#but id love to see this number move asap

[ghostpressure]

Hello, I am Ahmed Halas from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. My family consists of 20 people, most of whom are young children. I ask for your support, donations and participation. I will be grateful to you. My campaign was documented by 90-ghoset.

€3,377 so far of an €80,000 target to relocate several young children and sick or injured family members. I’ve just donated—please try to match or pass!

Here’s the full fundraiser text:

“Hello dears I hope you are all well please help me!!!

I am Ahmed Halas from the besieged North Gaza, I have created my campaign to help my family and save them from the suffering they are living. Our lives, hopes and ambitions have been destroyed, our livelihood has been destroyed, we have lost dear friends and many relatives, our house has been completely destroyed, we live in a plastic tent in the middle of an UNRWA school and we suffer from the heat of the sun which causes headaches, migraines, body allergies and many diseases. There is no food, water, medicine or basic life requirements and the prices are terribly high, we cannot afford to buy anything.

In the meantime, this fundraising campaign has been started so that people can donate so that we can regain momentum in case the unfortunate circumstances cannot be fixed. Ahmed Halas and his family have already registered and are likely to be called to leave soon. This money is for their evacuation. Let's aim to evacuate them all together!!!

Ahmed's message:

Hello, I am Ahmed from the Gaza Strip, I am still alive after ten months of war. This is my fifth war too. But this war is unlike any other. I am trying to raise money for me and my family, as we are determined to leave to safety while this disaster continues. We want to leave the Gaza Strip towards Egypt through the Rafah crossing and Hala Company.

This was a very difficult decision for me, but this is my fate and the fate of my family. I feel ashamed to ask you to donate enough to save me and my family of 20, most of whom are young children, by raising enough money to reach safety. "Hala Company details are at the bottom of the article." Please participate, even if it is a small part. Donate any small amount, share my photos, share your story, anything that makes a difference. I have complete hope in you and your generosity.

Father Fathi suffers from heart disease, diabetes and high blood pressure, and son Mahmoud suffers from back and cartilage pain, which is why he does not have a medical mattress due to sleeping on the floor, which makes him feel severe pain.

Oh my God, what happened to us, I lost my memories and dreams that I have dreamed of for a long time, my house where I lived my childhood, nothing remained inside it, it was a pile of fire, and I lost my source of livelihood and my baby clothes store was completely destroyed, which led to the accumulation of debts that I was committed to from merchants that I obtained a few days before the current wave of war.

Note: Ahmed will try, when the circumstances are complete and I collect a sufficient amount and I am able to reunite the entire family here in Gaza, by moving my family to a safe place and regaining some comfort or trying to go to Egypt, knowing that the cost per person now is $ 5,000 for an adult and $ 2,500 for a child. The price may fluctuate. Please help us by donating even the simplest things or by participating in our campaign, and I will be grateful to you”

[hxnbi]

HAYATO SUO knew something was wrong when he received that phone call. He reached for his cell phone and held it up to his ear, but no sound came from the other end.

“Hello? Hello? Y/n??”

“.....”

"Y/n I can't hear you, can you say that agai—"

His heart dipped, and he was left with nothing but the sounds of being drowned in his own panic.

Suo’s lips remained tightly shut when you said your first and only words to him that entire call before the line went dead and the call froze from the other end.

The voice that came from your end. Did he really hear that correctly...?

The sound of your voice—so lovely and melodious—disguised the hidden horror of what was truly going on behind the curtain.

“The ambulance— here!!”

"They're bleeding too much..."

“Start CPR ASAP!!”

Beads of cold sweat ran down Suo’s back.

‘No… that can’t be for you, right?’

The only words he could comprehend at that moment were the sirens of what he assumed to be an ambulance, and the dozens of bystanders, medical staff, and a man, screaming, yelling, and throwing a tantrum, being taken away from the other end of the phone.

Not even Suo's shaky hands could reach yours. The distance between you both was immeasurable.

That was the last and only time he picked up the phone from your number that day. And from the only time he did, when Suo clicked your ID and, in horror, saw the dozens of unanswered calls and several increasingly cryptic texts from hours ago, his heart sank.

He didn’t read or care about a damn one.

[Y/n]

Just left my house, I'll be there in 10!

Suo! When are you coming? I’m at the cafe!

Kotoha is wondering where you are too. Get here soon! Your food is getting cold

Hayato, it's been an hour, are you okay…?

I’m coming to Furin, I’ll be there in 30 minutes so don't move!

Hayato, are you nearby?

I feel like there's someone behind me but I don't wanna look back

I found a space to take cover for a bit, so im okay for now

I see his hair peering from outside the cafe

Can you come soon? I'm getting a little worried

The cafe is closing so I'm heading back home. I'm a bit scared but I've got it aha

Hayato, please answer me

I'm

[ unread ]

That final message from you was sent two hours ago.

…He forgot about you. 

Him. Hayato Suo, had let you down. 

And because of that, you were at the hospital.

Suo had mere seconds to steel himself, holding in the tears that would inevitably taint his perfect face if he considered the worst-case scenarios, but they came along anyway, swirling around like parasites in his mind. And why wouldn't they? For all he knew, you might not make it through the night.

And that... that clenched at his heart.

Your unconscious self, with wires, tubes, and bandages dangling from your beaten-up body. The steady beep of the heart monitor crossed the silence, and an IV drip was attached to your arm, slowly delivering the necessary fluids and medications. Your face—pale and peaceful—contrasted with the harsh reality of your condition and his own reality. 

“How… How could this have happened?”

It was a bitter feeling. Because he knew. He knew what had happened, but because of his own involvement, he refused to admit it.

You, the only one he would ever love in his life, lying on a hospital bed, with visible injuries from head to toe.

No words could ever describe the hurt he felt when he saw your fragile form. You were suffering, and he couldn’t even do anything about it.

He inwardly scoffed, a fleeting expression of frustration crossing his face. Did he even have a right to worry about you…? When he was the reason you were here in the first place?

He couldn’t protect you, all because of him.

Hayato Suo, he had let you down. Time and time again, for it wasn’t the first. He put Furin, he put himself, and worst of all, he put everything else over you. 

He should've known when you said you were heading out alone that day with a sorry expression. You never did end up reaching Bofurin’s building, and he had failed to ensure your safety as a result of his own stupidity. 

He could barely stand to know the cause of your injuries, because, in his mind, every one of them was his fault.

Each wound, each bruise, was a direct consequence of his failures to protect you—and his carelessness and his failure to shield you from the visible marks he left behind. The burden of his failure to be there for you when you needed him most was an ever-present reminder of the crushing shame he felt.

People have always called him a smart cookie. Someone who could easily solve any problem with that sharp mind of his. But what use was that when he couldn’t even see through the facade you were wearing that day…? 

His hand found the way to where his heart was positioned. He scratched at his chest and pounded at his ribcage. He wanted to find his heart. Scratch his heart out so he could also feel the pain that he unknowingly inflicted on you.

But you knew he wasn't honest with you, and for that, he only had himself to blame. Suo always appeared calm, happy, and seemingly pleasant... Because if he showed you the turmoil and anxiety he had hidden within him, what would happen to you?

But in his pursuit to protect you, all he did was hurt you beyond repair.

Suo was a person who kept everything to himself, and from that, he unintentionally distanced himself from everyone who called him a “friend.” And that included you as well. The times when he would listen to your ramblings and stories about your daily life, all while keeping his own behind closed doors.

Whether, in that equation, you held a higher standard didn’t matter anymore, because it wasn’t him that was in the hospital, fighting for their lives, but you. 

“I’m sorry…” you told him through the phone.

Those couldn’t be your final words to him… No, they can’t be. He refused to accept it. Not through the cold, mechanical sounds of a device, from your own mouth and voice. 

But perhaps he may never hear it again.

And he only had himself to blame.

©hxnbi. comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated ♡

banner creds go to @faintrustle

when i was getting down to writing a request the other day, i was, for some reason, super angst inspired and drafted up an entirely new prompt just for the hell of it. also wanted to ty out a new format for this one, so lmk what you think :)

[a-nice-and-interpretive-fanzine]

[ID: A cream-colored banner that says "A Nice and Interpretive Fanzine: essays and art about the meanings we've found in Good Omens." There is a photo of a book page with a key on it behind the banner text. The photo source is rosy_photo on Pixabay. /end ID]

A Nice and Interpretive Fanzine: Information Masterpost

Welcome!

This is a zine for those of us who love the subtle, complex work that is Good Omens, and who’ve enjoyed the thoughtfulness of the fandom as people interpret how the many moving pieces of the story come together, creating a slightly different meaning for each of us.

To put it simply, it’s a book full of the fandom’s own analysis and commentary about the Good Omens TV show, enhanced with illustrations from our brilliant artists.

This zine is analytical in the sense that all the writers are expressing their own nonfiction thoughts and feelings about the show, rather than writing fanfic, but it is not meant to be heavily academic. Anybody who likes to pick apart the series and discuss it should be able to enjoy it.

The zine will contain essays by fans who are passionate about analyzing and interpreting different parts of Good Omens - the characters, the plot, the writing techniques for the book and script, the cinematography of the TV show, the popular content of the fandom itself. Accompanying these essays will be black and white illustrations from our artists.

How are you organizing this process?

May 1-May 15: Everyone submits their application to do writing or art through a Google form. Behind the scenes, I’ll be setting up a separate email and Discord.

May 16-20: Applicants will be screened during this time.

May 20: I’ll email everyone to let them know the outcomes of their applications. The final participants will get a link to the Discord server for the zine (totally optional, of course).

May 21: If there’s any clarification or solidifying of ideas that needs to happen, I’ll contact you and discuss with you by this point. This is also when artists will be matched up with essays.

May 22 to August 14: This will be a period of just working on our essays and art. The Discord chat and Tumblr will be there for support and for exchanging ideas!

August 15: Participants need to email their full works to the zine’s email address by this date. No special formatting is needed; I’ll do that in InDesign.

August 15 to August 31: I’ll be putting the zine together in InDesign.

September 1: Preorders will open.

September 30: Preorders will close.

October 1: The zine order will be placed!

October 15: Assuming all goes well with printing and shipping, the zines will be shipped out in waves starting on this date. If the printing or shipping from the manufacturer is delayed, then shipping will just start ASAP.

Writer Application HERE Artist Application HERE Asked and Answered Questions on Tumblr The Fanzine's Page on Twitter

Read below for more detailed information about the zine in a Q and A format!

What are the specifications for the zine contributions?

For writers, I’m starting with 3k words or fewer per essay (approximately 10 pages at the size of this book). This depends heavily on how many participants we actually get, so it may change!

For artists, I’d be looking at black and white works, 300 DPI, 5.5 x 8.5 inches or smaller. If your art is supposed to fill up the entire page (i.e. no white space), please make it a total of 5.75 x 8.75 inches with nothing too important around the edges to account for bleed during the printing process.

Can I submit an essay to this zine if I’ve already posted it on Tumblr?

Not as you’ve already posted it. We don’t want to just copy/paste the exact thing that hundreds or perhaps even thousands of people have already read.

However, it IS fine and maybe even a good idea to take the same thought from your post and refine it, preserving your same thesis. For example, a lot of Tumblr posts are just us fans jotting down 5 or 6 paragraphs of random thoughts at 2 AM, but some of them are really cool thoughts! Expanding them and turning them into a bona-fide Essay would make those posts into excellent zine chapters. And you can copy small pieces of your own language as long as the whole thing isn’t just pasted word-for-word.

How long do essays have to be? Is there a limit?

With the number of writers we have, I've calculated that each person should ideally keep their essay to about 6000 words. There is wiggle room.

There’s no real minimum for your contribution; some analytical ideas are really good but can be expressed concisely, so it’s okay if your essays only come out to a few pages typed. For reference, with our book size, a page is about 300 words.

What happens if the zine sells a lot and you end up not only breaking even, but turning a profit?

It’ll go to charity. While I’ll ask the participants what they want to do for certain if we do make enough money, my suggestion will be donating it to Alzheimer’s Research UK in honor of Sir Terry Pratchett.

I’m not really comfortable calling this a “charity zine” up front since I simply don’t know if it will raise a significant amount. For the most part, I just want the thing to physically exist, which means breaking even, and don’t want to make it more expensive for buyers than it needs to be to afford the printing costs.

What kinds of essays are you talking about? What could be included?

In short, any analytical thoughts about the Good Omens TV show - and possibly even the fandom as it interacts with the show - are possible inclusions for the zine.

To expand a bit, think about the meta posts you see floating around Tumblr. Often these involve analyzing characters, or picking up on patterns in the plot. Sometimes fans use their own background knowledge to write posts about the significance of certain costume choices or the way music plays into each individual scene. Some posts examine the ways the series approaches gender, while others might discuss ways that the characters present as neurodivergent. That’s how diverse the pool of possibilities is for subjects in this zine.

How does art come into this?

Images will be black and white, to match the bookish mood of the project overall. Images can range in size from a half page to a full page.

I’m planning to talk to the artists and authors and loosely pair artists with essays that appeal to their personal interests.

I know how to illustrate a story, but how do I illustrate an essay?

There are infinite answers to this! I’ve seen some beautiful symbolic artwork in the fandom already (e.g. a number of takes on Aziraphale munching on an apple with Crowley in snake form curving around him), and there are tons of symbolic motifs to draw from, but these are not the only options. An artist illustrating an essay about cinematography, for example, could draw a well-known scene from an alternative angle. An essay about Heaven as a capitalist corporation could be illustrated with a cartoon of Gabriel giving some sort of excruciating PowerPoint presentation. A character analysis could be accompanied by a simple portrait. And on and on. I’m not interested in limiting the possibilities by trying to make a list, but just know that there are many and you don’t have to make it complicated if you don’t want to.

If the writers can reuse their essay ideas, can artists reuse their drawings?

Similarly to the writers, if you already have an interpretive drawing that you’re in love with, artists can use the same ideas and the same fundamental composition that is present in their own existing work. However, it has to be redone in some significant way. Whether it’s taking something you drew in 2019 and redrawing it using an updated style, taking a sketch and turning it into a lined and shaded piece, or redoing a full-color drawing so it presents more strikingly in black and white, it shouldn’t be identical to the thing you’ve already posted.

So how are you choosing participants here?

It’ll be based on what people are interested in writing about (or illustrating). I’ll be looking for people who are passionate about their essays, but I’ll also be looking for variety. It all depends on what people want to offer, so I won’t know for sure what it will look like put together until everyone’s application is in.

For artists, I’ll be trying to figure out whose style looks like it would adapt well to illustrations in black and white, and also who demonstrates an interest in the same subjects as the writers.

If we don’t get a lot of applicants, I’d love to simply include everyone, but I can’t commit to that without knowing for sure how many people are involved.

Do I have to use a formal writing style to participate?

No. You should use a style that makes your thoughts and ideas as clear as possible, but as long as it’s understandable, you can also get a little artistic with it. You can “write like you speak,” though perhaps in a more organized way. You definitely don’t need to worry about stylistic rules like not using the first person. This is not academia.

Is this zine going to center only on Crowley and Aziraphale?

That remains to be seen! It depends on what ideas show up in the applications. There will be a lot of the ineffable partners for sure, but whether the whole zine will center on them or whether there’s plentiful stuff about other characters will depend on what the participants suggest.

Do we have to agree with all your personal interpretations of Good Omens to be in the zine?

No! In fact, I’m assuming that a number of essays will contradict each other, too, and that’s perfectly okay. The zine is a sampler of fan interpretations meant to inspire, not instruct. It’s not “Here’s a fan-made guide on how to understand this TV show,” it’s “Look at all these moving parts and how many meanings we can find in them. What does it mean to you?”

However, there are some basic rules and assumptions by which I’m working here.

I don’t personally have the energy to include essays that are highly critical (“negative”) in this zine. It’s analytical but also meant to be fun.

I’m pretty focused on the TV adaptation. This isn’t “no book analysis allowed” but just that the essays will end up being weighted toward subjects that apply to either the TV show or both the book and the show.

Each writer should focus on making their own points over disproving other fan interpretations. If you’re writing in an expository style, it’s normal for the essay to contain rebuttals to opposing ideas, but these should be minor supporting points, not the heart and soul of your essay. For reference, I’d say the majority of meta I see floating around on tumblr would follow this rule just fine.

Essay ideas that seem to contain bigoted or exclusionary sentiments will not be accepted (no TERFy stuff, for example).

What kinds of editing will go into the zine? Are you going to argue with us about the contents of our writing?

While I might ask you to elaborate on certain points in your writing or clarify your thoughts about your subject, I’m absolutely not here to ask you to change the thesis, opinions, or headcanons on which your writing is based. If I really have a problem with your initial idea, I’ll tell you that up front and politely decline the contribution.

While formatting the zine, I’ll make minor edits if I think I see a typo or misspelling, something small and obviously unintentional. As with any other zine, your content won’t be changed without consulting you.

Is this a SFW zine?

Yes. If people want to discuss sexuality in a theoretical way, like erotic subtext, that would be allowed. There are canon references like Newt and Anathema’s moment under the bed that might come up, too. But there will be nothing explicit, and since these are essays instead of stories, there will be no “action” going on between characters. Let’s just say sex isn’t a forbidden topic, but it will be like discussing it in English class.

As for other topics that could make the zine NSFW, like gore or extreme language, I don’t think they will be an issue. Some dark topics, like abuse by Heaven and Hell, may be discussed, but they will be warned for, and these are not stories, so you aren’t going to see violent actions playing out.

Will there be any “extras” like charms or stickers?

I’m not sure yet. I’m most inclined to keep it simple, because of the nature of the zine, but would be open to including some bonus items if there’s an artist who’s really passionate about it.

With that said, I am pretty committed to making a hardcover edition of the book available, in addition to the standard softcover version.

You’re doing this with only one mod?!

Yes. I personally find it easiest. While I’ve worked on multi-mod projects in other domains and adore all of my co-mods, it’s a little bit different when it’s a project with this many moving pieces that includes real-life components like printing and shipping. Though there are a lot of individual things to be done, I am experienced with all of them, so it’s less overwhelming to just take on the whole project. That way, I know exactly what needs to be done and when, and there are no issues with assigning tasks.

What qualifies you to run this zine?

The résumé answer: in fandom, I successfully solo-modded a large not-for-profit zine in the past, the @soulmakazine2018, and while I can’t speak for the whole fandom, it definitely seemed to be well-received. <3 In real life, I’m a case manager and this involves coordinating and communicating with a lot of different people including my 100-person caseload, budgeting services, and filling out all kinds of paperwork on the fly, all skills that can be imported into zine work.

The practical answer: well, I’m the one who decided to start this project, so if you like the sound of it, you're stuck with me. I say with encouragement and enthusiasm that if you’d like to do a different take on a commentary zine, you should absolutely do it.

