After explaining the Taken Blight PE, I figured I would make a post about all the Public Events and their Heroic Triggers!
Public Events are the most rewarding activity in Destiny 2 currently outside of the Raid and Trials. They are quick, very accessible, and can reward handsomely. Each public event has a certain mechanic that triggers a Heroic event.
The Heroic event has a slightly better chance at rewarding better loot. It will give you a little bit more XP towards milestones, and give you more tokens for your Faction during a Faction Rally. They are very worth doing.
Even if you don’t “complete” the event, you are still awarded a participation token for that planet’s faction.
Pro-tip: If you “Rally the Flag”, you get a full super charge, abilities recharge, and full ammo for all your weapons.
The little drill. You must stand in close proximity of the Lander to capture it as you fight off waves of Cabal forces. Capturing the Lander within time completes the event*
There will be missiles raining down on you occasionally. You can see where they will be landing via the big, glowing (and painful) beams that will light up the ground. Don’t stand there.
Heroic Trigger: A Thresher ship will fly in to defend the Lander after a percentage of the capture has been met (or it could be a timing thing). Destroying the Thresher will trigger the Heroic Event in which a Cabal Colossus will drop down into the fight. The Thresher will make 2-3 rounds usually, so you have a few tries to shoot it down. Defeat the Colossus within time to complete the Event. Capturing the Lander no longer matters.
*As long as you are in the capture point, even if time has run out, you can still fully complete the event. It will not end at the timer. Just be sure not to leave the capture circle until you hit 100%.
The really big drill. Kill the three Psions that spawn plus the big Centurion within time to finish the event.
When the first Psion target dies, a dome will spawn around the Injection Rig that will remain for the rest of the event. The area inside of the dome will be ignited temporarily causing burning damage over time; the next Psion target will spawn after the area in the dome stops burning.
There are three Psions to kill. Once you kill all three, a Centurion Ultra will spawn. Killing him will end the event.
Heroic Trigger:The Injection Rig has three “levels” of vents you need to destroy. You will only have three attempts to destroy them. Ideally, you want to destroy at least one per burning phase but is possible to destroy two in one phase if you have enough Guardians shooting them. You will know when it is destroyed when you see it steaming. You only need to shoot at one per set of vents; each layer shares the damage. You have a very short amount of time to destroy these vents before they close back up.
When the first Psion target dies, the air around you will start burning after the dome goes down, and a set of vents on the top of the rig will open up. Destroy those vents. When the second Psion target dies, a set of vents in the middle part of the rig will open up; destroy those. Finally, when the third Psion dies, there is ONE vent at the bottom of the rig (you will find it “underneath” the “body” of the rig; it’s the part that is digging into the ground). Destroying that vent will cause the Heroic event to trigger. All you need to do is kill the Centurion like normal to complete the event.
I believe this event only happens on the moon, Titan. When the event starts, two wizards (and a whole lot of Thrall and other ads) will come out of the doors; one left and one right. They will have shields that protect them from damage. Standing on the plates located in the room will take down their shields; the left plate taking down the left wizard’s shield, the right plate taking down the right wizard’s shield. Kill these Wizards; stepping off the plate will make their shield come back after a few seconds.
When these wizards are dead, a portal will open up. You don’t HAVE to stand on the plates at this point. After a few waves of hungry thrall, another Wizard will spawn through the portal. Killing this Wizard will end the event.
Heroic Trigger: When you spawn and kill the first two wizards, stay on your plates longer than usual. At the top of the two totems (the “frames” of the portal) is a crystal on either side. These Crystals will have shields on them that will go away when the plates are charged on either side (left crystal for left plate, right crystal for right plate). Shooting and destroying the Crystals will cause the portal to destabilize and spawn an axe-wielding Knight (think Alak-Hul, the Darkblade in TTK). Killing this Knight will end the event.
Fallen Supplies (Spider Walker)
Everyone is probably familiar with this one already. When the event starts, a Skiff will drop in a Captain and a few other Fallen ads. Killing the Captain will trigger the Fallen Walker to drop in from a Skiff (watch out for this). Shooting the Walker’s legs will cause it to be stunned for a good amount of time which exposes its core. Shooting the core does a lot of damage! You will probably repeat this 2 or 3 more times! Killing the Walker will end the event. Simple and easy!
Heroic Trigger: Probably the easiest to understand out of all public events. When the Walker is stunned, he will drop three spheres of Arc energy. Pick up these spheres and take them to the nearby consoles that are keeping those awesome Scorch Cannons** hostage. Deactivating both of them will bring down the barrier. Rinse and repeat for the other two set of consoles. When all three sets of Scorch Cannons have been unlocked, it will trigger a second Walker to drop in from a Skiff (again, watch out for this). Destroying the second walker will end the event.
**I have seen many times during this event that players will not hold down the charge for the Scorch Cannon. I assume these players are new, forgot, or stopped playing before House of Wolves (or just plain don’t care). When you hold down the trigger after firing a Scorch Cannon, the projectile will CHARGE UP several times, causing more damage to the target and everything around it.
Ether Supply (Excavation Crews)
Another very common and easy event! When this event starts, a group of Fallen Excavators plus other fallen ads will spawn, mostly compiled of Wretches and Marauders.
You must kill four of the Excavators to proceed to the next wave of them. The first three will spawn as soon as they drill spawns, the fourth Excavator will be a Captain that will arrive after the first three Excavators are dead. Killing the Captain will progress you to the next wave located elsewhere on the map. You must do this three times! Upon the third completion, you will have completed the event!
