don't appreciate it what is squid flavored lemon is anyway? I take the random things out from my basket. "Stu stop" I demanded. "where's Tatum?" I asked. He stop putting random things to my cart and shrug. "I don't know, I'm here with Billy boy" He let his goofy smile. "He's your body guard now?" I chuckled. putting popcorns into my cart. "with serial killers around here" I added. He look at my basket. "Movie night?" He asked. "Girls night" I corrected. He scoff. "have you heard about what happened to Steve?" he whisper.

"nope I don't because I thought he was 7 feet underground now" I joked about his death. I let out a laugh. He lets out a chuckled. "IS Y/N THE SCHOOL PERSIDENT JOKE ABOUT SOMEONE DEATH?!" Stu yelled jokingly. but now everyone in the store could hear us now. "sorry.. do you find it offensive?" I fake pout until a hand place to my shoulder. "Of course it is people now probably think your the serial Killer now" I look who it is, "Hi Billy boy" I quote. His eye land to my cart. "Movie night?" He asked. "Girls night" Stu retorted. I give him a flying kiss as a thank you he winked in respond. I walk to the cashier was about to pay. "My treat" He said already giving the cashier his card. who am I to decline his kind offer. "Gahh Thanks!" I cheered and take my stuff outside of the store.

"anything for you but.." He mumble pointing to his check signaling for something. I furrowed my eye brows looking over to Stu. "He wants a kiss. I make a 'ooh' sound "I guess" I tiptoe was about to kiss his cheek until he turn his face to me making my lips land to his lips. "OI!" I yelled both of them ran away giggling like a middle school boy. I rolled my eyes letting it slid away. I put the snack in my car and drive straight to Sid house since its. 5;57 now. I hear my phone right. I answer it. "yo Sid I'm right in the Conner of your house just stay there a bit" I said. clicking on her. I park on her house and ring the door bell.

"Sid its me" I yelled. the door open revealing Sidney. "Hi" She hugs me. "I brought us some snack and popcorns" I smile. "sweet! Randy gave me some of his scary movies tapes." Sid cheered and put the snack on her counter. "I'm gonna take a shower" she said. "can I use after?" I asked. "yeah sure I'll be quick!" She yelled as she reach upstairs. I look to the window. how fast it already started to become dark already. I sit on her couch picking movies then I got distracted by a phone ring. I groan. it wasn't mine. it ring once again. I moaned defeatly and walk to the counter where the phone is. "Hello who's this?" I asked. "mmm takes you long enough to answer my calls" A attractive voice muttered. I asked once again. "yeah yeah who's this?"

"I don't know who is this?" he says playfully. I let out a bitter laugh. grabbing the popcorns heating it. "Do you like scary movies?" he asked. "Randy is that you? you know that I'm not a dvds freak like you right?" I laugh. before the the caller could answer I end the call. crossing my arm. waiting for the popcorn to do any reaction. the phone rang again into my hand. I answer it. "why do you hang up?" He pout. "Randy I love how you forced your voice, Its sexy" I bit my lips. "do you get fired? is this your new job now?" I laugh. "maybe because I'm not Randy" He chuckled bitterly. I furrows my eyebrow. and was about to hang up. "IF YOU HANG UP I WILL STAB YOUR GUTS" He yelled making me flinch. "SIR THIS IS HARRASMENT I WILL TELL YOU TO THE COPS" I sassed. He laugh. "you think I don't know what are you doing now? I'm watching you right now" He smirked to the call. I just could feel it. "yeah? then what am I doing now psycho" I said bending down putting my ass to the air. I don't even know why am I doing this.

I hear him chuckled.

"I was going to say cooking popcorns but now you're bending down putting a show just for me like a little whore you are" He laughs. Fuck

I quickly stands up. after embarrassed myself. I take a deep breath. turning off the stove. I close the window. "YOU THINK THE WINDOW GONNA STOP ME?!" He shout again. making my ear rang. "stop" I order.

"so tell me y/n do you like scary movies?" He said my name as if we are neighbor. "h-oe" I Stuttered and end the call. leaving the phone where It was. The phone rang again making it vibrate to the Counter. I watch it slightly move from the couch.

[electrosair]

yes, you can add me to your 'nonnie list as infj anon! I'd be really honoured (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) 💜

gahh I wanted to add that I keep reading the matchup, it might not seem like a big deal but it brings me a lot of comfort

.. but like, it's also that I love how you portrayed Lyney in it, because omfg I'd die (in a good way) if someone ever tried to surprise me. MY BRAIN GOES LIKE, "oh my god they're so considerate of meeee 😭"

like the thought would mean so much to me. god I love him!!

p.s. I hope your day has been great so far! if not, I'm sending you all of my positive energy ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

<3 im fighting with my brain right now to express myself in english because 1. i should be sleeping 2. it really really really makes me feel so happy and just wqiweuiyfwyiqdbo its just too much happiness to read all of your requests (i swear that in some of them you ask so kindly and my heart melts) and just this little things ;; its great to know that you like what i write even when i feel that it's not so good-

and yes i had a great day! literally just staying at home and spending all my afternoon playing some minecraft while hearing some streams because it has been a long time since i played it

just saying that if anyone wants to play some game i wont say no! i need to have fun this last few days i have before the new year of studying something i have never studied before 🤡

this kinda felt like me venting to my best friend- so sorry if you actually read it to the end

hope you had/are having a great day as well infj anon! i take all of your positive energy and i send you mine ✨

p.s. im thinking of closing the requests for matchups for a bit because theyre a bit of too much for me and i feel bad if i take too much time with them just in the inbox so- yeah, also i want to focus on other requests! so maybe they will be closed for two-three days(?

there you all go, have a new bible to read (sorry)

[choibinn3]

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

[ four. O_o Yang Jungwonnie ]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

luv note - chloe moriondo

WRITTEN PORTION. 1.9k words

btw remember that second hand embarrassment tag?? yeahh....

ps. this is bad, very, very bad and cheesy so be warned (its meant to be, but youll still feel pain lol)

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student council room.

Jungwon could feel his hands clamming up, but he instead urged himself to just swallow down his nerves. For the past week he thought the biggest worry he had was his parents and Student Council work.

Not potentially losing friendships and breaking your heart.

"Jungwon? Are you still there?" your voice asked. It was slightly muffled by the door, but still distinct. "I had to tell Hyuka to go back without me."

You, he remembered. He had to fix this. He had known you since you were both in kindergarten, incidentally somehow being in the same classes up until High School. Still, he didn't know you though.

You were closer than acquaintances, maybe a little less than friends, and definitely not more than people with mutual friends. With everything that had been happening since the Student Council election, he had assumed he'd get closer to you naturally. It just never happened though, but he enjoyed your company when he could.

Yeri on the other hand, he was connected with. Being both Student Council President and Vice President meant they worked together often, and he found himself being drawn to her sweetness. He enjoyed their dynamic and their current friendship.

The way they worked complemented each other, and she always found a way to make him smile—it seemed as though her kindness and generosity knew no bounds. Plus, she related to him in a way none of his other friends did.

Late, after class and after hours, they'd both talk casually while doing paperwork. Jungwon's parents were hardheaded and stubborn people, wanting the best for him and yet stressing him out. They were the whole reason he ran for President in the first place.

He couldn't find it in himself to hate them though.

Yeri was the same, and she supported him throughout all the difficult times he went through because of them. She was soft, so level headed, fiercely loyal, and unbelievably pretty.

They had been partners and friends for a little over a month, and Jungwon was sure he wanted to at least try with her. It was young, new and unfurling feelings, it was something he wanted to find out.

Your energetic personality was charming, but that was all it was. It didn't strike his heart in any particular way. Jungwon was almost 100% sure there was no way Yeri would ever date him after this, but he needed to prioritize your feelings currently.

He just hoped Yeri and him could still be friends afterwards though—because being a liar was the one thing Jungwon wasn't.

"Yeah," he called out, "still here. You can just come back in now."

He watched as you nervously peeled back the sliding door of the clubroom, inching inside to peer at him. You walked closer to stand in front of him, and Jungwon smiled in hopes of easing your anxiousness.

You threw one back, although a bit hesitantly. "Jungwon," you started, twiddling with your fingers. He simply watched—wanting to at least let you talk a bit. Crushing your feelings now would be nothing but brutal. "Honestly, I was really surprised with the letter. Do you... remember back in 3rd grade?"

"No? I'm sorry, I'm not good with memories from Elementary School," the doe-eyed boy replied. He was telling the truth, grade school felt like ages ago and he just hasn't had the time to reminisce on childhood memories.

You held your hands up in a defensive manner. "That's fine! Um, you like... Uhh, how do I say this..." You made gestures with your figures, hoping to convey it to him in one way or another. God, this was dumb.

Jungwon observed silently as you laughed at your own stuttering. Endearing, came to mind. That was cute.

In the Council Room and in class, you were always particularly enthusiastic and excitable. Seeing you bashful was a very different side of you for the black-haired boy.

"I sent you my own love letter once. Like, a long, long time ago, and you sort of rejected me? I think."

"You think?" The boy held back a laugh, but quickly composed himself. He wasn't laughing maliciously, just... how could you be unsure of such a thing? "I'm sorry, but I still don't remember."

"Yeah, that's fine!" You nodded, embarrassed from his almost-chuckle. You did not want to seem like an idiot in front of him today. "Actually, I don't remember much either, but you didn't reply to it."

Jungwon gazed at your brows furrowed from trying to think of more words to say, and suddenly he felt a tonne of guilt fall onto him. His expression grew solemn.

Quick, get it over with, before this would get any worse.

"Look, YN—"

He had to shut his mouth almost immediately.

"What I'm trying to say is—!" You took a deep breath. "I've liked you since then! Since years, and years ago," you finally blurted, closing your eyes as to not see his reaction.

"You're the only one I've ever felt this way towards. I thought once I grew up this warmth would just... go away, but it hasn't and I don't think it will. I was honestly going to just swallow it all down hoping I'd get over it before we graduate, but I couldn't. My feelings were overflowing—I just found myself finding more things about I liked about you instead."

Your goal today was to not embarrass yourself, but to hastily tell him you liked him too before sprinting away. It seemed as though nothing was going to plan so far, for neither of you, actually.

Jungwon was left unable to speak from your surprising declaration. You took that as a sign to continue. Whatever happened next was something for future you to panic over.

"I like your dimples, that smile you make when you're passing by strangers in the hallway, and the way your hair falls when you comb through it. You're admirable in everything you do, truly. The way you help underclassmen, the way you always make sure to assist teachers during your free periods, and how you never seem to complain or get frustrated when we make mistakes."

You had nurtured your feelings for what felt like forever. Even when you were technically rejected back then, and even now. At first, you thought that he would be a passing crush from when you were a kid—but he wasn't. He grew into his own so much so that you found yourself admiring his leadership, compassion and thoughtfulness with each day you watched him.

"I like how mature you are, how you still find the time to care for your friends even with Student Council work, the natural way you light up any room you walk into, how I could honestly hear your voice talk for hours on end, how even though we haven't spoken much you still remember my favorite color from when I told you during introductions, I'm rambling gahh, just—all of it! I like all of it, everything about you!"

Everyday of harboring your secret affections for the boy consisted of soft glances during his speeches, wishes to be able to encase his hand within yours to interlock your fingers under the table during meetings, and wantings to be more than what you were to him. It was alright for a while, but it had started to become painful.

All crushes are painful, you told yourself in 5th grade, watching him start to receive confessions from your classmates.

"—I like you! I've liked you since the 3rd grade, and so I accept! I really, really want to be with you Yang Jungwon. Please take care of me!"

They were all painful, but you were given the chance to make yours not. To make your feelings real and acknowledged, to bare yourself in front of him like a vivisection—and you were taking it. Even when you were practically trembling from the embarrassment.

Jungwon was stilled from the shock. Heeseung had already told him of your long held feelings, but hearing it from your mouth while you had your eyes shut tight made him flustered.

How were you able to do that so shamelessly? To be so vulnerable and weak in front of someone? He had to write a whole letter, albeit a bit poorly, and somehow you were able to say it all.

He's received confessions before, felt those kind of feelings, but he wouldn't have been able to yell out those sort of things ever—no matter how strong his feelings were. You were dangerously bold, he thought.

Bold enough to send a bright heat to overtake his cheeks.

