I tried to do it for half an hour or so and it still doesn't really look good

anonymous asked:

RFA reaction when MC doesn't come back home because she was drunk with her friends. If it's roo much can you only do Zen and Jumin? Love you so much btw you're such an inspiration ♡♡

~Thank you so much, sweetheart!!! ^^ Love you, too! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • He sighed when he realized your phone must be dead 
  • Went through a whole pizza and various snacks as he sat up waiting for you and watching the door 
  • Eventually it got so late that he assumed you must be staying with your friends, you’d never come home at this hour 
  • As soon as you walked in the door he appears from the kitchen in his apron 
  • A slight frown on his face and a mug of coffee in his hands 
    • “I was really worried! I tried to call you…” 
  • He let out a huge sigh of relief and dropped his shoulders before handing you the mug
    • “I’m so sorry…I guess I drank too much and before I knew it I had passed out on the couch.” 
  • The smell of the coffee made your stomach flip and Yoosung must have read your expression with ease 
  • He pulled you into a brief hug and rubbed your back with a laugh
    • “Well, I had a whole speech planned…but I’m thinking this hangover you’ve got is punishment enough. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He starts to freak out a bit when you aren’t home 
  • Of course, he sends his security to investigate where you are 
  • He doesn’t sleep until he knows for sure that you’re safe
  • When they relay back to him that you are still at your friends house, he calms down finally 
    • “She never could hold her liquor well,” Jumin smiles and talks to Elizabeth 3rd before they head to bed 
  • When you wake up you find Driver Kim waiting outside of your friends house for you 
    • “I have some cold water waiting for you in the back, Miss,” Driver Kim shuts the door behind you 
  • You’re expecting a lecture when you get home 
  • But Jumin just smiled and gave you a kiss 
    • “Your hair is a mess, it’s cute. But perhaps a shower is in order?” 
  • You apologize for not coming home or letting him know what was going on 
  • You know he must have been worried 
    • “I’m just glad you are safe. Next time, please remember to call me…” he caressed your cheek, “We have a lot on the agenda for today. We won’t be home until late, and despite how you are feeling I expect you to keep our plans. But first, a shower.” 

◉ Zen 

  • He ended up drinking a bit at home while he waited for you 
  • And the later it got the more he wanted to smoke to calm his nerves 
  • He tried rehearsing his lines to distract himself but he just couldn’t seem to focus 
  • When he called you and it went straight to voicemail he began to panic 
  • Went to the chat to ask Saeyoung for help 
  • After much pleading, Saeyoung tracked you a bit and placed you at your friends house 
    • “Just let her have fun, dude. She’ll be home in the morning.”
  • When you got home you saw a half empty pack of cigarettes on the coffee table 
  • He must have been so worried
  • Zen appeared from the bathroom as he toweled off his hair, his eyes wide when he saw you 
    • “Babe! You’re home! I was just getting ready to go pick you up.”
    • “I’m sorry my phone died. It got so late I just decided to stay the night there,” you hung your bag up near the door.
  • Zen brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, remembering what Saeyoung said
    • “It’s alright, I hope you had a good night! Though, if you really want to apologize for making me worry…I know a few ways you could make it up to me,” he winked and kissed you deeply. 

◉ Jaehee 

  • You were never home late like this
  • Jaehee washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters a second time just to keep busy 
  • she found herself fidgeting on the couch
  • She couldn’t even focus on the new Zen DVD she had popped in 
  • Her eyes kept glancing at her phone 
  • When you walked through the door the next morning you found Jaehee passed out on the couch, TV still on and phone in hand 
    • Had she been waiting for you all night?
  • You turned the TV off and grabbed the blanket from the couch, tossing it over her and giving her a kiss on the forehead 
    • “I’m sorry,” you whispered 
  • Her hand grabbed your wrist before you could walk away and you saw her eyes open 
    • “Where were you?” she looked mad for a brief second but her face fell and her eyes were filled with worry 
    • “I didn’t mean to worry you…I didn’t realize how much I drank and I felt it would be safer to stay there for the night…” 
  • She sighed 
    • “You have bags under your eyes.”
    • “Blunt as always, I see,” you laughed. 
    • “I’m too tired to lecture you right now,” she yawned and got up from the couch, “come on, let’s go to bed for a bit longer.”
  • She squeezed your hand in relief 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He was sitting at his computer desk eating chips when you came home 
    • “I’m back! Hope you weren’t too worried…”
  • You started walking towards his computer desk
    • “Nope! I figured your phone had died so I texted your friend to make sure you were okay. She even sent me some great pics of you passed out on the couch,” he laughed. 
    • “You’re such a liar!”
  • He held his phone up and through it you heard the sound of your own voice, drunkenly singing karaoke at the bar you guys had been to that night
    • “I didn’t know you could sing, this outta get some good hits on youtube”
    • “Don’t you dare!”
  • You tried to wrestle the phone from his hands while shouting for him to delete it 
  • Finally he agreed and let you watch him delete it, but his face turned more serious and he grabbed your hands 
    • “You really have to be more careful, though…I was worried for a bit that something happened to you.”
  • Seeing his face like that made you feel sad that he worried so much
    • “I will, I’m sorry…” you gave him a kiss 
    • “Oh! That was a good start for your apology. Now only 706 more to go,” he smirked and picked you up in his arms 

anonymous asked:

Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;

“Go back to your quarters, Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”

Techie sniffles but nods as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely. Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer, Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his medication and wait for Matt to come home.

But as he rounds the corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness away.

“S-sorry,” Techie stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”

“It’s fine,” a strong voice replies. “No harm done.”

It’s a voice Techie recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.

“Matt?” Techie squints as he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it completely.”

Matt, surprisingly, says nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand, absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.

“Take me home?” Techie asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”

Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.

“My brother…?” Techie replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our quarters are right there.”

