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nooneelsecomesclose17  asked:

You wear glasses? (For the prompt thing 🙂)

Set new boyfriends era.

Aaron woke up, feeling the mattress dipped on the other side. He wasn’t quite used to sharing his bed with someone yet, and he smiled when he thought of Robert. Things were relatively new, but going so good. He opened his eyes, then frowned. Robert had a pair of glasses on, flicking through the paper in bed.

“You wear glasses?”

“Oh. Morning,” Robert said, taking said glasses off rather quickly. “I er… They’re reading glasses, I don’t usually wear them, I…”

“You’re embarrassed about wearing them?” Aaron asked, rolling over so he got closer to Robert, looking at his face. It was interesting seeing this kind of vulnerability from him. In public he was so confident, so sure of himself.

“I don’t like people knowing,” Robert admitted. “I look older with them, I just… don’t like wearing them. Usually I don’t need to, it’s only for the small print, so…” Robert took them off, resting on the bedside table.

“You look quite… I don’t know, different with them,” Aaron said. “Sexy,” he decided. Most definitely.

“Oh?” Robert asked. “I’m not sure if looking different to my usual self and being sexy at the same time is a compliment.”

“It is,” Aaron assured. “Trust me.” Robert suddenly looked interested as Aaron leaned across him and put the glasses back on Robert, being careful. “I’ll show you just how sexy I find it.”

“I like the sound of that.” And for the next hour, Robert didn’t mind that he needed reading glasses.

Letters to You [14]

I think I am taking back what I said, er… this fanfic ending in two to three chapters. can we end it in four? Four sounds good. 

Usual stuff, angst and comedy ahead, bit of fluff.

pairing: Date Shigezane x MC

            Date Masamune x MC

Genre: Comedy, Angst, Fluff

tagging: @amigoingbananas @myotomespace @i-dont-look-good-i-look-great @kata-ru @han-pan

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | BONUS | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen: Fall, Blood, Death and Letting Go

Fourteen: Fall, Blood, Death and Letting Go.

“What do they want?” Aki asked, a moment earlier she had her mind and heart in a complete disarray. But after hearing Inuchiyo’s visit in Yonezawa a few days from now, she had her undivided attention to her brother. She had a feeling that her childhood friend’s visit has something to do with her.

“We were discussing the alliance with Oda for quite some time now, I think this is about their decision.” Kojuro answered, “They also wishes to discuss something formal with you, Milord.”

“Something formal… It could be aside from the terms we had set.” Masamune said, his fingers rested thoughtfully in his chin. Aki had a bad feeling about this. 

“I am afraid it is, Milord.” Kojuro answered, still with a troubled look on his face, “They may ask for something more.” He added. 

“I have a bad feeling about this, hah.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “But what would you have us do, Masamune-chan?”

Aki, what did I say about honorifics?” Kojuro scolded her, she responded to him with a laugh, 

“This is why I totally do not agree with the summary of my background as as ‘noble lady’ that you said earlier. Do I even belong there? Should I even be there? Do I even deserve the honor of being a candidate for becoming the next Lady Date? Do I even have the right to become Masamune’s wife when I lack the qualities needed? I do not even know.” Aki said, mirth in her eyes. 

“Of course you do.” Masamune answered her, a look of fondness in his eyes and a faint blush in his cheeks. She found herself drawn to his gaze that she did not notice that she was blushing herself. 

“Ehem, Soooo… going back, what would you have us do, Lord Masamune?” She cleared her throat, trying to change the subject she asked him again.

“I would just ask of you to work at your hardest,” Masamune answered with a faint smile. 

“I, Aki Katakura will do my best for this clan and for you, Milords!” She winked at the both of them, the stress and tension from the air now disappeared.

“I do not even know how what to do with you,” Kojuro gave her smile while Masamune lightly chuckled, drinking the tea. 

“Ahahaha, fine fine. I’m going to take my leave. Have a pleasant night, you two.” She stood up, excusing herself. She bid good night to the both of them before going to her chambers. It is time, she thought to herself. 

Aki had a lot things in her hands, now she has to act as a page to both Masamune and Kojuro. She had expected the piles of papers in her room at Yonezawa Castle. Once she slid the door open, she can only sigh  at the familiar sights of paper, inks and lamp on her table. The bedding was already laid out too, which was probably the doing of her brother. After changing into her sleeping robes, she took a seat before repeatedly studying the papers for approval. She has to keep her mind busy, hoping not to think about Shigezane. She turned him down, finally. But with the promise of giving him the love he deserved in the next life.

It was a risky promise, she knew. But that is the only way she can think of. She was not a fan of reincarnation, neither does Shigezane. But somehow that little promise they made to each other was full of passion, hope and love for each other. She can only chuckle at her foolishness. 

Thinking of nothing but now but all the paper works she had been reading, Aki did not notice that time went by so quickly that it was late at night. The chattering of the retainers and soldiers in the corridors of the castle now gone. All that she can hear was the sound of the crickets and shuffling of her sleeping robes as she changed positions while reading, “Ah… I am almost done.” She said to herself, stacking the finished papers to the other side of the table. Aki noticed that the room next to hers was already lit. Kojuro was probably in his chambers too, she thought. She stretched her arms and slapped both sides of her face, trying to wake her self up before reading the last few of the papers.