You looked up finally after mustering enough courage from his lack of speaking, only to find yourself blinking at a red-faced Jungwon. Oh my God, he's blushing...! YOU did that.

The both of you stood there for a while, thinking the same thought of what is even happening? Is this real, or have I just been in a daze for the past few days? Jungwon's eyes were comically wide and his mouth was gaping, but he couldn't find it in himself to close it.

The thought made you gain confidence all of a sudden, finding the opportunity to do something you had always wanted to do. Quickly and stealthily, you went onto your tippy toes—

and kissed him on the cheek.

Jungwon felt your lips on the smooth expanse of his skin, and smelt your scent from the intimate proximity. It was a chaste gesture, almost no where close to his lips at all, but he heard his heart beating against his ribcage nonetheless. It thrummed in his ears like a drum, and he wanted to whisper for it to stop.

For it to not be swayed so easily.

It was the innocence of such a thing that got to him. Not once had Jungwon held hands, kissed, or even confessed to someone up until now. Of course, you suddenly getting so close and pecking him with your hands balled up would send his heart into a flurry.

The usually put together Student Council President in front of you let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, the tips of his ears and face becoming rosier. His throat was closing up, God, why was his throat closing up? Not now, please. He couldn't even remember what he was meant to be saying.

You smiled at him, happy to be rendering him to such a state. It was one of the most impulsive things you've done up to date, but you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

This was what those coming of age dramas on TV were describing—it was the start of one of those cheesy, really bad High School romances. Fervent, mushy, uncertain, but so tender it made your heart ache for hours even after watching.

As you retreated slowly, he caught a glimpse of your bright eyes, downcast lashes, and—holy shit you were so close. He could see the particular way you curled your lips.

He had to hold his breath.

Jungwon watched as your expression morphed into one of slight mischievousness, and an inkling of something softer, before you dashed out the sliding doors—

"Wait!

The sudden motion made him gain his words back, but you were already through the hallways with your hand on your bag.

—leaving him with nothing but the memory and the patter of your footsteps. So fast, so much speed, were you in track? The past few seconds were nothing but a blur of confusion and feelings he didn't want felt.

What just... What just happened?

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[stevenbasic]

“Hi Dr J, I’m glad we finally get to chat…”

Holy shit.

——

Earlier that day, I’d been told at the front desk that there was a lady from Evolution Pharmaceuticals on the line, and that she’d like to speak with me. Aubrey had always been good about screening out the sales pitches, the irate patients, the people with whom I really never needed to actually talk. So that she was pulling me aside for this call told me that this one might be something I should probably take...

But - ugh. No. I didn’t want to. This had been a long day, a long week so far - and it was only Tuesday! God, the past few months had been more and more exhausting, humiliating and emasculating with each passing hour. And the more I learned, the more it seemed that this company was at the heart of my troubles. Yes, it offered the opportunities of great financial rewards for the practice with this clinical study trial in which we were going to be participating. Since Jeanette, my previous Office Manager, had left, the mismanagement of the business had us in dire straits. Without the money from Evolution’s study and the “Lean In” grant from the women’s advancement group, I’m not sure we’d still be afloat. So, yeah, maybe I should have taken the call.

“I’ll call them later,” I told Aubrey, and grabbed the films I needed for my next patient.

That had been three hours ago, before my little hallway meeting with Melissa. Since then Gianna - some woman who’d wanted to speak to me about the trial - had called two more times. Left messages. Really wanted just fifteen minutes of my afternoon. Needed to speak with me. I refused each call.

Finally done with patients, sitting in my office at the end of the day as darkness crept in from outside, I sighed as Brittni from the desk buzzed me. She said that Gianna was on the line again. “Can I transfer her?”

“No,” I replied on the intercom, noticing that a little green light had blinked to life on the camera I had clipped to my monitor. I hadn’t seen it before, this light. In fact...when did I get a camera on this computer?

“Tell her I'll call tomorrow...” I finished.

I had set back to finishing some patient notes on my desktop when, suddenly, my screen flashed to black. For a quick moment I thought - oh no, a crash - but then a new, unfamiliar window appeared, and my mouse pointer began moving on its own accord. What the…? The window went full screen and next thing I knew I was in a video chat with-

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were avoiding my calls…” the woman onscreen spoke, laughing casually as she tossed her hair...

“oh, uh…” I was immediately agape. This was who’d been trying to call me all day??

“Anyway...Hi Dr J, I’m glad we finally get to chat…”

Holy shit. This girl was gorgeous. Look at those tits.

As I stared, still shell-shocked and speechless from having my computer hijacked out from under me by a bosomy corporate careerist, she went on to introduce herself as Gianna Albertini, from the clinical trials department at Evolution Pharmaceuticals. She explained how excited she and her team was to get the study off the ground at the practice. Things had been fast tracked at the FDA, they were just waiting for some rubber stamps, and everything looked very promising for their product. She apologized for not being able to meet in person, at least for a while. “I’m on some new retroviral treatment, and they have me quarantined at home,” she explained with surprising nonchalance, “yadda yadda yadda…”

Finally, after a good several minutes of watching her talk - and she held my attention easily, her rack possibly rivaling Melissa’s - she let me get a word in edgewise. I was still confused by how in one moment I was working on my patient charts, and then in the next I was in a video chat. “H-how did you…?”

“Sorry,” Gianna laughed, casually waving away any privacy concerns I was currently about to voice, “I had to remote in, take over your desktop. I really needed to speak with you.” Beyond the blatant intrusions tactics she was obviously willing to employ, there was something in this woman’s eyes, her demeanor, that was making me more and more concerned as the conversation - such as it was - continued. She may have been acting relaxed and friendly, decidedly informal, but there was a seriousness just below the surface that even I could see, even through the screen, and even in the face of those enormous tits. “Plus, maybe it’s actually better we do it this way, rather than on the phone,” she said, as she sat up nice and straight, “So we can see one another’s...smiling faces.”

Gahh...

As she got down to brass tacks, this young woman went on to describe to me some of the details of the new wings in our building into which the office would be expanding, how much more space we and Evolution be acquiring to fulfill the needs of the trial, and when it would all be ready. “Construction is ultra-fast tracked,” she said, “should be done within a few weeks.”

Weeks?? I marveled, silently incredulous. I’d seen the plans; it was a huge project. I’d figured months, if it ever really got done at all. But, the teams did seem motivated, and there were a lot of them, working day-in and day-out, all through the night. Maybe, perhaps? Could they pull it off in weeks?

We also talked about the structure of the trial, what it would involve day-to-day, and the long-term forecast. Evolution seemed ready to set up permanent shop with a clinic in the building, by taking over much of the lease of the new space, with the study just the first step in the door.

“You’ll be listed as the lead investigator,” Gianna explained, continuing on to detail the ins-and-outs of the trial, “but don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of people in place. You really won’t have to do too much, or deal with anyone at the main office. You’ll be reporting just to me...”

“r-reporting to you?” I asked, trying to ignore the impressive bosom which filled the screen, cowed me. That had taken me back a bit...'reporting to her'? I had noticed something in this young woman’s tone, through our chat, that led me to believe that she and I possibly had different views as to the, uh, hierarchy of this whole thing. I was the doctor around this place, and had gotten used to expecting a little respect, being top of the food chain. She, on the other hand, maybe had other ideas.

“That's right,” she said, “we’ll do these chats once a week, more if I feel like we need it. I’ll expect a report from you every day, but again don’t worry. It’s basically something you just have to sign, the girls will do it all. Our other providers will be handling most of the work with the patients in the study, entering data, keeping the FDA happy, blah blah blah. Maybe we’ll ask you to go in and talk to, examine a few of the subjects, just to keep things interesting for you.”

If I hadn’t felt totally emasculated and marginalized, my authority crippled by the horde of women who’d apparently taken over my practice recently, this was the clincher. It would appear that for this study I was going to be not much more than a coddled figurehead, a token man of straw, expected to satisfy the whims of some half-rate pharm company and this woman, at her beck and call. No way!

“I’m going to have to insist on directing care for, uh, the trial subjects,” I asserted, finally getting a moment to exert my will, “they will, technically, be my patients.”

“Oh, of course!” Gianna replied, smiling and throwing her hair over her shoulder, “Allowing for some oversight from the other providers we’ll have in place, you’ll have lots of medical-decision-making to keep yourself busy!”

What did she mean, ‘oversight’?

“They’ll be different than your usual patients, the subjects that we’ll be bringing in for the study, but I think you’ll like them,” she continued, trying to reassure me, “maybe a younger crowd, and of course all female. But in general all you’ll have to do is sit back and watch the money coming in.” She sat, looked into the screen for a moment, in thought. “Though I guess we have some people there handling that for you, too, hm?”

That gave me pause, made me rethink the litany of arguments that were beginning to boil up in my throat. I’d seen some of the paperwork, quickly, as it had moved past my desk for my signatures. It involved a lot of money for the practice. Like, a lot of money. I thought of my bills, my expenses, what I still somehow owed on my student loans. If Sheryl wasn’t going to be there to provide for me, help me pay these things…

If any of it remained, there was obviously some pride I was going to need to swallow.

“S-speaking of money,” I began, “what's my compensation going to look like?“

Something about my question, something about how I was holding myself, made Gianna smile again and then sigh, a sigh that told me she knew something I didn’t, I couldn’t help but think. With that she leaned in, her eyes locked on mine through the camera, and a shiver went up my spine. “Oh don’t worry, Dr. J,” she spoke, “you’ll be well taken care of...“

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[stelliferia]

So yknow my kobold arcane trickster rogue, Kitt? She has a familiar now! His name is Mugwump (after the Canadian cryptid) and he is the best familiar I could ever ask for. What a beautiful good boy.

The process for this little boi was probably the best way I’ve seen find familiar done. The DM’s an absolute legend. I keep thinking about it, and it just make me cry.  Process/backstory dump under the cut. It’s a little long, be warned

I’m so sorry in advance, this became something of a writing exercise for me - if you read it, I really appreciate it, and feel free to send me a PM  if you want to chat!

So in addition to the usual components for the spell (10 gp worth of charcoal, incense, and herbs, and a bronze brazier) Kitt was required to collect a few other things. As someone who casts through her mind (intelligence) she needed to find three objects that represented mastery over three parts of her mind, in order to to have a familiar that represented it.

First was what does she want. Second was what would she do to get what she wanted. And the third was what does she fear will happen if she doesn’t get what she wants.

After much deliberating (on both hers and my parts), Kitt settled on the following things. A feather, some rope, and a set of charred wooden dice.

The feather represented freedom. Freedom from the slumbering ancient red dragon she used to collect shinies, and the threat of the terrible things it is capable of if it wakes. She wants for the rest of the kobolds to be free too. To explore the world and see the wonders it has to offer, no longer bound to endless servitude, just like she is now. The feather itself came from a hawk that used to belong to a very unpleasant man who had since been drowned, freeing it - something Kitt would want for herself and the other kobolds.

The rope represented Kitt’s willingness to explore to the ends of the earth(?) to find the Great Blade that is said to be capable of slaying the dragon for good. If the Blade isn’t the answer, she intends to keep on looking. Her dragonborn companion once told her rope was the most important thing an adventurer could have. So if she’ll be travelling a lot, Kitt figures she’s going to need quite a significant amount.

The charred dice represented everything she’s come to know and love being destroyed. This expansive, scary, beautiful world that she still has so much to learn about, would be ripped away from her if something wasn’t done about the dragon. She’d never see them again - her beloved Priestess telling stories with the shimmery pictures, or her friends and weasel running about, calling her to play. And while she hasn’t known them for quite as long, the crew, no, friends she’s made, she wouldn’t want them taken from her either. They still have stories to write write, quests to complete, and she wants to help see them through to the end. The dice, before they were charred, had delicate gold lettering etched onto each of the faces, and finished with a rich mahogany varnish. They were the first shinies she had ever found, and her first exposure to the outside world. She has fond memories with these dice, of her and her friend sneaking off during rituals to admire and play with the pretty shinies, delighting in the clickity-clackity noise they’d make as they hit the ground. As she went to put them in the fire place, her eyes started welling up, watching her precious reminder of home going up in flames. She quickly wiped them away, as the dice burned and blackened beyond recognition, and she started the ritual.