Heroic Trigger: After killing a few of the Excavators, a tiny “drill” will appear off the side usually between two of the “wall” like structures that spawn with the glimmer drill. It’s a smallish object that looks it is sucking in Glimmer. Destroy this drill before killing the fourth Excavator! You don’t NEED to but it would make it easier for you later.*** When you destroy all three drills, this will cause the heroic event to trigger.
This will cause the bigger Glimmer drill to crash and burn (do not stand too close when it does this). Now you have to stand ontop of a pile of Glimmer and capture it. The only real threat is an Ultra Wretch Captain. This captain does not NEED to be defeated to finish the event, but his death would make things a lot easier. Once the capture hits 100% before time runs out, the event will end.****
***If you kill the Excavator Captain before destroying the tiny drill, it will disappear to the next location but will not forfeit a Heroic trigger. When you move on to the next Excavation Site, two drills will spawn that need to be destroyed. And if you didn’t destroy the two drills at the second site, the third site will have three drills. Or if you destroyed one at the second site but not the other, the third site will still have two drills that need to be destroyed. As long as these all three drills are destroyed before the death of the final Excavation Captain, you can still do the Heroic version.
****Like the Cabal Lander event, as long as you are alive in the capture point even after the timer expires, the event will not end until you either leave the circle or hit 100%
Ether Supply (Fallen Servitor)
Shooting or getting close to the Servitor will trigger the event! This event is pretty straightforward: shoot the Servitor until it is dead within the time limit. Every once in a while, out of spite, the Servitor will teleport you randomly somewhere close by, sometimes out of the battle. Additionally, a smaller Servitor will occasionally spawn that protects the bigger Servitor from damage. Destroy the small Servitor to get rid of this invulnerability.
Heroic Trigger: You might trigger this accidentally while fighting the giant Servitor. When it spawns three smaller Servitors at the same time, destroying all three before they disappear will trigger the Heroic event.
When this happens, he will be a very angry ball that will teleport you very high in the air. He is also a little tougher so damage won’t be as great as before! Killing the Servitor before time runs out will complete the event.
Probably the most annoying public event of them all. When the Giant Taken Blight is formed, it will spawn Blight domes. Shooting the Blight inside the center of the dome will bring down the dome. Killing Taken forces will decrease the bigger Blight’s integrity. You need to bring down the integrity to zero before the timer runs out. When it reaches 0% it will teleport elsewhere on the map and reset the timer. You need to do this a total of three times, and the event will end!
Heroic Trigger: Easily the least known. I’m just gonna copy what I posted earlier…. The Blight domes that spawn (the ones that spawn with the enemies) will give you a buff if you enter it and then leave. This short buff will let you damage the BIG blight. Do enough damage, the Heroic will trigger and a Taken Ultra will spawn. Kill the Ultra before time runs out to complete the event!
Now, you don’t need to “kill” the big blight before the timer runs out on the first or second cycle. You have at least three chances to do enough damage. If you are running low on time during your first or second cycle, kill the enemies and move on. This will refresh the timer! It is almost impossible to do it by yourself, almost. (I hear through the grapevine that Wardcliff Coil will help with solo attempts).
Not much has changed with this event since Destiny 1. You must stop waves of Vex from reaching the Conflux. Vex that have reached the Conflux have a handful of seconds before they integrate with it. You can still kill them before it counts off your total remaining integrations. Unlike Destiny 1, you can still get max rewards even if a few get by you! As long as 10 do not integrate, you are fine!
Heroic Trigger: If you look at the Conflux you are protecting, there are three trails of light coming out of it. Following those trails will lead you to a capture point (it might be hidden, getting close will reveal it). Capture all three points will trigger the Heroic event. The ending is the same: protect the Conflux from integrations until the timer has run out.
Chaos. Everywhere. More Vex will spawn and they just keep coming, a Hyrda Ultra will spawn, and two Cyclops will spawn. Cyclops should be dealt with quickly. Chaos.
“Do ye…have protection?” Jamie gasped, his knees hitting the back of the bed as he flopped onto the soft, supple mattress.
Claire ignore the soft throb that pulsed through her chest at the thought and shook her head, “we don’t need it, don’t worry.”
“A-alright,” he stammered, his eyes flitting over every inch of her as she began to untie the waistband knot of her flannel shirt. “I don’t usually—“ he started, her eyes silencing him as she let the faux-tartan patterned shirt fall to the floor with a dull thud.
“Me either, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Do you want me?”
What a question, Jamie thought as she rested her hand over the partially undone metal of his flies. She was beautiful, her long curls floating around her face as she hovered over him, a halo of light beaming around the crown of her head small shards of the gentle yellow beam peaking through the breaks in her hair as she swayed above him.
She was waiting (patiently) for him to give her the okay before stripping him. Inhaling deeply, Jamie tried to banish the niggling doubt that said something was amiss. Instead he focused on the fact that he wanted her —really quite badly. And it looked as if she wanted him too. Something akin to *need* seemed to hover beneath the surface of her skin, the electricity of it flowing through her fingers and into his veins.
Claire Beauchamp was nothing if not intoxicating. And he was drunk on the fumes of her.
“Aye, Claire,” he said, finally, the breathlessness of his voice rocketing through Claire from head to toe as she pushed the small buttons through their holes, exposing his underwear as she carefully undid his trousers.