[jeontaehui]

nananananana (210331 VLIVE)

taehee bites back a grin as fans enter the live. “hello everyoneeee,” she greets softly, her cheekbones lifting into a soft smile. “i’m in the practice room once again.”

“i was just learning a dance actually, it’s my break right now so this’ll probably be short,” she mentions. “and then i turned on vlive without asking permission— well, i did ask permission after i... turned it on,” she giggles. “she’s gonna say yes anyways. no one can say no to me,” the comments section blows up after she sent a sly wink to the viewers. she knew her effect on them one way or another. 

mark lee i love you HELLO THE TITLE?? IS THIS A SPOILER???

lee donghyuck’s long hair i only entered the live but i feel like crying T—T why must she be so cute

taeyongbub taehee in the practice room is so attractive??? wth???

taehee tucks a few strands behind her ear asking, “did you guys have dinner already? have you guys eaten?”

mataechan what did taehee eat today?

hyuckschurros PIZZA !!!!

“aw, pizza? i’m craving now,” she shortly puts on a pout before a smile shows itself once again. “i haven’t eaten but i think i’ll have........ um,” taehee seems to think for a moment as she looks up the ceiling, trying to remember what jungwoo said she’d have at the dorms.

“i can’t remember,” she shrugs, proceeding to continue reading the comments.

jungwoo tehet are you going to dance again?

aussiechan TAEHEEEE !!! come home to australia :(

svtzen DREAM SPOILERS PLEASEE

“the dance that me and my teacher did today was to party favors by tinashe! i have to practice some more to get it right but i’m,” she stands up and dusts off her track pants, placing the phone on the floor in front of the mirror, “going to show you guys the part where i’m most confident in.”

she disappears as she goes to the side to play the music, and the strong beats of tinashe’s party favors fills the practice room. she adjusts her pants around her waist and runs a hand through her black hair, ruffling her bangs for a moment before getting into position.

she dances. no matter how hard-hitting the choreography is, taehee knew well how to control her own body, and gracefully yet powerfully sync her movements to the beats.

taehee marry me she’s so hot what the heck do i do

markcity i’m single for this reason only

fullsunnn THIS IS WHY WE NEED A TAEHEE SOLO ASAP !!!

from the corner of her eye, taehee sees her dance instructor imitate the part where she got the dance wrong during their practice, causing her to lose focus and burst into laughter.

ncityinthehouse everyone, the duality of miss jeon taehee

“unnie is laughing at me right now!” taehee giggles. her eyes glance to the side then back to the screen. “yes so, until there did i memorize the dance. i’ll try to post on instagram the full version of it. oh!” she claps her hands excitedly, a habit nctzens took note of before she says an idea.

“since it’s a wednesday today and! the end of the month, you guys can comment whatever you guys want me to do or any question you want to ask and i’ll answer them.”

“i’m going to scroll with my eyes closed and whatever my finger lands on will be picked,” she cutely asks if the viewers got it before briefly explaining what she just said in english.

“i’ll give you guys maybe 30 seconds? is 30 seconds enough? okay, ready and start!”

taehee bobbed her head as she counted the numbers in her head. “30! okay, i’ll close my eyes now.”

juhfahm skincare routine?

merrymark give us a phone tour :D

twiceyeon please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung !!!! <3

“from twiceyeon,” taehee reads, putting her emcee mode on. “please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung! ohh i think i’ve seen this on my recommended but i haven’t had the time to watch it— sorry, chaeyoung-ah,” she winces.

you can hear keys being tapped on taehee’s phone screen as she typed the title on youtube’s search bar. the music video appears a few seconds later and she immediately clicks on it.

“oooo dahyun-ssi is very pretty,” taehee says. her expression quickly changes when she sees the twice member use her foot as she played the piano, her hand going up to cover the giggles that escaped out of her. “this is so cool,” she beamed.

“oh sexy!” taehee exclaims after chaeyoung appeared. “i really like chaengie’s short hair.”

she compliments the set when the scene changes, a summer pool vibe replacing the vintage set-up at the intro. “the dance is cute too,” she mumbles.

she smiles at chaeyoung and dahyun’s playfulness in the music video before moving on to compliment her best friend again. “chaeyoung is seriously so pretty... whaaat!”

taehee continues to watch the rest of the video as she moves to the beat, occasionally letting out a chuckle or two at the adorableness of the duo.

“hold on,” she grabs her earphones and plugs them into her phone. “(it’s) to avoid copyright,” she smirks.

taehee finishes the music video with a grin on her face, “the music video was very cute! did they perform this on stage? i think the stage set and the fits would’ve been pretty.”

“speaking of music videos, baekhyun hyung’s new album just dropped yesterday! have you guys watched the music video?” taehee shuffles closer to the camera to read the comments. almost everyone was saying that they did, in fact, watch the music video and really enjoyed it.

“i never said this directly to him but i really am a fan of his, seriously,” she dictates. taehee breaks into a grin as she giggles again, the viewers watching how her eyes twinkled while she talked. “‘bambi’ is really great— it’s immaculate. you guys should stream the whole album and recommend it to your family and friends. baekhyunie hyung never fails to deliver (good songs).”

bbhubblegum taehee promoting baekhyun and other artists better than sm pt. 74628392

going on her phone, she mumbles, “and i really like the choreography of his songs.” there was an adorable pout to her lips as she spoke, much to the amusement of the viewers.

then she looks up from the device in her hands and her eyes hold a certain glint in them before she playfully squints. “just be quiet about this though. i am never gonna hear the end of this from him,” she shakes her head with an amused chuckle, recalling all the times baekhyun teased her and the ‘admiration’ she has for him.

“you’re my only bambi bambi,” taehee sang effortlessly. “it’s a perfect night for you,” her tone was a little softer this time.

“okay so that was our first request? dare? of the live, let’s get to the next one right away!”

taeheeroar do you listen to the neighborhood?

wooyoungification do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?

“the next one is.... wooyoungification! ooo wooyoung-ah hello,” taehee says, prolonging the last syllable of her sentence. “they asked, “do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?”

“well,” she clears her throat, furrowing her eyebrows as if she were in thought. “there are a lot of great artists out there. taylor swift is already my answer by default but,” she giggles again, “if i have to think of people outside sm, i think it’d be nice to have a collab with stray kids’ 3racha. they’re their producing unit if i’m not mistaken. it’d be fun to work with them.”

“i also had this dream of having a collaboration stage with the other dancers outside nct, like blackpink’s lisa or seulgi unnie. would you guys want that?”

midzyseason this isnt good for my gay ass

reveluvbar can taehee just take over sm

taehee hums, “i think i never mentioned it before but i wanna try doing drama ost’s too. i don’t watch as much dramas as i do before, but when i was still learning korean, they helped me so much.”

“i watched ‘guardian: the lonely and great god’ a lot and i really liked ‘stay with me’. hopefully, i can collab with punch too.”

taehee unconsciously moves her lips to the side, forming another pout and thinks again. “from sm, i think kai hyung? not counting superm, okay?” she beams.

“kai hyung and,” then a snort escapes taehee before she could even stop it, “baekhyun hyung.”

she puts a hand to her chest once she recovers from her mini-giggling fit before holding it up and swearing it was the truth. “these two were the ones that came to the top of my head, seriously.”

beansprout lolll remember when kai used to “complain” about taehee ever only talking about sehun cause he was the one she was closest to in exo when they first met ?

sodangerous it’s so touching how taehee looked up to exo while she was still a trainee and now they’re like family

taehee nods and bites her bottom lip, asking herself, “why do i feel like a youtuber?”

she smiles to someone off screen and quickly glances back to the camera, “next question!”

asteroidsung what did you get for renjun’s birthday?

“what did i get for renjun’s birthday? i just gave mine literally yesterday. i know it’s summer but i gave him a hoodie that i thought would look cute on him,” she smiles. “it was pink.”

“i was with haechanie when i bought it.”

chenlezoned hyuck said he’s gonna marry daegal next month

“hyuck’s gonna marry who now?!” taehee exclaims, “DAEGAL’S A MINOR!!!”

dreamtopia BYEEEEEEE

themissingpuzzlepiece everyone at haechan marrying daegal:❓❓meanwhile taehee: 🌋🌋⁉️

boohoohyuck sending my prayers to lee haechan

just then, taehee’s phone suddenly rings and her eyes widen at the caller id displayed on the screen. “wow, this dude’s timing is really! spot-on.”

she puts the speaker on, “donghyuck-ah, what’s this i’m hearing that you’re marrying daegal?? are you leaving me and chubs already?! oh and you’re on speaker.”

fullseun don’t you just cry on the inside when markhee calls hyuck by his real name or fullsun

you hear haechan’s boisterous laughter first before he could answer taehee’s question. “i talked about that on vlive,” he said, “where are you?”

“i’m doing vlive.”

“but it’s almost midnight.”

when taehee makes no move to answer, haechan goes, “are you in the practice room again?”

“so?” taehee answers sassily, causing the boy on the other end of the line to groan.

“noona, we talked about this already,” haechan whines. “then we can talk about it again later!” taehee shrugs exasperatedly. “noona....” the former warns, as if he was scolding a child. “i’m just on a break,” she gives in, “i’ll go home soon.”

“promise?” taehee rolls her eyes, though it was clear that she was grateful for haechan’s concern by the soft smile she held on her face. “i promise.”

taehyuckles i know i wished for a taehyuck live but this will suffice Gosh they are so cute !!!!!!

“you haven’t said hello to czennie,” taehee reminds him. “czennie, hello!!” he greets sweetly.

“anyways, i just called you because you agreed to playing a few rounds with me but i’ll just wait for you until you get home,” taehee winces at his statement. she might have forgotten. “oh right, i’m sorry. just a few more minutes?” haechan hums affirmatively from the other end.

“get home safely, noonaaa,” after they exchanged their goodbyes, taehee hangs up the call.

“yes, okay! everyone that was lee haechan on the phone with me and i think i can do,” she turns her back to look at the wall clock in the practice room, “three more comments.”

yangqied taehee’s an idol in the day, pro-gamer by night

“okay, so our next question is: are you friends with aespa? yes! i am friends with aespa,” she beamed.

“i actually saw them the day before their debut stage. my time slot in the practice room was after theirs and so we met there,” taehee recalls. “they’re very pretty! and they look cool when they danced to ‘black mamba’. i wished them luck on their debut stage,” she chuckles.

taehee closes her eyes and proceeds to swipe at the screen, “next question is... oh! i dare you to post on instagram. okay, let me find some photos and show you guys so we can all vote.”

“i’ll send them on bubble but i’ll show it here too in case you guys don’t have a subscription. that’s okay.”

markerlee tb to when taehee sent her pcs to bubble... she really said fuck capitalism !!!!

“okay, option 1: this one,” she brings her phone up to the screen, showing a picture of her with the bird filter on mac.

jisungbye I LIKE THIS ONEEE

kunniekunkun this one’s cute!!!

moloism markhee pls post ur photos with the mac filters im begging you

“orrrr this one,” she faces her phone towards the camera once more. she was sitting on the pavement with the view of the orange-pink sunset behind her, a mask concealing half of her face.

the127thsense everything just screams girlfriend material to me

deryqueen taehee, i am free this friday. i repeat, i am free this friday.

solhyuck i think you should post these as a set on instagram!

“what should i post on instagram? everyone choose between 1 or 2!” taehee tells them in korean, before switching to english. “you guys pick between the first one and the second one, and i’ll post it on instagram.”

oncezenni 2

flamboyanthyuck the second one!

ohmajesus i like the first one

iamjeno second pleaseee

“mm okay, most of you are voting for the second one so i’ll be posting that first thing tomorrow! and then i’ll just send the other one on bubble,” taehee puts her pinky finger up as she speaks, making a promise to the viewers.

“how many was that? two already?” a pout subtly makes its way on taehee’s lips and a few of her hair strands fell in front of her face, causing her to push them back as she huffed. nctzens found it adorable!

takeoffbesttrack can i kiss you.

“can you kiss me?” taehee presses her lips on the tips of her fingers before lightly tapping them on the screen. “i,” one of the corners of her mouth raises to a smirk, “kissed you.”

mahaecries GODDDD

tenvely you will be the death of me

deryqueen AGAIN TAEHEE I AM FREE THIS FRIDAY NIGHT !!!!!!!!!!

taehee giggles after seeing the comment section blow up and her dimples peek out from her cheeks.

“i’m gonna have to end this soon, guys. this is the last one, okay?”

haecity can you go live with markhyuck?

snoopyscoop do you have any more funny stories with jungwoo?

taromilktea did you see sungchan when he debuted as an emcee?

“did i go see sungchan when he debuted as emcee? nooo,” she frowns, “but i did call him on facetime.”

“he said he was nervous but i told him he’d do great! and he did, right?” taehee’s frown was quickly turned into a proud grin. “i watched a replay of it on youtube the day after. he was very cute.”

“i told him to just think of it like he was talking to us so he’s more comfortable, and he told me it helped a lot so i’m relieved,” she nods. “i sent him churros too!”

taehee shuffles closer to the camera and brings her knees close to her chest while she talks, “please support him! i know sungchanie’s glad to have received this opportunity that’s why he’s been practicing diligently.”

taehee reads a few more comments and smiles at the funny ones. the humor of nctzens never fail to make her smile. the memes they send during menpas are so hilarious that she can’t help but reply to most of them.

taeheespresident i guess she’s gonna end the live now? :(

jungwootehet it’s nearing 1 am and i still have school tomorrow...... whoops!

“i’ll have to go now guys, it was nice doing all this with you,” taehee softly mumbles.

“i like this idea of having you guys comment what you would want me to do ‘cause i’m able to connect with you guys more, i’ll try to do a live again soon.”

“the weather’s nice here in korea— well at least for me,” she chuckles, “it rained recently but it might be hot? in other places so please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water.”

“also wear your masks and keep social distancing! we’re not only trying to protect ourselves but we have to stop the spreading of it all so,” taehee gives another small smile at the camera as she reminds the people to be careful, “stay safe.”

after a few beats of silence, taehee speaks again. “okay so, until here is taehee’s nananananana live!” she sings while doing the infamous choreo of ‘go’.

empathy127 I KNEW IT WAS FROM GO !!!!

“good night! or good morning to those who are starting their day right now,” she adds, “goodnight! we’ll see you guys soon.”

taehee does her infamous ily hand gesture and winks at the camera before waving bye and ending the livestream.

[calypsoff]

Thirty.

I been out in Cali near enough every day, shit is cool as fuck around here. I mean it’s a little quiet when I am in the house, but I am chilling out every day, I be driving Robyn’ Porsche around doing my thing, talking to suppliers, other designers, went to meet up with Tyga. He doesn’t even live that far from Robyn, we just hung out for two days straight. I am living that Cali life and I am loving it to be honest. Why did I even think this place was bad, I may have been trying to prove a point to Robyn. Thinking of Robyn, I need to text her. Drake invited me to the club, he invited me to the club with him. I am so hype for this, I have got a barber to come out to Robyn’ crib and do my hair but I can see how you can spend a lot of money here, I think I have spent more then I should have but I can’t help it. Just living life, I am happy right now. Robyn and I, we speak sometimes and it’s always that awkward conversation because I left annoyed with her, and she was hating on me when I left because of what I said but we haven’t even spoke on it, she is somewhat busy and I am also, not busy but I just keep it to me. I don’t know what to do or say to Robyn to make her feel better or for her to not be angry with me. I just don’t know what to do or say, I tell her about when I go out but I just keep it to me mostly because Robyn doesn’t care right now, also she ain’t give me sex, so I have been without since. Imagine partying with Tyga in his crib with the finest bitches there, and I am backed up and not had sex. I would never cheat on Robyn, ever. But it’s hard, she can’t do that to me because I said she is skinny. It makes no fucking sense, and I will bring it up wit her when I do see her, when we meet again of course.

Barry and TJ are forever facetiming me, they said they will be coming soon to see me and they want to be living that Cali life “listen, I am still trying to get used to shit. Like right now I can go to Tyga’ crib and he be like cool, sit with me. He has bitches walking around naked as fuck, without a care. He just be having bitches, bro. It’s crazy, I am sat there with my mouth open like damn. Then I remember oh yeah Robyn” TJ busted out laughing “yo, you need to remember number one now, so you think we should have moved there” hearing the buzzer go off “uhm, honestly maybe yes but no. I spent too much money here, like I ended up throwing some money at these girls just twerking because niggas was doing, you know. What could I do, shit was behind closed doors, so I just like uhm here a dollar” I snorted laughing pressing the buzzer “who this!?” I asked, “It’s JC bro!” letting out an oh “cool, come through” unlocking the gate “that’s me out, I got my barber out here” TJ and Barry gasped “no fucking way, yo. We are coming there ASAP, fuck you!” I cackled; this is funny because I know these niggas are dying to come down “aight, I’m out” disconnecting the facetime, I need to look good. I am partying with Drake now so yeah, fuck that noise, making my way through the hallway to open the door, this place is too damn big. It’s a nice home but I don’t think its home for Robyn, like she ain’t have no personal pictures around, like she just comes here. Opening the door “what’s good? Thank you for coming out” dapping JC “bro Tyga told me, I got you for whatever you want” moving back to let him in.

My hair isn’t even that bad, but I needed that shape up “I hear you making a name for yourself though, like when Tyga told me and he said Chris Brown. I was like huh, and then he said that clothing line Black Pyramid so yeah, you are making a name for yourself” JC said, I grinned “I will hook you up bro, I got some gear over here bro. I got you” I am glad I bought some gear over “good looking out, thank you” I dapped him, my phone started to ring in my pocket “yo I got to take this, might be my twin” digging into my pocket “dang, imagine dating riri though” seeing the caller ID, I knew it would be Robyn. Answering the call “hey” she is probably asking about that text “so now Drake inviting you to the club, why? What are you doing over there?” I don’t know if she was joking at first, but I think she is joking “my handsome looks, but I said I had to check in with the lady of the house first” I lied, because I said yes before anything “mhmm, what if the lady says no?” I hope she doesn’t “no? Then my haircut is going to be wasted, but can I call you back. I have my barber here right now” Robyn let out an oh “that’s fine, call me whenever and you can go” she is so weird, her mood is horrendous “cool, aight. Bye then” I would like Robyn to say I love you, which she hasn’t in so long, but she didn’t “bye” the call disconnected.

I was going to call Robyn, but I decided against it, I just went to the club to meet up with Drake. I wore my best shit and I drove Robyn’ Porsche here, I have to look the part. You do really need to look the part when you deal and sit with people that are rich as fuck. I got out of the car, I don’t know if I leave it here and I go or I wait but this guy came over with his hand out, I passed him my keys and he got into the car and went, I could have gave Robyn’ car away without even knowing, imagine that. But I am sure he is part of the club; the valet guy is right here. The queue is crazy, but I will go ahead, I will try it anyways but he said my name is on the list so I suspect I just go inside, I mean what else would I do. Walking by the row of people, and I mean a lot of people that haven’t gone in. This tall guy just looked at me “name?” he asked “Chris, Chris Brown” if my name is not on the list I am so fucked, I will go home. He is taking his time “come through” he moved the barrier “hey, I know you!” some girl grabbed my tee, looking to the side of me at this female I don’t know “I know you, please get my girls in” I shook my head laughing “you light skinned niggas are not shit!” she spat, let me just go inside.