After finishing re-reading and taking notes of the papers, exhaustion of both her body and mind had finally started to take over her. She went to Kojuro’s chambers to sleep, taking her beddings with her. She could not sleep without any lights on and she knew Kojuro was going to sleep later than she does. So she gave him the job of putting out the lights, but only if she was fast asleep. She bid him good night and reminded him not to stay out late for too long. The moment she closed her eyes, sleep had finally visited her.

Kojuro had put out the lights a moment later after Aki had fallen asleep. He chuckled at how childish yet mature his sister was. She may not be from a samurai family, but they knew that she will prove herself to be worthy of becoming a Katakura, and she did. Kojuro was proud of her, though she was a playful woman.

He can hear her gentle snores, he took the ribbon that was in her hair. It was the one that Shigezane gave her. Kojuro knew how hard it is for Aki to just let Shigezane go. He had been with her ever since she had blossoming feelings for him. He saw cry and get drunk over him, her hardships every time Shigezane falls for another woman and not to her. To be honest, for him, Masamune deserved his sister more than Shigezane. Masamune saw her worth and loved her all the same. But Kojuro cannot intervene, he has no right to. He slipped to his own bedding, the exhaustion also making him fall into a deep sleep.


“Ack… haaah… haaah.”

It was in the middle of the night when he woke up to the sound of someone having a serious case of coughing fits. He rubbed his eyes groggily to clear his vision. Only the moonlight outside his chambers is his only light. He saw Aki in the corner of the room, pale faced as she continued to cough. Cloth close to her mouth while her other hand on her chest.

“Aki!” He rose to his feet. His collected demeanor fading away as he saw his sister in pain. 

“Kojuro… Ack…! Haah haah… Mmn!” Her coughing fits was getting worse each passing second. Kojuro rushed to her side, she tried to push him away weakly. But Kojuro held her close to his chest. There is no way she can support herself. Aki’s body was burning through her sleeping robes, she was deathly pale. the moment she took off the cloth from her mouth made him shiver in fear for her.

There was blood. On her clothes, on her cheeks, on her mouth.

“Ani… Aniue… my medicine is… haah…” She tried to speak even with her ragged breathing. “My hakama…” Kojuro gently let her down on her bedding, his mind was in chaos. The only thing he knew clearly is that he needs to get her medicine. His footsteps were heavy as he ran as quickly as he can. He found her medicine, in three little jars. He wasted not a minute to get some water for his sister.

Once he came back, he immediately made her drink her medicines. Which relieved her after a few more coughing fits. Kojuro was shocked by the whole situation. She tried to call his name, but he just asked her to sleep. He changed Aki’s sleeping robes that had droplets of blood and drenched with sweat, into his clean change of kimono. Her body was still burning, her chest was rising and falling in an unusual pace. She still has difficulty breathing but not as worse as earlier. Kojuro kept on observing her, worry visible in his features, he would not be able to sleep a wink with Aki’s state. The first thing he is going to do when the morning comes is to go to the castle doctor to check on her.

“Is this what you meant, Aki?” he whispered to himself.

“Her illness is somehow similar to consumption, however in her case, the cough is not contagious to others around her.” The castle doctor said after checking up on still sleeping Aki. Unlike last night, Kojuro tried his best to be calm after having the doctor check up on his sister. “Consumption alone can kill the person affected. It seemed that she kept it hidden from you, considering how you did not know anything about her illness. Lord Katakura, I am going to be honest with you, would that be alright?” The doctor asked him. Kojuro closed his eyes for a moment before looking at his sister again, answering the doctor with a nod. 

“Lady Aki will only last until, probably the next fall if her body can still take it,” the doctor said, “It had taken a large toll on her body, she had taken her medicine but her illness is still something we can’t cure. Her medications only relieves her of the coughs and the fever for a period of time but not the illness itself.” the doctor added. Kojuro can only look at his sister wide eyed, his mind completely blank from what the doctor had said.

I don’t have much time left, He suddenly remembered the words she’s always telling them. She knew that she is dying, and yet she still kept that smile on her face and her jovial personality around them. He should have noticed sooner, her thinning figure and the unusual pale skin. Kojuro should have kept on asking her. 

No one can make the Dragon’s Claws cry. But right now, Kojuro had to fought back the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. Aki is a strong woman. He trusts her more like he trusts Masamune, and she will not succumb to her illness. He believes she can survive, and they will be there every step for her. 

“Is there anything we can do for our Aki?” Kojuro asked, he would do anything to save their little sister, he stroked her forehead, feeling the now mild fever she has. The doctor smiled lightly, “We will do anything we can to help Lady Aki. But I want to tell you, Lord Katakura should prepare yourselves for the worst. If you’ll excuse me, just call me whenever you need me.” The doctor bid his farewell. Leaving Kojuro and Aki all alone in the room. 

He looked at his sister, praying for her wellness. He never had thought that she will hide something like this from them. Judging from the medicines she took and what the doctor had said, her condition was that bad. For her to last only until fall. Kojuro decided to write a letter to Kita, asking her to come to Yonezawa.