Finally bare, the pair stared at one another, an unfamiliar strangeness encasing them for just a moment. They’d met only a few hours prior, but already Claire could feel a buzz that made her slightly uncomfortable. She sat aside his hips, this skin of his legs warming her to the core. He was like a human radiator, all hard lines and heat. The short, sharp hairs that lay in sleek sheets along his thighs tickled the insides of her legs as she shifted herself higher. His hands rested gently against her hips. He was large, but not intimidating — all of him. It was his hands that swayed it. The careful way that each fingertip caressed her flesh, bringing alight sensations she hadn’t felt for years. She was alive. The flame lit beneath her skin as he waited for her to make her move.
Leaning forwards, Claire bent to kiss him. Seeing his mouth open as his head tilted up to meet her, she could she see the moist slip of his tongue. Glancing at Jamie through half closed eyelids she could almost feel an odd camaraderie.
Maybe that is what love would feel like?
The moment the ‘L’ word appeared in her mind, Claire banished it. She’d been there once before and it had very nearly broken her. She’d been young and naive, foolish to believe his lies. In the years since she’d accepted her single status - and one good looking man wasn’t going to break the vow she’d made to herself.
“Just a little fun, right?” She whispered into his mouth as she nipped his lower lip. Her teeth made small indentations in his skin and she marvelled as they plumped once more.
Jamie neglected to answer, his heart picking up pace at the intonation of Claire’s voice. He’d never been the sort to be frivolous with his affections, but if she needed to mask their brief courtship as ‘fun’, then he was willing to allow it. But Jamie wasn’t sold on it. He felt what Claire felt but was unable to truly understand. Unmarred by previous affectionate exchanges, Jamie wasn’t burdened with the same emotional turmoil as Claire.
He’d known about Frank. Geillis had, of course, spoken of her friend. Frank had been older than Claire. They had met through her uncle before he’d died - and had been a close knit friend of the family. Her uncle had worked closely with Frank and so the growing relationship quickly developed by the pair, urged on by Claire’s uncle (albeit quietly). Geillis knew Claire wished, unconsciously, for a father figure. And at a time when she’d needed that stability, Frank had reacted by his gentlemanly acquiescence of that role.
Soon though, Frank had wanted children. When *Claire* had been unable to provide them for him he had conveniently found someone who could. Jamie rolled his eyes at the thought, who blames their partner? Well, ‘partner’ in the loosest term, he quipped in his own head, if you’re going to lay *all* of the blame at only one person’s door when things start to fall apart.
He’d heard all this and more on Geillis’s bi-annual trips to balance his books. Jamie had felt a certain kinship with Claire through these stories before she’d even stepped foot into his life properly. But he wouldn’t divulge that for now.
Claire, unaware of Jamie’s internal ramblings, was enjoying the subtle tang of whisky on his tongue as they massaged one another through blissful kisses. Jamie had a good, solid grip on her arse, holding it carefully above him as they learned the curve of one another’s mouths.
Shifting his hips, Jamie tried to progress, moving so that he could manoeuvre himself over Claire, but in one swift motion she had his hands pinned above his head; his pectoral muscles stretched deliciously beneath her; his biceps lying flat against her floral sheets. “No, Jamie,” she moaned, sliding herself level with him, every inch of her lying flat over him from chest to ankles, “I’m on top -always.”
“Y-yes…” Jamie mumbled in return, unwilling to argue with her in their current state. He felt high, as if all the oxygen in the world wouldn’t be enough to sustain him. But still he kept breathing, the powerful vibration of their chests moving almost in time with one another causing his skin to ripple with goosebumps.
She took him inside her then, one quick movement that saw him thrusting his head backwards in time with his hips moving upwards. She was hot. Almost unnaturally so. And wet. Jamie felt the moisture of her coat him as her muscles held him prisoner in the most delightful way.
Claire watched through blurred vision, her mouth hanging open as she panted out uneven breaths. Jamie was glorious - in the way that men who work outside with manual equipment often were. He was well toned, but that was down to the lifting and heavy work he did on a daily basis. She kept an even eye on every twitch, every smooth slide of muscle beneath skin as he writhed beneath her.
She could hardly breathe herself, and viewing him as he struggled made her ache for him all the more.
Geillis had been right, she blearily acknowledged silently as Jamie shimmied his hands out from below hers and flipped her straight onto her back.
Claire hated feeling powerless, and the moment her spine hit the heated top sheets, she fought the urge to squirm away. Her mind was at war with her. The pleasure of Jamie surrounding her was lulling her heart into a false sense of security, but her brain rebelled forcefully against being at Jamie’s mercy in this way.
“Claire,” Jamie whispered, sensing her internal battle. Her limbs had seized in the move and he’d instantly regretted putting her in such a situation. His whole body had simply reacted without thinking but now, hovering over her as he was, he could bring her back to him - of that he was certain. “Claire, look at me lass…please.”
Pealing her eyes open, Claire gazed up at him, her heart racing with equal parts terror and lust. Jamie moved slowly now, an increased caution that brought her pulse back down to a more normal level and quashed her fear of drowning. “I said I was on top,” she replied, more a statement of fact than an argument of their new positions.
Jamie sighed, his hips quivering as they began to pick up pace once more. “A-aye,” he returned, “yer still on top, Claire…fuck…” he swore, the powerful swell of want expanding inside of him as she crushed her thighs around his hips and ‘encouraged’ him to move fully inside her. “See,” he said, with no hesitation now. “I feel you, Claire.”
Claire nodded, her helplessness decreasing with each tight thrust of Jamie’s hips as he fought to continue moving against her in their current situation.