“Right,” Matt says, tone changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”

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prompto-cam  asked:

Skater AU. As a relationship is starting to form, Gladio finds that Prompto is suddenly backing off, cancelling plans and hardly ever around and Gladio is sure something is wrong or Prompto doesn't really want to be with him. He's at Iggy's place one afternoon and Ignis is watching a skating competition. Of course, Gladio very quickly spots his pretty blonde skater and realised that Prompto isn't ditching him; he's in the middle of one of the biggest competitions of his young career!

Budding relationship, check. Prompto suddenly and inexplicably busy, check. Gladio worried he’s done something to fuck up this…thing they have, check. The only detail I’ve changed is Ignis since he’s already one of Prom’s coaches. Instead, enjoy Gladio hanging out with his friend Noct, who also happens to be the son of the owner of the Insomnia Kings. *Thumbs up!*

Just a wee bit NSFW :3

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anonymous asked:

The info about you prefering QuiObi made me remember the verse in which Obi-Wan is pregnant and still doesn't know who the father is. Qui and Obi had restarted their relationship there and we haven't heard from them for quite some time! ^^

He felt like a Force damned cargo shuttle.

Huge and unwieldy.

And his back was a constant ache even in the squishy comfortable councilor chair he was sitting in. Obi-Wan wanted to blame the twins but that would be bad because they didn’t mean to cause him such discomfort.

But his back was KILLING him even as he tried to focus on the meeting, something about knights stuck on the edges of Wild space and how they had found some sort of holocrons and…ugh there came that damn cramp from the morning.

He really wished he had a few pillows just to prop up behind his back.

And then he felt a tight pinching in the bottom of his stomach that made him try to shift into another position, the pain not easing even as he moved but becoming worse.

His discomfort must have been visible because Depa focused on him. “Obi-Wan, are you alright?” She questioned, cutting into what Ka-Adi was saying and promptly silencing the chamber.

He shot her an annoyed look, the council had been much to protective over him since he started showing and in the beginning it had been a bit endearing but this mark which was eight and a half month, it was a bit annoying.

“I’m fine De-Ah!” Obi-Wan curled over his own belly, arms going around it as a spike of pain went up his spine. “Oh Force.” He gritted out as a hand landed on his lower back and soothing Force healing started to slide through his skin.

Obi-Wan looked up through tearing eyes as Plo rumbled at him. “I believe you are going into labor Obi-Wan, we should get you down to the healers now.”

“What? No I got two weeks left. They can’t be coming already.” Obi-Wan still let Plo help him up, leaning heavily on the Kel Dor even as Depa came over to help support him too.

“Twins it is, early births common is.” Yoda hummed while watching them. “Lucky to reach eight and a half month with them you are.” He added.

“He’s right Obi-Wan. I would have thought you knew that. You did read up a lot on pregnancy.” Depa added quietly from his left side as he leaned most of his weight on her while Plo kept a hand on his lower back to ease the contractions.

“About singulars yes, I thought I was having one.” Obi-Wan carefully waddled along. “I didn’t think to read up on the differences once I learned I was having two.” Absently he heard Mace contact Qui-Gon.

Oh good, perha-AH!

Obi-Wan froze and then looked down at the growing wetness coating the inside of his thighs before turning wide eyes on Depa. “…Get me to the Halls NOW.”

()()()

“Skywalker.”

Anakin jerked to at the voice and turned out, barely remembering his manners before he bowed for Senator Organa. “Senator.”

The two stared at each other before both winced at a sharp whimper which turned into an even sharper cry of pain that broke through the door.

“How long has he been in there?”

“Four hours now. The healers said it might take time. A long time.” Anakin shifted and then ran his hand over his curls. “Master Qui-Gon is in there with him.”

“I see. They don’t want to crowd him I’d assume.”

Anakin nodded despite it being more a statement then a question and then resumed pacing as he had been doing since he arrived.

That was…Force three hours ago.

Obi-Wan gave another cry of pain and Anakin winced again. Force he wanted to help but he had no idea how and unless they gave Obi-Wan a drug then he was going to continue making those noises until the babies came out.

“Does he know which one of us is the father?” Bail questioned.

Anakin jerked to and looked at him before shaking his head. “No. Not yet, once they’re born though… well the healers are going to run their blood for any genetic diseases they might be carrying and need treatment for and at the same time…”

Bail caught on to what the Jedi wasn’t saying.

At the same time the healers would be matching the babies to who the second parent was.

If it was either Qui-Gon or Anakin, the records would be in the temple and quickly show. If the parent was unknown, it would be Bail.

“I see.”

They settled in for the long wait.

A padawan of the Hall came by at one point with an offer of both caff and tea, which was gratefully accepted. At one point Anakin had tried to meditate only to utterly fail.

Force he just wanted to know.

They all wanted to know.

()()()

They were his.

These perfect soft pink things were his, swaddled in soft green cotton, lashes, brows and soft tufts of hair already a deep shade of copper and button noses.

“You could just pick one up instead of staring at them like that.” A exhausted voice offered in amusement.

Qui-Gon shifted to look at Obi-Wan who was staring back at him in amusement, eyes barely open.

“You should be resting.” The long haired master murmured before moving to the bed and sitting down on the bedside, stroking his cheek.

“I will in a few moments again. Not sure what woke me.” Obi-Wan hummed under the touch then sighed quietly. “I am so drugged up aren’t I.”

“Big time. Apparently you…um…you tore quite a bit.” Qui-Gon cleared his throat a bit. That had frankly been horrifying, all that blood and Obi-Wan’s pale face.

“Mmmn, that explains it.” Obi-Wan peered up at him. “So…”

“They’re mine. All mine. The blood test came back as me and there were no genetic issues that needed treatment that they could find.” Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, not mentioning how disappointed both Bail and Anakin had seemed.