Aki woke up with the sunlight in her face, she can guess that it is almost late in the morning. She sat up, the kimono she’s wearing fell off her shoulders. She looked closely to her state, 

“This is Kojuro’s kimono… why am I… AHHH?!” She screamed, pulling the kimono closer to hide herself. She heard footsteps rushing close to their chambers. The door was slid open hastily, revealing Kojuro

“Aki did something happen to you–WHA!” She threw his balled haori to his face, rage in her eyes

“WHY AM I WEARING YOUR KIMONO, YOU PERVERT GEEZER?!” she said, pulling the blankets closer to her. Kojuro walked slowly to her, a troubled smile in his face. “I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO MARRY ANYMORE ANIUE!” she covered her face with both her hands.

“Loud as ever, Aki.” He flicked her forehead. “How am I supposed to let you sleep last night when your sleeping robes had droplets of blood and drenched with sweat? Do not worry, I looked away while changing your clothes.” Kojuro answered her gently. It dawned to her what happened last night, she woke up with a coughing fit. It was one of her worse ones, she can’t stand up and get her medicine from her chambers so she just sat in the corner of the room where she fell asleep. She remembered Kojuro tending to her and getting her medicine. The blood stained cloth and her sleeping robe was still folded neatly on the other side of the room, along with her jars of medicine. 

Aki thought she can still hide it from him, she was planning to tell him of course, but after the matters in the castle had been settled. This is the reason why she can’t stay with Shigezane, she’s dying. Aki took her medicines more than she eats, so that she can make them believe that she was alright, that nothing is wrong with her. That she will carry out her duties to the Date and Katakura until death claims her. Tears were stinging her eyes, she gnawed on her lower lip.

“How long have you been hiding this from me…?” Kojuro asked her, as gentle as he can. She can hear the worry and the pain in his voice. She can’t stand it, seeing the people she loved hurt because of her.

“I just found out recently… I was planning to tell you and Lord Masamune soon but… I can’t find the courage in doing so.” She answered him honestly, “I’m sorry, Kojuro-aniue.” She tried to smile despite the tears continuously streaming down her face. Kojuro scooted closer to her, embracing her in a gentle manner that he always does whenever she’s crying. 

“It’s alright, Aki. We will figure everything out.” He reassured her. She cried in his arms, like she always did. She wiped her tears while Kojuro tousled her hair.

“Aniue, I am fine now. I can still work.” She said, smiling faintly at him. 

“You can’t, You need to rest.” he answered quickly.

“Please…? You need more help at this time.” She persuaded him, Kojuro sighed. 

“Aki, you need to eat up. I brought you a fresh change of your Kimono and some porridge. It was from Lord Masamune.” Kojuro said, “I am not allowing you to work today, we can ask Shigezane to–”

“But he is busy with his wedding.”

“No Aki. You’re going to rest. Can you change to your kimono?” Kojuro’s words were firm, well she guessed she’ll just barge in later. She nodded before she took the clothing from his hands, she hid behind the screen as she took off Kojuro’s easily, it still smelled faintly of him. She tried the kimono that Masamune had given her. From the feel of the fabric she knew that it was expensive, it felt the same as Ayame’s kimonos. She had trouble tying it to a perfect fit.

“Aniue, can you fix my obi for me?” 

Shigezane and Masamune was walking side by side to go to Kojuro’s chambers to talk about the plans for the day. It was going to be busy for them. With a lot of preparations for the wedding to the visit of the Oda Clan in the next few days. Shigezane was in high spirits when he found out that his cousin, Masamune was already choosing for his bride. Masamune, who was clearly embarrassed about the whole thing was about to slid the door open but stopped once they heard what was going inside Kojuro’s room

“It’s tight, isn’t it?” Shigezane heard Kojuro groan. He clasped a hand over his mouth while masamune looked down to his feet.

“Ah, it is tight. Can you put in– ahh, that’s perfect.” then they heard a woman’s voice, that sounded like… she was relieved.

“Was that Aki?!” Shigezane whispered, Masamune wasted not a minute to slid the door open slightly. Revealing Aki and Kojuro. She has her hands adjusting the obi, a look of relief in her face. 

“Thanks for adjusting the obi for me, Aniue!” She exclaimed, they are clearly unaware of the two Date Lord’s presence on the door. ”Man was that tight,” she said once more, while smoothing out her hair. Masamune completely slid the door open while Shigezane was still shocked, he knows that his cousin has some indecent thoughts in his head that he cannot even believe it.

“Kojuro, I’m coming in.” He announced himself, Shigezane tried to stop him.

“Good morning, Lord Masamune, Shigezane.” The siblings greeted them, a look of complete delight in their faces. Masamune stopped in his tracks when he saw that Aki was wearing the kimono he gave her. She never really stopped in making his heart beat faster every time he sees her. A faint blush in his cheeks he sat down.

“Good morning, but is it alright to come in now? are they fully clothed already?!” Shigezane asked, clearly directing the question to Masamune. He was still hiding outside the door. Aki and Kojuro exchanged glances, clearly confused at what Shigezane is babbling about. 

“He heard Kojuro groan and Aki sounding relieved, and you were talking about… something… tight… so…” Masamune barely explained things before Aki bursted into laughter and Kojuro rubbing his temples. 