Her world was spinning as she felt his pelvis grind against hers. It was like nothing else and stars sprung up behind her eyes. “Kiss me…” she blurted out, her voice sounding strangled and strange even to her ears, “please, fuck…kiss me now!”
Obeying, Jamie redistributed his weight onto his elbows as he let himself lower softly over her subtle curves. The press of her breasts against him set his flesh alight and his mouth immediately found hers to stop himself from saying something improper in the moment. She was beyond beautiful now, and he’d thought her captivating before - but in the dim glow of the bedroom light with her hair fanned around her face and the palest hint of pink glowing against her cheeks she looked almost otherworldly. He could have lain like this forever with her, cataloguing each freckle, each delicate line that formed her body, each blue vein that ran just beneath the surface of her pearly white skin. But his cock was singing off a different hymn sheet.
He shouldn’t have sullied divination with a ‘one-night stand’, he knew, but the comparison of heaven and being inside Claire like this were surely one and the same. If not, he hoped the afterlife yielded something incredibly similar or else he’d be very disappointed.
“F-fuck…Jesus, fuck…” Claire cursed, pulling Jamie from his thoughts of God and heaven back to Claire herself. The slight pink had increased, spreading across her face now in an ocean of deep red as her nails dug painfully into his sides. She convulsed, her mouth falling open and her lips flushing red as her thighs increased their pressure around him.
Claire couldn’t think. Her mind emptied as the waves of pleasure captured her and dragged her under. She hadn’t had sex since…
…and even then it had been perfunctory. The actions necessary to create new life and not an act of pleasure for either. This was immensely different. This was passion like nothing she’d experienced before. This wasn’t about power or possession. Frank had always *loved* Claire, but he always wanted to own her. His behaviour towards her was always one of control. Jamie gave freely, expecting nothing in return, only wanted to lay himself at her feet. As the haze faded and her breathing evened out, Claire rolled her spine, her legs flopping bonelessly against the bed as she tried to ascertain whether Jamie had…
She could tell instantly. The tense set of his jaw and the fiery lust that glimmered in his eyes told her all she needed to do. He was patiently waiting for her to be conscious again, his thoughts only on ensuring her utter emotional comfort in his presence.
“Jamie…” she whispered, her palm coming to rest carefully against his cheek as she ran her fingers of his almost smooth face, “come…don’t hold back,” Claire coaxed, her tongue peeking out to wet her dry lips in a move that had Jamie squirming above her. “Oh, fuck, Jamie…please,” she gasped, feeling one strong movement of him against her sensitive flesh.
“Ah…Dhia!” He moaned, his Gaelic overriding English in the heat of the moment. Dropping his forehead to rest against hers he allowed his body to take control of his actions. His hips thrust erratically, the sweat of exertion coating him head to toe as in a few short, sharp motions he came his chest throbbing with the force of it.
Lying together in the aftermath, Claire stroked the damp curls on Jamie’s forehead as he nuzzled against her neck. The tickle of his breath against the thin skin there made her smile. It sent little shockwaves through her, but she was enjoying his close contact too much to move him. She could still feel the after-effects of their passionate evening between her thighs as the moisture gathered there. Something about the warmth of it soothed her. She hadn’t known closeness in such a long time and having Jamie’s body molded to hers whilst the essence of him lined the tops of her legs made her heart throb with want.
Shaking off the thought, she pulled the duvet tighter around them and let sleep pull her under.
Morning wasn’t as awkward as Claire envisioned it would be. She left her bed before Jamie woke and began getting some breakfast ready for the both of them.
Jamie followed only moments later, appearing with only his boxer shorts on, his hair flicking up all over the place. He looked well rested, sleep still forming in his eyes as he rubbed them and yawned.
“Morning, sassenach,” he said on arrival in the kitchen, a crack echoing around the small space as he stretched his spine and pulled a chair up to the breakfast bar.
“Good morning, Jamie,” she replied, placing a steaming hot bowl of porridge in front of him with a large cup of coffee. “What are your plans for the day?”
“Ach,” he replied with a distinctly Scottish clearing of his throat, “I have to go and view some cattle just outside of the city. I’m looking to expand the farm.”
“Oh,” she said, her eyebrows raising, “that sounds interesting. What do you look for in a good heifer then?” She joked, winking as she sipped at her own cup of coffee.
“Good strong rump!” Jamie retorted, a twinkle in his eye as he replied. “And spirit. Every lassie needs a wee sprinkle of sass, aye?”
“Aye, indeed.” Claire chuckled, the sensation shocking her a little.
Jamie saw the shadow beneath Claire’s eyes reignite at the sound of her own laughter and he smiled sadly in recognition. Finishing up his breakfast, he tapped his bare foot against the metal legs of the chair. “I should go,” he said meaning the complete opposite.
“Yes,” Claire replied thinking that she didn’t want him to go. Something about him that spoke to her on a completely unconscious level. He was like sunshine, covering her in warmth, increasing the level of vitamin D in her veins. But she couldn’t let her baser needs dictate her actions.
It had been one night. As she’d told him before they’d done it. Just one night of fun, nothing more.
Even as she thought it, nodding with a small, coy smile plastered across her face, she knew she was lying. She’d been lying when she’d said it out loud to him only hours before. The question that he’d asked her before they’d found themselves in flagrante came to mind as she watched him depart the kitchen to get himself dressed.
She was lonely, he was right. Lonely and so very fucking tired.