Falling into a meditative trance, visions surrounded her. She’s standing on the ship deck, nothing and no one else around, except the hawk, soaring above her. She blinked, and suddenly, she was seeing through the hawk’s eyes. It flew over the various islands, some of which she had visited, some of them soon to be. The scene shifts again, and she’s standing again, but this time, its somewhere hot, ashy, and dark. She’s home again. As her eyes adjust, her heart sinks to the floor. All of her friends. Dead. Reluctantly, she looks around. And it’s not just them, but all of the crew, the people she’s met along the way, and her clan, scattered like ragdolls. Looking away from the bodies, she comes snout to snout with a familiar face. A face she spent her life fearing, and hoped never to see again, and not like this. The Great Dragon Viskelaer was awake. 

Waking with a gasp, she found herself back in her quarters. Her heart was pounding, and her face was wet with tears. She curled into a ball, shaken by what she saw. There was a tug at her scarf, and when she looked, bright blue eyes looked back at her. The small mahogany creature pawed its way into Kitt’s lap, and its rope-like tail curling around as it settles in for a nap. Tentatively, the kobold reached out her claws to pet it, like she did the weasels back home. This one felt a little different though. The fur was more like soft feathers, somewhat reminiscent of the hawk. Realizing what had happened, Kitt’s cracked the tiniest grin. This weasel, Mugwump, is her precious shiny, and she was going to make sure she worked to protect it.

RIGHT SO THAT WAs BASICLALY WHAT HAPPENED for Kitt to get her familiar, and nearly everything about it I attribute to my incredible DM. I think he’s the first DM I’ve had who’s given me a world I absolutely adore, and he handles my character (monster race) so incredibly well. He’s very much all about the creative reflavouring, and I live for it. Gahh I have so much to say about this DM. They also handle Mugwump (in-game) very well, and it makes me so unbelievably happy. (i’m going to start a tag for myself for things Mugwump does/things I headcannon he does, called Mugwump Ventures)

So because of Kitt’s love of shinies, Mugwump has an inherent need for them as well. He doesn’t quite understand why though, so his natural response is to bite shinies he finds. He’s always actively seeking them out, eyes glittering whenever he sees one. He melts my heart. The forge cleric (one of my good friends in the group) had just gotten an upgrade to his armour, and didn’t know what to do with his old chain mail, so he ended up giving it to Kitt/Mugwump as a gift. Mugwump was overjoyed, and it’s his new toy now. It was so so sweet, and we are all crying. 

Tangent, but everyone in the party has gifted Kitt with something at some point. I mean, makes sense, you want to appease the captain >:). The druid gave her little daisies whenever he went to get her, the carpenter made her a little boat model, and the forge cleric not only gave her the armour, but he also forged her a proper rapier to replace her pointy stick. It’s just so sweet and wholesome. The crewjust wants to keep this little Kobold child happy

Gosh, another thing, when i first thought about casting Find Familiar, I just assumed it would be a regular weasel, but when the DM began describing Mugwump’s appearance, I began squealing from joy. Every aspect of the familiar’s appearance reflects the items, and what they mean to Kitt. So the eyes were meant to be the seas they were sailing, the rope tail was... the rope, the colouring was supposed to  be the dice and the charring, the feathers for freedom/the hawk, and the form (though predetermined) was home. I was legit so happy about it. I love this DM. It’s been a great time.

Anyways, long post over thanks for reading, hope you stay tuned for more wholesome content!

[doitforstamets]

A fanfic..!

Edit: AO3 with more chapters!

Star Trek Discovery Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets Before Discovery General audiences / Not beta read

Paul sits in the dim hotel lobby, tapping on his thigh with one hand and mindlessly browsing a PADD with the other. There is text on the screen he doesn’t read, and pictures he glances over but doesn’t look at.

His heart jumps at an incoming message.

“Be there in 20 minutes”, Hugh writes.

Paul is frozen staring at the message pop up until it disappears. His hand stops the nervous tapping to grab the PADD from the glass table, and to write back.

“Can’t wait.”

And he really can’t. 20 minutes, still? Paul feels like he’s been waiting for weeks – and technically he has. But he’s only sat in the hotel lobby for a while, just long enough to finish a cup of coffee and go trough his presentation one more time, sloppily. Hardly a way in which he does anything, usually. He takes pride in being very particular about his work.

But not this weekend.

After an unexpected encounter on Alpha Centauri 6 weeks ago – Paul checks in his head, yes, it really has been 6 weeks since he met Hugh – they’ve only been in contact via video calls and messages. Not that it hadn’t been nice – it’s been very nice – Paul was starting to get impatient with not being close to Hugh, physically.

For a while, he had been afraid to say anything, in case Hugh felt differently. He had tried to focus on his work, only messaging Hugh once or twice a day compared to the earlier long daily conversations and calls.

He didn’t mean to get so lost in the research, but that’s just who he was. One day, he had forgotten to message Hugh completely. He had spent his entire day calculating and testing yet another idea for harnessing the potential of the spore drive. It didn’t work.

He returned to his apartment, overlooking the research station on Deneva, defeated and annoyed. He had frustratedly kicked off his shoes, thrown his jacket on the couch, rest of his clothes leaving a messy trail to the bathroom. He didn’t pay much attention to anything while showering. He’s pretty sure he had washed himself.

Stepping out of the bathroom to be met with the warm glow of the Denevian sunset, Paul sighed.

Instantly, there was a muffled vibration coming from somewhere near the entrance to his apartment.

Oh shit, Paul realized. He had not looked at his personal PADD all day.

Quickly making his way to the entrance, he tried to grab the jacket he wore today from the coat rack. It wasn’t there. He turned around, remembering throwing the jacket on the couch, only to realize the buzzing was coming from his feet.

Paul grabbed the PADD from the case on the floor, almost instinctively answered the video call, before realizing he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Hastily, he grabbed the nearest shirt he could find, struggled while putting it on trying to simultaneously hold the PADD. He took a few steps to the couch and answered the call while flopping down on the couch.

Hugh’s face appeared on screen, his brows furrowed a bit, but his mouth turning into a faint smile at the sight of Paul.

“Hey,” Hugh greeted in a soft tone.

“Hi.”

“Where have you been?”

Paul had realized his mistake just moments before, and took a second to think of the answer, no matter how obvious it was.

��In the lab,” Paul answered sounding a little exhausted.

“Of course,” Hugh smiled. “Anything exiting?”

Paul sighed again, turning his gaze to look at the sunset taking its final breaths in the horizon.

“Not really. Another day spent with algorithms and experiments only to prove myself wrong.”

“Oh,” Hugh exhaled with an apologizing look. “That sucks.”

By now, Hugh knew better than to answer Paul’s disappointment with the previously tried encouraging facts, like “that’s part of the research. You’ll get there eventually.”

Instead, he had noticed, Paul took comfort in him just agreeing that sometimes his work was a pain in the ass.

Looking at the pale man on screen, direct sunlight hitting his face and hair, illuminating it even lighter and bouncing off his blue eyes with a beautiful glow, Hugh definitely agreed that right now, he would rather have Paul not so invested in his research. Maybe they could spend some time together, if it wasn’t for their distance and both of their demanding jobs.

Hugh sighed smiling, studying Paul’s white-appearing eyebrows, now furrowing a bit in a way that had become quite familiar to Hugh. Paul quickly turned back to face the screen.

“I don’t really want to think about it,” he huffs. “How was your day?”

“I missed you,” Hugh answers without hesitation.

Paul is taken aback by the honest statement. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you,” Paul murmurs, realizing there are at least a few notifications unread on his PADD from Hugh.

“I know. You were working.”

“Still. I could’ve at least messaged you,” Paul goes on to say, genuinely annoyed at himself for ignoring Hugh for a full day. He meant to keep his distance, but not this much.

“Yeah, you could’ve,” Hugh admits, flashing a grin that almost melts Paul.

Hugh is still in his white Starfleet uniform, although the jacket is open, revealing an undershirt with a far more giving neckline. Paul tries not to stare.

“But I had a busy day too,” Hugh continues. “I have time now.”

“Good,” Paul smiles, although he’s a tiny bit uncomfortable remembering that he isn’t wearing any pants.

“You’re home?” Paul asks an obvious question. He’s seen enough glimpses of Hugh’s quarters to recognize it.

“Well,” Hugh looks a little surprised. “I guess.”

Paul raises an eyebrow as in asking Hugh to elaborate.

“It still doesn’t feel very... homey.”

Hugh had lived in these quarters on this starbase for about six months now. He’d gotten used to it, and felt physically comfortable where he was, but he had never referenced to it as “home”. Maybe because he spent so much time on duty outside the starbase.

“I get that,” Paul answered. He in turn had lived in this apartment for almost 6 years. It was a place to sleep, eat and shower, above anything else. If there was a place he’d consider home, it would be the garden in the lab.

Both men startle slightly, as Paul’s PADD receives a message. Paul furrows his brows and purses his lips, opening the message. Hugh recognises the look from previous calls, often followed with an apologetic Paul having to head back to the lab.

Paul groans at the message in frustration. He places the PADD on the coffee table, disappearing from the screen.

“What is it?” Hugh asks while grabbing something off the screen himself. Might as well fill some reports if Paul must head back to work.

“Umm,” Paul huffs from outside the screen. “It’s Straal.” He reappears wearing grey collage pants and scuffing his damp blonde hair with a towel.

“Back to work?” Hugh asks with a tender smile.

“No... Well, not right now,” Paul answers, reading the message again. He scoffs. “He’s bailing on me for a conference next weekend.”

There’s an annoyed look on the man’s face, as he dismisses the message and leans back on the couch, defeated.

“Fucking Straal,” he hisses, just audibly for Hugh to hear. He chuckles to himself, trying to hide a smile.

“Where is it?” Hugh asks, apparently while writing some notes on another device in front of him.

“Betazed.” Ugh. That’s far.

“Really?” Hugh raises his brows and opens a new tap on his PADD with a swift touch. Betazed is closer than Deneva, that’s for sure.

“I’m so tired of having to act like an idiot at these things,” Paul starts ranting. Hugh nods, but is still flicking trough tabs on his device to look at something else.

“I don’t know anyone, or even if I did, I don’t care enough to remember them. Most people don’t actually care about the research and are there just for the show and... gossip,” Paul huffs. “Who goes to a science conference for gossip?”

Hugh glances at Paul and gives a small chuckle. He’s reminded of what often goes on during Starfleet Medical personnel seminars, after and in between the lectures...

“I know some people,” Hugh laughs. He’s dug up a file listing his work shifts, displayed in thick boxes of multiple colors for multiple sites and types of shifts. He scrolls down to next week.

“It’s obnoxious. Would be fine if it was just the presentations, but there’s always some afterparty you’re expected to attend if you’re to actually make connections and get sponsors. Escapes me how my social presence has anything to do with the research...” Paul rants on.

They’ve had this conversation before, a few weeks ago, when Paul was getting ready for another one of his trips across the galaxy to present his genius research to much less interested audiences. It was clear Paul wasn’t much of a people’s person. He was a convincing speaker, though. Hugh had been intrigued from the first moment he saw Paul give his presentation. Intense, captivating and so excited about his own work, it was hard not to be. Or so Hugh had thought. Apparently, he was in the minority.

“Why does Justin just get to inform me he’s not coming. I better be in a hospital if I were to skip one of these things."

Hugh looks at Paul on the screen, his face now more frustrated than annoyed.

“Please don’t hurt yourself for that,” Hugh kids. Although there’s a slight chance Paul actually might be that stupid, he admits.

Paul smiles back at him softly. A moment passes in silence, before Hugh continues.

“You know... I have vacation days saved up. I’ve always wanted to visit Betazed.”

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GAHH. I have not written fanfiction in years..! Please be gentle, I know I also change the tense halfway trough, sorryyy. But also, this needs a name I guess?

[khushboodarfool]

I cannot make this stuff up

Today was a day for the books. 

We vaccinated 360 patients with Moderna COVID vaccine. I was so exhausted. apparently the memo that our hospital is giving is that we can vaccinate patients who have had COVID, as long as they are no longer symptomatic. The procedure is that we go to their cars garbed up in PPE (double masked, gown, face shield), and I ended up vaccinating 3 patients like this. One of the patients, had several really good questions but it took 30 minutes of us interacting. Then, when she felt comfortable vaccinating, she had a coughing fit and coughed really close to my face shield. She was masked, and I was appropriately garbed, but it still gave me a lot of anxiety. I came back in and threw away all of my PPE and washed my hands twice lol. I was so shook by the experience. I’ve interacted with several COVID patients at this point. But something about the way it was unexpected, and I was very close during the coughing fit was a bit jarring. If I wasn’t literally injecting the vaccine when this happened, I would have backed away and let her finish but I wasn’t able to.