Perhaps both had been ready for the twins.

Well, Anakin would still be involved with them.

“Mmmn. Good to know.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes.

“You’re not even going to ask if they are Force sensitive, are you?” Qui-Gon chuckled some more.

“Don’t care. They’re healthy.” The copper haired man sighed quietly. “As long as they are healthy and alive I’m good.”

“As you say love, as you say.” Qui-Gon leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s brow. “Now sleep, you deserve it.”

“Mmmn.” His only answer was a soft hum and then Obi-Wan was sleeping once again.

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 20: …of Ex and Why

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! You're Malec fan fics are SUPERB!! Could I give you a prompt? I saw it on the whumpgalore blogsite. "person A (alec please) being so exhausted that he’s sleeping like the dead and nothing can wake him; yelling, slapping, shaking produce no response" Like maybe he has not been sleeping for a while, non stop missions, comes in late one night and collapses on the bed next to Magnus. When magnus wakes in the morning and kisses him he freaks out when Alec doesn't stir.

Awww omg thank you!!! absolutely this was a great prompt! Shout out to whumpgalore for the prompt inspo i love that blog. So here it is! I went for more funny rather than serious, and I actually have another fic where Alec overuses his stamina rune and it ends very badly, its called stamina and you can find it on my ff.net and ao3 accounts but anywho here’s your one its called “Sleeping Beauty.” I hope you like it!

Alec had been up for too long. Magnus kept telling him he needed to rest but there was so much to be done. There were missions during the day, and reports to do at night, and he hadn’t managed to get a break for more than five minutes without being called away to do something else.

He’d been up for three days already and he was going crazy. He needed to sleep. He’d told Magnus he’d been sleeping at the institute and he’d told his siblings he’d been sleeping with Magnus at home, when really, he’d been using stamina runes to keep himself awake.

But his vision was blurred and he couldn’t concentrate and so, he was finally going to bed.

He stumbled into his and Magnus’ apartment, throwing off his jacket and toeing off his boots, as he made his way to their bedroom. Magnus was already asleep, curled under the silk sheets with his arms wrapped around one of Alec’s pillows, and he looked so beautiful that the Nephilim thought he might cry.

He was so tired, his body practically gave up as soon as he got close to the bed, and he fell onto the mattress. He didn’t want to sleep in his jeans but he was too tired to take them off, and only managed to get half under the covers before he lost consciousness.

…………………..

Magnus sighed as he woke, rolling over in bed and reaching for his angel. He frowned and groaned in frustration when he realized Alec probably wouldn’t be there, only to snap his eyes open in surprise when he heard it. Those adorable little snores he loved so much.

Alec was home! The shadowhunter was lying face down on the bed, cheek smushed on the pillow, with his arms flung out to the side. He was still in his jeans and shirt, and deeply asleep.

The warlock brushed the other man’s hair back and placed a kiss on his temple. His poor angel was so tired.

Not wanting to wake him, Magnus slipped from the bed and went to the kitchen to make tea, pouring a cup for Alec when he got up. Only, he didn’t get up. Magnus waited for a few hours, before checking in on him, but he was still in the same position he was in when he left him.

Magnus frowned. Alec usually liked to move a little in his sleep, limbs either twitching from his dreams, or wrapping around Magnus to cuddle while he slept. But Alec wasn’t moving.

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Double Trouble

Requested by @tstraley 

AU: Beth and Hannah switch places for a day and chaos ensues


“It’s easy,” Beth said with a wide, wide grin on her face. “I’ll wear a hat to hide my bangs, and you just wear that white one I always wear!” Hannah sighed, looking at the ratty thing in her arms. Beth loved her hats a little too much if you asked Hannah.

The story was still believable though. Other than the bangs their hair was the same, and it wasn’t as if Hannah was “anti-hats” so no one would question her wearing a cute one.

Hannah isn’t completely sure why Beth wanted to play this game again. They used to do it when they were little, but they were fifteen now, far too old to be pretending to be each other. Thought, a part of Hannah was excited about it. She always wanted to act, but her stage fright kept her from it. Playing Beth? well she was just pretending to be the second half of her soul. It was a walk in the park.

What really sold her though was what Beth was planing on doing that day. “You get to go to Matt’s football game with Mike and Josh and get dinner with them afterwards!” Hannah’s heart raced. Dinner with Mike? well that was a offer too good to refuse even if her asshole brother was crashing.

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Title: A Little Pussy Never Hurt Anyone
Ship: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: Teen
Link: AO3
Word count: 1347
Tags/Warnings: Cuddling, cats, that’s about it.
Created for:
@spnpolybingo​​​​
Square: 
Adopting a pet 

Sam, Dean, and Castiel can’t quite agree on what the best pet is, but Castiel is pretty sure he knows best.


“Definitely a dog,” Sam hummed. He rolled over onto his left side, scooted back into his brother and latched his arms onto Castiel, burying his face in the angel’s shoulder. “Dog’s the only good pet.”

“That wasn’t the question,” Dean protested. His voice rattled low against Sam’s skin, his thick body wriggling to get closer. “What’s the best pet. Not just a good pet.”

“Dog.”

“Goddammit, Sam - “

“I don’t get your semantics, Dean! And it’s kind of a…personal thing, anyway. It’s not - “

“It is totally quantifiable. Low maintenance, high reward, great relationship. That’s why you get a pet.”

“You’d both be terrible pets,” Castiel blurted out, half-turning in their direction, “If that’s the criteria.”

Sam snorted. “So what, objectively, is the best pet?”

Castiel didn’t answer. He hummed in thought and Sam knew sometimes not answering was worse than answering. He fell asleep before Castiel even said anything else.


A few days later, they piled into the car, the angel in the back, Dean driving, Sam shotgun. Castiel doled out mysterious directions until they were out of the town and into the country. Sam rolled down his window, breathing in the somewhat fresher air, watching sprawling farms speeding by, losing count of all the sheep and cows and horses.