True to her word, she didn’t see Jamie again. Much to Geillis’ distaste.
“Claire, he asks about ye all the time. Let me gi’ you his number…call him? Please?” She’d begged over tea one day, her bright green eyes imploring Claire to accept her offer.
“Isn’t it wrong of you to give out the number of your clients, Geillis?” Claire had lightly castigated, trying to change the tenor of the conversation away from her very dubious love life.
“Aye, but only if he doesna want you to have it. And he does.”
“Has he said as much, or are you just assuming?”
“Me?!” Geillis replied, faux-scandalised by Claire’s suggestion, “assuming, Claire? Never.”
“So that’s a yes then.” Claire scoffed, scalding herself on her hot tea as she tried to sip it. The mention of Jamie now came with added tension, something that she didn’t want to open up to her friend just yet as she surreptitiously rubbed her womb, her fingers metaphorically crossed with each passing day.
“Claire, at least let me gi’ him your number?”
“No.” Claire bit back quickly, the sudden remembrance of her late period causing her to be sharper than needed with her friend. “No,” she repeated in a softer tone, “I’m not ready, Geillis. Not yet.”
“How long into it will ye wait, Claire?” Geillis said, a glint in her eye as she nudged Claire’s foot beneath the table.
“You know?” She whispered in return, her world spinning.
“I ken you, Claire…that and ye keep holding onto yer abdomen like your worried it might abscond without permission.”
Claire gawped, her mouth falling open and closing again like a fish out of water as her friend pushed her fringe from her face and tilted her head. “It’s too soon, Gellie. To know for sure…and I don’t want to…think it. Not now, not until I *know*.”
Geillis smiled sadly, her memory of Claire’s utter desolation through the later half of her relationship with Frank still raw even to her. “…and if ye are, then will you talk to him?”
“Yes, of course.” Claire said, nodding along as she nursed her cooling drink. “He has a right to know.”
It only took two more days for her world to be shattered once more.
Sitting on the cold plastic of her office en-suite, Claire rocked back and forth, her belly convulsing with pain as she tried desperately to control her sobbing.
“Dr!” A loud call came from beyond the loo.
Pulling herself together, Claire scrubbed the shed tears from her cheeks as she cleaned up - placing the disregarded tampon wrapper in the correct bin as she steeled herself to go back to work. Whatever the cost, she still had a job to do.
“Come in,” she called, sitting at her desk and rearranging the photograph she had of her uncle Lamb sitting aside her laptop.
“Dr Beauchamp,” the intern said with some trepidation, he could tell already that she’d been crying but her obvious attempts to cover it up made the young doctor bury the urge to ask if she was alright. She probably wasn’t. “There’s a call for you through at reception, can you come and take it?”
Sighing, she pushed the chair away and forced herself up.
Taking hold of the ancient receiver she swallowed back her grief. “Hello, Dr Claire Beauchamp here, how can I help?”
“Claire,” came the crackled response. Jamie. “I had t’ phone ye. I hope you don’t mind. Geillis said-“
Immediately Claire knew why he was calling. Geillis could *never* keep her mouth shut. Gulping back the large lump that had suddenly appeared -as if trying to choke her- she prepared herself for the words she knew he was about to say - and the response she had to give in return.
“Weel, she said you might be *pregnant*?”
She could hear the worry in his voice as he said the word and she didn’t leave him hanging for long.
“I’m not. Not as of today, so you don’t need to panic, Jamie. I’m not.”
Slamming the phone down without waiting to hear his reply, Claire shook her curls and rolled her shoulders. Ignoring the bustling reception of the A&E department around her, she turned and walked slowly back to her office without acknowledging anyone. Just wanting to return to the relative safety of her office, she sloped back.
“L.J.!” Joe called out, seeing Claire’s discrete distress as she tried so hard to conceal her brimming tears.
Dr Joe Abernathy had trained with Claire, and was the person one who knew absolutely everything. He hadn’t quite heard all of the one-sided conversation, but he’d heard enough to hazard a guess. Him and Geillis had differing ideas on how to keep Claire afloat and upon hearing the end of her sentence, he cursed the woman for interfering so.
Claire studiously ignored Joe, knowing full well that if she allowed him to talk to her that she would lose it completely and break down in the middle of the busy hospital aisles. She just had to make it back to the office.
“Claire,” Joe called again, following her into the small room and closing the door behind him as he watched her crawl back into her swivel chair, pulling her knees up to her chest, cocooning her arms neatly around them as she rested her head against her knees. “Shit, L.J. I think you need to go home. Cry off sick, I’ll cover for you. Jesus.” He said, his thick Bostonian drawl a welcome break from the Scots burr that reminded her too much of Jamie for the moment.
“I can’t go home, Joe.” She said matter of factly. “I’ll be fine, just let me get on with this mountain of paperwork, and I’ll be—“
“Don’t dare say ‘fine’, L.J.” He warned, a slight tilt of his head as his eyes narrowed at her. “I knew that whole blind date shit was going to be a disaster.”
“It wasn’t,” Claire replied, not wishing Joe to get into another discussion with her about Geillis’ meddling. “Trust me, it wasn’t. Not at first…”
“Chuff!” Joe retorted. “Fuck. Claire. Pregnant? Is that what that guy said down the phone to you?”
“How rude, Joe,” Claire said, with no weight to her words as she looked sorrowfully up at him. She didn’t have the strength to mean it. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?”
“When it comes to you, L.J., nothing is off limits. If I didn’t, you’d never tell me anything.” He countered, a soft look aimed at her as he spoke.
