90s dress up

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing the prompt thing? If so, fs + 82, please? :)

Hey there, anon! “I was in the neighborhood,” coming right up! 

Academy AU. Based on true events.

“FITZ!”

Jemma jumps up from the table and comes at him so fast that Fitz freezes, even as she flings her arms around him. He’s afraid that the ice cream parlor door will swing closed and bang right into him, but it’s a near miss.

“Fitz, imagine meeting you here!”

Fitz shrugs. “I was … in the neighborhood?”

Jemma only grins at him. “I was just about to tell Stewart all about the project we’re working on! Come and sit with us!”

Fitz’s eyes dart from Jemma to the man who must be Stewart. The two exchange an awkward wave as Jemma all but pulls him into an empty seat.

“This is my best friend, Fitz,” she says, “and I haven’t seen him in ages. How are you doing these days, Fitz?”

He pauses, about to tell her that he saw her this morning and he’s not sure which project she’s referring to, or how they could be working on one if they haven’t seen each other, but Stewart cuts him off.

“You know, I bet Fitz came here to get some ice cream,” Stewart says. “And as it happens, I’m something of a culinary expert.” Stewart throws him a smug, flashy smile, and Fitz tries his best to not raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh you are? That’s … interesting.”

“Stewart has been telling me all about his vast knowledge of food,” Jemma deadpans. “The onion soup at The Outback, for example.”

Stewart winks at him. “Impeccable.”

“And,” continues Jemma, “he has a very discerning palette. He tried every single ice cream flavor, then several combinations of flavors, before making his choice.”

Fitz looks over at the barrels of ice cream, knowing that there’s well over thirty-one flavors there. When he turns back to Jemma, he sees that her bowl of ice cream has already melted. It’s not until he sees the desperation in Jemma’s eyes that it all clicks:

Jemma and Stewart are on a date. And it is going badly.

“Here,” says Stewart, getting up, “let me show you.” Before Fitz or Jemma can stop him (Jemma actually makes an attempt at grabbing Stewart’s arm), he’s gone. 

“I thought you had dinner plans,” Fitz whispers, watching an oblivious Stewart receive death glares from every employee behind the counter.

Jemma clenches both fists. “So did I!”

“So, what,” asks Fitz, “he said he’d take you out to dinner and didn’t feed you?”

“And then he spent the entire night talking about food,” she confirms.

Fitz facepalms, “Goodness gracious.” 

Jemma’s not only on a bad date with a socially-inept narcissist—she’s starving.

“Here you go,” says Stewart, “it’s pistachio and—get this—bubble gum.”

Fitz takes the proffered spoonful of ice cream and doesn’t dare to look at Jemma before putting it in his mouth.

“Amazing isn’t it?” asks Stewart. Fitz swallows.

“It’s definitely something.”

“Come on,” says Stewart, “let me treat you to something. I still have a little bit left on my gift card.”

It’s then that Fitz can’t stop himself from looking over at Jemma, who casually motions towards the tip jar, which stands empty. He shudders.

“Actually,” Fitz says, “actually, I, um I came here to get Jemma. Her lab cultures are …” “He grapples for a word, but three semesters of biology fail him. “Sick.”

“What?”

Jemma stands up so quickly that she tips over her chair, then sets it right, then straightens and grabs her purse. “I’m sorry, Stewart, but those cultures are worth half my grade. If there’s anything wrong with them, I’m done for!” She reaches her hand out, and Stewart shakes it reluctantly. “Have a lovely evening.”

Fitz has just enough time to retrieve a handful of bills from his wallet and toss them in the tip jar on their way out.

“Ugh, Fitz!” She puts her head in her hands and groans. “That is the last time I let any anyone set me up on a date. Maybe it’s the last time I’ll go on a date at all.” 

When he opens the car door for her, she sits down about as crossly as anyone is capable of sitting, and he smiles to himself as he shuts the door and walks around the car.

“Fitz,” she says when takes his seat, “do you know precisely how many words came out of my mouth before your miraculous arrival?”

Fitz furrows his brow and sneaks a glance at her as he puts the car in gear. “How many?”

“One,” she says. “‘Hello.’”

“No,” he says, gaping. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She folds her arms, still stewing. “Not that I didn’t have anything to say, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But he insisted on telling me the most boring stories without letting me get a word in edgewise! I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up. I thought he’d be interesting to talk to, seeing as he picks up dead bodies and brings them to the Academy morgue.”

Fitz grimaces. “He … what?”

“I thought he’d have fascinating stories about dead powered people,” she says with a shrug. “And he had plenty of stories, alright—all simultaneously boring and inappropriate. I’m not exactly sure how he did it. Ugh,” she says again. “I swear, the only good man left in this world is you, and you’re not interested.”

Fitz almost stops the car, feeling that the air has been sucked out of the room. “What?”

“What?” Jemma asks in return, bewildered, until she sees his expression and all the color drains from her face. “I didn’t—I just meant hypothetically that—I mean, it’s not like I’ve met every man in the world, so that was an obvious generalization.” 

The car comes to a red light and he stops, clutching tighter at the steering wheel as his hands become slick with sweat.

“Did you—are you interested?”