“This is it,” Castiel said, eventually, and Dean turned down the crunchy gravel driveway. The house stood back on the property, faded green with a wraparound porch, screened in.

“Again, why are we here?” Dean repeated, his tone tired but with an edge of curiosity that Sam shared.

“I believe we were discussing the objectively perfect pet,” Castiel answered, swooshing out of the car with his coat trailing behind him.

All of them looked out of place in the farm but no one so much as Cas, although he walked up to the house with an ease that Sam envied.

“I can’t believe this is about the goddamned pet argument,” Dean muttered, walking beside Sam towards the front door, shaking his head a little, kicking at the dirt.

The house looked even worse up close, flaking paint and clawed up screens but it had a distinct homey vibe at the same time, something Sam didn’t get from the bunker.

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its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

"My stomach doesn't feel great..."

 Sorry I’ve been so inactive lately! I’m on vacation at the moment AND I’m a genius who decided to spend all of the plane ride I took yesterday starting a new writing project instead of working on stuff for this blog. I promise I’ll post more regularly again after I get home. I was in the mood for a platonic fic, and in  his original universe Alan has a weird friendship with basically every one of my other OCs, so I figured I’d write about one of those. 

Warning for very brief allusion to child abuse/abandonment


When Nick had first met Alan Schultz, the last thing on earth he expected was that they were going to be good friends. The only thing they appeared to have in common was the sign language class at 12:30 on Thursdays. Nick didn’t know why Alan was taking sign language, but then, he didn’t really know why he was taking sign language either, other than the fact that he was near fluent in Spanish and wanted a new challenge. When Alan had actually started talking to him on the first day of class, Nick had near fainted. Alan looked like every guy who had made his life hell in high school, or at the very least, someone who would never acknowledge his existence.

As it turned out though, Alan was perfectly nice, if a little conceited at times, and he seemed to have a habit of forming friendships that made absolutely no sense on the surface. They had slowly started to talk outside of class, often giving each other guidance in difficult situations. At first, Alan had just had trouble keeping up with the homework, so Nick helped him, and then Alan found out that Nick had been crushing on the same girl forha months without actually speaking to her, so Alan helped him, and pretty soon they seemed to be each other’s’ go-to for advice.

But it wasn’t until a few months into this arrangement that Nick realized just how much Alan actually needed someone to talk to. The guy wasn’t exactly open about his feelings, and Nick was hard-pressed to even get him to talk about his own problems. And even when he covered by talking solely about other people’s issues, it was clear that he had quite a few of his own that were going unresolved. Normally, Nick would have recommended going to an actual therapist or something, but he knew Alan would kill him for suggesting it. Anyway, Nick was more than happy to help. It was obvious Alan needed at least one emotionally-stable friend.

Today, though, Nick was dreading the visit he and Alan had scheduled the previous week. He had woken up already weak and nauseous, and it had only gotten worse as time passed. Tiffany had managed not to notice, since she’d had a busy morning and Nick had told her it was better if she didn’t come home until later in the afternoon. He spent the morning half hoping he would throw up, so he would have a good enough excuse to cancel on Alan. But though his stomach felt heavy and unsettled, it had apparently not reached that point quite yet.

At a quarter to one, Nick knelt in front of the toilet, willing himself to get sick now just to get it over with. Throwing up always provided at least some amount of temporary relief, and even though it was too late to cancel, it might help him get through the visit. His stomach churned ominously, but did nothing more. He let his mouth hang open, resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat. Still nothing. He would just have to find a way to keep it together until he was alone again.

Nick jumped when he heard a knock, but quickly got to his feet, groaning at the way the motion made his stomach turn. He opened the door to find Alan standing in front of him, towering over him as usual.

“Hey,” Alan said. “Sorry I’m a little late.”

Was he late? It felt to Nick like he was early, maybe even by several hours. He forced a smile.

“It’s fine. How are you?”

“Good,” Alan replied shortly. “How about you, have you been doing okay, everything fine with Tiff and all that?”

That was usually the first sign that Alan needed help with something – he tried to offer help first.

“Yes, we’re great,” Nick told him.

“And you, uh, you feeling good?” This time, Alan sounded more genuinely concerned.

Nick swallowed hard as his stomach bubbled.

“I’m fine.”


“So her dad never actually did anything to her. That’s the thing. But technically he’s just the guy listed on her birth certificate. They’re not related. And she hasn’t seen him since she was five, so it’s complicated.”

Nick nodded, trying his best to listen. Alan’s number one strategy for nottalking about his own issues was to talk about Cici’s. To be fair, Alan’s girlfriend had probably been through more awful things than everyone else Nick knew combined, but that was also something she probably needed to talk about herself.

Nick’s stomach had been feeling worse and worse as the conversation went on. Talking and sitting up straight wasn’t helping. A lump had started to form in his throat, and he’d had to abandon his glass of water because every sip made him feel more and more uncomfortably full.

“So she’s trying to decide if she should reconnect with him?” Nick asked, keeping his voice as smooth as he could.

“She doesn’t want to. At all,” Alan explained. “I’m just trying to figure out if I should try and talk her into it. I don’t know, it’s just fucked up that she doesn’t have any of her own family she can go to. But I don’t know if I can trust this guy.”

Nick nodded, keeping his mouth shut as a bubble of air started to make its way up his throat. He swallowed it down quickly, fidgeting in his seat.

“I mean, didn’t he leave her alone in a dangerous situation?”

Alan frowned. “You okay, man?”

Nick realized he’d started cradling his stomach protectively, and he reluctantly moved his hand away.

“It’s nothing,” he answered. Another wave of nausea swept over him and ne struggled to keep still. He’d just have to wait this out – but he wasn’t sure how long he had. “You were saying?”