Claire’s chin quivered, the gentle throb of period pain bringing back her huge sense of loss as she tried to hold it together for just a minute longer. “Fuck, Joe…” she sobbed, the first tears falling as he chest heaved with the weight of her grief, “what am I going to do?”
Launching himself forwards, Joe caught Claire just as she flopped forwards. Gathering her up in his arms he held her softly against his chest and rocked her soothingly. “For a start, Claire Beauchamp,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss against her forehead, “you are going to go home and take care of yourself. Don’t worry,” he continued as he felt her drag in a breath, preparing to disagree with him no doubt, “I’ll get you home. Nobody will know a thing.”
“Thank you, Joe,” Claire said, the fight falling from her lips as she look up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mass of unshed tears. “Thank you.”
Curled up under her duvet with the television softly playing in the background, Claire finally let herself fully crumble. Her chest ached and her throat stung, raw from the sheer amount of tears she’d shed since crawling into bed only hours before.
She’d wanted to make Jamie believe that she was relieved. She fucking hoped she’d achieved it. If he thought her unfeeling, perhaps he’d move on and accept her decision.
“I can’t,” she whispered as her subconscious castigated her foolishness, taunting her with ideas of a blossoming relationship with Jamie instead of just the one night stand she’d convinced herself she’d needed. “Not again, I just can’t…”
Burying her face in her pillow, she wiped the detritus of her sorrow onto the soft casing. Pulling the sides up around her ears, she clung to the fabric with all her might and let out an almighty scream. The hate poured out of her and into the fluffy duck down as she clenched her fingers tight.
“I fucking hate you!” She yelled at herself, loathing coating her skin like ash and death. “I *really* fucking hate you…”
May I request a tommy x artist! Reader where the reader likes to sketch tommy !! Thank you :)
You’d not been able to sleep well that night. Your thoughts raced with all the dangerous possibilities and outcomes of the new, and possibly even riskier than ever before, business idea’s that Tommy had been planning recently with the growth of Shelby Brothers Limited. Every time you shut your eyes, the darkness sprouted a new way that your boyfriend could get hurt; causing your breathing to falter and heart to race in quickened beats. Sitting up as you ran your nails through your velvety hair, you turned to Tommy. He was still sleeping, peaceful and undisturbed by your restlessness; his body was curled up in itself with his back facing you, his breathing light and shallow through his slumber. With a soft smile, your hand graced Tommy’s face and brushed away a few stray hairs with ease.
In attempts to calm your nerves, you climbed from the bed and began to quietly rummage through set of drawers in the corner of your apartment. As you steadily pulled open the last one in the series, you were met with a rather untidy cluster of art supplies: an assortment of fading water colour paints you’d gotten as a girl, several charcoal pencils tied together with a black ribbon (after the original packaging had went missing along with a few of the pencils themselves), a somewhat expensive tray of oil paints that Tommy had given you last Christmas, as well as the odd sheet of torn paper and fraying paintbrush strewn throughout it You delved into the drawer; carefully moving the contents about in order to make as little noise as possible. Pulling a few sketching pencils and a thinning pad of paper from the draw, you moved to sit at the round table placed in the centre of the room. Lightly tapping the pencil against the cream sheet, admiring Thomas as he slept. And you began drawing.
The jagged edge of the graphite copied the curve of Tommy’s full, partially gaping lips onto the rough paper in a shade of dark grey, and captured the waved of his unruly hair in perfect fashion. At any particular strenuous pause in the process you bit down on your bottom lip and furrowed your eyebrows together with slight unease; perhaps when you couldn’t create the complimenting shade to his skin on the irregular surface with the limited supplies you had or you simply couldn’t capture the beauty you saw in Thomas to one mere drawing.
It was only when the sun rolled over the houses in Small Heath and through your window that you noticed just how long you had actually been drawing, and without your realisation, your fingers had began to cramp around the pencil and your neck had stiffened in its place. Though, it was nothing you weren’t used to, and so: you continued.
As you followed the patterns of his tattoo’s with your pencil, Tommy began to stir slightly in his slumber; his body turned and hand brushed over where you once laid. His eyes opened with a snap once his palm only grazed over the cotton sheets.
“Tommy, stay still a second…” you mumbled, hunched over the paper held between your fingers, the pencil slipped in your hand sketching madly on the sheet. He did as he was told; though a look of confusion had waved over his features. However, you couldn’t be sure if he was actually wondering whether you why were up and drawing at this time in the morning, or if it was just his half-asleep state of mind. After you mumbled a quiet thank you, Thomas climbed from his place on the bed and moved to lean against the back of your seat with his hands. As you stared down at the sketch, your eyes attempting to pick at any details that needed editing, Tommy pulled the sketchpad from your fingers and brought it to his eyes.
“It’s beautiful, [y/n].”
“Well, obviously.” You pulled the paper from his grip and gently threw it to the table with a soft chuckle. Hands falling to his chest as you pressed your lips to his. “It’s a drawing of you, isn’t it?”
Short, mild, a little NSFW piece I’ve been pondering on and off. Thanking my readers for fanfic writer’s appreciation day :) Cullen and non descriptive Inquisitor. Enjoy :)
She relishes these early mornings.
When he wakes from a dreamless sleep, the fade allowing him
a night of peace, they are a tangle of limbs and breath as sunlight spills
through her room and onto their naked bodies. He smells of musk and something
else mingled with the oakmoss and elderflower, something that’s distinctly her.