“Did he just really imagined two siblings, doing sexual things together?” Kojuro groaned, before standing up and dragging Shigezane inside,

“Ah my sides hurt! Ahahahahhahaah! Aniue was just tying my obi in place, he tied it tight the first time so I asked him to loosen it up. Idiot Shigezane!” She laughed, holding her sides. Masamune and Kojuro also laughed with her.

“AH, I get it I get it. I am sorry. This is embarrassing.” He said, but Shigezane just laughed it off. “By the way, I heard from the retainers this morning that Masamune here received a list of his potential bride, man I was happy that he was finally getting hitched!” he put an arm around Masamune’s shoulders.

“We already know.” The Katakura siblings answered at the same time, making Shigezane shut his mouth.

“So when are ya going to get hitched, Kojuro nii-chan?” Aki asked. 

“I will not comment on that,” Kojuro answered her, 

“You are getting old, you should find a wife soon.” Shigezane added, even Masamune seemed to agree with what he said. 

“More importantly, Lord Masamune. Have you considered on who you wanted to consider as your bride?’ Kojuro asked Masamune this time.

“Ohoooo. We’re talking about brides now!” Shigezane cheered. Masamune and Aki blushed feintly, which Shigezane had caught a glimpse of. He ignored the tight feeling in his chest, after all, he just broke his heart by loving her.

“About that, I would like to ask Aki if she can accompany me this morning,” Masamune asked, his eyes were fixed on Kojuro, asking him as Aki’s older brother. “I am asking you since you are her older brother,” 

“Milord, you don’t have to. If Aki wants to, then I do not any objections.” Kojuro smiled,

“I don’t mind, Lord Masamune.” Aki answered, grinning at Masamune, “I’ll accompany you as long as you’d like me to, by your side. Hehe” She winked at him. 

“Aki…” Masamune blushed, while Kojuro and Shigezane broke into laughter.

“What’s this Aki?! Ahahahaha you suck at flirting!” Shigezane retorted, 

“Was it really that terrible?!” She asked, but she was surprised  by Shigezane’s next words.

“Masamune,while the two of you are out, take care of the woman I love alright? Yes, I mean Aki.” Shigezane said, patting Masamune on his shoulder. There was a moment of tension in the room.

“… I will.” Masamune answered, 

“Well, I need to go to Ayame, I bet she’s looking for me. See ya later!” Shigezane excused himself, not even bothering to look at Aki or to wait for their response.

Aki can only look down as the man she loves walks out of the room.


Even “casually wearing my boyfriend’s clothes long before we were official Bech Naesheim

I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day

25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room. 

Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac. 

5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass. 

It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall. 

Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him. 

This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”

And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using. 

Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire. 

Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts. 

Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time

  • Pidge: Ok Keith give us the goss, who was your first crush?
  • Keith: Er...Probably this boy back in flight school. We weren't in the same class so I only saw him once or twice. His name was Taylor or something I don't really remember
  • Hunk: ...
  • Hunk: Hey Lance, did you and Keith go to the same flight school?
  • Lance: idk maybe, why?

4.2k of smut, I’m not even sorry

‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’ Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler than usual.

‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’

‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a face a mixture of pity and remorse.

‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She glared at him before leaving.

It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit properly without feeling it.

He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but at the end it’d only worsened it.


‘It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a chair at the eighth year common room.

‘Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. ‘I do, but… who exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’

'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair products’ Pansy smirked.

'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’

Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’

'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.

Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.

'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’

Hermione gave her a little smile.

'He owes he a favor’

Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.

'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’


'Tell me how amazing I am’

The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco in the same position.

'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately. 'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’

'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go on, tell me how amazing I am’

'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d brought before. 'What-’

'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his cheeks.

'There’s no need for that’

'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.

A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.

'C'mon in!’

'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’

'Harry, please, Pansy said-’

'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit- ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips as hard as he could to stop from screaming.

Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint Potter, who was panting by his side.

Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage, after everything, almost sounded funny.

Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.

Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.

'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid inside was thicker than water.

'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him to leave, that cocky bastard.

'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.

'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy gaping at him.

'Do you even-’

'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on the far end of the bed.

He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.

Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.

'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew, since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and stilled, realising what that meant.

And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.

'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat  when Potter squeezed and, even though his lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He exaled, relaxing into the matress.

Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.

'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he spoke.

'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.

He stopped shortly.

'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll need you to lower you trousers a bit.  

'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter just say?

'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.

'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the fuck was going on.

'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter better know what he was doing.

Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn         ’t be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got out of there.

Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy froze.

Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.

'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.

Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress, both hands on Malfoy’s hips.

'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.

'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could. Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked to say anything.

'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?

'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.

'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.

'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’

But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…

'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but felt his shoulders lose tension again.

'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.

Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was supposed to do.

'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and Draco scream.

And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.

Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum against the pillow.

'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.

Draco gasped.

Harry moaned low.

Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt his own cock twitching at that.

Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His cheeks were flushed and lips parted.

Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above Malfoy’s left ear.

'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t imagining all that.

Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his jaw and started sucking there.

Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint any second.

The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he did…

His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them. The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, scratching the soft skin.

Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.

'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…

'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips. His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.

'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from where Harry could see them.

Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows, squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.

Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before, his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.

He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if anyone decided to come in.

Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.

'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in Draco’s skin.

Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue. Draco kept pushing  back, gasping as he did, completely out of control.

Harry had never done that before but the second he had laid eyes on Draco’s ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to get all those delicious sounds out of him.

Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.

'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’

Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.

Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat, more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.

The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking stared, jerking himself as he did.

Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair, having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.

'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance. Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’ he whispered against his ear.

'Fuck, fuck…’

'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry held his cock steadily as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.

Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working properly was something he didn’t know he had in him. He was blushing, panting, but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to take down, to fight against. But he was also his to consume, to bury himself into.

Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him. Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings around blown pupils.

'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade him with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago. And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full, so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull back.

He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His complex changed immediately.

'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.

Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched Harry’s back repeatedly.

His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was making those sounds.

The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.

Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s last thrusts too much to handle.

Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.

'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.


'That was…’


They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.

'You could… we- uh… we could…’

Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d like that’


Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he did.

'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’

Draco felt his face flushing immediately.

'He did! I just…’

'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his eyes from the book he had in hands.

His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t helping.

‘You owe me two favours now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.

‘What- Why two?’ Draco shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.

‘Because,’ She stuck up a finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’

Right that second Potter walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.

‘Hey,’ Potter stood awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess later?’

Pansy was shaking trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

‘Your dorm?’ Draco found himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoodie. The bastard blushed at Draco’s words, but nodded with a smile on his face.

He’d barely turned his back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.

‘And, I got you a cute boyfriend. Two favours!’




I walked into the room, avoiding direct eye contact with the alien waiting for me. Its huge eyes just looked like a jet black sclera set in a sack of vaguely damp, wrinkled gray leather. If eyes are a window into the soul, this creepy little guy would give satan a run for his money. They just put me on edge, somehow. I’d have to make eye contact anyway, but it could wait.

I strode up to the meeting table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. I shuffled around in my bag for a moment before pulling out a small piece of tech, which I set on the table in front of me.

“Before we begin, I want to be sure of a few things. This device you’ve provided us with, it is 100% effective at understanding and translating languages, correct?”

The alien across from me nodded. It’s a nice little allowance they’ve made for comfort, learning our body language, but its bulbous head threw the whole gesture off. It made me think of one of those old inflatable toys with a weight on the bottom, that would lean too far to the side before bouncing straight back up. Woobles or something. It didn’t really matter.

“Nearly. We occasionally find a race with one or two concepts that it has trouble with, but that’s easily smoothed over.”

I took a deep breath, and waited a moment to compose myself. This whole thing was going to be more trying than not interrupting old man Higgins up the street while he went on about whatever racist sentiment was in his head at the moment.

“One or two…okay. That’s odd.”

The alien blinked. Eyelids came in from not just the top and bottom, but also the sides. That’s just plain creepy. Reminds me of one of those really old movies they threw on the media blacklist pretty much as soon as first contact started. Something in black. Whatever it was, I remember seeing it as a kid, and that guy at the beginning had nothing on this alien’s eyes.

“Have you already found something it can’t translate?”

I nodded, then pulled out my communicator and scrolled through a few documents. I really needed to clean this thing out. Can’t believe I didn’t get around to it before coming to such an important meeting. Imagine the debacle that would result if I opened exactly the wrong thing. Never can know what that might be, honestly.

“Of a sort, yes. Mind humoring me for a few minutes?”

The alien steepled its hands together, and leaned forward. That’s just plain creepy. I wonder how they learned such context specific body language? Not that it really matters, I guess. Not my problem.

“Certainly. After all, it can take years to accept a race into the Federation.”

Nodding again, I pulled up a document on my communicator, then leaned back in my chair as I began. This was going to be more interesting than that time your classmate Jimmy found some old matches somewhere and almost burned the school down by mistake.

“Excellent. This shouldn’t take much time. I mentioned that we found some issues with your device. Allow me to demonstrate: Espionage.”

The little device on the table beeped, and a red light flashed.


I sighed. That one had been an accident. We just had the thing sitting in a conference room while we discussed the implications of the visit when it came up. But, when something that simple for us to understand came up, we had to try for more.

“Reverse Engineering.”

Again, a beep and a flash of red.



And again with the beep. This was going to get irritating if I didn’t speed things up a bit. Too bad we hadn’t managed to find a mute option for that feature.


“Overwhelming Force”


“Scorched Earth”




Blitzkrieg, Stealth, Mutually Assured Destruction, Acceptable Losses, Pyrrhic Victory, Guerilla Warfare, Encirclement, Entrenchment, Siege.”

The device gave off a series of distressed beeps, punctuated by rapid blinking of the little red light. I almost felt sorry for it. Almost.


I paused, and glanced across the table at the alien before looking back down at the translator. This was going to hit it harder than a washed up holovid actor with no auditions and less money hits rock bottom.


The chair across from me clattered to the ground as the alien practically fell out of its seat. I don’t blame the poor thing. Of all the aggressive, militaristic words we tried, that was one of the ones we least expected to translate. I mean, really. Who has a word for the intentional extermination of an entire sapient species when they don’t even understand fundamental hostile international mechanics like spying?