Dapping Drake’ entourage, they welcomed me like I am their own people “you came!” Drake said, dapping him but he hugged me instead “this nigga, he is a great guy. I have good feelings about people, and you are one of them, I think you are destined to be great. I am glad you came out, what you doing here? I thought you would be on tour” shaking my head “I am in cali, housesitting for my girlfriend, she wants me to get used to Cali and honestly, I am loving it” Drake laughed “you say girlfriend like it ain’t Rihanna, but that is amazing. This place is amazing, the people you meet. Also I want you to meet Nicki, hey” he waved Nicki Minaj over, this is mind blowing “no way” I said to myself, I am sweating now. Oh shit, she is real “meet a friend of mine Chris, Nicki, Nicki, Chris” she is pretty “awww hey, aren’t you the cutest” hugging her “thank you” I mumbled “oh wait, you are Rihanna’ boyfriend, oh my gosh. You are the sweetest thing!” she yelped out, am I that cute. She is making me laugh at her reaction “what can I say” I am only going to let her get away with calling me cute, I am a grown ass man.

I find this so surreal, to be in this section. To be getting free drinks, getting that VIP treatment. My life has changed, and I am so happy with everything, I am not planning on drinking anymore because I need to drive back so I am just drinking some Red Bull right now, that reminds me. Let me see what Twin is doing, she never called me when I said to her. She is so uptight, it’s dumb and I won’t call her. I am just going to text her, my phone screen lit up and I have got various messages from people but Robyn, shaking my head tapping on my messages and writing one out.

Chris: No text!?

Pressing send on the message, I said no text but yet I meant to say no call which made me laugh. Niggas are going crazy in my messages because I just posted a picture of Drake and I, I am the with the homie, I mean imagine being homies with Drake. Nobody from VA can say that shit, so my messages are going crazy, Robyn text me back.

Twin: Why would I text you?

Chris: I mean call but does it matter you didn’t!?

Twin: Right!

Chris: I am not going to fall out with yu but yu are being so stank with me

Twin: This skinny bitch will come back to you when she is better for you

Chris: wtf? I never called you a bitch Robyn! I mentioned yu lost weight and I didn’t like yu skinny it looks crazy on yu like yu are taking drugs!

Twin: FUCK YOU!

I am not even going to speak to her, let her sulk and be the way she is because as a boyfriend I told her the truth, maybe I shouldn’t have text her intoxicated but I don’t care. She has for real pissed me off, it’s not even that deep. I fucking care for her, shaking my head locking my phone “you want a drink?” the girl just came up at the side of me, she grabbed a wine glass from the tray “for you” staring at the glass and then her face, I don’t even know her “nah, I am good” shaking my head, I am not fucking with nothing like that.

Watching the gate close from the camera, I always go through this process, it’s a headache to make sure everything is locked and closed. Just give me a simple door to lock, rubbing my forehead feeling stressed. The gate closed outside “cool” my phone started to ring on the side, it’s Robyn. I deep down want to ignore it but I won’t, she called and I shall speak to her. Answering the call “what’s up?" I answered because it’s really early morning there so something is up “well you complained I didn’t call you but also you are actually an asshole, right. Hear me out” here we go, let me walk to the bedroom “you called me peak skinny and then all of a sudden you think I would want sex with you? Peak skinny, I be singing on stage and thinking about it. My boyfriend telling me I am peak skinny and now I look like I am taking drugs, do I look that bad to you!? You have made me feel like shit and yet you still have this shit attitude with me. I am here seeing you having the most fun, Tyga!? The pornstar that has women around for nothing, you think I wouldn’t see the picture, that I wouldn’t know. You may not do anything but you’re there smiling” I really don’t want to hear it “right, you done? I smiled seeing some ass because my own girlfriend doesn’t want to give that one up” I am too tired to care “you are actually unbelievable, maybe Cali isn’t for you. Just know you have really hurt me; I have a lot to think about because you are being the asshole you are now. Because I didn’t give you sex” funny how she picks on that “see what I mean with you, you pick on that one thing. You have been so stank with me; I have tried with you. I left that tour upset but did you care? I kissed your forehead and left, it’s always the Rihanna show when you are in the wrong here, what about your attitude!? I don’t want to argue with you” sitting on the edge of the bed “imagine calling your girlfriend peak skinny and that I look like I take drugs, you are a bastard Chris. Don’t call me back” she put the phone down, she is right. I won’t be calling back.

I jerked off of the bed in shock, my eyes shot open feeling my whole body just be in shock. The only thing that can be heard is me breathing heavily and I am sweating “damn” pushing the covers off of me, I am sweating. Wiping my forehead, it’s still night and actually I didn’t even close the blinds which I should have but it’s dark as fuck. Shaking my head getting up from the bed, maybe I had a nightmare or some shit, but I don’t think I was. Making my way to the bathroom, I kind of hate this home because it’s too big. It’s not the first time feeling like this actually, it’s just big and lonely. I am not scared but it’s just a little lonely to me, I froze hearing a loud thud, looking up at the ceiling. That was from upstairs, not even a lie that was. I swallowed hard, I ain’t even going to leave the bedroom like that. Jogging back over to the bed, I am going to call the police. The noise is a lot, I am downstairs, her room is here downstairs. Someone is here, maybe more. Pressing the phone to my ear “yeah yeah, someone is in the home. I ain’t left the bedroom but I can hear footsteps upstairs, the home is 7800 block of Hillside Avenue, the home belongs to Rihanna. I am her boyfriend Chris. I need someone to come out here ASAP” I ain’t a scared bitch but I still don’t want to go out there and get killed “sir we will send someone right over, can you lock the door where you are at now?” walking over to the door “I am downstairs in the bedroom, it’s a little quiet now. Should I check?” maybe I should, like what if they taking her stuff “sir please stay in the room and lock the door” licking my top lip, opening the door to see and I just flat out died inside seeing this grown ass man in my face, I dropped my phone and I went into fight mode.

[qvestchen]

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Summary: It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.

And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Chapter 1:  It was a surrealist meme

Wonwoo looked at the schedule in his hand and scanned the corridor. His eyes found Room No. 67 and he walked to the glass doors with only a slight urgency of purpose being betrayed in his quick steps. He cursed under his breath as the door swung outside nearly crashing against his face. Whoever it was, didn't even see him, choosing instead to continue on their way without a care in the world, happily talking on the phone.

He slunk into the department room, nodding to the man sitting on the small desk that served as a reception counter. "I have come to register myself for the 3 p.m. 'Introduction to Persian Language and Culture' course." He placed a copy of his college ID and registration form on the desk.

"The course is closed," the man responded without even looking up from computer screen.

"But—" Wonwoo began.

The man threw a sheet towards him. "The last spot just got filled."

Wonwoo made a face, eyes dully scanning the sheet. His eyes stopped at the last name, widening in recognition.

Kwon Soonyoung.

His gaze flitted to the doorway. He asked, "Wait, the person who signed...t-this Kwon Soonyoung...was he the one who just left?"

The receptionist looked at him with a grimace. "Yes, and he was damn polite unlike you. Now, can I get my work do—?"

But Wonwoo was already rushing out of the small, air-conditioned room. His footsteps rang across the empty corridor. He looked right and left and followed a flight of stairs down and found himself in the ringing din of the English and Chinese language departments, a sharp contrast to the dusty, quiet floor above. People brushed past, someone knocking against his shoulder while he wildly looked for a sign, anything that he could zero in and recognize, something for him to pin the mystery of his life with.

The scattered conversations crawled at the nape of his neck as he strained to catch the words.

--I didn't mean to—Have you seen—wait up, you f—I can't believe I'm still—Shakespeare probably didn't even—she doesn't love me—are you free on—I flunked Chinese last time so—there can only be—save me from Proffess—which elective are—do you think the comeback—bro, the course is overflowing—are you coming to the party on Friday—we should start making the club flyers th—

"Wonwoo? Wonwoo?"

Wonwoo turned around realizing the weight of a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you really spacing out in the corridor?"

Wonwoo made a face at his friend. "What are you doing here, Mingyu?"

"I came to sign up for my Literature elective but what are you doing here?" the other boy asked, all smiles and mischievous eyes.

"I came to sign up for my Persian elective," Wonwoo said, gesturing Mingyu to walk beside him.

Mingyu laughed his characteristic barking laugh and Wonwoo could see a couple of students stop and stare with intrigue in their eyes. This happened a lot when he was with his friend. Kim Mingyu excited interest everywhere he went. His tall frame and impeccable fashion made him stick out but his warm smile and constant chatter made him endearing. Everyone wanted to befriend him. Many wanted to date him and would have no doubt tried to make a move but since Mingyu mostly hung out with Wonwoo and his snarky aura, Mingyu was bordering on unapproachable.

"That's on the floor above," Mingyu said, still laughing. "I can't believe you've spent a semester here and yet behave like you know nothing."

"I went there. The registrations are full so it was a bummer and then I..." He trailed off, looking around one last time.

"And you decided to come find me? Aww, I knew you had a thing for me." Mingyu joked, eyes twinkling. "But, sorry, Wonwoo, I don't have any plans for a relationship right now. You know how tough it is for college-going people—Ouch, don't hit me!"

"I wish we hadn't met last semester. I can't seem to get rid of you," Wonwoo said, pushing him with his shoulder.

Mingyu grinned. He knew his words didn't have any bite. They were best of friends and even though people always felt Mingyu was never in shortage of friends, it was him who depended on Wonwoo more. He was grateful for their little circle of friends.

Wonwoo added a bit wistfully. "I thought I saw someone."

"Oh, wait a sec, this is my department. I'll drop in and be back. Wait for me."

Wonwoo nodded, taking out his Nintendo and was about to log on to a game when his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Seokmin.

Pizzamin: Hey, come to the cafeteria asap

If you spot Mingyu or Minghao, get them too

They never reply to the gc

A very small smile made its way across Wonwoo's features. He began to reply.

Wonwoollen: It's because you and Seungkwan spam the gc with weird stuff

Pizzamin: They're memes

Wonwoollen: It was an hour long video of just you saying "are you ready" and Seungkwan replying "I'm ready" last night

Pizzamin: It was a surrealist meme

The drama club president Hoshi loved it

Hoshi is cool, he helped make it

Hoshi. It was a new name but Wonwoo had already heard it repeatedly in glowing terms on a frequent basis at their cafeteria table ever since the new semester had started. Some 'angel' had descended on to the nearly defunct drama club last semester and over the course of the semester transformed it into one of the top clubs in the university this semester. Seokmin and Seungkwan who had just joined the club, now idolized the said 'angel'.

Pizzamin: Anyway, get everyone

I made a new friend

You all should meet him and make him feel welcome

Wonwoo couldn't resist an eye-roll. As much as he adored his friends, Seokmin had a habit of making a new friend every now and then and Wonwoo who was comfortable with sitting alone, found their friends circle increasing at an alarming rate. When he had come to the university last semester, he had totally imagined himself being a certified loner who could just sit back and watch life unfold in front him. Instead, he got adopted by Mingyu and Seokmin.

Wonwoollen: I'll bring Mingyu

Pizzamin: Hansol found Minghao so be here quick

Also, buy me a music notebook from the store since it's on the way

Mingyu emerged from the office, smiling, slightly red, and stuffing a small chit of paper in his pocket.

It was now Wonwoo's turn to tease. "Let me guess, someone gave you their number?"

Mingyu blushed harder. "It's not what you're thinking. She said just in case I find the elective tough later."

"Yeah, right."

"So," Mingyu said, changing the subject, "whom did you see? Was it someone pretty?"

"No, no. It was just...someone...I don't know, I thought it was someone I keep meeting but not really meeting. It's weird."

Mingyu looked at him shrewdly. "Wonwoo, I think you have a crush. It happens to the best of us. You needn't be shy about it. Minghao and I, we can help you with the wardrobe and Seokmin can give you some nice jokes so your dark personality doesn't come to the fore."

Wonwoo scoffed. "Thanks, but it's not a crush and I love my personality the way it is."

"Sure, whatever you say."

They bickered all the way till the cafeteria, even making a stop for Seokmin's precious notebook collection, where they were hailed by their friends.

Seungkwan shouted. "Last one to the table has to buy cupcakes for everyone."

It was totally stupid and there was no need to race across the cafeteria for those tasteless cupcakes but Wonwoo found himself laughing aloud as he pushed Mingyu sideways and ran forward. Their friends cheered for them. Moments like these he totally forgot the little puzzle in his brain, the strange feeling that there was someone out there whom he kept meeting but only side-stepping, he forgot his fears, he forgot details of this other person he didn't remember in full—the back of the head, the swing of the shoulder, a fraction of a cheek, the turn of the ears, the confident walk, the angle of the shoulders and that one time he had seen a quarter of a smile—he forgot all these little incomplete bits of the puzzle, he even forgot momentarily the name he tried to never forgot. Kwon Soonyoung. Whoever he might be, wherever he might be. Wonwoo didn't care. He didn't want to see the big picture. He just wanted to go on living this simple life where he was racing Mingyu to get out of buying some cupcakes.

He laughed at Mingyu who clutched his side, grumbling and coming in last.

Seokmin called their attention after everyone sat down on the table. "Alright, alright, now that we have shown our worst side, here is my new friend Yoon Jeonghan. He's a History major, just like you Wonwoo."

Wonwoo's heart was thundering after the run to the table but as he looked back at Yoon Jeonghan and his easy, lazy smile, he felt a cold hand clutch at his throat. His eyes never left the newcomer who introduced himself to everyone in a comfortable, suave manner.

Jeonghan had blonde hair that was brushed immaculately in place, every strand glittering with every movement of his head. His eyes were lazy and then suddenly watchful and a slight smirk never left his sharp, angular face. He looked at you as if he knew everything about you, as if he knew you better than you yourself, and Wonwoo who led a quiet, private life felt unnerved.

"Absolutely lovely to meet you, Wonwoo. I look forward to studying History with you. I hope we can be the best of friends," Jeonghan said, his tone affectionate and sinister at the same time, as if they had known each other since ages.

Wonwoo's hands were clammy in the handshake and he wordlessly nodded, trying to retract his hand.

Thankfully, Minghao intervened. "Wonwoo's a bit shy around strangers."

"Oh," Jeonghan said and withdrew from the handshake. "I'm sorry. I can be quite awkward myself."

"It's alright," Wonwoo replied, feeling a bit embarrassed at already judging the newcomer who seemed genuinely apologetic. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Talking about strangers," Seokmin said. "I think someone has a crush on our Wonwoo."

"Oh, you have to hear this," Hansol said.

Seokmin said, "The two of us were just sitting here and discussing our electives and Hansol happened to mention that you decided to go for not-so-popular Intro to Persian because it's really easy and scoring and not many people turn up for it and—" He started laughing.

"And," Hansol continued, with a smile, "this guy on the table beside us literally screamed WHAT and fell out of his chair. Seokmin here goes, 'Oh our friend, Wonwoo, went to sign up for the Persian elective because it's easy' but the man just bolted. He probably wanted to be in your class real bad. People these days."

"No way," Mingyu said, laughing now too.

"Shut up," Wonwoo said, making an unimpressed face. "You're making this up."

"Who was it?" Seungkwan asked, totally interested. "This is amazing."

Seokmin looked around the cafeteria. "He hangs around our table a lot. I'm sure you've seen him—Oh, there he is. His name is...uh, Joshua, I think? Yeah, he's Joshua."

Later, it was with stubborn determination that Wonwoo would explain to everyone that he had only looked out of pure human curiosity, the kind that makes people look up when an airplane flies by and nothing more.

Joshua Hong entered the cafeteria looking frantically around as if he had lost something important.

The fact that their whole table was looking at him was enough to alert him to their gaze. Wonwoo (out of pure human curiosity) watched with an expressionless face as Joshua's eyes widened as he caught sight of something beyond Wonwoo. Wonwoo turned around to see what it was and it surprised him when he saw that it was Jeonghan and Joshua in a staring contest. The rest of the table needn't have existed.

Jeonghan didn't drop his gaze and raised an eyebrow as if in a challenge. Whatever it was, Joshua seemed to understand. He turned around and left the cafeteria.

Opposite Wonwoo, Minghao had caught the strange interaction too. Both of them looked away quickly, knowing that it was something they would discuss later.

"Well, that was weird. I'm going to go to my room and finish the last level of my game. Get me a cupcake, Mingyu," Wonwoo said with a yawn.

Jeonghan raised a hand, putting his phone to his ear. "Just a sec. This is important," he said to everyone. He spoke into the phone, "Hello, Soonyoung?"

hello! this is our first seventeen story on here :)

hope you'll enjoy it. please keep on supporting this fic, soonwoo and svt  xx 

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Art Claims Round 4

Fourth and last round of story claims are up. At the time of this posting, 47 stories are left. These are all really fantastic stories that deserve an awesome artist. Please look into your hearts and see if you want to claim any of these. Also, PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS. Bribe them with smiles and candy. I've just checked with my lawyer and it's perfectly acceptable to grab your artist friends and stuff them in a sack and bring them over here*. *Actually, my lawyer's words were more like "Don't do that." This year, art claims are working a little differently than in years past. We are using a google form to streamline things, which should make things easier both for you as participants and us mods. To claim a story, the form requires email, check in ID, and the identifying number of your first choice of story. Putting your top three choices is best in case your first or second has already been chosen. Your check in ID should be different from any fic you signed up for or any previous art claim. Please be sure you've read the FAQ before claiming.

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. I'll update this post as stories are claimed. Official posting dates begin on July 27th. Once all stories are claimed and all artists/authors have been notified, I will put up a sign-up sheet so authors and artists can choose their posting dates.