Anyways, after I got a hold of myself (30 minutes), I started vaccinating more outpatients. I ended up looking at my phone while I was charting, and I saw that I had 6 missed calls from my childhood best friend. My heart sank because I literally thought someone died. I called her back to see what was going on, and the conversation was just so bizarre. She asked me if I was busy, and I told her kind offfffff, but it sounds like an emergency so tell me whats going on. Long and short of it, she told me that one of her colleagues told her she could leave her rotation early because nobody really notices for that particular rotation. So she took it one step further and didn’t come in for two days. The attending (or chief of staff?), ended up asking her if she was on that particular rotation because it sounds like news got out. Let me tell you, this woman is not one to play hookie, she’s the most studious, diligent, hardworking person I know so this SCREAMS burnout. But it doesn’t help that she was venting to someone who is also very burnt out, in the middle of getting slammed by patients. So I am sorry to admit, I was more confused than empathetic. While she was venting to me, my boss basically checked up on me to see what the hold up was for vaccinating, and I had to abruptly hang up. I felt super embarrassed because things are not good with me and my boss right now, and I feel like I looked sketch. 

So that whole thing started consuming my mind. I ultimately messaged her when I got home way later because she texted me saying “I feel dumb and stupid x.x i don’t think I would have done this if I wasn’t feeling down and depressed”. My heart sank reading that. We literally message everyday, and I had no idea she was struggling so much. I think its because of COVID and just the rigor of residency but I am also afraid that there is something deeper and she just didn’t tell me? I really want things to be better for her, and I would be so sad to know that she didn’t feel like she could tell me where she’s at for things to get so bad.

Okay, all of that happens. Some day right? But wait...its not over.

Security came up to me, and said “wow what a day, so thankful we’re done vaccinating!”, which was really awkward because I still had 2 doses left. We frantically got 2 patients at 5, and then it turns out another pharmacist also had 3 doses and didn’t tell anyone to rally for 3 more patients so we ended up wasting 3 doses today. Which kinda made me feel some type of way because why did I go through hell and back for these 2 patients even though we ended up wasting doses anyways SMH. But every dose counts, and atleast I was able to take responsibility for mine.

While I was waiting for these 2 patients to come, I started charting like my life depended on it. All of a sudden, one of the pharmacists came up to me and told me that EHR was down throughout the hospital (ofcourse it is when we have to chart 400 patients worth of vaccinations, that we had ZERO time to take care of between patients)  but the laptops still had access to EHR through WIFI somehow. So he asked me if he could use my laptop after I’m done, which made me feel bad because I knew it was going to be awhile. 

Thennn my technicians came up to me as they were leaving for the day. One of them said “Hey do you know what’s going on?” and I responded “uhhh EHR is down?”, and they both laughed and said “there is an active shooter in our city”. I think I was too exhausted to process this news at this time. I was literally like what else is new. That’s great. This is very weird btw because we live in a really rural area where violent crimes are SUPER rare. So I did what any insane burnt out pharmacist would do in my situation, I kept charting. Despite knowing about this shooter, multiple people were able to go home at 5. 

My patients came in, and as I was vaccinating my second patient. I saw security turn off all of the lights in the hospital. Then, all of a sudden on the intercom I hear “ATTENTION ATT - LOCKDOWN, LOCKDOWN, LOCKDOWN”. So I took my patient into the pharmacy (we have a booth set up outside of the pharmacy for COVID vaccines), and then we waited for the clear in the pharmacy. 

Apparently there were multiple active shooters (3 that we know of with rifles...could be more). 2 police officers got shot, and one got grazed. My close friend’s fiance is a cop. He is quarantining due to a COVID exposure, and they had to pull him back in because of this. So bizarre that tonight in our small town, there was an area surrounded by cops and apparently a helicopter (which idk where we got that from). 5.5 hours later and she just messaged me that it looks like everything is okay. I’m still holding my breath, I just want to make sure he makes it home okay. I didn’t realize how much I care about him and appreciate him until I got super emotional while praying for him. He has always been sweet and protective of me. He got me flowers after my car accident, and always gets me tools and gear because he’s just that kind of person. My friend is pregnant with his baby. I feel like this in aggregate is too much for one person to deal with. Not to mention, she works in the same toxic, COVID infested environment as me. 

I ended up talking to my man about all of this briefly and I feel like he just didn’t get the immensity of crazy and stress of this day. So I kind of got snippy and ultimately he decided to let me have a little moment and eat dinner alone (partly because I kinda asked him to), but idk it sucks to come home and feel misunderstood after a long day. I do feel bad because he was still listening to me ramble about the craziness, and I know work is crazy for him too. 

Gahh. I’ll try to call him and see if I can make amends. 

Here’s to hoping tomorrow will be better. 

[desteez]

Rollercoaster ~ ATEEZ Yunho

summary: it’s yunho’s birthday and to celebrate, he brings everyone to the amusement park. little do you know that he’s got a plan of his own.

words: 1.8k

note: hiii!! this is the first fic i’ve written like ever. if you read it, i’d really appreciate any feedback or criticism or even a “it was good/bad” cause i have no idea what my writing is like. if this flops…i’ll just assume it was bad 🙈 enjoy!!

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With one eye on your phone, and another on any flies that wandered too close, you sighed as you sat in the shade under the big blue umbrella. You hated amusement parks; the little kids running everywhere, the noisy yelling and screaming of teenagers, the hordes of people swarming here and there — and if that wasn’t enough to make you hate it here, the hair-raising thought of roller coasters and stomach dropping heights sure did. The last time you’d been to an amusement park was years ago. In fact, the only reason you were here today was because it was Yunho’s birthday and he’d wanted to celebrate it here with everyone and knowing how much you hated amusement parks, had practically begged you on his knees in front of everyone until you told him that you’d go. Which was why, you now sat alone at a bench with enough fries, pizzas, hot dogs, fried chicken, chips, lava cakes, and colas to feed a football team in front of you.

As you stuck another ketchup slathered fry in your mouth, you heard Wooyoung’s high piercing voice cut through the crowds of people before you saw him emerge with your other friends.

“Oh My God San, I can’t believe you actually did that??!?”

“Oh come on, I was just thirsty!” San exclaims as you see him flash his signature wink and dimpled smile at Wooyoung before coming to join you at the bench.

Wooyoung takes the seat next to you as he tells you with wide eyes, “Y/N! You won’t believe what San did when we were on the MX! He— “

“He pulled out his water bottle and was drinking water on a rollercoaster,” Yeosang cut in as he pushed Wooyoung over on the bench to sit in the seat in-between the two of you, aka the closest spot on the bench to the fried chicken.

“Ughh you make it sound as if it’s nothing.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes as he deftly snags the chicken leg Yeosang was reaching out for.

“Compared to other things he’s done. I’m surprised that you still get surprised every time he does something out of the ordinary!” Yunho playfully claps Wooyoung on the shoulder, laughing, before sitting down with Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho.

“YesYes, our Sanie is a special one isn’t he,” you coo in San’s direction and get a smile and a vigorous nod back.

You sip on your cola and smile around your straw as you watch your friends laugh and tease each other. You’d known them for less than a year yet it seemed like forever ago when you first met them and they welcomed you into their large group. Your eyes wander across each of their faces feeling a warm smile spreading across your own until your eyes come to rest on Yunho. Yunho was staring off blankly into the distance and hadn’t eaten a bite of the food laid before him.

“Aren’t you hungry birthday boy?” You get no response and the others slowly quiet down to look over at Yunho.

“Yunho?” Hongjoong nudges Yunho’s shoulder with his own breaking the spell.

“Hu— Huh?” Yunho’s eyes flash back to the group and looks around. “Ah sorry, my mind was wandering.” He flashes a sheepish smile and meets your eyes. “Hey Y/N, don’t you want to at least try going on a roller coaster today?”

The onion ring that you were about to eat stopped an inch away as your mouth hung open, “I— I, not really?”

“Oh come on Y/N, it’s really fun and thrilling and not scary at all!” San says.

Yeosang laughs in the midst of eating his fifth chicken. “I don’t think you even know what _scary _means San.”

Yunho gets up and walks around the bench to stand behind you and grasps your arm. “Think of it as your birthday present to me! Let’s try the MX, even Mingi doesn’t think that one’s that bad.”

You look over at Mingi who chokes on his hot dog but gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up.

Looking at Yunho’s wide and inviting eyes, you just couldn’t say no. Sighing you get up from your seat and say, “Let’s get this over with”. The boys all cheer and shout drawing the eyes of passerby’s as you follow Yunho to the MX.

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“Is it really necessary that I try a roller coaster ride today?” You question as you and Yunho stand in line.

“Hmmm… Yes!” Yunho answers and you groan and crouch down. “Y/N, look we’re almost at the front and leaving now would be a pity since we’ve waited for so long.”

Truthfully, you did kind of want to try the rollercoaster and Yunho was right. Looking at how long the line was behind you, you didn’t bake in the sun standing in line for the last 7 minutes for nothing. And looking at the actual rollercoaster, it wasn’t that bad — it really didn’t look that high and you’d only counted 5 steep hills. Yunho helpfully hauls you up by the arm as the line starts moving again.

The two of you finally get to the front of the line and Yunho drags you to the very first cart.

“Ladies first,” he says and you enter first with a roll of your eyes as he takes the seat next to you.

As the voice over the speakers recites it’s safety guidelines Yunho reaches forward and pulls the bar towards the two of you, trapping you to your seat.

“Wa-wAiT,” you stutter, “tHAT’s aLL ThEre iS?” “Isn’t there supposed to be like something that goes over your head like a life vest so you don’t like…FLY OFF?”

Yunho laughs at the worried look on your face. “That’s all there is for this one! It’s part of the thrill of the MX, that there’s really almost nothing keeping you to your seat. Mingi had the exact same reaction you did!”

“Holy there’s no way this is safe! I can’t believe Ming-AHGHH,” you scream as the cart suddenly springs forward. You bring a hand to your mouth in embarrassment when the people behind you snicker. Yunho giggles too and takes your hand away from your mouth and places it on the bar as the cart begins it’s long upward climb.

“It’s really not that bad Y/N! I promise!” Yunho shoots you a smile and you don’t know if it’s the butterflies fluttering in your stomach or the adrenaline coursing through your veins or the fact that Yunho’s hand still warmly grasped yours where it was gripping the safety bar but the sound of your heart beating was too evident in your ears as you stared at Yunho’s smiling side profile.

When you thought about it now, the way you felt about Yunho was different then how you felt about the others. Sometimes you’d catch yourself following his every move with your eyes and he was the only one that could truly make your cheeks turn pink when he teased you. There’d always been … something more. Something that you never dared to think about cause the possibility of the unsaid “if” was dangerous.

Sighing you drag your eyes away from his face to look around only to do a double take at how high you guys were climbing. Your leg starts to bounce up and down in anxiousness as you spot the tiny little dot of the blue umbrella that you were sitting at only 10 minutes ago. Beside you, you hear Yunho take in a shaky and deep breath. “Ah, who’s the scaredy cat now?” You joke in an attempt to shake off the apprehension you were feeling as the cart was almost to the top. Yunho squirms in his seat but flashes you a quick smile. You smile a little to yourself thinking that even goofballs and thrill seekers like Yunho could get butterflies on roller coasters.

The cart stopped as the top was reached and because you were in the first cart, you hung a bit on the other side of the slope, giving you a perfect view of the almost 90 degrees drop to the ground.

Oh my god oh my god you start muttering to yourself as your hands clench around the safety bars. Yunho had moved his hand away and it now sat a few inches away. Would it be okay to grab his hand? you wondered. Why did the roller coaster feel so much higher up than it looked? It’d be over in no time wouldn’t it? The actual possibility of flying off the roller coaster had to be near impossible right? They wouldn’t have designed it this way if it weren’t safe …right?

Over the speakers the countdown to the drop begins and you start chanting oh my god oh my god louder.

5!…You were in no way physically or mentally prepared for the drop that was too come

4!…When you got off, you’d give Yunho his birthday punches right then and there

3!…He deserved that much and more for dragging you here

2!…Holy was there no way to stop this thing??