A reminder of their joining during the night.
The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences has decided to award the Nobel Prize in Physics 2017 with one half to Rainer Weiss, LIGO/VIRGO Collaboration, and the other half jointly to Barry C. Barish, LIGO/VIRGO Collaboration and Kip S. Thorne, LIGO/VIRGO Collaboration “for decisive contributions to the LIGO detector and the observation of gravitational waves.”
A/N: Another fluffy idea I got when my mood was shitty. I rewrote the
idea a little but the main story line is still there. Thank you!
”Look at Y/N, her hair looks so
pretty today, the waves just capture the gorgeous shape of her face.” Lydia beamed
as she watched you from the distance, talking to Scott about last week’s
pop-quiz. Allison snorted at her friend, put her books and folder back in the
locker and gave you a quick glance.
Some Valentine’s Day fluff for the OTP that tops all.
“I’m not doing it.” Satoshi hated Valentine’s Day. All the
girls would give him embarrassing gifts like stuffed bears or roses and he
couldn’t just throw them away, not after his mother got wind of it when she got
a call from one girl’s parents. Now he was forced to accept them. But he still
got rid of them in the politest way possible; he’d give them to the little kids
in the class down the hall when no one was looking.
Suffice to say he didn’t like the holiday and this year was
worse; he had to do something more humiliating.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his son. “I’ll increase your
“Nope,” Satoshi replied with just as much firmness. “Besides
I can just ask uncle Itachi if I really want something.”
He cursed his brother for spoiling his son and tapped his
fingers against the steering wheel. Sasuke was parked in front of the school and
had turned on the child lock to keep Satoshi from running out. Sitting beside
the grumpy child was a bouquet of roses, chocolates, and a small bag of his
infamous cookies. “You know, I’m not asking for a lot. All you have to do is
give it to Hinata.”
“First of all, I’m not in Ms. Hyuuga’s class so it’d be weird going to her class. Secondly, I
don’t want anyone to think I have a crush on her.” Satoshi blushed as he
thought of the teacher everyone liked. To be fair, there were many times he wished
he was in her class instead since she was much nicer than Mr. Sabaku. “Thirdly,
she’s too nice for you. You’ll scare her off.”
Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. “Name your price.”
The older Uchiha had met the kind and stunning beauty while
at a back to school event at his son’s school. His ex-wife was at a work conference
so he went in her place. At first he thought she was another parent but quickly
realized his mistake when he saw her name tag. She was easy to talk to and he
was disappointed that his son wasn’t in her class but rather his old high
school rival’s. However that didn’t deter Sasuke from coming around more often
which Satoshi found embarrassing.
The young boy liked how balanced things were before; his
mother usually helped with fundraisers while his father would take any field
trip chaperone duties. Now he felt smothered by Sasuke’s presence. His father
was taking part in everything which unfortunately his mother happily accepted. Satoshi
cringed as he remembered the so called sugar cookies he made for the bake sale.
No one could stomach finishing one but Ms. Hyuuga offered to buy them all. He
suspected she did it to spare his feelings but his father fell even more
enamored. The only other person who looked displeased by their interaction was
“A two night sleepover with Shikadai and Inoichi at your
house. We’ll have pizza, ice cream, and soda, watch scary movies all night and
go to the arcade the next day.” Satoshi sat back, confidently smirking at Sasuke.
Irritated by the mirror image of him tauntingly smirking, Sasuke narrowed his
“No scary movies and I’ll let you camp outside,” he offered.
“And you can’t tell your mother.”
“One scary movie and you have a deal,” Satoshi countered.
“Fine,” Sasuke. “But if I find out you didn’t do it, I’ll
tell your grandmother you’d love to join her for tea with all her friends.”
Satoshi shuddered. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his
grandmother; it was her friends he disliked, they would pull at his cheeks and
tell him all about their granddaughters that had crushes on him. He grabbed
Sasuke’s gifts after he turned off the child lock and slammed the door close.
“Careful with those!” Sasuke shouted.
Satoshi stomped towards the car and threw his backpack full
of valentines inside before getting in. He hadn’t had a chance to drop them off
so he was stuck with them. Sasuke looked at him expectably, contributing his
foul mood to all the fangirls he had to deal with. “Well?”
He huffed and looked at him. “You forgot to sign your name
on the card,” he said slowly. “So she thought it was from me. Ms. Hyuuga
thanked me for them but said that I should’ve given it to someone my own age.”
“What?!” Sasuke asked. He couldn’t believe that he had
forgotten something so simple. Groaning, he slumped over the steering wheel.
“And Mr. Sabaku wanted me to give you this.” He handed him
the sealed note and Sasuke opened it. As he read the contents, his face
darkened. Crumpling it and throwing it out the window, he felt more determined
“What did it say?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sasuke replied quickly. “When’s your
next bake sale?”
“We’re not doing them anymore. People got food poisoning
from the last one.” Satoshi had discarded the baked ‘goods’ as soon as he
entered the building. He liked Ms. Hyuuga too much to let her suffer.
They both stared at each other for a few seconds. “It must’ve
been Lee’s blueberry muffins,” Sasuke surmised. Satoshi felt like banging his
head against the car window. “Well, keep me updated on any events they need
parents. I think you have a field trip to the zoo next month for all the third
“Yeah…” Satoshi sighed. “But I think we have enough parents
signed up so you don’t have to-”
“Well it doesn’t hurt to make sure,” he replied as he
started the car.
