Context: The party has spent the past 3 months following a lead on an individual called Thorn. I am the DM and had detailed the backstories and secrets of all the characters. The half Dragon Ranger just found a soul powered computer.
RANGER: “How far has Thorn gone with his experiments”.
COMPUTER AI: “He’s progressed the knowledge of bloodlines and lineages of power by a lot. Testing his theories on “acquired” Dragons.“
RANGER: "Wait…is a white dragon among the acquired?”
Computer: “Titiana the Winter Scourge is the only white dragon in Thorns arsenal”.
RANGER OoC: “Wait… wait… did you… no… no you didn’t… please”.
ME: “You’re one of Thorns experiments, you just didn’t know until now”.
RANGER: NO, NO, NO, NOOOOO
Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could
request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt
scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and
they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a
happy ending? Thanks!
currently open! Feel free to send one in
You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.
He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.
“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.
Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.
“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”
Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”
You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”
Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”
The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”
You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”
“No…no, you can’t! Stop! Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me so long before. And if you leave…I just, I remember things better with you. I do. Look, P. Sherman, 42…40…2…agh! I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I, I look at you and…and I’m home. Please. I don’t want them to go away. I don’t want to forget.” - Finding Nemo, 2012.
Quick edit while we wait for the Philinda reunion, because @philinda‘s ask hurt me in my soul.
Cause I believe Kimberly is scared of making Trini hate her as well
(giggling) Oh what you mean like that time you tore open your shirt in gym cause you shoved too many Dodge balls up there.
Zack (in the background):
Wait what. Please Kim, tell me this story.
(now annoyed) thanks Kim, now he's never gonna let this go, I asked you not to tell anyone. Christ, you can be really annoying sometimes, you know that?
(face falling) oh-oh right. I-I'm sorry. I didn't realise how- I'll just go.
Kimberly stands up, grabbing her things. Trini notices her bottom lip trembling, Kimberly obviously trying to mask her pain.
Trini (suddenly feeling very guilty):
shit Kim. I didn't mean it like that. Don't go.
no. No it's fine, I'll leave. I'm the one who should be sorry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and I broke that trust.
Trini (grabbing Kimberly's wrist, speaking softly) Kim. I'm not Amanda, I don't hate you. I was just annoyed, and you didn't betray me. You don't have to go.
you don't have to say that cause you feel guilty.
Trini (pulling Kimberly down next to her, Zack noticing this and leaving, giving the duo some privacy):
I'm not. I say things I don't mean when I get annoyed or angry. I wasn't angry at you, I was annoyed cause I knew Zack would use it against me in some way. I didn't mean to make you think I hated you.
Kimberly (struggling to keep the tears from falling):
it's just... After what I did to Amanda. I'm so scared everyone's going to hate me and leave when you all realise how much of a bitch I am. I'm scared you're going to leave me and I-I... I can't lose you too.
Trini (quickly pulling Kimberly into a tight hug, the Pink Ranger's body shaking as she sobbed into the Yellow Ranger's shirt):
we're never leaving you Kim. I'm never leaving you. You're stuck with me.
you say that like it's a bad thing.
to most people it is.
Kimberly (she murmured, leaning slowly up to the Yellow Ranger):
I'm not most people.
Trini (her voice breathy):
Kim. W-what- what are you doing?
something I've wanted to do since we jumped off the cliff.
you mean when you dragged me down with you.
Kimberly (giggling slightly):
eh. Tomato tomato.
Before Trini could retort with a sarcastic comment, Kimberly softly pressed her lips to Trini's. The shorter girl tasting the soft tears on Kimberly's lips.
Trini (after pulling away, causing Kimberly to whine):
I take back what I said earlier. You are definitely not annoying.
if that's what you think after I kissed you, maybe I should do it a bit more.
maybe you should.
Before they could though, they heard Zack cheering in the background.
I swear, if he watched all of that, I'll use him as my personal piñata.
She watched as the shorter Ranger chased Zack, hearing his screams as he ran out of the room, Kimberly wiped away her tears, all previous fears leaving as she gently touched her lips.
Kimberly (whispering to herself):
yeah I'm definitely fucking bi. Without a doubt.
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.
Everything I am doing attempting to do today & tomorrow:
Getting ready for the Bat’s Day market (fishing up dozens of pieces of jewelry, sorting and pricing a ton of new crystals, etc)
Getting ready for the mini shop update on Friday (pricing crystals, doing inventory, photographing, listings, etc)
Getting back to an enormous amount of emails (I was all caught up on emails when I left but while I was gone I got a record amount, 90% of which were about lost packages which means I’m going to have to contact the USPS which is always fun)
Shipping out everything that was left over from Facebook & Tumblr sales along with the last small handful of shop orders
Going to 2 post offices to collect my mail because a seller messed up my address on a very expensive parcel :(
And then I have a bunch of homestead-y stuff to do, including rearranging our chicken coop to make everything perfect for our new baby chickies! (Which I am super excited about! :D)
Wish me luck haha! I really appreciate your patience during this absolutely hectic time! I am working my best to catch up and be not only quick but efficient.
If there’s something I am supposed to do for you and I haven’t done it by tomorrow morning, please give me a little nudge! I want to get all caught up before we leave for Anaheim on Saturday.
Thank you everyone! I can’t wait to show you all the new amazing crystals and I hope you all have a great rest of the week!
OC x Jungkook (waiter!au) Length: 2k of just.pure. fluff. insp: “you’re co-workers and he’s this idiot that gets all the girls swooning over him that you get grumpy in discrete thinking he doesn’t know but he actually does and he finds it so cute so one night when the both of you are closing down, you’re a bit cranky at him and he starts to fess up like ‘look i know you’re jealous at all those other girls but know they mean nothing because i only like you and holy fuck no did i just say that’ and ensue awkward confession and date asking.” - @an-exotic-writer (1/3 of waiter/waitress!au that has kicked me out of the house)
Leaning over the damp table with towel in hand, you’re no doubt unattractively bent over the surface as you clean it of any left over food when the familiar ding of the door notifies you of a new customer. Picking up the dirty plates in your hand and balancing the last one on the center of your forearm, you straighten and turn to greet the customer when the usual screech of,
“Kookie!” nearly makes you drop the aforementioned pieces of porcelain. Luckily the plates are safe, the only damage done was to the smile you painstakingly plastered on.
Not bothering to meet her gaze—she doesn’t want you to serve her anyways— you shuffle through the white double doors towards the back. Rushing inside the kitchen with a huff, you dump the plates into the dirty bins with a crash and hunt down the boy who is the root cause of your daily suffering.
“Yah, Jungkook.” you grumble towards the figure bent over the ice machine, “your daily is here and I’m not about to piss her off so you go greet her.”
He straightens with a smirk, bringing the bucket of ice with him and easily filling the soda machine as you watch his muscles flex under this black dress shirt. You throw his apron towards him and waits as he plucks it out of the air and ties it wordlessly around his waist as he makes his way out of the swinging double doors with a wink.
A/N: Hey guys this is my first birthday themed one-shot, that I have written for
@betty234 because today is her birthday. I hope you’ll all like.
whole Tower was quite, it felt strange. You walked through the halls
in your favorite fluffy socks. Your eyes were wandering around the
hallways searching for anything unusual. Before you walked out of
your room, you were watching a horror movie. You weren’t a fan of
them, but Peter recommended you one, so you watch it, although your
brain was fighting about that decision. The silence was broken when
you heard footsteps around the corner. You started running in your
fluffy socks almost falling a few times. Running to the kitchen you
collided with somebody.