“Why do you have a word for…what was all that just now?”

I chuckled a bit while motioning for the alien to sit back down. His reaction had been pretty good, perfectly suitable for one of those hammed-up old dramas where the hero realizes they’ve been working with the villain all along.

“We were confused about that too. So we took a look at the information you sent as part of first contact with us. We noticed something interesting. Every single race in your Federation is carnivorous. Why is that?”

The alien seemed smaller somehow as it settled back into a seat. It looked kind of like a balloon slowly losing air, if that balloon was made of moldering gray leather with eyes that made your spinal column decide it wanted a holiday in Fiji.

“First contact has always been made after sapient races make it to multiple worlds. We’ve never found a sapient herbivorous race which failed to destroy themselves in resource wars and aggressive action. We’ve never found herbivores capable of surviving long enough to leave their own world.”

I leaned forward in the chair and smiled while finally making direct eye contact with the alien. I think the poor thing shivered when I did that. Not that I blame it. Imagine your reaction when you start to put the pieces together and realize that your friendly, upstanding next door neighbor might be the world’s most wanted criminal.

“And the races you have found, while commonly using threat displays, do not waste resources on wars they cannot easily win, correct?”

The alien nodded as it slouched a bit in its chair. It looked kind of like it was trying to hide. Who wouldn’t want to hide from the monsters in their closet?

“Wasted resources means decreased likelihood of survival.”

I shrugged. That was true enough, though rather coldly logical. Dispassionate logic like that has never been our strong suit. Then again, that’s why I’m in this situation in the first place, so it evens out.

“And yet herbivores constantly waste resources on aggression, on movement, on having more young than will possibly survive.”

The alien was staring at me. I’m not sure when the last time it blinked was. I wonder if those eyes need some kind of lubrication to keep from drying out. Probably, they looked a bit less creepy than they should’ve. Looked like they were losing their shine.

“And they die for it. That’s exactly why we’ve never encountered spacefaring herbivores. Their inherent aggression is their own demise.”

I held eye contact. I’d almost swear the alien was a weird statue right now. Don’t know who would commission a statue made of old greasy leather, but I’m sure there’s someone with too much money and too little sense who would give it a shot.

“Indeed. Now, back to the subject at hand. I’ll ask you before we continue: what can you offer humans for joining your Federation?”

The alien sputtered as it started moving again. I’d swear it looked offended. Maybe it doesn’t see where this is going. Not that it really matters, I guess. I mean, it probably matters about as much as posting a formal complaint to a new corporate policy, which is to say not at all.

“We’ve already sent the offer. You’ve seen that, I’m sure.”

I nodded, and began to tap out a staccato rhythm on the table with my fingers. I never could remember where I learned this stupid tune. I’ve known it as long as I can remember, and it just moves into my head on occasion and sticks around like that one couchsurfing friend who doesn’t understand the idea of wearing out their welcome.

“And I’m asking, what else do you have to offer?”

The alien just shook its head again, staring at the device. I wonder if it thought we might’ve tampered with it. As if we knew how. That little thing is way beyond our current abilities. We had some scientists pry it open and look inside, just to be sure.

“Nothing. I’m not sure why you’re-”

I raised my hand, cutting him off. Huh. Not sure why that worked. Did they learn that much of our body language? That’s still really creepy, if it’s the case. Or, maybe I just have it on edge. I dunno. I guess it doesn’t matter.

“May I have permission to connect my datapad with my ship’s computers?”

The alien glanced away from me for a moment. I assume it was checking in with superiors somehow. Maybe it was psychic, to an extent. Or maybe they just had an implant of some sort. We’ll find out eventually, I’m sure.

“Yes, if you like.”

I sighed. I guess that makes things easier for us. I don’t think anyone was going to like what I was about to do. This whole thing felt kind of like one of those holovids of an accident, where you know what’s coming and don’t want to keep going, but for some reason you just can’t seem to stop and pull yourself away.

“Computer, show video: Hiroshima”

A screen appeared in the air above my datapad. It started playing back an old, grainy video. Shaky, taken by hand in an aircraft in a firefight. Below, you can barely see a city being blotted out by a massive explosion. A cloud of smoke, fire and debris was rapidly climbing into the sky, billowing, growing, blooming into an eerie and easily recognized mushroom cloud.

“That’s…you’re using weapons of that scale on a population center? How recent was this?”

I shrugged, and closed the video. The screen on my datapad went back to the document I had up earlier. Gotta love how well they managed to predict this whole thing. I made a mental note to recommend a raise for whoever set up that document for me.

“Three centuries ago. Prior to our invention of spaceflight. Part of a much larger conflict. This is a relatively minor example of “overwhelming force”“


“Shut it. Computer, show infosheet: Battle of Stalingrad.”

A series of graphs and diagrams appeared above my datapad. They showed resources, time, maps, battle plans, and death tolls. Images were interspersed throughout, as were annotations on the tactical value of this, the emotional value of that. Prominent among them was a single apartment building, including notes on sniping from the roof and support via tunnels.

“That…what purpose would that…why w-”

Again, I raised my hand to cut him off, before closing the infosheet. Maybe it was both. Nah, couldn’t be. Only way it was both having this guy on edge and our body language is if it somehow had our body language built in. Unsettling thought, but not exactly likely.