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BBC Sherlock #6 Story Title: ...And All The Men And Women Merely Players Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mary Morstan/John Watson, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty; Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, John Watson, Mary Morstan, Anthea, Janine, Eurus Holmes, Jim Moriarty, Original Child Character(s), Mummy Holmes, Siger Holmes Rating: Mature | M Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: Mycroft Holmes is not-so-subtly trying to make sure there's a reconciliation between his youngest sibling Sherlock and his ex-wife, Molly Hooper, by forcing them to work together on a theatre project. But it isn't all smooth sailing when his and Sherlock's sister comes back from the States with a boyfriend who is the devil incarnate...and all hell is about to break loose. #7 Story Title: A Boon For You, A Boon For Me Pairings, Characters: Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper; Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, James Moriarty, Siger Holmes, Mummy Holmes Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: When Molly saves the life of a fairy prince, she’s given the chance to ask for whatever her heart most desires, and since what she wants to do most is help others, she’s given the ability to grant boons by the prince’s eldest brother. Little does she imagine such a simple and generous wish will change her life forever... #8 Story Title: A Merry Christmas After All Pairings, Characters: Mycroft Holmes/Sally Donovan; Sally Donovan, Mycroft Holmes, Anthea, brief appearance by Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: Sally and Mycroft make an arrangement to have a pretend relationship together, culminating in a spectacular break-up at a destination wedding in Hawaii. But what they intend to have happen doesn't go according to plan when pesky feelings decide to get involved. #12 Story Title: Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes/Anthea, Mr. & Mrs. Holmes, OC pairings; Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Mycroft HOlmes, Anthea, Mummy HOlmes, Siger Holmes, OC Holmes Brother, assorted OFCs and OMCs Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: It all begins with an invitation to Mycroft's wedding to his PA and seven days at a resort in Jamaica, with the assumption that Molly pretends to be his girlfriend that his mother might be under the impression that he's going to propose to sooner rather than later. It ends up being so much more than that... #13 Story Title: Ever Changing, Ever Growing Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, background Mycroft Holmes/OC and John Watson/Mary Morstan Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: They make the arrangement to present what society wants from them to the world as husband and wife, but childhood friends Sherlock Holmes and Margaret Hooper agree that their lives are their own. But with the death of Sherlock's brother and an unexpected scandal, their marriage of convenience is shaken. Will their friendship remain intact as their marriage falls apart, or will they decide that it is in their best interest to make this a true marriage between partners instead? #19 Story Title: Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living Pairings, Characters: Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper, past Sebastian Moran/James Moriarty and James Moriarty/Molly Hooper; Sebastian Moran, Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes, OCs Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Major Character Death, Character death is temporary, as character is turned into a vampire Summary: When Sebastian Moran inherits a building, a business and a servant from James Moriarty, he tries to live as normal a life as he can. But when Molly Hooper does the unthinkable and falls in love with him, he finds himself fighting a battle he'd never imagined he'd be in. #21 Story Title: Nothing's Changed That Matters Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, past Mycroft Holmes/Anthea; Sherlock Holmes. Molly Hooper, John Watson, Eurus Holmes, Greg Lestrade Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: When Sherlock comes to Molly in Oxford ten years after their divorce with a favour to ask, she agrees to help. While a lot has changed some things remain very much the same...including the love that Sherlock and Molly once shared. #22 Story Title: Old Books & New Flames Pairings, Characters: Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade/Sally Donovan, John Watson/Mary Morstan; Molly Hooper, Sebastian Moran, Mary Morstan, Sally Donovan, Greg Lestrade, John Watson, Jim Moriarty Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: When Sebastian Moran asks local bookstore owner Molly Hooper for a job, all he wants is a second chance to live the life he should have been living before prison. What Molly gets is more than a loyal employee and good friend. What she ends up with is what she had always wanted her entire life: happiness. #24 Story Title: Rectifying Past Mistakes Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan; Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Anthea, Mary Morstan, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Sebastian Moran Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: When Mycroft gets Sherlock out of Serbia, he drops a bombshell on him he isn't quite prepared for: after years of being gone out of his life, Sherlock's ex-wife Elizabeth has reappeared, under the name Mary Morstan. While he was off taking care of Moriarty's mess she was protecting those he cared about and helping his brother, for reasons, he finds, that she is keeping close to the vest. But when they're forced to stay in close quarters at Baker Street both secrets and old wounds come to light and, perhaps, things might turn out for the best after all. #25 Story Title: The Babe On The Doorstep Pairings, Characters: Mycroft Holmes/Anthea; Mycroft Holmes, Anthea, Greg Lestrade, OCs Rating: General | G Warnings: Child Abandonment Summary: One morning an infant is left on Mycroft’s doorstep with a note, signed by a woman named Laura. As Mycroft tries to find out who would entrust a child into his care he slowly opens his heart to the infant and lets the other people in his life that he’s kept at arms length in more, bit by bit. #28 Story Title: The Head Knows What The Heart Wants Pairings, Characters: Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper, background John Watson/Mary Morstan; Sebastian Moran, Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes, Mary Morstan, Mycroft Holmes, Eurus Holmes, OCs Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Mild violence Summary: After the revelation that there had been some plotting between Moriarty and Eurus before his death, Sebastian Moran had decided to do whatever it took to keep Molly safe...even if that meant ruining whatever the results of his ex-lover's collusion with the Holmes sister were. But after enough time had gone by, things changed, and that was when Eurus decided to strike. That was when Sebastian couldn't deny the truth any longer: Molly Hooper had become the most important person in his life...and he would do whatever it took to make sure she was safe. #29 Story Title: The Pesky Virginity Issue Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, John Watson/Mary Morstan, past Tom/Molly Hooper; Molly Hooper, Mary Morstan, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Tom, OCs Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: After Molly's engagement ends she decides she wants to rid herself of her virginity since that was a major cause of the dissolution of her relationship with her ex. When her friend Mary suggests she knows the perfect person, things don't go quite according to any sort of plan she may have had in her head...but it has a pleasantly surprising result nonetheless. #30 Story Title: To Live Again Pairings, Characters: Pre-Mycroft Holmes/Mary Morstan, background Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, past John Watson/Mary Morstan;Mary Morstan, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: After the events at the aquarium which leaves most of the world thinking Mary Watson is dead, Mary deals with conflicting feelings and moving on in the wake of knowing her marriage is, for all intents and purposes, over. #31 Story Title: What Could Have Been, What Will Be In Its Stead Pairings, Characters: Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper, past Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, mentioned Anthea/Kate and Mr & Mrs. Holmes; Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Siger Holmes, Mummy Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Anthea, OCs Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: When Sherlock dies, he leaves behind a woman he planned to marry and a child he did not know about. Mycroft is determined to take care of them both in his brother's stead, but nothing is ever as easy as one plans. That is the true Holmes legacy. BBC Sherlock/Doctor Who #32 Story Title: The Detective And The Hound Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Amy Pond, background John Watson/Lorna Bucket; Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Amy Pond, Henry Knight; other Sherlock characters in"The Hounds of Baskerville" Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Unconcensual drug use Summary: Sherlock and John get given a case from Henry Knight, who believes his father was killed years prior by a hound in the moors. But what starts as a much needed break from the tedium that Sherlock is experiencing turns into a case that has him questioning many things and feeling something he has not felt in a long time: the type of fear that leaves you with a chill in your bones. BBC Sherlock/Marvel Cinematic Universe #34 Story Title: A Potential Loophole To Exploit Pairings, Characters: Thor Odinson/Jane Foster, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, implied Loki Laufeyson/Darcy Lewis, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Antoine Triplett/Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons/Leo Fitz and Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff; Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Frigga, Phil Coulson, Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jane Foster, Melinda May, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Antoine Triplett, Daisy Johnson, Darcy Lewis, Sif, Heimdall, OCs Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: After Thor and Loki leave a meeting with their mother, they start to talk about what can be done to stave off the foretold arrival of their sister, Hela, and begin to make plans. BBC Sherlock/Midsomer Murders #37 Story Title: Every English Village Has Its Secrets Pairings, Characters: Past/Unrequited Mycroft Holmes/Gregory Lestrade, Tom Barnaby/Joyce Barnaby, Sally Donovan/OMC; Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Mycroft Holmes, Tom Barnaby, Gavin Troy, OCs Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Summary: When Greg and Sally get called to Midsomer County for a case, right from the start Greg knows it will be a headache when Mycroft offers him lodging (so long as he's alright with his former lover being his housemate for his time there), and it doesn't get much better when he meets DCI Tom Barnaby and immediately their Detective Sergeants take an instant dislike to each other when Sally arrives the next evening. And that isn't even getting into the actual case itself and all the secrets hidden in the village of Elverton-cum-Latterley... Black Sails #39 Story Title: a tide of hope Pairings, Characters: Abigail Ashe/Billy Bones Rating: Mature | M Warnings: mild violence Summary: "My point being, unless my crew decides that they don’t want to give me up for dead, and if what you say is true and no one will come looking for you, then we are very much stranded on this island.” Abigail Ashe awakens to find herself shipwrecked on an island. However, she is not alone. Abigail Ashe/Billy Bones, post season 3. Boku No Hero Academia/Star Vs the Forces of Evil #40 Story Title: Princess' guide (title may be subject to change) Pairings, Characters: Star Butterfly/Tenya Iida Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: A Sequel to 'An Earthling's Guide to Dealing with Mewberty' Star was serious when she offered to take Iida on a multidimensional adventure as a thank you for helping her get through Mewberty, and after hearing about the Hero Killer's capture, and Iida's own encounter with Stain, Star is more sure than anything else, that her friend could use some uncomplicated fun. Code Geass #43 Story Title: World Enough and Time Pairings, Characters: Suzaku/Lelouch and Gino/Kallen (both minor) Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Graphic Violence Summary: Six months after Ragnarok, all Kallen wants to do is protect the people she loves, even if it means betraying everything in her heart to serve a Britannian prince. Suzaku wants to reverse a mistake he made but would never take back. Euphemia is willing to risk everything of herself in order to be a better person and find a cure. And Lelouch... Lelouch wants to make the world safe for his little sister, even if it means destroying everything in his path. (The AU where the royal family controls the elements through music instead of Geass, and the Ragnarok Connection united the living and dead... by bringing back the dead.) Critical Role Campaign One/Dragon Age Origins (Awakening) #44 Story Title: TBA Pairings, Characters: Vax'ildan/Keyleth; Vax'ildan, Percy, Vex'alia, Scanlan, Keyleth, M!Mahariel, probably others from both canons, Grey Wardens from Awakening Rating: No Rating Warnings: Chooses not to use Warnings Summary: Merging of the two canons, but mainly in the Dragon Age setting with some Critical Role characters. Vox Machina finds the ancient thaig containing the tomb of the Raven Queen's champion, but in the process Vax'ildan is infected with the Blight. Only Loral Mahariel, hero of Ferelden, can save Vax's life -- but will he be willing to pay the price? Crossing Lines/Grey's Anatomy/Hawaii Five-0/Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Sentinel/S.W.A.T. #45 Story Title: This is our sanctuary Pairings, Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/James Street, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Ellie Defont-Bogard/Sebastian Berger Rating: Mature | M Warnings: Graphic Violence Summary: Clint Barton and Jim Street have been together for about a month as Guide and Sentinel when Jimmy's mom is released from prison. Clint wants Jimmy to have nothing to do with his emotionally abusive, Hydra mother. But Jimmy feels he owes Karen Street too much to abandon her, and Clint loves Jimmy too much to break his Sentinel's heart. So despite Clint's misgivings, they go to Los Angeles to visit her. The idea is to spend a couple hours with Karen and then hopefully never see her again. But what not even Jimmy realizes is how much Karen hates Clint for being Jimmy's Guide instead of her. Or how far she'll go to get her son back. Because Karen Street will do anything to get her son back. The problem is, Clint and Jimmy might not survive it. CSI: NY/Law & Order #47 Story Title: Theraputic Pairings, Characters: Eventual Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe; Danny Messer, Mac Taylor, Emil Skoda, Don Flack Jr., Lindsay Monroe, Lennie Briscoe Rating: Teen | T Warnings: Major Character Death, Character deaths are in the past, but they were characters from CSI: NY Danny knew Summary: In Danny's eyes, the hits just keep on coming...though this particular hit may turn out all right in the end. DC Extended Universe #49 Story Title: Pairings, Characters: Dick Grayson Rating: Mature | M Warnings: Graphic Violence Summary: After Superman dies, Dick Grayson reconnects with his father Doctor Who/St. Trinian's #51 Story Title: Adventures In Unexpected Places Pairings, Characters: Rory Williams/Amy Pond; Amy Pond, Camilla Fritton, Kelly Jones, Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams, Mels Zucker Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: After being sent to the worst school in the whole of England, Amy meets up with the man whose fault it is that she’s there, and things go vastly more differently than anyone expected. Football RPF #54 Story Title: It's A Long Way Up When You Hit the Ground Pairings, Characters: Christian Eriksen/Vincent Janssen Rating: Mature | M Warnings: No Warnings Apply Summary: Vincent's future is still uncertain, but rather than dwell on it, all he wants to do is welcome Christian home from the World Cup and find a few moments of bliss in each other's company before the world comes along and sweeps them away again. Christian, however, isn't making things at all easy, and Vincent starts wondering if maybe he has other ideas. A story about moving in, uncertainty, finding true friendships, and questioning everything about your past, present, and future. Gilmore Girls #55 Story Title: The Thing He Carried Pairings, Characters: Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano and Luke Danes/Lorelai Gilmore Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply, Minor violence Summary: This story is based on a post on Tumblr pertaining to what if Jess did not go to California. It is also based on 'The Things That He Carried' by Tim O'Brien, who also wrote an episode of 'This Is Us'. It's about growth and acceptance. it's about love and relationships. It's about rising above adversity. Hannibal #59 Story Title: The Art of Her Mind Pairings, Characters: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, Aralie/Travis Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depiction of drug use Summary: A young girl was accused of murdering her entire family, but one clever psychologist got her to serve a five year sentence at a mental institution. The day she is released from the hospital, Aralie has to adjust to life beyond her past. Aralie finds that when her anxiety becomes to much she occupies her mind with sketching the world around her and losing herself in ballet. Harry Potter #61 Story Title: Lionhearted Girl Pairings, Characters: Regulus Black/Severus Snape (minor), no other pairings at this time, but future Female!Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply, Forced Amnesia Summary: Roswitha Artemis Black had gone from orphan to heiress to daughter in remarkably short time frame, like a dream come true. Now starting her first year of Hogwarts, she faces challenges she is certain regular first years don't have to deal with -- like the castle talking to her and demanding she find and evict an artifact deep beneath the stone floors. Or how whispers of another girl, nameed Heather Potter, stir some strange dream within her. #62 Story Title: Pairings, Characters: OMC/Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Warnings: Summary: Evan Potter grew up knowing two things were true: that he was the Boy Who Lived, and that because of that, it wasn't safe for his squib brother Harry to live in the magical world. He'd be an easy target for any angry Death Eater who wanted revenge. No matter how badly he wants to be an ordinary kid with an ordinary brother, his life is never going to work that way. Then it turns out that Harry isn't a squib after all. And when Evan follows him into Slytherin to protect him... well, maybe his life isn't as set in stone as he'd always thought it would be. Hetalia #63 Story Title: From Spacious Skies, To Perilous Fight Pairings, Characters: America (Hetalia); Canada (Hetalia); Germany (Hetalia); North Italy (Hetalia); England (Hetalia); France (Hetalia); Molossia (Hetalia); Additional micronations Rating: Mature | M Warnings: Graphic Violence, Invasive Medical Procedures Summary: America’s explosive appearance on the national stage sent ripples of shock throughout the world. As he grapples to find his place as the Personification of the United State of America, dark forces begin to stir once more. Sequel to"In Need of Representation". James Bond #65 Story Title: My Partner the Car Pairings, Characters: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan/Q Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply, Canon-Typical Violence Summary: James Bond's partner, Alec Trevelyan, recently died. When he goes to pick up Alec's old car, he discovers there's more to the Jaguar than he realized, and that Alec wasn't as dead as everyone thought. With the assistance of MI6's Quartermaster, James has to find Alec's body, and somehow return Alec's spirit to his body. It might be an impossible task for some, but not for MI6's best Double O's. Law & Order #66 Story Title: a moment of transition Pairings, Characters: Mike Logan/Elizabeth Olivet; Mike Logan (Chris Noth), Elizabeth Olivet (Carolyn McCormick), Caroline Olivet (I'm picturing Madeline Zima), Lucas de Motigny (OC, I'm picturing Tom Sturridge) Rating: Mature | M Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: Caroline Olivet starts her first semester at Yale. Les Miserables #67 Story Title: We’ll take a cup of kindness, yet Pairings, Characters: Minor/Background relationships. Grantaire, Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Joly, Musichetta, Bossuet, Bahorel, Bahorel’s laughing mistress, Feuilly, Jean"Jehan"Pouvoir, Eponine Thenardier, Marius Pontmercy; Cosette; Gavroche Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply, Alcohol, mentions of marijuana, Summary: They’re having some sort of winter holiday… thing. She’s never quite sure what to call these gatherings. They're not religious, and they’re not meetings; they have regular meetings and this is not one. But, it’s not quite a party, either. It could be if they decided on a theme or reason, beyond"its cold and we’re all busy and everyone else is getting together, so let’s eat food and enjoy each other."So, it’s a thing. That works right? They’re having a December Thing. In which R discovers Enjolras can cook, Cosette tricks Gavroche into eating vegetables, Bossuet both forgets and wins at White Elephant, and having close friends is just generally awesome. Marvel Cinematic Universe #71 Story Title: till human voices wake us Pairings, Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton, James"Bucky"Barnes, James"Rhodey"Rhodes, Rating: Mature | M Warnings: Chooses not to use Warnings Summary: Tony is called out on a rescue mission. Things deteriorate from there. [post-Civil War sort-of fix-it reconciliation fic, de-aging (kid!Steve), action/adventure, ensemble, eventual Steve/Tony] #73 Story Title: Whoops, I slipped Pairings, Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and the rest of the Avengers in more of a supporting role Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: There's an explosion in the labs and Tony Stark finds himself in the body of a 3 or 4 year old. Unfortunately, his adult brain is calibrated for an adult body and all of the connections are scrambled, so he's in a bit a pickle. It's hard to let your teammates know that you're capable of rational thought when you can't even figure out how to operate the controls that enable you to walk and talk. Once Upon A Time #77 Story Title: The Stowaways Pairings, Characters: Ruby/Belle, Killian/Emma Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: On a much needed vacation, Emma and Killian find that they are not alone on the Jolly Roger. Original Works #78 Story Title: Taking Over Pairings, Characters: Original Male Character/Orc, Original Male Character/Original Male Character Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Chooses not to use Warnings, Past abusive relationship, PWP that grew plot, Summary: The King is dead, long live the King... As king's consort, Teyrin had never expected any strife. Then the orcs attacked. Now Teyrin has found himself torn between two world: rebellion against the new King of Athary is brewing in Neith. However, stuck at the castle, Teyrin finds himself falling in love not just with the Orckish culture, but with their king as well. As the consequences get more dire, Teyrin finds the stakes increasing. It's no longer just his life that hangs in the balance. Peaky Blinders #80 Story Title: A Battle Joined Pairings, Characters: Esme Shelby/Tommy Shelby Rating: No Rating Warnings: Chooses not to use Warnings Summary: "Your wife is gone, Tommy. Does it matter how?" A sprawling tale of family and deceit, love and regret, anchored by Esme and Tommy's complicated arranged marriage. Primeval (BBC) #81 Story Title: untitled role reversal fic Pairings, Characters: Nick/Stephen, Ensemble Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: Nick emerges from an anomaly into a world where Stephen is still alive . . . and Nick is the person who betrayed the team by siding with Helen. Nick doesn't know if he could return to his own 'verse even if he wanted to, but finds that Stephen is reason enough to make him want to stay in this one. At first Nick is distrusted, especially by Claudia. Nick helps the ARC by pointing out the differences between his world and this one and helping them try to figure out what Helen's up to. Eventually he is allowed back on the team; this time with Stephen as the team leader. Connor and Abby welcome Nick back with open arms (even if he isn't ~their Nick) and the four of them hang out together as a team and as friends. Nick and Stephen rekindle their friendship and grow even closer until they admit that the relationship they want is far different from the one they had before. (If you're familiar with Primeval, this fic was started for the role reversal square for trope_bingo.) Star Wars Legends, X-Wing series #92 Story Title: Just Like That, Everything Changes Pairings, Characters: Wes Janson/Derek"Hobbie"Klivian, Wedge Antilles, Tycho Celchu, minor characters Rating: General | G Warnings: No Warnings apply Summary: After years of being"just friends", an imminent separation forces Wes and Hobbie to finally accept their feelings for the other, and in time, they may even admit this to each other. Supernatural #93 Story Title: Angel of the Morning Pairings, Characters: Gabriel/Christa(OFC) Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Chooses not to use Warnings Summary: slightly inspired by the Juice Newton song of the same name. sequel to Invisible Touch (OC Edition). Things don't go as planned for our golden-eyed Archangel (do they ever?) Not every human has an Angel as a soulmate, but every Angel has a human as a theirs. Will Christa be able to accept the truth when she finds out just how deep the bond between her and Gabriel goes? Or will she reject him forever? Can true love really conquer all? Transformers Generation One #98 Story Title: Pairings, Characters: Prowl & Barricade, Prowl & Bluestreak, Prowl & Bluestreak & Barricade, Prowl/Starscream, Prowl/Jazz, Codicil, First Aid, Lifeline, Nightstalker, Accord, Trailbreaker, Crosscut, Pulse, Incidental OCs Rating: Teen | T Warnings: No Warnings apply, Chooses not to use Warnings Summary: Prowl, a young single parent, manages raising his creation, the demands of his own neglectful former guardian, and seeks to enter into a relationship. TVXQ #99 Story Title: Digital Stockholm Pairings, Characters: Jung Yunho/Shim Changmin Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: mentions of suicide, stress induced anxiety, depression symptoms Summary: Yunho has no idea why there are concerning videos of Changmin on his laptop, but it might just unhinge the volatile and complicated relationship he’s maintained with Changmin for the last decade. Set at the end of 2014, a psycho-dramatic get-together fic. Voltron: Legendary Defender #101 Story Title: An Inconvenient Attachment Pairings, Characters: Keith/Pidge | Katie Holt, Ryan Kinkade/James Griffin (mentioned), past Pidge | Katie Holt/Original Male character, Pidge | Katie Holt Shiro (Voltron) Keith (Voltron) Iverson (Voltron) James Griffin (Voltron) Ryan Kinkade Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: No Warnings apply, Trans Female Pidge | Katie Holt, Accidental Voyeurism, Summary: In the aftermath of the failed Kerberos mission, Katie Holt descended into despair. No amount of skill would give her the information she wanted, especially after being banned from Garrison property by Commander Iverson. Thus there was only one solution in her mind. She had to infiltrate the Galaxy Garrison, to be close to the source and enable her to find what she needed to find to know the fate of her father and brother. Getting in was the easy part. Being able to stay? That was a little harder. Remaining unattached so she could focus entirely on finding her family? That was the hardest part, harder than she ever could expect after years of being brushed aside. #104 Story Title: show me what you're made of Pairings, Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt/Original Male Character, Pidge | Katie Holt/Ryou Shirogane, Pidge| Katie Holt, Ryou Shirogane Rating: Explicit | E Warnings: Underage Drinking, Dubcon, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Ryou is Shiro's twin brother, Trans female Pidge, Transphobia, trans slurs Summary: Katie Holt, graduate student at the Taylor-Keaton Institute of Technology, was proud of the work that her father and brother did at the Galaxy Garrison. Even knowing they were going to be gone for several months at the least going the furthest any manned mission had gone, filled her more with pride than with dread. Months passed, and then days passed without word from Matt. And then she saw the news. And her world crumbled apart. (A story in five parts about mourning, denial, and coming into adulthood by throwing oneself in the deep end and struggling to stay afloat.) Watch Dogs (Video Games) #105 Story Title: Hurricane Pairings, Characters: Aiden Pearce/Jordi Chin, Marcus Holloway/Wrench (Watch Dogs) Rating: Mature | M Warnings: Graphic Violence Summary: People keep going missing in downtown San Francisco, including a member of DedSec. When Marcus and the rest of the gang start to investigate, their mission runs face first into one that Aiden Pearce is involved in too—but this time, close and personal instead of from behind the safety of a camera and a drone. When all of that piles on top of a job Jordi Chin's on, Marcus begins to wonder if he's pissed off any unloving gods recently.