“I don’t know.” Alan shook his head. “Like, if your dad probably didn’t actually mean to hurt you, and he was going through a bunch of his own issues, but he still kind of fucked with you and made you feel like, I don’t know, you weren’t really good enough to be his kid…do you owe it to him to be a part of his life?”

Alan’s words were starting to get blurry and indistinct in Nick’s head. He tried to gather himself, stifling a small belch in his hand. Alan raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

“I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t say so, but…” Nick had to pause to swallow another burp. “It’s really up to her to decide, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Alan said distantly. “I guess.”

Nick could tell that, at the very least, the issue of Cici’s father was hitting far too close to home. Part of him wanted to try and draw out the real problem, but even opening his mouth was starting to feel dangerous.

“I just wish she’d talk to me about it more,” Alan continued. “She always acts like she’s fine, or kind of tries to hint at it, or whatever. I wish she’d tell me how she really feels.”

Nick felt like rolling his eyes; somehow, the irony of that statement was completely lost on Alan, and it was starting to get frustrating. But his stomach gave a sudden lurch and he belched sickly, feeling the pressure increase at the back of his throat.

“Dude, you sure you’re feeling okay?” Alan asked.

Nick didn’t want to interrupt the conversation now – not when he might be getting somewhere close to the realm of what Alan actually needed to talk about. But he could already feel his mouth starting to fill with saliva, and he knew he had to get out of the room as soon as he possibly could.

“My stomach doesn’t feel great…” he admitted, speaking quietly to try and avoid making the situation any worse. But even one soft sentence had him clamping his mouth shut again. He shakily got to his feet. “Excuse me a second.”

He tried to walk briskly to the bathroom, but only got a few steps before he stumbled and had to catch himself on a table.

“Hey, whoa,” Alan said.

Before Nick could say anything, Alan was at his side and half carrying him toward the bathroom, holding him up effortlessly. He wanted to thank him, but he wasn’t sure he could manage it, so he settled for making sure everything in his stomach stayed down as they moved through the hall.

“You know you have a fever?” Alan asked, as he let Nick fall to his knees next to the toilet.

Nick didn’t bother to answer the question.

“You should go,” he muttered. An acidic belch forced its way out of his throat and he shuddered, spitting into the toilet bowl.

“Yeah, no. You couldn’t even walk right,” Alan said dismissively. “Just, uh, don’t worry about it. I bet you’ll feel better in a second.”

Nick couldn’t find the energy in him to argue. He retched dryly, and a rope of spit hung from his mouth. With another heave, he brought up a small stream of watery vomit. The sound and the smell made him gag again instantly, producing a much thicker and chunkier wave. He shivered as he bent forward, curling in around his stomach, which only felt worse.

“Hey, it’s okay, there you go,” Alan muttered, and Nick felt a large hand patting him firmly on the back.  “You’re all good.”

Nick retched again, and another large stream of sick spilled from his lips. He paused for a second, breathing heavily, trying to focus on keeping his head fully upright. The exhaustion he had been feeling all day had suddenly hit him like a train, but he could tell he wasn’t done. He burped and spit out another mouthful, his shoulders shaking.

“Shit,” Alan said quietly. “You’re really sick.”

Nick didn’t respond, instead heaving again and bringing up a small stream of vomit. A second heave hit him more forcefully, but only trickle of liquid fell from his mouth. He belched emptily and closed his eyes. He didn’t know if he was done for the day – probably not – but the fatigue was overtaking the nausea that remained.

“Are you done?” Alan asked after a few moments. He reached out and flushed the toilet as Nick nodded weakly.

“Okay,” Alan said. “I’m gonna call Tiffany if that’s cool. She’s probably better at this than I am. But for now you look like you should probably sleep.”

“Sleep sounds good,” Nick agreed. He pushed himself part of the way to his feet, but Alan just sighed and held him up by the arms again, leading him to the bedroom.

He collapsed on his bed instantly, only bothering to kick off his shoes. He closed his eyes and heard Alan’s footsteps leave the room, then return. He forced himself to sit up and look at him.

“Thanks for this,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alan replied. “I’ll stick around until Tiffany gets here, okay? Or longer if you want, but I figure you probably just want her. But hopefully you’ll sleep through me leaving.”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

“Were you feeling this sick all day?” Alan asked.

“Kind of,” Nick admitted. “It got worse.”

“What the hell, man?” Alan chided him. “I know you were helping me talk through some stuff with Cici, but you have to pay attention to your own shit too. Worry about yourself a little more.”

Nick could still feel his stomach churning, but he managed a weak laugh. Alan still couldn’t see he was being a hypocrite. Apparently it would have killed him to take his own advice for once. Part of Nick was dying to point it out to him, but he knew now wasn’t exactly the time to have that conversation.

“Will do,” he agreed instead, and let his eyes close.

In Media Res pt. 2

Okay, so here it is. God bless it, here it is. Shout out to @detective-rowan for letting me ramble vaguely at her about my frustrations. VERY dialogue heavy. Please be gentle to my weak heart. This is what Melpomene whispered to me. I just kept thinking of this quote from chess Grand master and Checkers champion Harry N. Pillsbury:  “Many tournaments are won before the tournament begins.”