1!… You couldn’t believe you’d let someone like Yunho persuade you with his puppy-like ey—

“I LOVE YOU Y/N! WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND”

“WHAIT WHAA-ASFAFNAGFAISUFHAFHO”

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As the cart returned back to its starting point you stare straight ahead till it comes to a stop. When the safety bar lifted, you immediately get out on shaky legs and start walking without waiting for Yunho. You couldn’t even remember what it felt like when the roller coaster finally sped down the incline and if you screamed or not. There was only one thing on your mind yet that too seemed a bit fuzzy.

There was no way you heard what you heard. You knew for sure he yelled something at the top before the drop. Gahh knowing him he’d probably proclaimed his love for all golden retrievers around the world. There was no way and no reason for him to have said what you thought he’d said, your ears were playing tricks on you and making you hear what you wanted to hear and you hated yourself for hoping that it wasn’t just your imagination.

You walk back to the blue umbrella with Yunho following closely behind. The others, oblivious to the war you were fighting in your head, were still loudly laughing and teasing each other but became quiet as the two of you approach. You sit down in your seat and casually reach for a fry as everyone looks back and forth between the two of you. Yunho slowly takes his seat too and you can feel his eyes burning into you, questioning why you walked off without him, but you can’t look at his face, you just can’t meet his gaze. Seonghwa lightly clears his throat and you can hear the gears in his mind overworking, trying to find something to say.

It’s Wooyoung who finally breaks the silence and pipes up looking straight at you.

“So, did you say yes??”

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… and then they lived happily ever after …

// by @esdblu | @desteez

{Masterlist All}

[younggiantbiscuitzonk]

 “Liza please get up.” Despite everything going on Liza stayed there wailing. Water flowed down her face, looking more shattered as she sobbed louder. The strong presence she once carried vanished, leaving nothing but a broken girl. 

   “AMMY!” she shrieked, “ Don’t leave me! Please! Amyy!”

        Amy was gone. That was it. Everything she and Liza planned to do after the war, the life they planned to live gone in seconds. They were supposed to get married, start a family, buy a house. Do anything and everything together. 

     The thought of never seeing Amy smile or laugh like everything was ok or look at her like she was the only thing in the world coursed through Liza’s mind making her weep louder. 

   “Liza please,” James laid a hand on her, “ they’re coming, we have to go now. Elizabeth, please!” 

     James felt a strong pull on his arm, suddenly he was face to face with Liza, anger making its way to her surface.

    “You do not call me Elizabeth. Got it?” she forced through her sobs. 

             Breaking out of her grasp, James got up before she continued to cry. He thought to himself, he knew he had to leave her. It was for the greater good. It was his job. His number one priority. James recalled his conversation with Commander Diana that morning. 

         ‘James no matter what happens remember your first priority is to keep the public safe, no matter how many soldiers we’ll lose. When you joined this rebellion you knew you could lose your life. You knew you’d see others lose their lives.’

      ‘Commander what, what’re you talking to about’ James responded

      ‘James, just listen to me’

      ‘Not until you tell me what’s going on’

    ‘Sigh. I should have been honest from the beginning. Our whereabouts are known, James. They’ve found us.

    ‘What? No this has to be some sort of mistake. It’s not, they, they can’t. They, no.’

‘It’s no mistake, James. And chances are most people aren’t gonna take it as you did. You need to get everyone out quickly and easily. And if you have to leave someone behind. Then so be it’ 

                 But how could he? Liza, she was so important to him, and to see her on the floor broken and wailing. It crushed him. Even when they were kids she was always so strong and dominant. 

             James remembered how simple things were when they were kids. When the only worry was being caught eating too much ice cream. He remembered when they declared that they would be best friends forever.

                      ‘We’ll be friends forever, right? James asked

             ‘Don’t be stupid,’ Liza rolled her eyes ‘of course we’ll be friends forever. We’re best friends. 

        ‘Alright. Best friends forever then.’ 

        ‘Yeah, friends forever.’ 

                          But James had a job to be done 

          “I’m sorry Liza” he whispered tears running down his face.

        “What?”

       Liza lifted her head to see a ship in the sky headed right toward her town. But worst of all.

        James was nowhere to be seen.

     “James!” Liza cried. “Where are you, James! Please! Don’t leave me too. James!?”

         Liza wanted to sit down and cry. She wanted to cry till she had no tears left. But that ship was coming fast and she had to hide. Liza roughly rubbed her eye, wiping her tears away. Within seconds she realized it was over. The ship heading towards her was long and slender, four cannons at each side. A ship Liza had only seen once. The one she lost her eye to. The one she lost her family to.

       Liza darted towards the forest, not looking back, tears flowing past her face as she ran faster, her black ponytail flying through the air, landing in her face after coming to an abrupt stop. 

              There was a small theater in the woods. It was painted pink and had vines growing at its sides. It looked like a little home with its triangle top and wood walls.

      As a child, Liza heard about a theater in the woods. There stories about how it was haunted and no one would ever take it down in fear.  Liza believed that it was nothing more than an old folktale, a legend to say the least. But thinking back to it now, why was this building still here? After hundreds of years, why would they keep it? Theater houses aren’t even used anymore. 

    Maybe there was something in the theater, but not a ghost, maybe another one of them. The question floated around Liza’s mind. But she didn’t have time to think about that. The ship was coming fast and Liza had to hide faster. 

     Liza grabbed on the nearest and most powerful weapon she had as a child.

      A stick

           Sure some might say a stick isn’t that strong but in the right hands it could be as powerful as a gun. And Liza had the right hands. Like her mother always said,‘it doesn’t matter what the weapon is as long as you use it right.’ How Liza missed her mother. Her laugh, smile, even her scolding. Tears began to fill her eye as all the memories came rushing back. No. She had to be strong right now. For her mom, dad, brother, Amy, Jame-

     No. Not James. 

      Liza headed into the theater clutching on to the stick for safety. She searched the different rooms in the theater, making sure each of them were clear. Everything was dusty and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. 

     Water was dripping through the holes in the ceiling, causing small puddles to form. With every step, Liza took the floorboards creaked creating echoes within the halls. Flowers and vines were growing in and out of the theater walls. The vines were scattered across the floor causing her to keep tripping, and getting her to fall twice,  while the flowers prickled against her skin giving Liza scratches and making her arms bleed. 

          ‘If someone was really here they’d already I was too by now’ she thought silently 

      This theater was beautiful but hurt her many times. Every rose has its thorns. Especially the ones in the wall.

       But if all went according to plan, Liza wouldn’t be there long. And what happens after she gets out, well there was still time to think of that.

      “GAHH!” she groaned. The pain really started to kick in. The splinters from the stick started sinking into her skin, the thorns slashed her surface. She was covered in so much blood she was practically Bloody Mary.

      Liza wanted to yell and scream, or even sit down and sob, but there was too much on the line. No. There was too little on the line. There was one thing on the line. Her life. The only thing she had left.

       Liza bit her lip to stop screams, but every now and then a groan would escape her lips. 

     ‘Come on. There has to be somewhere to hide’

   “Ahhhhh” Liza howled as her bare foot was met with an old rusty nail. 

      There she was on the floor covered in blood, tears covering the side of her face. She’s never felt so pathetic, so helpless. She had nobody, not her family, friends, Amy, James. 

     James

       He was the reason she was here. He knew that they were coming. He knew she could die and yet he still left her there hopeless. Anger boiled up inside her, but all that anger quickly turned into a different kind of pain.

     Sadness 

      And there she was again, wailing despite all the chaos going on around her. Tears were flowing down her face, looking more shattered as she sobbed louder. Liza had never cried this much before. But that strong presence she once carried was gone forever, all she was, was a broken girl, waiting for her death.

    There it was right above her. Death, ready to kill her. 

   Her ender had glistening green skin and short silver hair, large horns and, of course, the tool to do it: a spear

    Liza couldn’t remember what happened next, but she felt something in her chest before everything went dark. 

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the heart Season 1 finale

Warning this episode of matters of the heart contains heavy subject matters including blood,  swearing, and battle scenes you have been warned Matters of the heart Episode 15: It comes to this

{OPENING CREDITS}

{Open to Isaiah opening up the door to Varian’s room; Zapada and Varian are both sleeping calmly}

Isaiah: hehe… {He climbs up on the dresser and positions himself to jump; he leaps onto the bed} Isaiah: CANNONBALL!!! Zapada: AH! {Varian lurches forward holding a quill defensively but half asleep} Varian: Mnngaah...w-wha happened…? Isaiah: ...Honestly, dad what were you planning to do with that? Varian: …. A quill is...sharp… Zapada: Isaiah, copil obraznic! {She grabs him and blows a raspberry on him; he laughs}

Zapada: why the sudden wake-up? Something happy happening today? Isaiah: I’m spending the day with Grandpa! He’s going to show me some new fighting moves! Zapada: how lovely! Varian: well go get dressed and I’ll get started on breakfast. Isaiah: Alright! {He runs out of the room and Varian gets up; cut to the forest treeline where Larkspur is standing with Joseph} Larkspur: And you're positive Varian is going to be working the south fields today? Joseph: That's what I remember from the assignments. we are planning on planting a new Orchard there and Varian is supposed to go out there and look at the landscape make sure that the soil was good enough for the trees.  he'll be completely alone and at your mercy. Larkspur: perfect... run along now...You'll know when it has happened. {Joseph walks away looking hesitant; zoom in on Larkspurs smirk and cut to the breakfast table and Isaiah eating toast and stuffing bacon in his mouth} Varian:  easy there buddy you don't want to choke! Isaiah: Sorry! I'm just excited! this time I'll be practicing with an actual sword! Varian:  I know you're excited but remember that this isn't a toy it's a weapon. Isaiah: I know that! Zapada:  Where are you going to be practicing? Isaiah: the North Orchard. already Harvest from there while ago so it should be kind of barren. perfect place to practice. {Varian looks over some papers at the table with a grim look} Zapada: Iubirea mea? Something troubles you? Varian: there’s a break out of stomach flu affecting the children...I need to make medicine for all of them… {Isaiah chokes on his food and coughs} Varian: what did I just say? Isaiah: a-all of them!? That’s like 20 bottles of medicine to make! That’ll take hours!

Varian: I know...and I promised Dad I’d look at the south fields for that new orchard...