[givememypaddles]

Surprise-Trent Alexander Arnold

Disclaimer: I’m sorry I took so long to post this, I’ve had so much on my plate with school. I felt bad so I rushed the ending of this just so I had something to post for you guys! I’m also sorry cause I didn’t proofread this so if you see any mistakes please do not roast me. Requests are open so please send in any you have and I promise I’ll post more frequently and get to them ASAP.

Prompt: Trent’s family invites you to go surprise Trent in Russia 

Word count:1843

You and Trent had been seeing each other for a little over two years. And in those two years the both of you hadn’t been separate for more than two weeks at a time. This time was different you didn’t know how long it would be until you saw him again, you had just bid him goodbye as he was off with the England National Team to go to the World Cup in Russia. You were so proud of him he worked so hard to achieve this and now he was living his dream, you were happy to support him even if you were thousands of miles away in your living room.  

You were struggling with the lock on your apartment door when your phone went off in your bag, pulling it out quickly to see who was calling you, you were shocked to see Trent’s older brother calling you. You quickly clicked accept and brought your phone up to your ear,

“Hey Ty, what’s up?” you greeted into the phone as you turned back to opening your apartment door.  “Oh thank god” you muttered to yourself as you finally got the door open.

“Hey Y/N! Everything good over there?” he asked through the phone.

“Yeah I just finally got my door open. How are you? How is everyone?” You asked him politely. You had a great relationship with Trent’s family, they took in as one of their own being that you were so far away from your own family. It was nice to have that family warmth.

“We’re all good love” He responded. You smiled softly to yourself hanging your bag up on the coat hanger and plopping down onto the couch in your living room.

“Not that I’m not happy to hear your voice but um  is there a reason you’re calling me?” You asked trying not to sound rude, because you really did appreciate him calling you.

“It’s all good love, I was just calling to tell you that we are flying out to Russia later week” he replied.

“Oh that’s great Trent’s going to be so happy to see you guys, I know he’s missing you all terribly.” you said with a small smile gracing your lips, Trent loved his family more than anything.

“Well you see, mum’s had this idea that maybe you should come along with us” he said hesitantly through the phone.

“Oh I don’t know, it’s family time for you guys I really don’t want to impose” you replied.

“Y/N you are family, you know that. We all want you there. Trent’s not going to know what to do without you there” He replied. You looked up at the ceiling contemplating silently if going to Russia was realistic for you.

“Hello? Y/N you still there?” Tyler called out from the other end of the phone.

“Yeah sorry I’m still here”

“So do you want to join us?” He asked again.

You paused for another couple of seconds thinking. You were a speech therapist you had children depending on you. But it was the summer months you could just tell the parents you were going on holiday, or you could tell them the truth it’s not like they would mind terribly especially since all you’ve heard these last couple of weeks was “It’s coming home”, and you missed Trent already and you wanted to be able to support him up close. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I’m going to have to contact some of my clients parents, but I don’t think it will be a problem.” you finally responded.

“Oh that’s fucking great, mum’s gonna be so thrilled! We are going to surprise him with you so please don’t tell him you’re coming with us”

“Okayyy you got it boss. When are we leaving?” You asked.

“Wednesday morning, he’s supposed to be in the lineup for Thursday’s game. So we want to be there for that.”

“Ok sounds great! Text me with all the details” You both said your goodbyes and you hung up the phone. You were going to see your love play in one of the biggest tournaments in the world!

The rest of your Monday evening was spent calling your clients, and letting them know you would be out for possibly a couple of weeks since you were going to Russia. They all understood and you promised to send them pictures. After you handled your work business you rushed to pack for the world cup, making sure to put your England number 22 jersey in your suitcase.

You and Trent’s family landed in Russia at around four in the afternoon, Trent still had no idea you had joined his family in coming to watch him and you all were hoping to keep it that way until game day. You had decided to go lounge by the hotel pool since it was incredibly warm. You weren’t staying at the same hotel as the England team but you were relatively close, you weren’t worried about being caught though. You were laying on a beach chair besides the pool, sunglasses perched on your nose, black bikini on, with your earphones softly playing Alicia Keys. You smiled softly to yourself looking up at the sky, every time you listened to Alicia Keys you were reminded at how appalled you were at Trent for giving Henderson shit for listening to her music. Your thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime coming through on your phone. You pulled it out of your bag and looked at the caller ID. It was Trent.

Should you answer it? If you didn’t he would think something was wrong. So without thinking you accepted the call.

“Hey babe!” he called through the phone with a bright smile on his face. He seemed to be in a hotel room with a couple of his other teammates.

“Hey, you enjoying yourself?” You asked trying to not give away the fact that you were a mere ten minutes down the road from him.

“Yeah I love it, I can’t wait to play tomorrow. Are you gonna be watching?” He asked

“Of course babe I wouldn’t miss your world cup debut” You reassured him.

“Where are you babe, it looks quite sunny innit?” He questioned you. Fuck you thought.

“Umm I stopped by Crosby Beach, it’s one of those rare sunny days yanno?’ You rushed out nervously, hoping it was sunny back home.

“Ohh ok nice, can I see the vie-” He started to say but you decided to act as if the call was breaking up

“Babe? I can’t hear you, are you still there? I’ll call you back when I get home ok? Love you!”

You rushed out and quickly ended the call.

After hanging up the phone you shoved it into your bag and leaned back in your chair taking a deep breath. You clearly weren’t good at hiding things from him. After another two minutes of trying to relax you decided that you were just going to go back up to your room. You gathered your belongings and made your way back into the hotel for the rest of the evening, not wanting to risk ruining the surprise.

The next morning you got up early to get ready for the game. You put your hair up into a curly ponytail, you had large hoop earrings and light makeup since it was sweltering outside. You were sliding on your shoes when there was a knock at door. You rushed over to the hotel door and looked through the peephole. Trent’s brothers were standing on the other side of the door. You smiled to yourself when you saw that the three of you had matching kits on. You pulled open the door, and greeted them with a bright smile.

“Hey guys!” You greeted

“Hello love, you ready?” Tyler greeted you.

“Give me one second I just have to grab my bag” you turned around leaving the door wide open grabbing your phone and your bag you turned and headed out into the hall with the boys.

“Are you nervous?”  Marcel, Trent’s younger brother  asked as the three of you headed towards the elevator.

“Not really I’m just excited to see him, I don’t like keeping secrets from him. I almost accidentally let it slip yesterday” you said with a small laugh.

“Yeah we know, he said you were weird on the phone yesterday?” Marcel teased you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah whatever I never said I was good at keeping secrets”  The two of them laughed at you as you all excited the elevator to meet up with Trent’s parents.

You guys arrived at stadium about half an hour before England was set to enter the pitch to train. You were getting anxious you just wanted to see your man give him a hug before he played. You knew he was feeling anxious about his first world cup game from the eight frantic text messages you received from him on your way to the arena. You tried your best to reassure him through text but you could tell it wasn’t doing much for his anxiety. You were so lost in your head you didn’t realize the cheers from the crowd until you felt Trent’s mother grasp your arm. You looked up and towards the pitch just in time to watch them run out onto the field. A bright smile spread across your face when your eyes landed on Trent. His mother was waving frantically besides you to catch his attention as he started his warm up with his teammates, he looked up at his family and smiled softly. His eyes moved to the left of his mother and finally landed on you, your heart fluttered inside your chest at the look that spread across his face when he realized it was you. He turned back to his teammates trying to focus on training but you kept catching his gaze.

When their time was done for warm up, Trent ran over in the direction you were sitting waving you over to meet him at the railing. You quickly ran over to him smiling down at him.

“Surprise baby” You whispered down towards him. He climbed up grasping on to the railing so that he was level with you.

“I knew it wasn’t sunny yesterday” he teased you. “I’m so happy you’re here I really don’t know why I didn’t make you come in the first place. I need you love” He said with a bright smile

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I love you so much T” He smiled up at you grasping your face and pulling you towards his face. He leaned his forehead against his, you could feel his warm breath on your lips.

“I love you so much” He whispered before pressing his lips gently against yours.

“Kill them out there...so we can celebrate later on tonight.” you whispered against his lips before you pulled away with a smirk.

“Go babe your team is waiting for you!”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Right Person, Wrong Number: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel (Wrong Number AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.

A/N: I’m hoping to have this as a longer series. idk. we’ll see. Send me an ask if you wanna be tagged! also, it’s short but whateva

You walked down the busy streets of New York enjoying all the hustle and bustle of city. You occasionally stopped to capture some shots for your personal portfolio. You were a photographer and you loved your job.

The thing about photography was that you can capture a million moments in one picture. It was a magical art that you came to love and perfect.

You moved from your small town to New York to pursue photography. You wanted to be a photojournalist and travel the world. However, all you ended up getting was a job at a beauty, fashion, and lifestyle magazine. You were grateful for the opportunity and you were able to meet awesome people through the job, but your mind was set. But hey, if this was what was going to get your foot through the door, so be it.

You entered the Sheer Magazine building, flashing your ID card, and walking passed security, giving a hug to the head guard, Phil. You waltzed into the elevator, pushing the twelfth button, bringing you to the top floor. After some stops, you arrived to your destination.

You stepped onto the floor and music was blasting from the set room. As soon as you set your bag and camera down, your assistant and friend, Wanda, rushed up to you, “Finally! You’re late!”

Confused, you looked at the time on your phone, “I’m five minutes early.”

“Yeah, but to Maria, that’s five minutes late. Anyway, the models are ready to go, but Steve wants to make sure the outfits work with the lighting.”

You took the hairband from your wrist and tied your hair up into a messy bun. This mean you were ready to work, “Alright. Let’s do this.”

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky Barnes, typed away on his phone as his driver weaved his way around New York City traffic. He had to be in Manhattan in fifteen minutes, but with traffic, it’ll probably take thirty minutes.

Bucky: Gonna be late again.

Wilson: We have a meeting with Fury, dude!

Bucky: I’m sorry! Stall for me!

Wilson: [middle finger emoji]

Bucky: [thumbs up emoji]

Bucky locked his phone and set it aside. He stared at the window, watching people rush by. He gave out a tired sigh. He’s been working nonstop and it’s finally catching up to him. A short nap wouldn’t do any hard would it.

As soon as his eyes shut, his phone dinged, signalling he had a new message. He mentally cursed whoever texted him as he clicked on the message. His brows furrowed at the contents:

Unknown number: Where the hell are you?! I know you think you’re some big hotshot model or whatever, but you’re not! Maria’s looking for you! Get here ASAP!

“What the hell?”

Part 2

[chungledown-bimothy]

Trust Me: Chapter 3

Hello again! Here’s some plot progression, introduction of our favorite dramatic boy, and shameless moxiety coffee shop au to make up for the last chapter! <3

Chapter One Chapter Two AO3 Chapter 4

Warnings:  brief mentions of a dead body, wounds, and torture. light swearing

Word Count: 1604

Tag List: @spookyingarbageisland @ren-allen @ccecode @emo-sanders-sides-loving-unicorn @ilovemygaydad @bloodrops-blog @funsizedgremlin @raygelkitty @roxiefox23 @thomasthesandersengine

Virgil rolled over and groggily grabbed his phone, cursing the day he made his ringtone "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance. It was a bop, but absolutely unholy at… oh god. It was 3:12 am and his phone was ringing. He cleared his throat before picking up.

"Hullo?" He winced and prayed it wasn't an important call he started on such an embarrassing note.

"Mason, it's Chief Sanders. I know it's early, but we have a body. I need you at 25th and Lincoln ASAP. I'll keep everyone away from the scene, keep it clean for you." Well fuck.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be there soon."

Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the scene. It would have been ten, but, even at 3 in the morning, parking in San Francisco was a nightmare. When he arrived, he saw that Sanders had kept his word; the scene was taped off, but other than that it was completely undisturbed. Not for lack of trying by the local media- he had no idea how those leeches knew to be there. Officers were trying to keep them out of earshot, but one voice called out to him, and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Detective! I know you can't ignore someone as fabulous as I am; what happened? Whose body is that?" Ignoring the anxiety attack he could feel trying to break through his well-built defenses, he strode over to the reporter.

"What's your name, and who are you with?" Virgil demanded.

"Roman Prince, SFGate, at your service!"

"Here's the thing, Roman Prince, SFGate. There is nothing 'fabulous' about standing over a dead man's body, desperate for a tidbit of information you can spin into some fairy tale to get a byline. At my service, eh? Then get away from my crime scene and stop hovering like the vulture you crime journalists are. And if a word of this gets out, I will personally see that you don't write another word in this city." With a glare at the crowd of reporters, he turned on his heel and went to examine the scene.

Virgil had seen more dead bodies than he cared to count, but he'd never seen anything like this. Turning on his phone's voice recorder and putting gloves on, he began taking notes.

"Victim appears to be male, mid twenties. Shallowly buried in leaves from the shoulders down, possibly mimicking the parental act of tucking a child in to bed, or possibly indicating remorse. Bruising and lacerations consistent with the victim being punched in the face repeatedly. Clearing the leaves away reveals the vic wearing slacks and a white t-shirt. No socks or shoes. The shirt is clean; however, there are clearly deep wounds underneath the shirt. I will not disturb the shirt on scene.

Ligature marks on his wrists and ankles, and wounds up and down his arms. If I didn't know and better, I'd say someone took a giant cheese grater to his left arm in particular. Consistent with the torture theory, and it seems that this victim endured even more than the last one. Opening his mouth, there's a piece of paper. Red puzzle piece and 'fascist' on it." Virgil paused the recording and swore under his breath. As he went to resume, a tech handed him a piece of plastic. "The victim had ID on him- name of Kyle Ren, twenty three. Otherwise empty pockets- the killer left us this. He wanted us to know who the victim was- confirming that this is primarily about the victim, not the crime itself. I will withhold any more speculation until I have more information. This concludes my on-site analysis."

Putting away his phone, he briefly discussed evidence collection logistics with the tech team before leaving the scene, planning to grab coffee on his way back to the station to review the file from the last body. His anxiety had other ideas, however. As soon as he got into his car, he started shaking and got lost in memories.

"Hello? I know you've got, like, that whole 'loner' vibe going on, but not only am I your partner, we both know that I am far too fabulous to ignore."