“Because Stalingrad was an advantageous location and the people who died there were considered ‘Acceptable losses’“


“Computer, show gallery: General Sherman’s March to the Sea.”

A multitude of images appeared over the datapad. Rail lines and roads intentionally broken and destroyed. Farms and fields scoured clean and left to fallow. Buildings and towns razed to the ground. A broken people left to mourn and starve.

“So much waste…that can’t be intentional, can it?”

I glanced at the images, the wanton destruction that campaign caused, and the very orders that caused it. That kind of thing may be considered morally reprehensible now, even a war crime, but it wasn’t always. At the time, the strategy was extolled as one of the reasons the war ended the way it did.

“It was intentional.”

The alien stared at me, its reflective black eyes bigger than I’d ever seen them before. Creepy as all hell, that’s for sure. I’d rather not deal with these kinds of meetings in the future. Maybe after this I could negotiate for some kind of retirement.


I tapped my datapad and closed the gallery, then leaned back and tossed my feet on the table. May as well relax, I already knew how this was going to end.

“Because it rendered the enemy unable to use resources Sherman couldn’t keep. Computer, assemble and show video grouping: RTS Games”

A large grid of videos came up, showing a huge range of scenes. Largely battle, the settings varied from open space to deep ocean, from early history to the far “future.” Even battles across space and time could be seen.

“The translator can’t have gotten that right. Those are military tactical simulations. Higher level than anything I’ve ever seen or heard of.”

I laughed as I closed out all of the videos and turned back to the alien. Creepy and unsettling as it might be, I’m pretty sure I was terrifying the poor thing. Not that I really felt sorry for it. Not at all.

“No. They aren’t. Those are games. Toys. For. Fun. And they’re a couple hundred years out of date. From what I’ve seen, nearly every human capable of coherent speech is capable of tactically overwhelming your Federation. And since we’re already here, in space, it’s too late for you to say no. So, I’ll ask again:

What do you have to offer us?”

— aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words— 10,110

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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Thor Ragnarok/Loki imagines - I see you

Originally posted by thortunes

AN: I’m really going back to my roots here. Marvel was always what I wrote most and what I started this page with. Thor Ragnarok makes me feel really old as I look back on the many years I’ve been writing fan fiction. Loki is and will always be my main first love. Thor Ragnarok may not have been as serious as previous Thor Movies but I still adored it and Loki stole my heart like he does every time he’s on the screen. I came up with this mid movie and I couldn’t pull my phone out to write the idea down so thank god I remembered it. Also, some of the dialogue between Thor and Loki is not word for word, it’s just what I remember.

I might turn this into a series where I start from the first Thor then lead the story up to Ragnarok. Tell me your thoughts on this. 

Summary: You have always been Loki’s rock and when Hela comes for Asgard, Loki wants to go back for you but won’t admit that. You are see-er and that meant you could see where Loki is at all times, but when you can’t, you start to panic. 

Pairing(s): Loki x reader

Word count: 1,106

Warnings: Spoilers. 

When Heimdall was exiled from the city, you chose to go with him. You had seeing powers much like he did however yours differed in a way that Heimdall found interesting. 

He was your mentor and when Odin banished him, you had to go with him as he was like a father to you. 

However, this meant leaving Loki behind. 

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All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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A tribute to the best villain from our first campaign

After the party “laid siege” to the fortress of a comically cliche villain, which consisted of the four characters running straight in and setting everything on fire, we had finally reached the throne room.

DM: Alright, as he notices your group approach, [villain] and his minions cease running around screaming. He clears his throat and steps forward, clad in pitch-black armor adorned with spikes. However, his entire chest is exposed for seemingly no reason, leaving his abs in clear view.

Sword-ceress: AVERT YOUR EYES


Rogue OOC: I’m trying to avoid staring.

Paladin: You do realize that’s a huge weak point, right?

Villain: I… Er…

Cleric OOC: I’m going to dare a glance at the eldritch abyss and throw my axe at that weak point. (Rolls nat 20 + max damage)

Villain: …Point taken. (falls prone) NONETHELESS, (continues villainous monologue facedown on the floor with a giant axe in his chest)

Auction AU Part 2

Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 


    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-



   “Uh, hi.”

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Goalie Warm Up Mini Compilation

You had a rough day? No problem my dear fella I got a little compilation for you that might make you smile ;)

“Goalie Warm Up Mini Compilation”

Reto Berra going down in a, what it seems to be a blocking butterfly then ‘shaking’ (correct me if I’m wrong)..

Originally posted by nylander

Alex Stalock also going down in butterfly and ‘shaking’  his pads..

“The Wild’s Darcy Kuemper taking a breather.

McDonald nugget (Fleury) spreading his chicken wings..

Gotta be flexible to make acrobatic saves..

Originally posted by hockeynat96

‘Shaving’ the ice.. Ice might be slick and you don’t wanna slide out of postion, good warm up for your legs and the puck slows down easier.

I don’t know what this fucker is doing.. (’Scuse my french)

Carey Price teaching the kids..

Jonathan Quick streching his legs..