Jemma becomes suddenly enthralled with the hands clasped together in her lap, and he has his answer in her blushing cheeks. He stares at her so long that he doesn’t notice the light has turned green until the person behind him honks.

“I, um.” He clears his throat, grateful he has an excuse to watch the road. “I mean, if I did ask you on a date,” he says, “you’d go with me?”

She looks over at him briefly, then picks at the lint on her dress. “If you asked,” she says.

“Well, I … what if we go right now?”

That gets her to look at him again with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, look, you’re already starving; we might as well get something to eat.” He swallows, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “You can get as much food as you like, because you know I won’t judge you, even if you order half the menu.”

“Go on,” she says.

“And, um, and you can talk my ear off about cellular biology, and I’ll thank you for it, since I need to study anyway. And if it ends up not working out, we pretend nothing happened and go right back to being friends.”

“Fitz,” she says, and he’s sure that he wants the street to open up and swallow him whole, “I thought you’d never ask.”

He’s never been more relieved in his life. “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms. “I only have one condition.”

He looks over at her, and this time, he knows exactly what she’s thinking.

“The Outback,” they say in unison.

———————

“Fitz,” she says as they leave the restaurant, “why haven’t we done this already?”

To be honest, he’d been asking himself the same question. This dinner has been just as wonderful as all the dinners they’ve shared, except there was a twinkle in her eyes as she talked and a playfulness in her words.

Except, he notes with pride, this time they left the restaurant arm in arm, with her head on his shoulder.

“Oh look, Fitz, the stars!”

He stops at her command and follows her gaze, agreeing that they are indeed magnificent. But as he turns back to ask her a question and finds himself a breath away from her, all thoughts leave him. He bends down to her as her lips meet him halfway, and surely, this is the most magnificent thing in the universe.

When he pulls back to look at her, she smiles.

“And to think,” she says, “a few hours ago, I was having the worst date of my life.”

He smiles back at her, suddenly bold. “How is this one going?”

She answers by grabbing him by the collar and kissing him again.

so many headcanons for all ma ladies that i need to start writing down

Genderqueer/Genderfluid winterfalcons 8I

I wrote a little story about this which I will put beneath a read more so you can reblog without a big paragraph of my silly writing attached.

I’ve seen lots (and lots and lots) of Sam comforting/taking care of Bucky in this ship, and others even.

But listen, Sam is a person, he has good days and he has bad days too…

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janetfraiser  asked:

#laura roslin is the reason i got stoned for the first time - this is officially one of the best things I've ever seen from you, right up there with the BBQ sauce.

I genuinely figured if getting high was good enough for Laura Roslin it was good enough for me.

Mamoru Chiba Week Themes!

Ok guys so I finally managed to get suggestions from @floraone​ and @neoma2​ to get some theme ideas going! I can’t take all the credit though; these themes were brainstormed by @floraone​ and I and we used the suggestions from @neoma2​ to tie it all in together. So we have:

·         Mamoru Strikes Back: Give Mamoru a voice regarding all those pesky arguments against him; those that infuriate or even amuse you the most.

·         Parallel Universe Mamoru: What is his life like? This can be either Naoko’s “official” Parallel Sailor Moon Universe, or any other you’d like to see him in.

·         Mamoru vs. Fashion. You know what this one means, his questionable fashion choices, anything from PGSM to the 90s - or dress him up, even! 90s Fashion Disaster to Manga Hipster Role Model, it’s your choice!

·         Birthday Boy: This can be about Mamoru’s past birthdays or future ones, or even wishful-thinking birthdays!

·         Masked Vigilante: This is about Tuxedo Mask! How did Mamoru get his alter ego; what was his first “gig” like, how’d he discover that thing with the roses; what was the moment he felt most powerful or even weakest, in any canon, in any form.

·         The Once and Future Mamoru: The guy has a past, and a future. But it doesn’t even neccessarily HAVE to be King Endymion, but can include any number of alternative futures - anything you ficwriter/fanartists/headcanon genius and creative folk come up with!

·         Free Day: Let your Creativity Run Wild! Anything goes, on all of this. Fanart, Drabbles, Ficlets, Fanfics, AMVS, photo sets, Doujins, Headcanons, Rambling Thoughts, heck, put your action figures in position. ANYTHING GOES!

I gotta give @floraone credit because she helped me brainstorm these ideas! So, I don’t want you guys to feel pressured to do a certain theme a certain date, but if you are a person who wants/needs organization then here is the suggestion for what day to do what theme:

Sunday July 30th: Free Day

Monday July 31st : Mamoru Strikes Back

Tuesday August 1st: Mamoru vs Fashion

Wednesday August 2nd : Masked Vigilante

Thursday August 3rd : Birthday Boy

Friday August 4th : The Once and Future Mamoru

Saturday August 5th: Parallel Universe Mamoru

Also, I decided (With help from @floraone) to do a question per day with each theme day. This question doesn’t necessarily reflect on the theme of the day but rather Mamoru. I’ll post this question each day and you’re more than welcome to submit your answer to be shared or if you’d rather post your answer simply tag it #MamoQuestion or with the week tag itself, which is #MamoChiba Week or #Mamoru Chiba Week

So, you got the themes, you have the drabbles, lets work it up moonies and I’ll see you at MamoChiba Week!