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The Signs as I Know Them
  • Aries: adventure is just around the corner. Does more in one hour than you do in a week. Loud. Perseverant af. Once they commit to something, they don't leave it. Hides their feelings behind anger. Always excited for something new. Small, brown hair, big asses. May act really tough but are of the best people I know, loyal until the end. Still, not the kind of person you'd like to fuck with.
  • Taurus: cliché but always has the BEST food. Really artsy. Lowkey sensitive af and craves love like no other. Loyal till the end. If they don't like you, you'll know it. More of an introvert. Gets angry easily but will try to calm it down, still when they get really angry, beware. Kindest heart ever. Big hands, dark hair.
  • Gemini: you all scare the crap out of me but in a good way. Definitely has two sides. Really social but also enjoys being alone. Knows a lot of fun facts and enjoys learning. Intolerant to stupidity. Kinda sucks when it comes to handling feelings. Intolerant to others in general, gets easily fed up. Charismatic. Tall and big in general (not necessarily fat).
  • Cancer: funny af, always laughing over everything. Emotional conversations with them are 10/10. Gets easily hurt but hides it. Wears a lot of color/unusual stuff. Smart. May attack others in fear of letting them in but really doesn't want to hurt anyone. Hard for them to actually dislike someone. Great kissers. Thin with pouted lips.
  • Leo: has a lot of presence, the kind of person who just changes the atmosphere in the room by setting foot in it. Egocentric af but actually insecure. Always trying to help others, no judgamental at all, respectful. Fashionable under their own standars, likes standing out whether it is in fashion, sports, intelligence or anything else. Short dark hair, medium/big breasts.
  • Virgo: always trying to help others but doesn't really understand how they are feeling sometimes, looks for a shortcut. Passionate kissers. Smart and funny. Even the "dirtiest" virgos I know are pure in some way. Really methodical and wants everything planned out or will go crazy. Dark hair, light skin, calming presence.
  • Libra: that would be me, so awesome, bye. Jk, actually really vain but extremely insecure especially about their looks and intelligence. Flirty but doesn't realize it, thinks they're being friendly. Extroverts, knows half of the world but only truly enjoys the company of some. May want to appear hard-shelled but will understand everything you need them to, kind to the core. Flirts with everyone but it is really hard for them to actually fall in love truly, and when they do, they fall hard. Dark curly hair, pretty eyes, slim.
  • Scorpio: quiet until they trust you. Funny af. Laughs at everything. Smart. Seems like a saint but lowkey has a sexual life 10 times more active than yours. Forgive but doesn't forget. It is hard to get their hate but once you get it, it stays. Silently judgamental. Pretty brown eyes, white skin, straight brown hair.
  • Sagittarius: INTENSE. Loves to party and really sociable. Judgamental. Has their ideas well established. You do NOT want to get them angry. Knows how to forgive. Life of the party. Will go the extra mile for you if they care about you. If they say they love you, they whole heartedly do. Passionate about some sport. Black hair, small but really expressive eyes, thin and tall.
  • Capricorn: feelings that come and go. Seems to feel things more intense and deeply than they do. Obsessed with achieving some goal. Has the best intentions always. Does not understand indirects. Seems really sure of themselves but is constantly looking for approval. Smart. Lowkey always down for sex. Tan skin, hair is always in place, small eyes, puckered lips.
  • Aquarius: tries to understand your feelings but simply can't. Obsessed with standing out and being different. Will always try to help you even if they don't know how, they'll do their very best. Dresses in an unusual but cool way. Funny af. Knows a lot of fun facts. Can be really judgamental because they find it hard to be empathetic. Knows a lot of people, many acquaintances. When they fall in love, they fall hard. Has a characteristic accesory like big headphones, big glasses, etc. Dark hair, big lips, have some really big feature (belly, hands, arms, height, etc.).
  • Pisces: being with them is calming af. Feels everything too deeply. Will always tell you they love you too and probably will. Forgives easily. You can talk to them about anything. Accepting. Really insecure and easily threatened. Beautiful eyes, thin, lips either too thin or too big, long hands.

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Prompt for klance? Once finds a drink aboard the ship and doesn't know that it's considered Altean liquor and it's hard.

A bored Lance was never a good Lance. When he was bored, he would go searching for something to do, and it was usually not somewhere that he was supposed to go.

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McKirk AU in which they're already a thing. Then on an away mission Bones goes missing. Jim desperately searches for him and after quite some time he finally finds him. He wraps up Bones in his arms, weeping with happiness. But Bones doesn't hug back but steps back and asks confused, "Who are you?"