It was Virgil's first week at the BAU; the culmination of years of busting his ass to prove everyone wrong. It's just his luck that the man who sauntered into the office like he owned the place, wearing a leather jacket and aviators with a Starbucks tea in his hands, was his partner.

"The name's Remy, boo. Remy Wake." Taking a deep breath, Virgil turned around.

"Virgil Mason. Not your 'boo'."

"Oh my god. I did not come here to be attacked."

"Just to get on my nerves, then?"

"You are, like, literally the rudest. I cannot work like this."

"That makes two of us, babe." Virgil sneered.

"Mason! Wake! My office. NOW." Their supervisor, Aaron Hodge, called from across the room. They shuffled in, embarrassed, and took a seat when Hodge indicated for them to.

"You are both incredibly bright young men. I'm sure I don't need to recount why I called you in here. What I do need is for you two to sort out your issues. I have never seen two agents more suited to be partners than you two. Wake, you have outstanding interpersonal skills, but your attention to detail and ability to read between the lines is less than ideal. Mason, you more than make up for your lack of people skills with an uncanny knack for seeing through lies and finding connections no one else sees. I firmly believe that the two of you can be the best pair of agents the BAU has ever seen, should you put in some work outside of your cases. Do you understand?" They both nodded, and he dismissed them.

"Hey, uh, Remy, I'm sorry about my attitude earlier. I, uh, I'm kind of terrified, to be honest, and lashed out- no friends means no one to disappoint."

"I get that. I came at you with my armor up too, girl. Let's squish the beef and start over?"

"Sounds great, boo." With a wink and an eye roll, respectively, Virgil and Remy went to get coffee and better acquainted.

-

Virgil emerged from the memory still in his car. He checked his phone; it was 4:55. He'd been out of it for about 45 minutes. Swearing, he turned on the car and headed to the coffee shop near the precinct. He'd heard it was amazing, but the owner had been having some sort of family crisis, so it had been closed since a couple of weeks before Virgil arrived in the area. It opened back up the previous day, and it was all anyone at the station was talking about.

Miraculously, he found a spot right in front of We Hart Coffee.

"Good morning! Welcome in!" Virgil cringed at the too-peppy voice as he walked up to the counter to see that the source of the voice was an attractive man in his late twenties, by Virgil's estimation, with brown eyes and curly brown hair.

"Morning. Can I get a large Americano?"

"Sure thing! Wait, I think I know you. You moved into an apartment complex in the Outer Sunset about a month ago, right?" Virgil's senses went on high alert. He looked closely at the man, trying to place him and failing.

"More like three weeks, but yes. Have we met?"

"I thought so! I live next door to you! I'm so sorry I couldn't say a proper hello when you moved in; my mother died, so I went to be with my brother for a few weeks. My name is Patton, and I own this place!" Virgil relaxed, no longer concerned. Something about Patton made him feel safe, like he could trust him, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, and glad you weren't alone to grieve. I'm Virgil. Nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand, which Patton excitedly shook.

"Oh my, I should start your drink. I get so excited about meeting new people, I completely spaced. I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, no worries. How much do I owe you?"

"Absolutely nothing. It's on the house- consider it a 'welcome to the complex' gift."

"You really don't have to."

"I want to. It's important that where you live feels like home, not just a place you sleep and keep your stuff."

"Okay, then. Thank you." Virgil acquiesced, putting a ten dollar bill in the tip jar when Patton turned around to make his drink.

"I hope this isn't too forward of me, but… I wrote my number on your cup. Maybe we could get dinner or something sometime?"

"Oh, I, um, thanks. Maybe?"

"Oh no I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't even know if you are attracted to men at all! I'm so sorry, Virgil."

"No, no, it's not that. I'm definitely gay. I just… am awkward, and I've got a lot of stuff going on right now. But, uh, I really appreciate it, and I'll text you, if that's okay?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable. The last thing I want is for you to feel in any way pressured or obligated or anything."

"Thank you, Patton. I've gotta get going, but since we're neighbors, I guess I'll see you around?"

"For sure! Have an excellent day, Virgil!"

"You too." With that, Virgil headed out the door, added Patton's number to his phone, and left to meet with the coroner about the new body.

[television-overload]

Code Z

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort Rated: K+ Character: [Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David] Tali David-DiNozzo Almost 9 months after Tony leaves Ziva in Israel, McGee and Bishop answer Tony's desk phone to a surprise caller, a very distressed and fearful Ziva. Can Tony make it in time to witness one of the most important moments in his life? What SHOULD have happened during season 12 of NCIS. 

I guess I’ll tag some people that wanted to know if/when I end up writing this story, so... @ttiva @gingerstorm101​ @wanna-be-bold

Hope everyone enjoys! (read on FFN here)

6:04 a.m. – Tel Aviv, Israel – November 21, 2013

It had been a week and a half and she still hadn’t figured out what she was going to do. Never in a million years had she imagined that she would be in this situation—not her.

Ziva David was pregnant.

Did she want a child?

Yes.

Did she get the feeling that everything—every moment she had known him, every argument they’d had, every heartache—had led up to this moment?

Oh yeah.

But did she deserve this? Was she worthy of such a gift?

That was the question.

And her mind was telling her no.

She wasn’t fit to be a mother. Growing up, the examples she had of parents were a lying, cheating father and a mother that was gone way too soon. Her brother Ari was laying six feet under thanks to her, and her sister—oh, her sister—never had the chance to live the life she deserved. The David family line had an awful track record of family relations.

Looking in the mirror now, she splashed cool water on her face. Her thick, brown curls stuck to her wet skin and her eyes were red and puffy. She was a mess. Every time she looked at her reflection she remembered why she chose to leave the United States in the first place: She hated herself. She hated who her father had turned her into. She hated all the terrible things that she had done to people and to the ones that loved them. And she hated herself for starting to feel happiness of her own. How could she let herself enjoy a life of ease—great friends, a solid job, and a… Tony—when people out there were suffering and crying all because of her. She couldn’t.

So she left. And every time she looked in the mirror, she was reminded that she could never go back. She doesn’t deserve happiness. And, she decides, that also means she doesn’t deserve Tony.

She makes herself believe that he’s better off far, far away from her. That any contact could pull him down with her to the dark place where her heart now lives. Then things changed.

Despite her hatred for herself and the happiness that she was once so close to, Ziva’s life started looking up when she found that she was pregnant. She had her reservations about becoming excited for the coming arrival of her child, but she let herself go anyways. The doctor she visited warned her against putting too much stress on her growing baby, and she took his advice to heart. With some work and countless tear-filled nights, Ziva was healing. Sometimes, a look in the mirror would show her a glimpse of the mother she was already becoming rather than the terrible person she imagined herself to be, and that was a step in the right direction.

With a towel wiping the dripping water from her face, Ziva stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room of her farmhouse just outside of Tel Aviv. She glanced at the telephone sitting on the table in front of her. Not for the first time, she wondered if she should call Tony. Every time she had told herself she would, she came up with another reason not to.

After a lot of heartbreaking consideration, she decided it would be best to leave him out of it. It pained her to do it, but she couldn’t allow herself to screw up yet another person’s life. She had been gone just under 2 months; it would be weak of her to crawl back to him already, she told herself. He didn’t need to see her with her current state of mind any more than he already had. And besides, he would feel obligated to come to her, even if he didn’t really want to.

The cons were far outweighing the pros. It was obvious what she had to do.

She had to do this… alone.

-.-.-

9:42 a.m. – Washington D.C. – June 7, 2014

Today was just like any other day—in the life of U.S. Government Special Agents, that is. A case was about to be wrapped up. It had been a fairly easy one, and all that was left was to surprise the bad guy at his work and bring him in. The evidence was indisputable, and it looked—to the members of the NCIS Major Case Response Team—like they had a weekend off ahead of them.

Bishop and McGee had stayed in the bull pen to get a head start on their paper work. Even with the smallest of cases, there seemed to be a mountain of reports to write up. It was mundane work, but it meant they would be able to leave earlier in the day, so they weren’t complaining too much.

They worked silently, only the sound of pencil scratches and typing filling the void. All of a sudden, Tony’s desk phone started ringing.

McGee caught Bishop’s eye. “Check who it is,” he said in a secretive whisper, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Could be that girl he said he met last night.”

Bishop got his message and rolled her chair back to allow herself some space. She winked pointedly at McGee before glancing down at the caller ID, expecting to see a Sarah something-or-other lighting up the small screen.

“No name,” she said curiously, “But it’s definitely not an American number.” With her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she picked up the phone and held it to her ear, eyes still locked on McGee who was also intrigued. “NCIS, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo’s desk, Agent Bishop speaking; how may I help you?”

There was a shaky breath on the other end of the line. “I need to talk to Tony,” came a woman’s voice in an urgent tone.

Ellie’s eyes widened and she covered the transmitter with her hand, moving the phone away from her head.

“What is it?” McGee asked, slightly concerned by her shocked expression.

Bishop wasn’t exactly sure what to do. “I—I think we might have a Code Z,” she said in a hushed voice.

McGee stood up so quickly that he slammed his knee into the bottom of his desk, but he shook it off and got over to Bishop, who was hovering over Tony’s desk. He started to grab for the phone, but Bishop twisted around so she could speak once more to the caller before handing it over to her superior. “PLEASE HOLD FOR SPECIAL AGENT TIMOTHY MCGEE!” she all but shouted into the phone as it was being pulled away from her by a slightly frantic McGee. He certainly hadn’t been expecting this today.

“McGee?” Ziva yelled into the phone.

Tim pulled the phone away and looked at it like it couldn’t possibly be real, and then brought it back to his ear, shock and confusion playing on his face. The way Tony made it sound, Ziva was done with them for good, but apparently not.

“Ziva!?” He called back, incredulously requesting a verification of the caller’s identity.

“Yes, McGee.” Ziva said between clenched teeth. She sounded winded and in pain, but Tim didn’t have time to ask questions. Ziva had some of her own. “Where is Tony!?” she asked impatiently, drawing in a long, deliberate breath and then letting it out through her mouth.

“Out with Gibbs picking up our main suspect,” he replied, unsure of what the big rush was. “You okay?” he asked. Bishop was desperately trying to get McGee’s attention, and once she succeeded she mouthed the words, “is it her?” to him. He nodded and continued listening to Ziva on the other end. Bishop fumbled for her own phone and dialed the number for Abby’s lab as quickly as she could.

“Code Z,” she told her with conviction. Abby promised to be up as soon as possible and ended the call with a click.

Meanwhile, McGee was trying to understand Ziva with her thick Israeli accent and her heavy breathing. Every so often she paused and McGee wasn’t sure if she’d hung up, but she’d come back on, ever more ferociously insisting that Tony hurry and get to her ASAP. She said it was an emergency but she didn’t say anything more.

As soon as she hung up McGee and Bishop sprang into action.

“Bishop—“ he began, only to be interrupted by her.

“Already booking a flight to Tel Aviv,” she assured.

McGee nodded, grabbing his backpack from his own desk. “And I… will go to Tony’s apartment and pack his bags.”

As the doors to the elevator opened, Abby stepped out. “Code Z? Is it really a code Z?” she asked in her usual energetic voice.

“Yep. She just called.”

“What was it about?” she questioned, pressing him for more information.

McGee shook his head. “She didn’t say. Just that it was an emergency.” He stopped, unsure of what to say about Ziva’s tone of voice during the phone call.

Abby could tell there was something he was leaving out. “Anything else?” she asked, shooting him a knowing glare.

“Abs, I don’t want to worry you.”

“Tell me,” Abby said, resilient in her decision.

McGee put his hand on Abby’s shoulder. “I don’t know for sure, but she sounded like she was in trouble, or hurt. I just don’t know. Could you give Tony a ride to the airport as soon as he gets back? I’ll bring his bags.”

“Of course.”

McGee started walking toward the elevator, only to be stopped by Abby, who tossed a gold necklace his direction. “Don’t forget her necklace.”

“How did you--?” Tim began to ask.

Abby rolled her eyes. “Don’t pretend you haven’t snooped in his desk before, Timothy McGee.”

-.-.-

“Want me to interrogate him, boss? I’ve been aching to crack some bad guys lately.” Tony and Gibbs had just returned, suspect in tow.

McGee and Abby ran up to the senior field agent as soon as they spotted him. Thrusting a suitcase and carry-on into Tony’s arms, they swiftly turned him around back toward the elevator. “You’re coming with me,” Abby said, loading her friend into the elevator. McGee stayed behind, offering Tony a hopeful smile.

“Where are we going?” Tony asked the forensic scientist as she dragged him into the parking lot and to her car.

“You’re going to the airport,” Abby answered, starting the engine and pulling out of the Naval Base at impressive speeds.

“Why?”

Abby sighed. It was a known fact that anyone who so much as mentions Ziva’s name ever since she left gets chewed out by Tony. It had been a sensitive subject, sometimes even causing the senior field agent to lock himself in the men’s restroom and—Abby suspected—cry.

“McGee answered your phone while you were out with Gibbs. It was Ziva.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat. Had Ziva invited him back? Is that why he was going to the airport?

“But, Tony,” Abby said, interrupting his thoughts. “There’s something else…” His momentary joy and excitement came to an abrupt stop. The way Abby said it… maybe this wasn’t a happy trip after all. “Ziva,” Abby said carefully, “she sounded like she was hurt, like she couldn’t breathe. We don’t know what happened, but she asked for you.”

Tony hurriedly fumbled for his cell phone, dialing Ziva’s number as quick as he could. She didn’t pick up. He tried again; still no answer.

When they finally made it to the airport, Abby wished Tony luck and told him to call her as soon as he made sure Ziva was okay.

After running to his gate and boarding the plane, Tony found himself thousands of feet in the air and unable to believe that, for better or for worse, he was going to see Ziva soon. The woman he loved. Loves.

Glancing out the small window, his mind was filled with thoughts of Ziva in pain, or worse: dying. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t think of anything else but her beautiful face, cut and bruised as it had been in Somalia. Sleep did not come for the entire duration of the flight.

-.-.-

Even though no one had told him where he might find Ziva, Tony felt in the pit of his stomach that she would be at the farmhouse. He quickly called a cab and told the driver to take him there as fast as possible.

He paid the cab driver generously, handing him a wad of cash that he had left over from his last trip to Tel Aviv, and ran quickly to the front door. He knocked, impatiently waiting for her to open the door. He couldn’t believe he was really there. It didn’t seem to have changed much since the last time he had come, but this time he felt different. He was terrified. Ziva could be hurt, or in danger, or even dead! What was he going to say? What was he going to do when he finally did see her?

He wanted her to be okay—needed her to be okay. He needed to see her, to touch her beautiful curly hair again, to kiss her soft, sweet lips at least one last time.

He waited for a moment, but no one answered. Fearing the worst, he pounded even harder on the door. “ZIVA?” he shouted, a lump forming in his throat.

After a gut-wrenching silence, Tony heard a strangled cry from within. “TONY?” the voice called back. It was unmistakably Ziva’s voice, although it sounded weaker.

Tony felt his stomach churn at the sound of her voice. She was there, alive. It felt amazing to hear her again, even if she was still in trouble. “It’s me, Ziva, I’m here.”

“Tony, I can’t come to the door,” Ziva said right away, with a fearful sob lacing her words, “Break it open if you can.”

Tony didn’t even hesitate, he was so worried about what could have happened to Ziva. He needed to get to her right away. Focusing his features on the task at hand, he took a few steps back and shoved himself forward, slamming his shoulder and side into the door and busting it wide open.

“Ziva?” Tony yelled, his heart racing as he frantically scanned the house. He sprinted through the door, dropping his bags in the hall on the way. There wasn’t time to worry about them, he could hear the anguish of his love, his soulmate, from somewhere nearby. He knew he shouldn’t have let her go. He should have been there to protect her from whatever had caused her this pain.

“I am in here, Tony, hurry,” Ziva’s voice answered from somewhere to his right. Tony heard a scream of pain and picked up the pace, rounding the corner into her bedroom where she was sitting on the floor, only her head visible behind the bed.

She looked fine, no bruises or cuts like he had expected to see, but there was an expression of agony on her face that made Tony’s heart feel like it had shattered into a billion pieces. Her hair was hanging wildly over her shoulders, and beads of sweat trailed down her forehead.

She was leaning heavily against the wall, tears in her eyes as she watched Tony enter the room. He could see the relief wash over her as her eyes met his.

He paused momentarily in the doorway, overcome with emotions upon seeing the woman he loves after a long 8 and a half months away. All of a sudden, there she was, not a distant memory, but a tangible person, mere feet away from him. Tears streamed down Ziva’s face, in such a way that Tony had never seen. Not only did she seem to be in pain, she looked absolutely terrified.

“There is much that I should tell you before you see me, Tony, but there is no time,” she said, reaching out to him but stopping suddenly as she doubled over in pain. Her distress caused Tony to jump into action, rushing to her side. Her hands fumbled for Tony, grasping at his shirt in search of a hand to hold.

“Ziva, what’s wrong?” Tony asked with urgency, checking Ziva’s eyes which were red and seemed distant.

Ziva turned to look at Tony, her bottom lip quivering. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Before Tony could ask what she meant, she jostled the quilt that had been covering her, drawing his eyes downward toward her swollen belly. She, too, looked down, partly in shame and partly because she couldn’t bear to look at Tony’s reaction.

Tony, feeling shocked, unprepared, and most of all, panicked, gripped her smaller hand firmly with his muscular one. She squeezed. Hard.

Tony looked at her stomach, then at her tear-streaked face, and then back at her stomach, disbelief written on his face. In the midst of his confusion and shock, he never once stopped worrying about Ziva. Before saying a word, Tony hastily placed a hand on Ziva’s cheek, brushing a bit of hair away with his thumb. He drew her eyes to his own, meeting her gaze with such intensity like she had never seen from him. His eyes were wide with confusion, concern, hurt, and fear, yet he exerted so much seriousness and focus that she couldn’t help but feel a bit more calm in his presence.

“You’re pregnant,” he stated, his face like stone. It was not a question. He had no doubt in his mind that this child was his. After a moment’s pause, she nodded, breaking eye contact with Tony. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice breaking and tears pooling in his eyes.

Ziva bit her lip and felt more tears stream from her eyes. The pain was becoming unbearable. She shook her head. “I am in labor.” Finally, Ziva’s hold on him softened a little and she took in a few deep breaths. “A contraction,” she informed Tony, who shook his head in disbelief, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “I know you must have a lot of questions,” Ziva added, finding it in herself to initiate eye contact with Tony for the first time since he’d arrived.

“Not now,” Tony interrupted. “I don’t need to know everything now.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, which was burning hot. A quick glance around the room showed him that very little had changed since he had left, but a pale yellow bassinet sat empty in the corner and a few picture frames adorned the wooden dresser. “This is happening right now, isn’t it?” Tony said, still having a hard time believing what he was seeing. “You’re having a baby?”