Zapada: You yell at Isaiah for stuffing himself but then you bite off more than you can chew… {Quirin enters the kitchen} Quirin: mornin’ everyone! Why does Varian look frazzled? Zapada: take a guess… Quirin: Take on too much again? Zapada: bingo… Varian: Does everybody just know things about me that I don't? Isaiah: yes. Quirin:  what are you stressed about this time? Varian:  I have to make medicine for all those sick kids… I'm sorry Dad I don't know if I'll have time for checking on the South fields. Quirin: hmm.. that's alright... tell you what I'll take Isaiah to the South fields and we can practice there.  at the same time, I can survey the landscape. Varian: Are you sure Dad? I can try and make time! Quirin:  don't worry about it it doesn't matter where we practice as long as we're practicing and I’m spending time with my favorite grandson! {Isaiah hugs him} Varian: Alright if you're sure. Isaiah remember to listen to your grandfather I don't want you coming back with no fingers. Isaiah: got it, dad! Quirin: come on then my boy. Isaiah: WOO! {Cut to the edge of the south fields where Larkspur is waiting with Noremoth} Noremoth: Would you mind telling me how we're going to go about this? I fought The Alchemist before and he's not easily taken down. Larkspur:  see that's your problem you have little faith in yourself. Noremoth:...Excuse you. Larkspur: Let's just say I borrowed something from our vessel. {holds up a small vial} Noremoth: is that... her blood? that's disgusting… Larkspur: nobody cares what your opinion is about it.  besides, it's only a small drop. I don't exactly like getting my hands dirty so I found a way to control others using our dear vessel’s power. Noremoth:  go on… Larkspur:  we can transfer some of her power to other beings through her blood. Thanks to our wonderful studies and hard work Zhan tiri’s power has been written into her DNA.  if we share her blood with another host they Receive the power as well.  but for a cost. Noremoth: huh? Larkspur:  the powers unstable when outside of our vessel and it hasn't been written into the host DNA So eventually it will destroy the host.  and I have a grand plan for who our hosts will be. {Cut to the field and Isaiah and Quirin walking into frame} Quirin: Now have you been practicing as I told you? Isaiah: Yup!  Every day!  and actually grandpa I was wondering if I could talk to you about something. Quirin: oh? Isaiah: You told me a while ago that one day there would be a time where I would need to make a decision whether or not to follow my own path or the orders that were given to me. Quirin: mmhmm? Isaiah: did you ever have to make a decision like that? Quirin:... yes I did... as you know many years before I was part of a Brotherhood. one day I had to make the decision for myself. The kingdom started to fall and I had to make a decision whether to continue serving the Brotherhood or to take my own path.  and I chose to take my own path.  I moved out to Corona, started a family. Isaiah: Did you ever regret it? Quirin:.... there were times I missed my comrades. wondered what they were up to.  but never for a second did I regret my decision of leaving. even with everything that happened. because from that decision I got your dad and then I got you. Isaiah: aww grandpa stop… Quirin:  no I'm serious. I made the decision for myself and good things came out of it. I don't know what situation you'll be facing where you'll have to make the same decision but I can only hope that you weigh your options like I did and be safe and smart. Isaiah:  I promised Grandpa. I'll make you and dad proud. {he hugs him and Quirin hugs him back} Isaiah:  I love you, grandpa... Quirin:...I love you too, Isaiah... {a howl is heard and Quirin looks around} Isaiah: Was that a wolf? they don't normally come near the village. Quirin:... no, they don't... Isaiah get moving. Isaiah:  what? Quirin: Something's wrong here and I don't like it let's get back to the vill- {numorous wolves with glowing green eyes come out of the tall grass and surround them} Isaiah: G-Grandpa! {Quirin points his staff at all the wolves and looks around as they back up into a tree in the field} Quirin:... Isaiah... get up in the tree. Isaiah: But what about y-!? {A wolf lunges and Quirin smacks it away with his staff} Quirin: Get up in the tree now! {Isaiah climbs the tree and Quirin helps him up; another wolf lunges and bites Quirin’s side} Quirin: GAHH! Isaiah: Grandpa!!! {Quirin punches the wolf making it yelp and let go; Quirin grips his bleeding side} Isaiah: Grandpa! Please let me help! Quirin: NO!  Stay up in the tree! Do NOT get down! {Qurin begins fighting the wolves; as they bite and claw at him he hits them away with his staff but they only get back up; Isaiah watches in horror as his grandfather is torn and bitten; cut to the lab} Varian: one more drop...annnddd… {The solution explodes in his face; he coughs and sputters} Zapada: So um...Ho-Hows the medicine coming? Varian:...ugh...Peachy… {A loud scream is heard as well as howls and Varian looks over to a concerned Zapada; he grabs his alchemy belt and runs out the door and down the road pass concerned and scared Villagers; Cut back to the fight} Quirin: that all you got? Huh!? C’mon! {Quirin is heavily bleeding from his wounds and Isaiah watches with a look of utter horror; as Quirin bats away the others one wolf sneaks behind him} Isaiah: Grandpa! LOOK OUT! {Quirin turns around and is tackled from behind by the wolf; once he hits the ground the wolves swarm him} Isaiah: GRANDPA!!!! {Isaiah’s look of horror turns to that of pure rage as he breaks off a thorned branch and leaps down from the tree} Isaiah: GET. OFF. OF. MY. GRANDPA!!! {He swings at the wolves with the thorned branch making most of them yelp and run but a singular one; Isaiah swing at it but it catches the branch with its teeth and rips it from Isaiah’s hands and tackled him to the ground fangs at the ready} Isaiah: AHHHHHH! Quirin: I...Isaiah... {a alchemy sphere is thrown at the wolf and blows making the wolf cough and paw at its face; Varian and other men from the village run up yelling and making loud noise to scare it off; The wolf growls and runs off} Varian: ISAIAH! DAD Oh my god… Villager 1: We have to get him to the physician! Villager 2: this doesn’t look good...there’s too much blood. Varian: Dad! DAD! Stay with me! Quirin:...Varian…. {Cut to the edge of the village where a crowd is gathering; Nathaniel tries to push through the crowd but can’t and runs over to his dad’s shop} Nathaniel: DAD! There was an attack by wolves!  they never come this close to the Village!  I heard that someone's hurt really bad! I didn't see who though! Joseph:...is that so… Nathaniel:...dad? {Joseph walks out to the road just in time to see a few men carrying a stretcher with Quirin on it; Varian and Isaiah are at Quirin’s side} Joseph: Q-..Quirin...no. {Nathaniel runs up beside Isaiah} Joseph: no...this..this isn’t...right… {The take Quirin into the physicians home} Varian: Isaiah stay out here! Isaiah: but Grandpa! Varian: I know...but please stay out here… Isaiah: *nods* {Varian goes inside as Isaiah leans against the side of the house and sinks to the ground} Isaiah:.......AHHHHHHHH!!! {Nathaniel kneels next to Isaiah who is sobbing; they share a glance; Nathaniel says nothing and pulls him into his arms and holds his friend as he cries; cut to inside the house} Physician: theres...nothing I can do...he’s bleeding too heavily. Varian: no..No there has to be something! PLEASE! Physician:...*shakes head* Varian: D-Dad… Quirin: Varian… {He holds out his hand to him and Varian firmly takes it} Varian: Dad...Please. I’m not ready for this. Y-you can’t leave me. Quirin: V-Varian..S..on...The village...will look to..you now. Varian: No dad, please! Quirin:...It’s...going to be..ok..ay. You...are strong a..nd..sma..rt..you have...a wife that..loves you and..a wond...erful son...Varian...I’m so..proud of you. {Varian chokes back a sob} Varian: I love you, dad…thank you..for everything. I’ll do my best. Quirin: thank..you...Varian…my son….. {his hand goes limp in Varian’s hand} Varian: d-dad? DAD!...no.. NO! {he cries nuzzling Quirin’s hand; the others in the house take off their hats; Joseph stands in the doorway with a horrified face} Joseph: Quirin...no this...This isn’t what I meant..I..it wasn’t supposed to… {Varian looks up with teary shocked eyes} Varian: What do you mean? Joseph: I… Varian: WHAT DID YOU DO JOSEPH! Joseph: ...It wasn't supposed to turn out like this... it was supposed to be... you… {Varian gets up and runs at him shoving him out the door; Isaiah and Nathaniel both jump} Joseph: Varian! Wait! I- Varian: YOU BLOODY BASTARD! {he punches him} Varian: MY FATHER! YOUR LEADER IS DEAD! WHAT DID YOU DO!? TELL ME!! {he holds joseph up by his shirt} Joseph:...During the storm... I sought shelter in a cave.. there was a group of people there. They had a vendetta against you... from day one I hated you. You alchemical son of a bitch! {he kicks him off} Joseph: She had a plan to kill you... said she needed something from you... she's playing the take it off your bloody corpse.  so I told her where she could find you... it wasn't supposed to be Quirin. Varian: You put my family and the entire Village in danger for your petty hatred of me!? Nathaniel: D-dad? You did this? Joseph: Nathaniel sometimes you have to be willing to put forth the greater good. Varian has always been a threat to this Village. no to this Kingdom.  it would have been better had he taken Quirin’s place Nathaniel:  no dad... it wouldn't have...  you killed Quirin just as much as those wolves did. Villager 1: Varian? With Quirin gone...Your leader now...what do we do? {Varian is silent for a moment; then looks up with rage} Varian: ...I need a sword. Joseph: W-what!? Varian:  restrain him. {Some men rush over and grab Joseph by the arms while one gives Varian a sword} Joseph: What the hell!? Varian what are you doing!? Varian:  you say I'm a danger and yet you willingly put forth the lives of the entire Village.  you are the one who's the danger.  you betrayed us all.  and you of all people should know what should happen to traitors.  Joseph, for your crimes I sentence you to death. {Zapada rushes over to Isaiah and pulls him into an embrace} Zapada: copilul meu! Do not look! {Varian raises the sword} Joseph: NO! {He swings down and swiftly looks away not wanting to see the blood; Nathaniel grits his teeth and looks away} Villager 1: Varian? are you alright? Varian:... prepare the pyres.