While waiting behind the school bus to move, Sasuke turned
his eyes to the right and saw Hinata laughing alongside another teacher. They
locked eyes and she waved at him. Captured by her smile, Sasuke hadn’t noticed
that the bus had driven off. It took the honk of the car behind him to shake
him from his trance.
Sasuke waved blissfully at Hinata before driving off with goofy
smile on his face. Satoshi crouched down in his seat, his skin crawling at the
thought of his father acting like such a dork.
You are far away
You are distant
The one is different from the other
a wave that can’t be captured
I accept the science, the improbability, and move away
The tide comes in
You approach and draw me in
then roll out again before I reach you
The CHBL Jammer Coat is a piece of clothing that enables its user to disappear: Google cannot find you anymore. The piece is made of metallized fabrics, which are blocking radio waves and shielding the wearer against tracking de¬vices. You are no longer reach¬able on your mobile phone and no information from your credit card can be captured. The Wave Circle pattern of the fabric gives an illusion of strange multiple body parts, which hides and frees the individual physicality.
Summary: Reader is at the beach with their dog(d/n = dog name) and is setting up their camera to get some footage for their YouTube when they notice their dog making friends..
Warnings: Contains cursing
Non Gender Specific
It was a beautiful day out and you were in need of a break so decided it was the perfect weather for a beach day with your beloved pooch, as well as a great excuse to collect vlog footage for your YouTube channel.
You grab your bag and chuck in some sunscreen, dog treats and a beach towel. You slide some sunglasses on top of your head and slip on some shoes before rattling the dog lead and waiting for d/n to appear. You heard the pitt-patt of their paws on the wood floor and the knocking of their tail as it wagged with excitement knowing you were going out. You clip the lead onto the collar and let them into the back seat of your car as you head to the beach.
You arrive at the beach and kick off your shoes and put them in your bag, stepping onto the warm golden sand, it felt so satisfying between your toes. You walk nearer to the water and then set down your towel and sit on it, giving a treat to d/n and taking off the lead so they are free to roam. They usually stayed by your side as they had a little separation anxiety, but when they saw another dog they would bolt off and no amounts of sausage, cheese or high pitch voices could call them back until they had greeted the dog. You watch your dog as it’s sniffs around the sand and you get out your camera and start walking towards the ocean to have a paddle in the water.
The water is clear as day, you watch as your silly pup chases the waves and splashes around. You check the brightness settings on your camera and hit record, making sure you capture the wave chasing and your dogs goofy smile. You giggle at them and then take some steps closer into the water, filming the water as it covers your toes, and then panning up to see the ocean, the clouds, and just as you pan over to see the sun…
“ D/N !! COME HERE!!” You shout as you see your dog shoot off into the distance, clearly seeing a dog.
“THIS WAY!! WHATS THIS!! COME ONNN!!!!”
You continue calling, as you start running after them, hoping that the dog they’ve found is friendly and that the owners aren’t mad.
“oh. my. gOD! HELLO DOGGO!!”
You sigh a breath of relief as you see them crouch down to pet your dog. Once you’ve calmed down a bit and slowed your pace walking towards them, it hits you.
That’s Ethan. THE CrankGameplays. Petting. YOUR. DOG.
You nearly drop the camera in shock, and suddenly forget how to act natural and worry about what to say or how to act.
“I’m really sorry! Once there’s a dog in sight there’s no stopping them.” You apologise watching your dog, now sniffing the dog you soon realised belongs to Mark.
“It’s okay honestly, I think Chica might even have a crush. She’s never like this.” Marks says as he watches with pride over the two dogs.
The whole team was there, Mark, Tyler, Ethan, Kathryn and Amy.
“How old is-” Amy begins to ask but stops when she looks at you.
“Is that..” she begins
“Wowie.” Says Ethan with a smirk.
You completely forgot you were wearing your wowie shirt. Shit. You were going to play it cool and not seem like a fangirl, but you’ve blown it.
“Damn, forgot I had this on. Was gonna just play it on but there’s no denying I’m a fan.” You feel your cheeks turn red and hope they aren’t weirded out.
“I think d/n is a fan too. She won’t want to come home.” You say with a laugh as you watch Ethan giving them a belly rub.
“They really appeared out of nowhere, never seen a dog so excited to see us. Usually just fangirls that run up.” Tyler smiles, bopping Chica on the nose.
“Did you get that on camera?” Kathryn says, pointing to the camera in your hand.
“Oh Shit yeah! I might have. Completely forgot I was filming before they took off. That’s awkward, still recording.” You look to your camera, reluctantly pressing the button and turning it off.
You crouch down and pet Chica, not knowing what to say, but not wanting to walk away from your idols.
“I hope your able to get some good footage, it’s a great day for it. I’m sure it’ll be a great video.” Says Ethan, and makes you smile immensely at the thought of him knowing about your channel.
“Nothing compared to yours. Trying to be cool but honestly, you guys mean the world to me.”
You try not to be too sappy or make them uncomfortable, but you can’t help but feel warm inside.
Ethan smiles and pulls you in for a hug. You feel a dog nose brush up against your leg.
“We better be off, lots to do, but thank you for supporting us, it was great to meet you.” Says mark starting to take some steps past you.
“I hope we run into this puppo again!” Says Ethan, kissing your dogs nose. You’re kinda jealous, you think to yourself and giggle.
“I’m sure Chica can’t keep away so I’ll hAVE to come back.” You joke, smiling and waving goodbye as you part your ways.