“Our baby, Tony,” Ziva corrected. Tony could see the apology in her eyes, she didn’t have to say it out loud. He was here now, that was all that mattered in that moment.

“But it’s only been—”

“Eight and a half months, I know,” Ziva finished, drawing in a deep breath as another wave of contractions approached. “I knew I would have trouble carrying a baby to full-term because of—” The word ‘Somalia’ hung in the air as Ziva squeezed her eyes shut. “The baby is coming, Tony. Now.”

Panic started to take over Tony’s brain. Most fathers had 9 months to prepare to be a parent; he had the span of a few minutes. Taking a deep breath, he steeled his gaze on Ziva, trying his best to focus up for the time being. Panicking wouldn’t help anyone.

Ziva cried out suddenly, screwing up her face again in pain and clenching her fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. “Tony…help,” she choked out, reaching a shaking hand toward his and squeezing it tightly. Her face was screwed up again in pain.

“Ziva,” Tony called, hurrying closer to her side and placing his arm firmly around her and, almost by instinct, beginning to rub circles on the small of her back with his free hand. Shaking slightly, Ziva reached out and Tony grasped her hand, allowing her to squeeze it as hard and as much as she needed to. He just wanted to be there for Ziva; to be the support she needed most right now. Even though she had taken him completely by surprise, he knew exactly what needed to be done. His younger, more juvenile self would have been completely hopeless if he were caught in this situation, but this was different. One of his biggest fears as the playboy character he had once been was to have an ex-girlfriend tell him he was going to be a father. But now, amidst the chaos and fear, there was an underlying sense of intense joy. He had grown up, especially in the 8½ months he had been without Ziva, and had even found himself longing for a family. Of course, he didn’t ever think that would be a possibility if Ziva was out of the picture. He had known for a while now that she would be the only woman he would ever truly love.

At last, her grip loosened, and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. “I have been in labor for 15 hours,” she said with heavy breathing.

“I got here as fast as I could,” Tony said apologetically.

Ziva gently patted his chest with a faint smile. “I know you did.”

Tony looked down at Ziva in confusion. “Why aren’t you in a hospital? You could have called someone else, someone that could have been here quicker to help you.”

“There is no one here that I can trust. Recent months have been a bit…difficult,” Ziva trailed off, gazing at the wall, deep in thought. “There are people after me, Tony. I needed to lay low. I cannot go to the hospital,” she felt a stab of pain in her abdomen, “I cannot contact anyone from Mossad…”

“What about Shmeil?” Tony asked.

Ziva looked Tony in the eyes, her own filled with a deep loss. “He is dead, Tony.”

Fearing the worst, Tony continued. “Your aunt?”

“Her, as well.”

Tony closed his eyes as he felt his heart break again. Even on her quest to find healing, Ziva could not escape the loss of the ones she loved.

“They were after the people I care about. I could not lose you too, Tony. I do not think I could bear it. That is why I did not call you or tell you about…this,” she said, gesturing to her bump.

Tony gazed into Ziva’s chocolatey brown eyes, which were shining with tears of pain. The way he looked at her showed just how deeply he loved her and how worried he was for her. He hated to see her this way. The pain seemed unbearable.

“How much longer?” Tony asked, trying his best to seem like he knew what he was doing.

Ziva groaned again, grabbing a fistful of Tony’s shirt and pulling him to her. She leaned her sweat-covered forehead on his shoulder and he reached down nervously, laying his hand on her baby bump for the first time ever. This was real, not just some crazy, sleep-deprived-from-working-on-a-case dream. No matter how much he tried, his brain would not fully process that information.

The baby within Ziva moved ferociously. Clearly it wanted out too. “Can’t be much longer,” Ziva managed to say before again being attacked by another contraction

“We need to get you somewhere more comfortable,” Tony said with authority, watching Ziva’s every miniscule movement with complete and utter concern. Ziva nodded through her pain and Tony helped her to stand, slowly working their way to the bed. As they moved, Tony marveled at her figure, completely blown away by her protruding midsection. How had this happened? How was he supposed to handle this situation?

“We need towels,” Ziva said, breathing heavily and trying to calm herself down.

Tony hurried away and came back with all the supplies he would need to help deliver his own child. With such short notice, Tony counted himself lucky that he had taken a child delivery certification class through NCIS once many years ago, though he had never expected to use these skills to deliver the child of himself and the indescribably beautiful Israeli he had fallen in love with.

Everything was happening so fast. In the span of a few minutes, which passed like a blur in Tony’s eyes, he had prepped Ziva’s bed for the delivery of their baby boy or girl, ensuring her proper back support and making a more comfortable environment with the abundance of pillows. With every move, the former NCIS agent winced in pain, steamy tears dripping from her face.

“I love you, Ziva,” Tony blurted, tears falling from his own eyes as the gravity of the situation caught up with him. His hands cupped her gorgeous face, ensuring that his message was received loud and clear. He loved her, and he needed her to know it before they welcomed a tiny human into the world.

The declaration came unexpectedly, but the onslaught of tears streaming from her eyes were a testament to what the revelation meant to her. Any fear of scaring Tony off, being left alone again, and raising a child as a single mother was pushed away. Even after 8 months, he was still fighting for her, and now they were fighting together for their child.

Already breathless, Ziva pulled Tony down to her and their lips crashed together in a hurried and desperate kiss. As they broke apart, Ziva let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself against Tony’s shoulders which she clung to tightly. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, begging him to hold her.

“It’s time, Tony.”

Soon after, Ziva began to push, with Tony there to coach her through the pain as best as he could. It killed him to see her hurting like this, but he put on a brave face for her.

“I am scared,” she said, running out of breath. “I thought I was going to have to do this alone.”

Tony saw how afraid Ziva was. “It’s okay, Zi, I’m here now. We’ll get through this together. Come on, now, push.”

Ziva followed his instructions and cried out in pain. “It hurts!”

“I know, I know. Ziva, listen to me, you’re gonna be fine. We’ll be fine,” Tony said, trying to encourage her as he had before when she was his partner and she was injured.

As these words left his mouth, his mind wandered back to his last flight to Tel Aviv, the beginning of his search for Ziva. “Don’t worry, Tony. We will be okay.” The words had been uttered by Ziva, though she had been a figment of his imagination. The past 8 months had left him doubtful of the truth in her statement, but this—here, now—was where those words found their meaning. This was the start of a new chapter in their lives, and they really were going to be okay.

Tony glanced down at Ziva, whose hair stuck to her face as she pushed. Words of encouragement hung in the air as he became speechless, watching the miracle of life unfold before him, much more personal than he had ever thought possible. This was a child he and Ziva had created out of love for each other. When he had woken up the next morning, he thought it was the end, that they would be split apart, two halves of a whole separated for eternity. Fate had different things in store.

In reality, it was just the beginning. It created an opportunity for them to become closer than every before, the missing link that would hold them together against all obstacles. This baby was proof that there was a happy ending for Ziva David and Anthony DiNozzo.

They would be parents. What that meant for them was not yet certain, but what Tony did know was that he would always be there for his kid, unlike his father had been for him. If that meant quitting NCIS and permanently moving to Israel, then so be it. He should have never left in the first place.

Now, within minutes, Tony would be a father. He crouched beside Ziva, one arm around her, bracing her, and the other grasping one of her knees.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tony whispered, feeling his breath catch in his throat. All the regrets from 9 months before had come back at full force—and it turned out he was right. Leaving Ziva may have been the worst mistake of his life. “I should have stayed. I should have been here.”

Ziva cried out, hot tears streaming from her eyes. “Hold me, Tony,” was all she said before pushing again. Tony moved so that both of his arms were wrapped around Ziva, his face buried in her bushy brown hair.

His hold on her made her feel safe and secure as she labored through. “Ziva, I love you. I love you and I never should have let you go,” Tony said with tears in his eyes.

Ziva cried out again. “I love you too, Tony.”

His hand was becoming strained because of the pressure she was putting on it, but Tony couldn’t find it in himself to care. What was happening was unbelievable. Right there, right in front of him, the most beautiful woman in the world, the one Tony loved more than anyone or anything else, was about to give birth to his child. To their child. It was incredible, and even though he had only known for less than 30 minutes that he was going to be a father, everything felt right in the world, something he hadn’t felt since he had returned to the States without Ziva.

Tony placed a kiss on Ziva’s cheek, releasing his hold on her in order to prepare to catch the baby. With one final push, their child was born. Ziva fell back onto the pile of pillows, and Tony stood, motionless, at the foot of the bed with the baby in his arms. Tony’s mouth hung open in amazement at the sight before him.

A girl. A little person that he and Ziva had created. The product of their love for each other. The physical embodiment of everything they had been through together. She was beautiful.

Her cry filled the room. “Ziva!” Tony said, his voice shaking as tears streamed down his face. “Ziva, look! Look at her!”

Placing a steady hand on her back, Tony helped her up to see their baby girl. Ziva, too, had streaks of tears lining her cheeks. After cutting the cord, he placed the baby on Ziva’s chest, taking a seat beside her on the bed and holding the little girl with a steady hand.

“She’s perfect, Zi,” Tony said. In that moment, he felt so overwhelmed, so happy, that the only thing he could think to do was kiss Ziva. He leaned forward and placed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply before pulling back to once again look at the little miracle that had just been born into the world.

“Hi, baby girl,” Tony said, rubbing a calming hand on the baby’s back and fixing her blanket.

“Tali,” Ziva said, her voice raw from overuse. “Her name is Tali.”

Tony smiled and placed a kiss on his baby’s tiny head. “I love you, Tali.”

-.-.-

Tony’s phone rang and he was pulled from the dreamlike state he had been in. He and Ziva had talked things through. Both had a lot to apologize for. Ziva had been so scared when she went into labor and realized that she wouldn’t have him by her side.

They told each other they love each other, and even started making plans for Ziva to move back to DC. It seemed everything would be okay after all.

Tony transferred the sleeping baby back into her Ima’s arms and moved to the corner of the room to answer his phone.

“Hello?” he said quietly, so he wouldn’t disturb little Tali, who slept in the yellow bassinet that had apparently been Shmeil’s last gift to Ziva.

“Tony?” came Abby’s voice over the phone, “Did you find Ziva?”

Tony looked to the mother of his child, who nodded, telling him that it was okay to share the news.

“Yep,” Tony said casually. “Both mom and baby are doing fine.”

Abby let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good. I was worried that something had—WAIT WHAT?!?!”

Even Ziva could hear Abby’s words from across the room, and she let out a chuckle.

“Get everyone else, I’m switching to video call,” Tony instructed Abby as he made the necessary changes on his phone. He could hear Abby demanding Tony to explain himself as he moved to sit by Ziva and Tali. Soon enough, six faces were squeezed into the frame of the video call, and Tony made his move. First, he put the camera on himself and Ziva, making sure Tali was not yet visible.

“ZIVA!”

“Thank God you’re okay!”

“Wonderful to see you, my dear.”

“You had us so worried.”

Everyone was speaking at once and Tony silenced them all by placing a finger in front of his lips. “Quiet, everyone, or you’ll wake the baby.”

“The what?” Tony heard McGee say as if he hadn’t heard correctly. Finally, Tony moved the camera to show Tali’s adorable, sleeping face. Her rosy lips were scrunched together by her chubby cheeks, and her chest rose and fell with soft breaths escaping her mouth every few moments.

“Oh my,” Ducky said, leaning closer to the screen for a closer look.

Gasps and squeals and demands to know more echoed out of the speaker phone.

“We’ll tell you all more later,” Tony said over the ruckus. “For now though,” Tony placed a kiss on Ziva’s cheek, dangerously close to her mouth,” I’d like to spend some time alone with the future Mrs. DiNozzo and our daughter, Tali.”

Gibbs cracked a half smile. He hadn’t seen this coming, but he was happy all the same. “Congratulations, Ziver. You too Tony.”

Chaos erupted on the other side of the phone call, but Tony’s attention swiftly drifted away as he lost himself in the chocolate pools of Ziva’s eyes, mirrored by their little girl, who was now gazing back up at him with a curious glint in her eye. This may not have been the way he expected to become a father, but for the happiness he was feeling right now, in this moment with his family, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Worthy Brief - September 13, 2022

Blast off!

Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

Did you know that on a rocket's journey, the most force is exerted at its lift-off? The amount of force that is needed to get that rocket off the ground is so fierce that it could easily blow the whole thing to pieces. Interestingly though, the further the rocket moves from the earth's gravitational pull, the less energy it needs to move farther along.

Isn't it true with us as well? Whether it's breaking a habit, losing those first few pounds or learning something new, taking our first step into a new thing is the hardest part. That initial step always takes the most effort, the most energy. If we keep pressing on, however, it becomes easier and easier to move ahead!

As many of you know, the fact that we have moved ourselves and our ministry here is nothing short of a miracle! God has sustained us as we have pressed ahead through all the difficulties of acclimating to a new language and culture, pioneering a powerful ministry, and living by faith for all our physical needs.

We have come to Israel with a vision and purpose that we truly believe is from God. That vision includes a number of endeavors such as a relief center for needy and hurting Israelis, a leadership training center and much, much more! In so many ways, we, like that rocket are just in our beginning steps of take-off. Please stand in prayer with us as we press ahead to bigger and better things for the Kingdom!

Perhaps there is something new He wants you to be doing! God wants us to get out of our comfort zones and take that first step of faith so that we can see just how truly awesome He is! Together, let's take our first steps into something new!

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George & Obadiah (in Baltimore), Baht Rivka (in Israel) and Elianna (in Texas)

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HURRY, she is out of time :( ****************************************** To FOSTER or ADOPT lovely little Sandy, SPEAK UP NOW & Save her Life, APPLY with rescues OR message Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs IMMEDIATELY!!!! ****************************************** The general rule is to foster you have to be within 4 hours of the NYC ACC approved New Hope partner rescues you are applying with and to adopt you will have to be in the general NE US area; NY, NJ, CT, PA, DC, MD, DE, NH, RI, MA, VT & ME (some rescues will transport to VA). ✔Pledge✔Tag✔Share✔Foster✔Adopt✔Save a life! Thank you for caring! ================================= Hello, my name is Sandy. My animal id is #38169. I am a spayed little gal at the Manhattan Animal Care Center. The shelter thinks I am about 10 years old. I only weight 12 lbs. Please, please, save me!!! A VOLUNTEER WRITES: "I found her tonight. So, I talked to her, petted her, picked her up & off we went to the yard where she did her business at first. She was fine on my lap, in my arms, a bit aloof, lost & wanting to go through the gate overlooking the street. I had NO issue with her AT ALL. I even put a garland around her neck, she took treats fine, walked well, no growling or anything. She would do best with an experienced foster in a calm environment. She was a very good girl with me." <3 For a New Family to Know: Sandy is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, pushy, excitable and independent. He will follow you around when home with you, loves to play fetch with squeaky toys and prefers to sleep in a cage. She was being fed 1/2 cup of Wellness dry food and loves milk bone treats. She is well behaved when he is left home alone, does well for 8 hours or so in the crate and knows the commands sit, come and up which means stand. She was being walked 3 times a day and pulls lightly on leash. Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 8 years) Date of initial:: 8/15/2018 Summary:: Tense, trembling, allowed ALL handling Previously lived with:: An adult and two dogs Behavior toward strangers:: Wary Behavior toward children:: Relaxed and playful with a 15 year old she knew Behavior toward dogs:: Pushy with the male dog she lived with, got along with the female dog Resource guarding:: Sandy will growl if bones or treats she is in possession of are touched. Bite history:: Due to her inept owner having a handle on her dogs, she was able to chase down the building super & nip his boot as well as her male housemate when he tried to make unwelcome advances at her. These two incidents could have easily been prevented, if the owner would have had an inkling on how to handle her dogs to begin with. Housetrained:: Yes Other Notes:: Sandy is described to bark often and is nervous during fireworks. She isn't bothered with having her food or toys touched but will growl when attempting to touch her treats. She isn't bothered with being held or restrained, being given a bath or being brushed, has never had her nails trimmed and will bark, growl and snap when unfamiliar people approach her home or owner. Energy level/descriptors:: Sandy is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, pushy, excitable, and independent with a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR ASSESSMENT Date of assessment:: 8/16/2018 Look:: 2. Dog's eyes are averted, body posture is stiff and fearful, tail is low and not moving. Dog allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, tail is between legs, body stiff, mouth closed, lip long, ears likely back, may lip lick. Tag:: 2. Dog is fearful but unresponsive when touched. Approaches the Assessor when the game ends. Dog is likely crouching, may have a long lip or lip lick. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Sandy did not approach the assessor but allowed the assessor to approach her. She was tense and trembling throughout the assessment but allowed all handling. DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~10 yrs based on O hx and exam Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. MC placed on intake. Subjective / Observed Behavior - Shaking during exam. Allowed all handling. just tense. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dental disease -- could not fully evaluate due to muzzle in place. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated; tense U/G: spayed female. scar present MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: grossly normal. Assessment:: dental disease / fearful Prognosis: good. SURGERY: already spayed Sandy is at risk for behavior concerns, Due to all noted concerns displayed in a home environment and in the shelter setting, we recommend Sandy be placed with a New Hope placement partner who can allow her time to decompress. Sandy has no medical concerns. Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Sandy's history of being reactive to strangers, we recommend an adult only home. Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to a reported incident by the previous owner, a home without other dogs is recommended. Place with a New Hope partner:: Due to all noted concerns displayed in a home environment, the behavior department recommends Sandy be placed with a New Hope placement partner who is able to provide an experienced adult-only foster home. A period of decompression is recommended to allow Sandy to acclimate comfortably to her new environment; force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing Sandy to new and unfamiliar situations. Consultation with a professional trainer/behaviorist is highly recommended for guidance to safely manage/modify any behavior sandy presents with outside of the care centers. Potential challenges: Resource guarding,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,risk of future aggression. Resource guarding: Sandy is reported to growl if her treats or bones are touched. We recommend that Sandy be left alone while eating, and that food guarding behavior modification steps (available at ASPCApro.org) be utilized if this behavior is problematic in her future home. Nothing should ever be taken directly out of Sandy's mouth, and any time something is removed she should be rewarded with a high value treat or toy. She should be taught the "drop" cue and trade-up games. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Sandy is described as reactive with new people (NOT exhibited at ACC). It is important to always go slow and give Sandy the option to walk away from any social interaction. Sandy should never be forced to approach anything that she is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Sandy’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Sandy would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to her new surroundings. ... NOTE: *** WE HAVE NO OTHER INFORMATION THAN WHAT IS LISTED WITH THIS FLYER *** ... ============ Shelter address ========== - Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 - Phone number (212) 788-4000 (automated only) Operating hours: Monday through Friday 12.00pm to 8.00pm, Saturday & Sunday: 10.00am to 6.00pm. Closed on all Holidays.. ================================= == About Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs == We are a group of advocates (NOT a shelter NOR a rescue group) dedicated to finding loving homes for NYC dogs in desperate need. ALL the dogs on our site need Rescue, Fosters, or Adopters & that ASAP as they are in NYC high-kill shelters. If you cannot foster or adopt, please share them far & wide. Thank you for caring!! <3 ================================= Beamer Maximillian Caro Hocker Carolin Hocker Cindy Ann McManus Wendy Frohlich Caldwell Dawn Keiling Schursky Jody Harris-Stern Doug Rescue Halsey

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Suspended // Monty De La Cruz x Reader

Number 10 from my prompt list for Monty De La Cruz; “I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me.”

