#cqckroach

Double majoring in aerospace and computer Engineering required a lot of time and energy. At this very moment, Raven was clocking in at eight hours in the library. Yawning increased as did the pressure behind her eyes. The exhaustion was making it nearly impossible to let the information sink it. She reread the sentence on the page about four times. The fifth time, she read it aloud hoping she could still cram a little more but her knowledge intake has reached its limit. Letting out a heavy sigh, she used the heel of her hands to rub her eyes in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the strain. It was the week before midterms and she couldn’t afford to slow down. Her scholarships depended on keeping her grades up and that couldn’t happen unless she pushed herself to the absolute limit. She allowed herself a five-minute break to grab an energy drink from the vending machine and to stretch.

Her fingers pressed ‘D’ and ‘9’, the beep sounds practically echoed in a completely silent and empty alcove. As she waited for the energy drink to dispense, she raised her hands up towards the ceiling to stretch them out. She heard a few disconcerting noises but she had been sitting all day. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black figure and immediately turned to face it but was met with nothing. There was no one standing in the corner but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The sound of the drink dispensing violently made her jump. Libraries, at night, were creepy, okay? Any building at night was a little creep. Her exhaustion was obviously just feeding her imagination. She cracked the can open, listening to it hiss as she walked back to her table. Her phone was in a different position from before. She could have sworn she left it under her textbook but not it was right on the open page. ‘Raven, you need to be more careful. Someone could have stolen it.’ Mentally scolding herself for her carelessness.

When she touched her phone, it lit up. There was a missed call and texts from Clarke, a text from Luna, and a few texts from Monty. She took a minute to both read and respond to everyone. Clarke wanted to see if she wanted to go out for dinner… two and a half hours ago. She quickly sent a ‘Sorry, I just saw this now. I hope you ate.’ text her way. Luna’s text was an encouraging ‘have a nice time studying’. She shot back a ‘thanks, you too.’. Monty’s was a scientific meme that made her laugh. She sent back a laughing emoji and a heart as a thank you. After another two hours, the librarian physically tapped her on the shoulder. “Sorry, I’ll pack up now. I lost track of time.”

The older woman gave her a sympathetic smile and gently patted her shoulder. Raven dogeared where she left off and packed up her bag. On her way out, she waved a goodnight at the older woman. When she walked out, her eyes immediately went to the man leaning against the side of the building. She couldn’t see much beyond the black hood aside from some pale skin and how the cigarette smoke swirled as he exhaled. Something about him made the hair on the back of her neck stand.

dark eyes slowly shift open and she yawns loudly,   gaze heavy with sleep as she attempts to reach up and rub at them.  she turns her head and a clinking noise follows soon after causing her brows to furrow in confusion.   she moves to sit up,   a hand reaching for her neck and her fingers make purchase with what seems to be a collar,   dense and metal,   and most definitely lacking the padding to be a fun restraint.   

❝ it’s gonna be five long and lonely years if you keep AVOIDING everyone, just saying. ❞

Odd. That was the only word he seemed to have for this human encampment had stumbled upon. He’d not been on this continent for long-- what they had once called North America-- and hadn’t anticipated finding anything human. Magical communities-- and what few muggles they’d once saved-- seemed to be primarily in Europe. He was only here for study, nothing more.

Needless to say, finding humans here was as strange as it was quietly exciting. It meant that others had survived, somehow, and perhaps they just didn’t know (or perhaps their government hid it, he wouldn’t put it past it-- technically he was breaking hundreds of laws just being where he was). This group though was a hard bunch, it was easy enough to tell from meeting them. Quick to become defensive and quicker still to go on the offensive.

Even when he posed no outward thread to him.

The man had calmly listened when they’d brought him in. Light eyes flickering with a sort of knowing as he listened-- never quite keeping his attention on any one of them and simply surveying them. Quite clear they’d been through a lot. He was more than willing to give them the benefit of the doubt which was the precise reason the moment they turned a gun on him he simply disarmed them. 

He’d even matched their shock with a cheeky, Oh, was I supposed to die? As if to lighten the mood (it did not, in fact, lighten the mood). But it’d given him enough wiggle room to try and say he wasn’t dangerous and meant no harm. That he hadn’t known they were there and was merely minding his own business-- Of course, that was met with as much skepticism as he expected. Though the warily agreed to not keep him locked up on the pretense of if he lifted so much as a finger at someone they’d shoot.

Curiosity killed the cat and he’d agreed. It would have been easy enough to apparate away, but he’s interested in a researcher’s kind of way about these people-- How they’ve survived so long, why they are so fearful, and in particular about the young man who spoke up for him. A fellow who’s got smart remarks and a wary expression, far from the center of the group. It wasn’t difficult to notice his place or the way he seemed to wear it as if it were a cloak of defiance.

It’s what leads him to the small area of the so-called dining hall where the young man is. Taking up a side of the table as he turned eyes towards the people crowding for food-- wondering if perhaps they’d trust some of the vegetables and meats he kept in his case-- before flickering his attention to the young man once more. He’d spoken before he realized it and can only offer an amused smile when Murphy answered.

“Oh, you’re planning on trying to keep me here for a week?” It’s a simple response, more tickled than anything. He’d agreed to stay for a night but if they thought they’d keep him... Well, even the magizoologist had to have a laugh at what these muggles thought. Inwardly, anyway.

He ducked his head slightly, fingers tapping against the knee of his pants as he considered what to say. “It was an observation,” he added swiftly, glancing up beneath his fringe, “but then some would say I seek trouble.” They’re not wrong, he supposes. Newt would never think his own work less but-- He was all too aware that some of the creatures he came into contact with could outpower him. It was worth it, all the same.

She didn’t know if the portal had brought her to yet another planet or just another area of the same hellhole she was living in, one where there was no red star but a regular sun - and once again too much sand, and then a nice forest with monster-looking animals all over it - but at this point she was done asking questions. She was just surviving, hope to being rescued nearly completely lost. And then questions came back. Because while venturing back in the forest, she found something that looked like a human, and injured human, and that just didn’t make sense. It had to be a trick. But what if it wasn’t?   I have nothing to lose, she reminded herself, while still not looking forward to being eaten alive, and that meant dragging the thing, likely an alien, under the cave after poking it to check if it was alive, and tying a piece of fabric around his arm to stop the bleeding, thankfully not something she’d need to cauterize. That just bloody hurt. After that she gently wiped dirt off his other arm, trying to see if there was blood there too - and that was when she realized the bloke had woken and she nearly jumped out of her skin, scrambling to get back and grab a knife and impale him with it if he attacked.  Her throat hurt as she spoke in a raspy, shaky voice: “You try to hurt me, I’ll kill you.”  

  monty trusts three and only three people: harper ,...

Wow saving your life and testing your algae counts for nothing. I see.

shippy au  where   one  doesn’t  know  how  to  kiss  &  the  other  teaches  them  step  by  step  &  it  turns  into  this  hot  makeout  session  &  ‘wow  i  did  not  know  you  could  do  that’

Oh this was so wrong-- if anyone outside knew what the healer was doing, she wasn’t sure even with Lexa’s push for peace with Skaikru if they would be okay with this. But it had started with a confession, that she had never been kissed and it ended with her cheek resting in John’s hand, his lips lightly brushing her own. He was teaching her how to kiss, and he was so much more tender then she thought he would be-- she expected a warrior's kiss, hard and rough, so when the opposite came, she found herself following his lead, leaning into the kiss.