  • Jim usually wakes up before Bones does. Usually at his own side of their bed, and that’s when he rolls in closer, shifting well into Bones’ personal space. He usually snoozes for a few minutes more in Bones’ embrace, until Bones’ alarm finally wakes the two of them up. Bones turns around with a groan when his alarm goes off, and Jim runs a hand through that messy hair. “Morning, sunshine.” “We haven’t seen sunshine in months,” Bones replies simply, and Jim huffs. He tightens his fingers in Bones’ hair. He pulls him in closer, kissing Bones’ lips and just enjoying his half awake company in the morning. “Why don’t we take a few days off, soon?” Jim suggests softly. “Just the two of us, a few days away on Earth.” “I already spend so much time with you every day, is it really necessary I do that on my days off, too?” Bones asks, and Jim kicks his leg. “Be nice to your Captain,” he says with a grin, “or I’ll have to sanction you.” He adds, shifting on top of the other and nudging Bones’ legs apart. Bones grins, looking up at him fondly through tired eyes. “Sanctioning me?” he asks, pulling Jim down for another kiss, “I have a feeling you’re gonna be doing that anyway.”
  • Everything is great. Being with Bones is fantastic, because they go through the good days and bad days together, but they always come out okay. And Bones is just always at his side, helping him remember stuff he can then proceed to ignore. So when they land on a faraway planet, he doesn’t even really have to think about Bones’ safety or anything. Bones can take care of himself. He doesn’t like to fight, but he has a mean punch when he has to. The away party splits in three teams; one with Jim, one group with Spock, and Bones stays behind with a few red shirts to research the strange behavior of local animals.
  • Nothing really happens. The people Jim meets are not particularly hostile, but they’re not friendly either. Just distant, a little secretive, and definitely not fond of the Federation. Spock doesn’t seem to have had much luck either, and Bones’ party is already beamed back to the Enterprise. But when Jim actually goes looking for him; in medbay, in his quarters, the rec room, hell, even the gym, Bones is just nowhere to be found. “Where’s Bones?” he asks one of the ensigns who beamed down with them before. “Who?” “McCoy.” “Oh, he left to find you. Did you not beam back together?” “No,” Jim says, his brain slowly processing what that means, without trying to visibly panic. The latter clearly fails, and he turns around to rush back to the transporter room. “Scotty! Beam me back down immediately– and track McCoy for me.”
  • Bones has put himself in dangerous positions before. The torpedo, with Carol Marcus, for example, or he injects himself with a virus so that he has someone to test his cures on. Ridiculous. Although Jim does the same with non-medical procedures, it can really piss him off when Bones is reckless. But he’s never been missing on a strange planet, with absolutely no one around at all. Jim beams down with a few others - Sulu, Spock, and a couple of red shirts, and they start their search party for Bones. Scotty gives them the coordinates to Bones’ communicator, and they follow it through thick woods. They eventually find the communicator on the ground, and that’s when Jim’s annoyance turns into panic. Because obviously something is deeply, very wrong.
  • They do find Bones, hours later. Jim is exhausted, it’s getting dark and through the woods it’s difficult to see anything. But he’s not quitting. He’s going to walk around until he finds him, because Bones would’ve done the same. He finds Bones just walking aimlessly through the woods, shirt ripped and with a few cuts and bruises on his face. But Jim doesn’t even see that. He just throws himself at his partner, arms around his shoulders and he buries his face in Bones’ neck. “Oh thank fuck, Bones.” He sighs, the relief of today’s worries, and the exhaustion, all making it difficult to keep a straight face. “I was so worried.” Bones remains stiff, though. Rather than yelling at him for leaving him in the woods, he’s just quiet. Still. And eventually, he gently pushes Jim off. “Who are you?”
  • M'Benga says something is blocking Bones’ memories, but he doesn’t know how to stop it. Someone did it, he doesn’t know if it’s permanent or not, and he doesn’t know what the long term effects are. So all in all, not particularly useful at all. And it doesn’t take long to figure out why his memory has been wiped. A sickness spreads through the Enterprise like wildfire. Everyone falls ill with the flu, and eventually Jim is forced to have people work while they’re feverish, or have not enough crew manning the ship at all. 
  • He fights off his own symptoms and pretends he’s okay, so that he can focus on Bones instead. Bones, who doesn’t remember the Enterprise, or being a doctor, or even his own name. Jim feels terrible for him, but he feels just as bad for himself. He’s lost his boyfriend and his best friend at the same time, and he has no idea how to fix it. He’s tried kissing Bones, inspired by the positive outcome of Disney movies, but that only earned him a slap in the face.
  • But even without remembering how to be a doctor, some habits don’t die. When Bones eventually catches Jim sniffing and running a fever, he drags Jim back to his quarters. “Just go lie down and rest, a'ight?” Bones says, and Jim huffs. “I can’t. Some of us have to work. We need to find a cure, for this sickness and for you-” “Listen, most fevers are cured by resting,” Bones insists, “and chicken soup, but apparently they only serve artificial chicken here in space. It’s a disgrace,” he adds and Jim cracks a smile. At least the real Bones is still in there somewhere. “You can barely taste the difference, Bones,” Jim says, letting Bones put an extra blanket on his bed to keep Jim warm. “I can totally taste the difference,” Bones points out. “What are you gonna do while I rest?” Jim asks, and Bones shrugs. “Put people to bed, I suppose,” he says, “someone’s gotta play doctor when everyone’s sick.”
  • Surprising to all, Bones stumbles on to the cure in med lab. Jim doesn’t know the details of it, being stuck in his room sweating that fever out, but he hears afterwards that Bones and M'Benga together created something, which Bones then -again, against Jim’s will- injected into himself to test it out. It works, and so they go around helping people back to health. The canteen also offers chicken soup and ginger tea, but Bones doesn’t want any of that. All artificial blasphemy in his book.
  • M'Benga and Chapel finally manage to remove the thing in Bones’ head that’s clouding all his memories. Jim finds out afterwards because Bones visits him on the Bridge. Not dressed in uniform, just that tight black undershirt Jim really appreciates the looks of. And when he turns to look at the doctor, Bones just leans in to kiss him. Not a first kiss thing, more of a welcome-back kind of kiss, that has Jim briefly forgetting they’re in a room full of people. Until Chekov groans out a “Please, Captain, Doctor, there are workplace protocols for these things.” and Jim laughs, relieved knowing that things are finally back the way they should be.

anonymous asked:

ok can I just say right off the bat that I love your stories?? anyways can you do one where the reader has a lil bit of chub and doesn't rlly like it and then fluff happens?? thanks <3 [keep up the good work]

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy them :p
Sorry this one took so long; it really hit close to home and I wrote it on one of those down days that hit you sometimes (like where you just feel like absolute shit and you hate everything about yourself and yeah it really isn’t fun lol), so that’s why it may be a bit depressing lol fml, but I hope it’s okay!! X


You stood in front of the mirror and stared.
The shower was on behind you. You were waiting for the water to warm up until you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror.
Now you stood and stared at yourself until the image became blurry and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek.

Soon you were competing with the shower in terms of who could expel the most water in the littlest amount of time, and you were winning.

You eventually tore your eyes away from yourself and stood under the warm spray of the shower.
You looked down at your body and felt nothing but pure hate for yourself, and you couldn’t help but cry.
You had tried to love yourself, you really had; but you hadn’t had any success.

Suddenly, you thought about your boyfriend, Calvin.
Did he want you to lose weight? Was he embarrassed to be with you because of the way you looked? The thought brought a wave of pain so intense it was as if someone had stabbed you and twisted the knife in the wound.

You thought about the amount of girls that threw themselves at him every day and wondered if he ever thought about them; if he ever compared them to you and wished you were more like them.
You wondered if he was only with you because he felt sorry for you.