Villager 2:  Pyers sir?  why should we not just bury Joseph like the traitor he is? Varian: He may have been a traitor but he still had a family. I'm not going to punish them because of his wrongdoings.  they deserve to see him have a proper funeral.  so I'll say it again. prepare the pyres. {Cut to the edge of the forest where larkspur angrily throws her canteen} Larkspur: DAMMIT! Noremoth: Why didn't you call it off!?  you killed an innocent civilian!  as well as endangered the life of an innocent child! Larkspur:  oh shut the hell up!  we need to rethink our plan. Noremoth:  isn't that a bulletin!!!?? {Larkspur punches him to the ground} Larkspur:  I said shut the hell up!...it seems stealth isn’t working...back to square one… Noremoth: what was square one? Larkspur:...assemble the others...and prepare the vessel. we attack tonight. {Fade to early evening in the village; the pyres are built and Varian wearing a new cloak with the brotherhood symbol holds a torch; he grimaces and lights the pyres before he walks back to his family} Isaiah:...grandpa…*sobs* {varian pulls his son close to him; Zapada holds onto Varian} Zapada: Varian...imi pare atat de rau. {The flames get higher and Isaiah shakes his head and runs towards home} Varian: Isaiah!...oh buddy… {cut to late at night; Zapada turns over in bed and feels an empty spot where Varian is supposed to be; she sits up and sees the room is lit by a candle and Varian sits at his desk writing} Zapada: iubirea mea? Varian: hmm? Oh sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep. {Zapada gets up from the bed and walks over to him; she hugs him from behind} Zapada: You need rest as much as I. Varian: I can’t afford to rest...the cult made a move and I’m leader now. I need to make a plan. I can’t fail him. Zapada: Varian. You aren’t failing him by resting. Please sleep iubirea mea...for me? {She brushes his cheek and he kisses her hand} Varian: where would I be without you? {they kiss; Cut to Larkspur on the outer entrance to the town} Larkspur: Alrighty then….Noremoth?  you say I've been kind to them up until now? Noremoth: umm well- Larkspur: You want Corona destroyed... don't you? Noremoth:  o-of course I do Larkspur. Larkspur: denied say it's about time we stopped being nice… Noremoth: what? {Larkspur turns to the cult} Larkspur:  ladies and gentlemen I present to you old Corona. home of the one who has the moonstone shard.  you know I've always hated Villages. I always found them akin to rats’ nests. And what do you do when you need to exterminate a rat? You lure it out of its hole. So have fun, my friends! destroy and pillage to your heart's content. Noremoth: What!? {The cult cheers and charges the village; Varian lurches up from bed when he hears screaming and runs to the window; parts of the village have begun to catch fire and the woman and children run for the exit} Varian:...no...Zapada! Take Isaiah and go with the others! {Isaiah runs into the bedroom} Isaiah:  Dad what's going on!? Varian: The cult is attacking! Go with Zapada! Isaiah:  what about you!? Varian:  I'm staying with the other men to fight! Isaiah: WHAT!?  dad there's so many of them you'll be massacred! Varian: Isaiah for once in your life would you please just listen to me and go with the women and children!? Isaiah: Dad… {Varian hugs him tightly before grabbing his cloak and donning it; Zapada runs over and kisses him} Zapada: I love you. Varian: I love you too. Now go! {They all run out of the house; Varian runs towards the fight and Zapada pulls Isaiah along towards the others escaping} Isaiah: Zapada wait! We can’t leave him! He’ll die! Zapada: Isaiah what do you want of me!?  if we go back that way we will die as well! {Isaiah remembers Quirin telling him about making the choice to go against orders} Isaiah: there Comes A Time... in every person's life where they have to choose whether or not to obey orders or go their own way… Zapada: what? Isaiah: I have to do what I think is right. And I have a plan. Zapada:  this plan being!? Isaiah:  I'm going to run and get Dad's horse and go up to the castle I need to get the king and alert him of the attack! Zapada:  but it's so dangerous! Isaiah:  we can't lose dad and what he's doing right now is suicide! Please Zapada! PLEASE! Zapada:...You had better come back alive. {she hugs him tightly} Zapada: GO! RUN! {She runs away and he runs toward the barn; in the barn, he grabs his own cloak and leads out Varian’s horse and mounts her} Isaiah: C’mon Chessie! HYAH! {Chessie rears up and gallops out: cut to Varian sword fighting a cult member and he kicks them to the ground and looks over to see Larkspur calmly walking over to him} Larkspur:...Alchemist...you got old… Varian: Seriously what is it with you people!?  the first time you make a move somebody mistakes me for a six-year-old! now you're calling me old I'm 32!! Larkspur: Still old in my opinion... but you still seem spry enough to fight...Wish I could say that for your father. {Varian charges her; she dodges} Larkspur: now we’re having fun… {She swings at him; cut to Isaiah galloping through the castle gates and pulling the horse to a stop} Pete:  isn't that Varian’s kid? {Isaiah gets his foot caught in the stirrup and falls off the horse rather than dismounting} Stan: ...yep… {Isaiah runs up to the guards} Isaiah:  please I need to see the king it's an emergency! Pete: what kind of emergency? Isaiah: old Corona is under attack! we're being invaded! {Both guards jump slightly and turn to each other} Stan: follow us kid! And stay close! {Isaiah does as told; The guards run to the throne room where Rapunzel and Eugene sit; Rapunzel immediately stands when she sees Isaiah; Eugene runs over and past the guards} Pete:...ow Eugene: Isaiah what’s wrong? Rapunzel: what’s happened? Isaiah: Old Corona is under attack the cult is invading! {Eugene grips his shoulders} Eugene: are you sure about this!? and where is your father!? Isaiah:  that's why I've come to ask for help!  my father’s gone mad!  he's taking on the entire cult with only a small group of men! your Majesty if we don't do something my village is going to be slaughtered! Eugene: Stan! Pete! Get the horses ready and get all the soldiers ready! We ride to old corona now! Both: Yes your majesty! {montage of setting up the horses and Isaiah sharpening the sword Quirin gave him; Isaiah mounts Chessie who stands next to Eugene’s horse; Eugene give the order to ride and they all follow; Cut to Varian in the fight With Larkspur;  they clash swords a few times before Varian shoves her away and cuts her arm} Larkspur: AUGH! Varian: Oh that looks pretty bad... need a bandage? Haha! Larkspur: I don't have time for this... you know it's been fun and everything but I think it's time we wrap up the intensity a little bit. {Cassandra walks up with green sclera and pink irises} Varian: Cassandra! Cassandra wait I- {She punches him} Varian: Augh! Please, Cass! {she hits him a few more times making his mouth bleed} Cassandra: amazing... You still think I'm your friend. Varian: no... you're not my friend... Cassandra is my friend. I don't know what you are but it's definitely no friend of mine. {He charges her with his sword and she catches him by the wrist and throws him to the ground} Varian: GAH! Cassie, please... I know you're in there...fight it… {She falters for a minute} Cassandra:...Varian? GAH! NO! {she grips her head trying to fight for control} Varian: Cassie… {A yell breaks out from the hill north of the entrance to the village and stops the fighting as they all look up} Larkspur: what? Noremoth:...oh shit… {Eugene yells as he leads the charge with Isaiah yelling right next to him holding up his sword} Varian: heh... I still don't know what the heck you are but I know one thing about you... you're screwed. {as the army runs into Battle Isaiah dismounts Chessie and runs looking for his dad; He sees him holding himself in pain as Cassandra walks up on him} Isaiah: DAD! Cassandra: You know if you would just give us what we want we'd leave you alone. Varian:  you.. you'll have to kill me for it… Cassandra: *sigh* alright then… {She goes to swing but Isaiah jumps on her and stabs her in the side} Cassandra: AHHHH! Varian: Isaiah!? {Cassandra shoves him off of her and pulls the sword from her side; she grabs Isaiah and stabs him in the shoulder} Isaiah: AAAUUGHH! Varian: ISAIAH! NO! {Varian shoves Cassandra away from them and she lands harshly on the ground;  Isaiah grips his arm in pain and in an attempt to stop the bleeding} Varian: Isaiah! Are you okay!? Isaiah: she didn't stab too deep... but it hurts...  actually... it burns and not just in my arm... what's... {small bits of pink magic surge from the wound} Varian: what the… {Cassandra’s eyes widen but then she smirks and stands up beginning to walk over to them; Varian steps in front of Isaiah} Varian: Isaiah, get behind me.  Cassandra, I know you're in there. please, you have to fight! You have to stop this it-!? {Cassandra takes her sword and stabs him in the stomach} Isaiah: DAD! {Varian sputters before falling to the ground; Isaiah kneels down and holds his fathers head} Isaiah: DAD! DADDY! NO! {Cassandra stands over them ready to end Isaiah as well} Noremoth: RETREAT! Larkspur: what are you doing!? Noremoth:  look around us Larkspur we’re severely outnumbered we're falling like flies!  we need to retreat! just listen to me this once!  we'll all die if we don't retreat now! Larkspur:.....EVERYONE RETREAT! NOW {Everyone begins to retreat and as the run off the army cheers and throws up their swords} Isaiah: mnnn… {Isaiah feels  light headed and passes out next to his father;  cut inside the castle,  Isaiah lurches up in a bed before gripping his arm in pain} Lily: Isaiah!  thank goodness you're okay!  I was so worried. Isaiah: what happened!? where is everyone!? where's my dad is he okay!? Lily:  he's fine.  when she stopped and she missed anything vital.  it went straight through him.  Physicians are working on him now but they said he'll make it. Zapada’s with him too you got stabbed in the arm but the weird thing is it cauterized itself. Isaiah: what!?  how is that even possible!? Lily: we don't know... my siblings are helping my parents right now and some of your villagers. apparently you weren't the only one that had the idea of getting the king.  but you were the only one that had a horse. Isaiah:... what about... the Village… Lily:....*shakes head*... most of it was burned down but some of it is still standing. we're going to try and rebuild. or at least that's what I heard one of my parents say. Isaiah:...DAMMIT! Lily: I'm so sorry Isaiah... I wish there was something I could... Isaiah!? {Pink crackles of magic surge around Isaiah and his sclera turns green with his irises turning pink} Lily: ISAIAH!? {Isaiah grips his head trying to control it} Isaiah:  what's happening to me!? {Rapunzel runs in} Rapunzel: Lily!? GASP! { magic surgeons around Isaiah ear-piercing scream;  his screen creates a shock wave that shatters the windows;  the glow dies down and he falls back on the bed exhausted and panting;  Rapunzel runs over} Rapunzel:  Isaiah what happened!?  are you two alright!? Isaiah: *sobbing* ... what's become of me? {he looks over at the queen and she looks back with shock and sadness} {END CREDITS}

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Sleepless nights with Loki (mcu)

(hears the insomniacs screaming)

-you’ve always had a hard time falling asleep since you could even remember but as you got older around the time you met Loki it had gotten a bit better however there are just some nights where your old habits just wanna die hard

-At first when Loki saw you up at night, he just thought you wanted to spend more time with him or just had a lot on your mind but he soon came to find out that you just really couldn’t sleep some nights

-he now has activities and methods to get you to wine down after many many trial and error from all the nights your insomnia wanted to kick your ass.

-he teaches you how throw and use his daggers. this takes a whole lot of energy out of you because boi is it harder than it looks.

- “ DAMN IT Y/N WHY DID YOU STAB ME?!?!”

- “I ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU SNUCK UP ON ME WHILE I HAD TWO VERY SHARP DAGGERS IN MY HANDS!”

- “ I DIDNT SNEAK UP ON YOU! I LITERALLY PATTED YOUR SHOULDER TO CONGRATULATE YOU ON DOING WELL WITH THEM.”

- if you are an artist you will sketch with him/ or teach him how to draw. 

- he will keep his hand on your thigh while you both are sketching or brings both of  you a cup of tea

- if you are not an artist but still enjoys art, he will guide your hand and pencil with his and assuring you are doing quite well.(vise versa)

-”aww my sweet, that’s a cute dog.”

- “it’s supposed to be you...”

- He sets you in his lap and tightly cuddles you, swaying back and forth, softly telling you stories about him and Thor from when they were kids

- “ and then i go ‘ gahh its me’ and stab him. oh the fun times.”

- constant checking on you, just to make sure you are okay and that there’s nothing your mind

- “ My dear, you are okay, yes?” “Y/N, love, if there is something bothering you or something you want me to do, please let me know.”

- it’s so cute and pure how much he worries and loves you

- if you guys are up for it, late night adventures to the stores, weird places you guys would never go if ya’ll were sane, hopping on a train going anywhere.

-”Loki, Where did you find this place?”

- “oh my sweet dear, i found it on google, ‘ Top Ten places to go if you have a death wish’. Perfect.’

- ‘DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH LOKI?!?!”

- “ yes....for Thor.”

-” loki.”

- “yes?”

- “ YOU ARE A DUMBASS I CANNOT”

- you both are crackheads if you stay up too long. seriously ya’ll just need to sleep at this point

- he will usually will just set you on his lap and read whatever book he is reading at that time to you. 

-because he knows his voice is heavenly to you

- soft neck and jaw kisses

- he will sometimes play with or braid your hair 

-neck/ beck massages 

- “ HARDER SERVANT :))))”

- “ I SWEAR I WILL LITERALLY THROW YOU OUT IF YOU CALL ME SERVANT ONE MORE TIME, also how would you like your sandwich?”

- he constantly is asking about  what did you do before you met him, seemingly it would be quite lonely being up all those hours. 

- not knowing how to respond properly to that because you honestly didn’t know, you just made do 

-” Y/N, i love you.....now please go to sleep.”

- all in all a long night would be quite enjoyable with lok. and he will fit it to your taste. if you are energetic and wild, he has something for you. more quiet and relaxed? your man got you!

note: hi guys! sorry this is kinda short and weird.

 im here with another Loki headcanon. i actually really love doing his! he is very fun to write x readers for! anyways if you have suggestions or request. let me know. ciao

[darkprincessloki92]

Frustration

Plot; Reader and magnus are struggling to keep it together.

Pairing; Magnus x Reader

Warning; Angst, Lemon and fluff

A/N; A short Drabble, This is for the ever lovely @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms. I truly hope you enjoy it. I am sorry for the bad writing. Hope you will forgive me!

*Slam* You know was Mag i am just tired and i want to go to bed.” Slipping out of her shoes and throwing her purse on the love seat. He just shuffled in behind her, “Darling please, just talk to me.” Spinning on her heels and pointing a finger to his chest, “NO! I don't want to talk to you. You totally flirted with that damned prostitute!” Magnus interrupted, “We were under cover! You were in the van listening to the entire conversation!” She huffed, “I don't care!” He growls, “I will not stand for this.” She laughs, “But i’d bet you’d lay down for it.” He chuckles, “You know what if you do not want to talk. Then i am leaving.” She opens her mouth to say something but quickly shuts it. He gives her his big doe eyes, “Well there is my answer.”

Walking up the stairs he goes the the shared room and grabs his travel bag. Walking slowly up the stairs she makes her way to the room. Seeing him pack up his stuff, “Maggie…” He points a finger to her, “You do not get to talk to me that way. I am your boyfriend.” She flares her nose, “Excuse me! Why is it you can tell me how you fell anytime of day, but when i tell you how i feel you get defensive!” he scoffs, “You know damn well you tell me how you feel on a daily basis and i do not say anything!” His phone rings in his pocket, Pulling it out, “Fuck its work.” She rubs her temples, “Of course it is, work always seems to save your ass.” Storming out of the room she slams the door behind her. Screaming to the floor, “GAHH!”

The car ride to the station was quiet, You could cut the tension with a knife. Glancing over at her he taps her knee with his hand. She looks over, “What is it magnus.” He smiles *pokes* She doesn't respond. Continuing to poke her she sighs but doesn't respond. *poke* “I am going to keep poking you until you pay attention to me.” Rolling her eyes trying not to smile, and grabs his hand. Smiling, “So, does this mean you are apologizing?” She snags her hand away, “EXCUSE ME!” He sighs, “Wait, that is not what i meant.” Pulling up to the station, she gets out and slams the door. “Gah!” Walking into the police station she stomps through and goes straight to her desk. Flopping down she waits for the captain to give her the information for the case. Magnus fallows suit with a slump in his shoulders. The captain slaps him on the shoulder, “Ah here is the knight in shining armor. Oh wait, More like knight and shining garbage.” Scoffing, “What are talking about?” The captain chuckles, “You pocket dialed me.” Looking at the ground, “I am sorry sir, I was just following orders, i can not win.”