Requests and Ships are open!

Italics are flashbacks (F/f) is favorite flavor.

Masterlist

Part Two

Enjoy;

“Hannah?” (Y/n) looked at the girl who had tears running down her face in the empty bathroom,“ What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Oh (Y/n) hey,” Hannah wiped the tears away,“ No yeah I’m fine just a little tired.”

“Honey you’re crying in the bathroom alone you’re anything but fine,” (Y/n) frowned,“ The last time I did this was- well I think that’s a story for another time.. Now tell me what’s wrong my little Baker.”

“You know that photo that was spread out, it was Courtney and I. She got scared and now she told Montgomery of all people that it was Laura and I who even had a three ways with guys and asked Courtney for one! She even told him that I let Justin finger me and had sex with him,” She looked at (Y/n) with more tears filling in her eyes,“ She’s making me the school slut and I just tried to be her friend…”

“Listen up Hannah,” (Y/n) hugged her tightly,“ I’m going to tell you horrible things about Montgomery and Courtney because I know they’ll make you laugh. Because they aren’t sure as hell not worth your tears. You are a beautiful woman who was just wronged by many.”

“How do you have embarrassing stories of them?” Hannah asked as (Y/n) passed her a paper towel.

“I’ve known Courtney since kindergarten, we were never good friends but you know, I still saw her a lot of times,” (Y/n) paused and pursed her lips,“ I’ve known Montgomery my whole life, our parents are best friends and we’re neighbors.”

“Sounds like something that would lead to a love story in a book,” Hannah chuckled.

“Ew no never he is such an asshole and I have to hang out with him at least one two weeks for a while because our family dinners,” The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes,“ But we were close when we were younger, you know best friends. He told me everything and I told him everything. Like how he pissed his bed until he was ten.”

“You’re joking?” Hannah laughed, tears of laughter starting to replace the sadness.

“Nope he even wrote it in his diary which he keeps in the back of his closet,” (Y/n) giggled.

~~ “Miss. (Y/n) the office called you,“A dressed up woman handed her a slip as she walked by.

(Y/n) nodded and made her way to the office, pursing her lips as she saw the scruffy Monty and beat up Alex. She already knew what happened. She walked to the front desk and gave the woman the slip.

"Mr. Porter is waiting for you over there,” the woman pointed to where the two boys were.

“Thank you ma'am,” (Y/n) whispered while flashing a polite smile and leading herself to the back where she met the boys and teachers.

“Miss (Y/n),” Mr. Porter nodded at her and talked to her separately,“ Your friend-”

“He’s not my friend he’s my parent’s friend’s son,” (Y/n) cut him off,“ But I’ll talk to him and see what he was thinking.”

It’s been like that since they were little, Monty getting angry and (Y/n) calming him down.

“I’ll send him in,” The teacher sighed and left the room. A few seconds later Montgomery entered and shut the door behind him. He slid down into the chair and (Y/n) glared at him.

“Stop getting into so many fights and being so stupid,” (Y/n) stated bluntly,“ I’m tired of coming here constantly to calm you down, Montgomery.”

“It wasn’t my fault (Y/n),” He rolled his eyes,“ Alex went bat shit crazy. I admit I was going a bit fast but then he started yelling at me and I got mad…”

“So you started a fight? Typical Montgomery, what’s your mom going to say to you?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow.

“You can get them to not suspend me or anything right?” Monty asked the girl, his knee bouncing at what his mother would say to him.

“I can’t do anything this time,” She shrugged,“ They’re probably just going to tell the Honor’s Board to sort it out because they don’t want to fix problems that students like you cause.”

“Students like me?” Monty asked, looking at her.

“You know, dick bags, assholes, your jock friends,” (Y/n) pushed hair out of her face,“ Bullies.”

“I’m not a bully,” Monty protested, standing up with a clenched fist.

“Remember the winter dance you made a girl cry, Hannah Baker. You always pushed away anyone who tried to get close to me when we were younger because I was your only friend, but then you left me when highschool started. You fight anything that moves near you and you always get the office to call me to help you,” (Y/n) scolded him,“ You need to fix yourself. You’re going to get in trouble because of this fight.”

~~ “Dollar valentine?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow at Hannah and Clay,“ I mean I signed up for it but I didn’t really get anyone good.”

She filled the bucket with popcorn and smiled at the customer,“ Thank you and enjoy your movie!”

“I didn’t expect you two to sign up for it, who’d you get,” (Y/n) asked the two.

“I didn’t get anyone good,” A flash of disgust crossed Hannah’s face,“ I even got Bryce. I’m sure that’s a mistake.”

“A huge one,” Clay laughed,“ Who’d you get (Y/n)?”

“Well my number two was Jeff Atkins, he was the only decent one,” (Y/n) trailed off as the named boy walked to the counter, arm around a girl,“ And he asked out another girl.”

“Sorry loser,” Jeff laughed,“ Popcorn please.”

“Coming right up,” (Y/n) sent him a smile and walked to the popcorn machine as the other teens stayed in a conversation.

“Here’s your popcorn enjoy your movie,” (Y/n) smiled awkwardly as she noticed the tense atmosphere.

“Thanks (Y/n),” Jeff nodded and sent a look to Clay.

“What happened?” (Y/n) whispered to Clay as Hannah left Crestmont.

“She’s going on a date with Marcus,” Clay whispered as he ripped a paper apart.

“I told you! You should’ve asked her out before she got away,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, before pulling out her phone,“ Hold on I’ve got to take this, you can man the counter by yourself right?”

Clay nodded and shoo'ed her away. (Y/n) walked out and checked the caller ID. ‘Montgomery Del La Cruz’ popped up with a photo of them as kids.

“Monty what’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she answered the phone.

“Okay you’ve got to meet me at Rosie’s,” Monty rushed out,“ Just meet me here asap.”

“Wait Montgomery I’m at work,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by the phone call ending.

She sighed and walked back to the counter and grabbing her bag,“ Clay gotta go emergency I guess?”

“You guess?” Clay raised an eyebrow.

“Montgomery called emergency apparently,” She rolled her eyes.

“Great Hannah’s going on a date there and you are too,” He muttered,“ Go have fun.”

“Okay it’s not a date,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and started to leave,“ Bye Clay.”

As she entered Rosie’s she looked around before looking for the freckled boy who was sipping on a vanilla milkshake in the corner. She made her way over and found a plate of french fries and her favorite (F/f) milkshake.

“So what’d you call me down here for?” (Y/n) asked as she sat in the chair,“ Thanks for the shake. You remembered my favorite flavor?”

“I mean that’s all you ordered when we were younger,” He placed his head on the table,“ I called you here for a reason.”

“Well what was your reason?” (Y/n) sipped on her milkshake, swiftly taking a few french fries.

“This was my reason,” Monty slid over the dollar valentine to her, with number one saying (Y/n) (L/n).

“Montgomery,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by Hannah’s yell at Marcus.

(Y/n) rushed over to Hannah,“ What happened?”

“He- He touched me?” Hannah whispered out to her as Marcus raised his hands in defense.

“Marcus…” (Y/n) glared at him and raised her hand,“ You’re such a prick,” the room went silent as she slapped him.

“What the hell was that?” Marcus got in her face, his fists clenched.

“I would back off,” Monty pushed him away from (Y/n) and got in between them.

“Whatever I’m leaving,” Marcus rolled his eyes at them and started to walk away.

“Fucking hell,” Monty muttered as (Y/n) pushed past him and hugged Hannah. He stood besides the table and took out his jeep keys.

“I’ll get my car want me to take you both home?” He asked quietly.

“No I’m good I’ll stay for a bit,” Hannah whispered out.

“Hannah you sure?”

“Yeah my car’s out there anyway,” she let a tear fall,“ Besides you two are on a date.”

“It’s not a date per say,” (Y/n) thought aloud as Monty smiled at her.

“Let’s go,” Monty pulled (Y/n) away.

“Call me if you need anything,” (Y/n) lowered her voice,“ I’ll make Monty beat up anyone who hurts you.”

~~~

“You got suspended?” (Y/n) whisper-yelled at Monty,“ What about Alex?”

“He just got a warning,” Monty rubbed his face,“ Jensen freaked out during it was funny as fuck.”

“Monty stop joking around,” (Y/n) snapped,“ You’re got suspended, your mom is going to kill you!”

“You don’t think I know that?” Monty asked her,“ You don’t think I’m pressured because I’m getting suspended because of a fight I didn’t even start. I’m stressed out okay, (Y/n)?”

“Monty,” She sat against the wall next to him.

“That and the fact that one day I was going to confess my feelings to the girl I’ve known my whole life, then everything gets interrupted and I didn’t grow the balls back,” Monty whispered, leaning his head against her shoulder.

“And who’s the girl you have feelings for?” (Y/n) whispered, playing with Monty’s hair.

“You obviously I’ve liked you since I was a baby,” Monty rolled his eyes,“ Everyone knew this.”

(Y/n) started to giggle at him.

“I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me!” Monty protest as he sat up.

“It’s a little funny I mean I was going to call my number one dollar valentine,” (Y/n) whispered.

As she turned her head she was met with his eyes. She smiled and he yanked her towards him, placing his lips on her.

She froze before kissing back.

“What was that,” (Y/n) asked, out of breath.

“A kiss,” He shrugged.

“You’re still getting suspended though…”

“Fuck.”

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UA: Arcane Tradition of Psionics

Wizard Charlie here… feeling attacked by Wizards of the Coast who just released the newest Unearthed Arcana and their three new subclasses and spells. In this article we will cover the most personal attack on my character…the Wizard’s new Arcane Tradition: Pisonics.

Arcane Tradition: Psionics

As someone who asked their professors if I could choose an arcane tradition in pisonics due to my telepathic abilities and was told “No Charlie that isn’t a thing”…I feel both personally attacked and quite frankly a little pissed that I was lied to! Let’s cover this stupidly awesome subclass and a few of the new spells that my professors told me would never exist!

2nd-level Pisonic Focus: Here we have a nice flavorful item that can be specialized to each character, it can be literally anything and it becomes a meaningful item to your character. This item becomes your focus not only becomes your focus but it also allows you to reroll 1s on psychic and force damage! Remember that Magic missile you got at level 1? That just become way more effective! “No Charlie that isn’t a thing”!

2nd-level Psionic Devotion: at 2nd level you can choose one of the three cantrips; Friends, Mage Hand, or Message and get it automatically added to your list of spells for free and they come with nice little upgrades to make them just a little more effective and psionic. 

6th-level Thought Form: Hey guess what professor? People can astral project! What the hell! At this level you now can become an entity of pure energy and light for 10 minutes where you no longer have to use V, S, or M portions of spells! Your form can look like however you want it to! And to top it all off you gain resistance to psychic damage and to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from non magical attacks! No big deal professor, it’s just everything I wanted! And I know what you’re thinking “I am sure you can just turn to this form once per long rest Charlie, don’t be so upset” well wrong! You can become this form a number of times up to your intelligence modifier! For me that is like 5 times! UGH!

10th-level Mental Discipline: You get to learn one of the spells; dominate person, scrying, or telekinesis and it is added to your spellbook. But wait there is more, you now can cast this spell once per long rest with no components and uses no spell slot. Here you go just have a casual awesome psychic spell! Thanks again professor! 

10th-level Empowered Psionics: From now on when you deal force or psychic damage you can add your intelligence modifier to the damage against one of the targets, so… you know… dead… your enemy is just dead. That damage adds up much faster than you think. 

14th-level Thought Travel: Now when you become your super badass thought form you gain a flying speed and you just hover…. just because…. you’re just a badass! You would think that was cool enough right? Wrong! You can also now move through creatures and objects! Sure they are treated as difficult terrain but that still is just so freaking cool!

Psionic Spells: You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me. I am so mad at my professors right now that I can not see straight. So let’s just do a rapid fire spell coverage.

Ego Whip: 4th level spell, make someone suffer disadvantage on everything AND they can’t cast spells!?!? Are you freaking kidding me here?? I would have loved this against my evil ex teachers!

ID Insinuation: 1st level spell, Incapacitate a creature and do 1d12 psychic damage to them at the end of each of their turns. That would have been great against several dragons I had to fight!

Intellect Fortress: 5th level spell, Advantage on all saving throws for 10 minutes  and if someone within 30 ft fails a saving throw you can use a reaction to let them reroll. Oh no big deal I am just a support wizard that loves to look out for her friends! “That doesn’t exist” they said! 

Mental Barrier: 2nd level spell, as a reaction you can make a wall of repetitive thoughts to give yourself advantage on the mental saving throws and gain resistance to psychic damage. Mind Flayers beware!

Mind Sliver: Cantrip, 1d6 psychic damage to a target that fails the saving throw and it gives them a negative 1d4 to the next saving throw before the end of your next turn. This cantrip does two things; 1 it sets you up for the next spell and 2 for someone who constantly misses her spell attacks, a saving throw cantrip like this is ideal for a telepath. 

Mind Thrust: 2nd level, BONUS ACTION attack that deals 3d6 psychic damage and causes the creatures to only be able to dash and disengage. I am…actually speechless. A bonus action spell? I am so angry. I need this in my spellbook right now! In fact I need this 3 weeks ago! This is frankly the best spell for me. Combine this with the cantrip and guess what happens when you cast it with a bigger spell slot? You can target another person. I’m done, I am actually done. 

Psionic Blast: 3rd level spell, 30 ft cone that deals force damage, pushes the targets back 20 ft, and knocks them prone. I would like to take this moment to resign and give up my spellbook and all the years I wasted as an enchantment wizard. Bye now, everyone have a wonderful day, I am going now. I know nothing and I wasted all my years of training as a wizard.

Psychic Crush: 6th level spell, 12d6 psychic damage and the single target is stunned for 1 minute with the chance to keep repeating the saving throw or remain stunned. I think I have gone numb now. This spell is everything I ever wanted in all my life. Wait I am a 15th level enchantment wizard! If I cast this spell I can target a second creature! You know what, maybe I don’t have to give up my wizarding career after all. 

Thought Shield: 2nd level, for 8 hours the chosen target can’t have their mind read or detected and they have advantage on any saving throw that tries to determine if they are telling the truth. I can see this spell helping out your friendly barbarian when going against those pesky mind control enemies.

All in all, I love this entire subclass and spell list. I am mad at WotC for not giving me this a few years ago. I need to be this ASAP thank you very much. Now if you will excuse me I need to go talk to a 20th level wizard with the wish spell. Have a good day everyone. Keep up the good work D&D.

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BTS Wings Tour in Sydney recap

Warning: long post ahead So time to recap my BTS Wings Tour experience. I'll walk you all through it step by step 👌 Let's start from the day before - Wednesday. I had to come home early from work because of a migraine, said migraine which then kept my awake most of the night and left me with 3 hours sleep before work on Thursday. Come Thursday morning I'm more than awake enough despite little sleep and excited to go about my day. The pain of the migraine was still there but pushing through I got to my flight that afternoon. Jo and I flew over to Sydney and arrived there around 5.30pm then took the 3 train over an hour journey to the hotel. Plus side to this journey was that we met some pretty cool kpop lovers on the train. But moving on, we got to the hotel and I opted to just leave my shower for the next day before the concert. I wanted to save time and join the others that had already started lining up so we could take shifts asap and everyone could be well rested before 8am numbering. We were told to bring extra layers because it was supposedly freezing. It soon came to Jo's and my attention that Sydney doesn't know what cold is and I spent my time that night in a t-shirt and gave out my layers to others through the night. Now we were in the line and I got to meet Jo's friends and a bunch of amazing ARMY. The lines weren't too big yet so I helped out some of the attendees to move the lines to a better spot - this way security couldn't say anything about the people (some of which had been there 3 days). As the night went on and the line grew it soon became apparent I would not be sleeping. My motherly side kicked in pretty fast and I spent the entire night walking up and down the three lines warming people up, talking to keep their anxiety down, tucking people in and making sure they could sleep without worrying about people wandering into the line or touching their stuff. When the sun rose the sky was beautiful and I surprisingly wasn't feeling too tired. I must have been running on the energy of my mother mode haha More and more people showed up now and I ended up helping to maintain the entire mosh line. To the attendees that also worked on those lines - you're amazing and you did such a good job. Be proud of yourselves. And to all the people that said thank you and showed their appreciation for being looked after, thank YOU. It just takes a small gesture to give me the energy to keep taking care of you all! Now keeping Friday going now the 8am number is pushed back to 10am, which is okay because we don't have to line up for the concert until 4pm then so if still get sleep and a shower in. Or so id though. The people running the event ended up having us attendees that had been taking care of people over night and maintaining the line continue to do so. There was no communication about this until it was time to do it from the event organisers which I take issue with. Don't get me worng, I am more than happy to help out, but if I offer my help and you turn it down in the past or if you don't communicate and give clear instructions and authority over the situation I will never be happy or trusting of your idea of organisation. The sun was up and being from Melbourne I wasn't ready for the heat. So without sleep, without proper hydration or sustinance being provided by the organisers and most importantly without a break, the attendees kept working on the lines until 2pm. To top it off the line time for the concert was brought forward to 3pm. It was clear I wouldn't be getting sleep before the concert so I opted for a shower and quickly got ready and headed down to the arena for the concert. Here came the next organisation issue - they didn't watch over and maintain the lines. It fell onto the shoulders of the attendees again to organise everything. The people "running" the event didn't seem to do much in my eyes. Nonetheless we got in and oh lordy was it worth it. There was no exhaustion in me when the boys took the stage. I could have done it all again if I could relive that show. BTS are absolutely fantastic and I would love to see them again and again. The only disappointment was that the fan projects weren't able to go ahead properly, but the cheers of the attendees made up for it. Everything was so pleasing to watch. The set, the music, the performances. Breathtaking. Thank you so much to BTS for coming to Australia and please come again. My only wish is that someone more competent is in charge of organising the event. All in all, I would do it again. I love my fellow ARMY and would take care of each and every one of you if it meant you left with a smile on your face and nothing but pleasant memories. Now I know I've missed a few things like the fun times not knowing where the lights were in the hotel or our tourist adventures the next day where we spent the day in the sun and checked out the bridge and opera house. But just know it was amazing and I loved it all. Xx Final note: Jimin is bias wrecking so hard after the attention he gave me Friday night. Oh lordy lord save me. I swear I will always be loyal to Jin! Haha