Alfred: Mr. Potter, we missed you at dinner last night!
Harry: Yeah, well. Sorry about that. My wife had an important match. It lasted 7 hours so I didn’t have time to attend the dinner.
Alfred: WHAT. How come? I never miss a Holyhead Harpies game! I didn’t know they played last night!
Harry: It was… er… a private match. Only a few people watched it.
Alfred: Oh… well… Anyway, Cameron is going to make another dinner next week…

Ginny: You know we’ll have to go to one of your co-workers’ dinners at some point of your career, right?
Harry: What if I tell them you are pregnant and needs to rest? I have never used this excuse before.
Ginny: Yes, you have. But I was actually pregnant.
Harry: Damn it.

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ELIAS: When did you get together?

EVEN: (Omg ok so I saw him at the first day of school but talked to him the first time on the 7th october around 19.20 and our first kiss - after we had an almost kiss at the 21st october was on the 30th october when we were supposed to go to a halloween party and broke into a pool and we spent the whole weekend together cuddling and being cute but after that it was confusing and our first time doing more than kissing was on the 25th of november - he is in my phone under mannen i mitt liv since the 26th btw - but id say really really together are we since Isak told me ‘du er ikke alene’ which meant more than ‘i love you’ at the time and that was the 9th of december) Like half a year ago or something.


The moment Isak signed up…. as Even’s boyfriend.

Camp Camp characters as quotes from a list my friend made (yes, real life people said these things)

Max: “I may be bitter… dare I say angry.”

Nikki: “Now you just need a chainsaw.”

Neil: “Can I go get some H20?”

Gwen: “I didn’t mean to sound depressed.”

David: “Honestly my dad is so forgetful… honestly my dad forgot to come home.”

Nerris: “I’m traveling to the outside lands.”

Nurf: “I recommend punching him in the throat.”

Space kid: “What if eyes had yolks?”

Preston: “Mr. [TEACHER] I’m being harassed.”

Harrison: “Don’t sass me or I’ll glue your lips together.”

Ered: “I gave myself scoliosis.”

Dolph: “DEAR SATAN–”

Jasper: “I’m stupid but I’m not gonna drink lotion.”

Daniel: “My juices are flowing and I need to lay them upon you.”

Cameron: “Where can I dispose of my sins?”

Spanish Essentials; Tenses Masterpost


El Presente

To be used when currently doing the activity

AR                                ER                           IR

o                                    o                                o
as                                  es                              es
a                                    e                                e
amos                             emos                        imos
áis                                 éis                             ís
an                                  en                             en

Common Verbs, Irregulars and Stem Changers

·       SER; soy, eres, es, somos, sois, son

·       ESTAR; estoy, estás, está, estamos, estáis, estan

·       IR; voy, vas, va, vamos, vais, van

·       HACER; hago, haces, hace, hacemos, hacéis, hacen

·       TENER; tengo, tienes, tiene, tenemos, tenéis, tienen

e.g. I speak


El Pretério

To be used the same as English simple past; ‘ed’

AR                            ER                           IR

é                                   í                                í
aste                              iste                           iste
ó                                   ío                              ió
amos                            imos                         imos
asteis                           isteis                         isteis
aron                              ieron                         ieron

Common Verbs, Irregulars and Stem Changers

·       SER; fui, fuiste, fue, fuimos, fuisteis, fueron

·       ESTAR; estuve, estuviste, estuvo, estuvimos, estuvisteis, estuvieron

·       IR; fui, fuiste, fue, fuimos, fuisteis, fueron

·       HACER; hice, hiciste, hizo, hicimos, hicisteis, hicieron

·       TENER; tuve, tuviste, tuvo, tuvimos, tuvisteis, tuvieron

e.g. I spoke


El Imperfecto

To talk about something that ‘was’ happening

AR                                ER                           IR

aba                                ía                                ía
abas                              ías                              ías
aba                                ía                               ía
ábamos                         íamos                        íamos
abais                              íais                            íais
aban                               ían                            ían

Common Verbs, Irregulars and Stem Changers

·       SER; era, eras, era, éramos, erais, eran

·       IR; iba, ibas, iba, ibamos, ibais, iban

·       VER; veía, veías, veía, veíamos, veíais, veían

e.g. I was speaking


El Perfecto

To talk about something that has happened/ Can also be used to say I have just…

1) Use the present tense of HABER (to have)


2) Form the past participle


3) Place together

e.g. I have (just) spoken
      He Hablado


El Pluscuamperfecto

To talk about something that had happened

1) Use the imperfect tense of HABER (to have)


2) Form the past participle


3) Place together

e.g. I had spoken
      Había Hablado


El Futuro

to say I am going to…

1.     Use the verb IR (to go) ; voy, vas, va, vamos, vais, van

2.     Follow it with an ‘a

3.     Use an infinitive e.g. Hablar (to speak)

e.g. I am going to speak
       Voy a hablar


El Futuro

to say I will…

*These are added on to the infinitive*



Common Stem Changers

·       HACER-Har+

·       TENER-Tendr+

e.g. I will speak


El Condicional

to say I would…

*These are added on to the infinitive*



Common Stem Changers

·       HACER-Har+

·       TENER-Tendr+

e.g. I could speak


The Smart Way

A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.

I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”

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