Capitan smiles, “Look, i have been married for years. Get used to it, Now let's get started.” Sitting at the round table they all got to work. Magnus would give side glances at (y/n) but she never looked back. She was so “focused” on her file she didn’t notice him. Little by little co-workers went home. Until Magnus and (y/n) were left. She lets out a soft sigh and tries to adjust her neck. Magnus looks at her and smiles. “You know, we are the only ones here.” She side glances him. “Indeed we are.” Magnus grabs her chair and scoots it closer. “So, I know somewhere there are no cameras.” A light shiver ran through her. She giggles “I’ll race you home.” Getting up She grabbed her stuff and ran to the car. Magnus chuckles and followed close on her heels.

******

Running to the door trying to find her keys. Magnus hugs her from behind and moved her hair to the side. Nibbling on her ear. “Oh, looks as though you beat me home.” She starts to whine as she grabs the back of his neck and grinds on him. “Let’s get inside, so I can have my prize.” Grabbing his keys he opens the door and playfully shoved her inside. Turning around she jumps into his arms. He grabs her by her thighs and kicks the door shut with his foot. Their mouths crash into each other. Full of need, want and pent up frustration. Soon they make it up the stairs and to the bedroom. They fall onto the bed together. Disconnecting the kiss long enough to get undress. Flipping him on his back she straddles him. “So, this is my prize.” Taking a good look at him. His lean body, curly blond hair and a wicked grin. “You like what you see?” Placing herself above him she starts to slowly slide down his shaft. Stopping every once in a while to give herself time to adjust.

Finally he bottomed out and she throws her head back. He takes this opportunity and sits up still deep inside her and attacks her now exposed neck. She began to slowly ride him. Chanting his name like a prayer. Feeling her walls clench around him he flips her on her back. “Wrap your legs around me love, and hang on.” She does as she is told and he began pounding into her. Shallow quick and relentless. Kneading her breast with one hand and the other tangled in her hair. “Ah-Fuck (y/n) so—good.” Whines and moans was all she could muster. Her nails scratching his back and biting at his shoulder. “Mags I am—“ With a silent scream the knot in her stomach released. Magnus soon followed as he nuzzled in the crook of her neck. “My dearest (y/n), I love you so much.” Her heart sank. “Maggie?” He hummed. “You just told me you loved me?” He finally lifted his head to meet her. Smiling, “I love you.” She kissed him, “I love you too.” She felt him twitch inside her, and she giggled. “Round two?” He kisses her deeply as a silent yes.

@devilbat @lokis-little-kitten

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Eddsworld: At World's End Chapter 3

The Unexpected Surprised Attack - (Chapter 3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Okay, just who are you and what made you think that you can come here?" asked Patryck while pointing a pistol at a soldier. "I suggest you lower that pistol so I can tell you clear and slowly. Listen, I know that this is sudden, but here me out. I'm a soldier of an army that's stronger than the army you're in" said the soldier. "What are you talking about? There is no army that's stronger than the Red Army. What's the meaning of this?" asked Patryck while keeping his cool. "Oh so you haven't heard the news lately? Heh....what you don't know is that small villages all around Europe are being invaded along with their sources and having their inhabitants killed or taken in as slaves. This army in is-GAHH!!!" yelled the soldier as something made the Red Army base shake. "What the? Stay here and don't move, I'll be back after checking what just happened" said Patryck. "Heh good luck with that. I have a feeling that whoever caused that explosion already raided your weaponry supply" said the soldier. "Wait....what....? Just WHO ARE YOU!?" yelled Patryck while putting a finger on trigger but not actually pulling it. "Let's just say that I'm one of the best soldiers of the army that likes to raid villages. I'm second lieutenant and a four star general known as Sergeant Fredrick, but you may call me Fred for short" said Fred. "I...I need to go and get rid of the intruders. Please excuse me" said Patryck. Patryck goes to the source of the explosion only to find that the entire area was covered in thick gray smoke and before he could do anything the smoke gets cleared up by someone using a fire extinguisher. "Patryck, boy am I glad to see you" said Yuu. "Yuu? What are-did you see who caused all this smoke?" asked Patryck. "I didn't, but whoever was smart enough to plan this explosion sure was smart. They caught me and other soldiers working in the weaponry supply by surprise and most of them are fighting the intruder. What's worse is that Yanov is missing, we need to find him" said Yuu. ~Meanwhile~ "Yanov! We can't hold them off any longer, they're just too strong. What are your orders?" asked a lower ranked soldier. "We need to protect much of the weaponry supply as possible, but if we're getting backed up against a corner than we need to move. Now!" yelled Yanov. As Yanov and the other soldiers were about to take off, they were suddenly stopped by a large steel beam coming down and blocking the closet exit near them. "Seriously!? Who dares to trap us!?" yelled Yanov. As Yanov said this one of the Red Army mechs came landing down a few feet away from where they were hiding behind. "Hey guys, do you like my new mech? Tell you what, I'll give you a deal, no even better, a profit. This mech is very special and it can be yours for a good price. How about 30% off?" asked Banana. Yanov and the other soldiers only stared at him but mostly Yanov was starring at him in anger. "I see you're not convinced. I know, maybe you need a demonstration" said Banana before quickly slamming one of the mech's giant fists onto the ground. Luckily Yanov and the other soldiers dodged this as the impact recoiled Banana back. "Grr...I WANT THIS MECH TAKEN DOWN RIGHT NOW!!!" yelled Yanov. ~Back With Patryck and Yuu~ "Alright Yanov, where are you?" asked Patryck. It's been a couple of minutes of searching for Yanov and both Patryck and Yuu keep finding nothing. "It's not like Yanov to go that far unless he went outside to fight the intruders" said Yuu. "Outside you say? Well then that's where we're going" said Patryck. Both Patryck and Yuu made their way outside only to get a surprise. "Did you get the power cell?" asked Yamiyo. "Yes I did and also stole all of their uranium and a lot of their ammunition without them noticing a thing" said Raspberry. "Hehehe.....excellent work. We've got we needed, now let's get out of here" said Yamiyo. "Not so fast" said Patryck as he and Yuu confronted them with their guns pointed at them. "Well, well, well, isn't more of the Red Army losers. Let me guess, aren't you two the higher ups in soldier ranks?" asked Yamiyo. "Well actually, Patryck here has a higher rank and- OW!" yelled Yuu as he got slapped hard by Patryck. "You idiot! Now's not the time" said Patryck while ignoring the fact that his hand hurts. "My you sure know who deny that claim. I hope your Red Leader trained you well, because you're going to need it. Activate plan destroyer" said Yamiyo. Patryck was preparing himself on anything what he didn't expect was a fighter jet to come to both Yamiyo and Raspberry's aid. "Hey, that's my jet!" yelled Patryck. "Oh really? How embarrassing for you. I'm going to destroy you with your own toy" said Blueberry who piloting Patryck's jet. "You won't get away with this! Yuu, we need to take this guy out of the sky" said Patryck. "Right! Let me find a bazooka or something" said Yuu before quickly running just to find a bazooka. "Oh it would be a great time for you to show up, Yanov" said Patryck. "How do you control this thing!? When I'm done with you, I'll be taking this jet to the junkyard where it can be scrapped for parts that will probably be useful" complained Blueberry who was trying to figure out the controls. "It only takes a well trained pilot with years of experience like myself to figure out a jet like that" said Patryck. Patryck then aims his gun at the jet before firing several rounds of bullets at it. The jet does take some damage before Blueberry decided to fire off some of the jet's missiles. Patryck sees this and takes cover as the missiles missed him and hit one of the satellites of the Red Army base. "Well those missiles were meant for you, but at least I hit something that's worth of value" said Blueberry. "I found a rocket launcher and a bazooka!" said Yuu while running to where Patryck was at. Patryck sees Yuu before noticing something large coming down. "Yuu, look out!" yelled Patryck. Yuu notices the large object before quickly getting out of the way, much to his surprise it was a mech. Suddenly Yanov came down landing safely on the mech before quickly getting up. "Yanov, you're alive" said Yuu. "Of course I'm alive. I was just a bit busy dealing with something" said Yanov. "Save the reunion you two, I think the guy in the mech is about to get up" said Patryck. Banana manages to get the mech off the the ground and standing again before recalling his thoughts on what just happened. "Haha....I can see that 60% off for this Red Army mech wasn't good enough for you. Hmm....my final offer for you will be that it's 80% off since it's national rocket day today" said Banana before having the mech fire off missiles. The missiles instead missed their target and ended up almost hitting Blueberry who just barely dodged. "Watch where you're firing those missiles at! You almost took me out of the sky!" yelled Blueberry. "I have an idea. It might sound crazy, but one of you two distract the guy in mech. I'll be using the wires from the same satellite that got destoryed" said Patryck. "Sounds perfect enough" said Yuu. Yanov picks up a rock and throws it at Banana which got his attention making him towards him. "Hey ugly! You can't catch me" said Yuu while taunting at Blueberry. "Why you little- YOU'RE SO DEAD!!!" yelled Blueberry before firing missiles at Yuu only for him to dodged them. As Banana made his way to the wires of the satellite, Patryck used jumper cables to make the wires conduct electricity. Once Banana was about to fire more missiles he made the mech step on the wires thus getting electrocuted and with a sudden shock the missiles fire off by themselves. The missiles hit the jet that Blueberry was in and went down. Luckily Blueberry used a parachute and landed safely. "What's the matter? Did you had a rough landing?" asked Yuu mockingly. "Heh, we would love to stay and chat with you, but we have a flight to catch" said Raspberry. A helicopter appeared as Yamiyo, Blueberry, Raspberry, and Banana quickly climbed up the ladder. "Oh and one more thing, we'll be back to finish you losers once we got all resources we need for world domination or should I say the Black Leader's world domination plans" said Yamiyo before climbing up the ladder. Soon the helicopter takes off to the skies and away from the Red Army base. Paul then walks up to Patryck, Yuu, and Yanov just to check on what happened. "I just gotten a report that most of our ammunition along with some of our uranium supply has been stolen. Do you know was responsible for a attack like this?" asked Paul. "Oh it just happens that we were attacked by some forces of an army known as the Black Army" said Patryck. "Black Army? I never heard of that army before. Just who are they?" asked Paul. "To sum things up, they're very ruthless and have no care if they invade an innocent village and take their resources along with killing the inhabitants" said Patryck. "My god....that's awful. It's so sickening to hear. What else happened?" asked Paul. "Those monsters stole my mech and Patryck's jet just so they can destory a satellite that's super important" said Yanov. "What? Pat, I need to come with me. The leader called us in for something important" said Paul. While Paul and Patryck were walking down the long hallway to their leader, the two were talking. "So did you do it?" asked Patryck. "Yes I did. I tried warning him, but he wouldn't listen" said Paul. "Heh, I hope he's happy about the new arm" said Patryck. "Oh he is happy" said Paul. ~Tord's POV~ I sat in my chair in disbelief and frustration. How can we be attacked? I literally had soldiers stationed in many different places. I looked at my robotic arm watching it give off a blue glow from its highlights. Oh Edd, I'm so sorry that I had to betray you like that. I lost all the sense to realize that you were and always will be my friend over the fact that I wanted world domination. You probably hate me more than Tom does and to be honest I deserve it. Before I can go way deep in my mind my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by both Paul and Patryck, my finest soldiers. "Tord- I mean great Red Leader, I have- well we have some terrible news to tell you" said Paul. Hmm...he seems very nervous. "Is about the attack that happened? Tell me everything from top to bottom" I said. "Well we were attacked by forces from an army known as the Black Army. They destroyed one of our most important satellites, raided our weaponry supply, and stole some crates of uranium" said Paul. They did what!? What is the black army? "With what exactly?" I asked. "They bombed a large portion of the base and used Yanov's mech as a distraction. They even stole my jet before we took it down along with electrocuting Yanov's mech" said Patryck. I pondered at what Patryck just said before forming a wicked smile on my face while laughing. "Oh man this is perfect. I never thought that I the leader of the Red Army would have to deal with rivaling armies in my life. I must know more about this Black Army and find out the who's the leader" I said in excitement. "Technically the leader is called the Black Leader as said by one of their higher ranked soldiers" said Paul. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. I said that if I found out the Black Leader's identity, than maybe I can form an alliance with them. Oh yes! I can see it now" I said while fantasying what it would be like if two armies came together for an alliance. I then noticed that Paul and Patryck weren't really sure if it will be a great idea. Oh well, it's their lost. "Hmm, if we're to form an alliance how would I do it? Oh I know! I'm going to write them a letter informing them about the alliance and they might agree to meet me somewhere" I said. Oh look out now Black Leader because I, Tord the Red Leader, is coming for you.