Sobs racked your body and you stepped out of the shower. You dried yourself quickly and threw on a sweater and comfy bottoms before going into the bedroom and curling up in the sheets in the dark.
Tears still fell - they were seemingly unstoppable.

Calvin was in the lounge and you tried to keep quiet so he wouldn’t hear you. The bedroom door was closed and you were in complete darkness; you closed your eyes and tried to breathe.
Why did these feelings just attack you out of nowhere, completely unprovoked?

You tried to even your breathing and you seemed to be succeeding to at least a small degree until the door opened and dim light flooded into the room.
You thought about keeping your eyes closed and pretending you were sleeping but it was no use - he knew you too well to be fooled by that.

Calvin walked quietly over to the bed and you heard his socked feet pad closer and closer. You felt his gentle touch on your waist and the bed tilted slightly as he sat on the edge of it.
‘Hey babe? D'ya want something to eat? I know how grumpy you get when you’re hungr-’ he chuckled slightly as he spoke and then his gaze landed on the tear tracks staining your cheeks. He stopped. Frowned.
‘What’s wrong baby?’ His voice took on a tone of urgency as his hands reached for yours, which were now covering your face.
He gently took your hands from your face and wiped your tears away with his thumb.
‘Why are you crying?’ His voice was soft and his eyes were big and alive with concern.
You just reached your hands out for him and he understood. He lay down on the bed and you cuddled into him as your emotions threatened to take hold once again.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and you stiffened as a fresh wave of self-consciousness rolled over you.
You took his hand in yours and moved his arm away from your waist, repositioning it so he was hardly touching you but you were still snuggled into his neck.
He frowned and looked down at you.
‘Why?’ He asked simply.
You decided fuck it, you were just going to tell him exactly how you felt, no matter how choked up you might get.
'I just hate myself so much,’ you whispered as new tears fell, but you didn’t even care anymore. You just wanted to get it off your chest in hopes it would make you feel better.
'I’m nothing compared to the girls that throw themselves at you on a daily basis,’ you rambled about how you hated the way you looked and then you paused, sniffled, and decided to ask a question - no matter now much you dreaded the answer.

'Tell me the truth,’ you began and shifted so you could see his face at all times, 'do you wish I was skinnier?’
Your voice broke as you articulated what had been running through your head relentlessly for the past half an hour.
Numerous emotions crossed his features briefly before he spoke.
'What? No! Of course not. Why would you even think that?’
His heart was pounding at the prospect that you even thought shit like that. Why didn’t consider yourself to be as beautiful as he knew you were?

He sat up, and made you do the same. You were facing him but you kept your head bowed so your gaze didn’t quite meet his.

'I just.. You could do so much better than me,’ you whispered.
'Stop saying that,’ he sounded upset and slightly angry, but you didn’t know why. 'Y/n, how can you think this shit about yourself? You’re fucking beautiful, baby.’

He gently put two fingers under your chin and lifted your head, making your eyes meet his.
'I don’t care about any of those other girls - and I never will. Because the fact is, they’re not you. I wanna be with you, no one else. You’re fucking smokin’ hot the way you are, and you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Why don’t you see that?’
His eyes glittered as they looked into yours and they were so filled with sincerity it nearly made your heart burst.
You just leaned into him and fell into his warm, safe embrace. He pulled you onto his lap and you cuddled your face into his neck as his arms encircled you. He touched you gently, glancing at you every now and then as if to make sure you were comfortable.
He began to slowly and rhythmically rock back and forth with you in his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead as he did so.

For the rest of the evening Cal held you and told you every single thing he loved about you and why you’re so beautiful.
You eventually drifted to sleep in the refuge of his arms far before he ran out of things that made you beautiful.
As far as he was concerned, every
single thing about you was perfect.


Someone pls tell me where I can get my very own Cal bc honestly I just need a Calvin Cuddle™ sometimes and he ain’t here. :(
Anyway lol I hope that was okay and feel free to drop by my ask to request something or even just for a lil chat!! :) luv u 💗 X

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Okay but what if It's their anniversary and Nursey insists that they make homemade gifts for each other (bc he knows abt Dex's financial situation and doesn't want him to spend a lot of money). Nursey will pay for their expensive dinner so he can still spoil his boyfriend, but BASICALLY Dex is having a hard time thinking of what to make his crafty and artistic boyfriend.

Dex is frantic when he walks into the Haus, sweeping the room quickly to be sure Nursey isn’t here before throwing himself on the floor and half-yelling, “Someone help me!”

“Dex, what’s wrong?” Chowder asks, leaning forward to inspect Dex. Everyone else in the living room seems to be doing the same.

“It’s Nursey,” he says. Everyone looks concerned, until Dex finishes with, “Our anniversary is next week and we decided that we’re going to do the whole homemade gifts thing but I have no fucking clue what to make him. And, like, you know he’s going to make me a – ”

“Book of poetry,” they all finish for him.

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Ouma is a sex addict and uses his charm to have secret sexual activities with some of the students. He's hates himself for his compulsive, constant sexual habits but can't stop. Ouma couldn't initially persuade Amami to have sex, but they date, and Ouma falls in love with him. However, Amami wants an exclusive relationship and doesn't know about Ouma's habits. When they're about to have sex for the first time, Ouma's guilt breaks him down, and he tells Amami about his secret sexual activities.

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No Time For Love

Ouma Kokichi didn’t expect to fall in love. Why would he fall in love, and when would he have the time to? He had his duties as Supreme Ruler, and that was time-consuming as is! There wasn’t any time for romance and courtship, he had work to do!

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Title: Bumps in the Night

Length: 1,500+ words

Prompt‘You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at three in the morning and I’m angry, but also really hungry’ College AU

There’s four things Jackson has learned so far in his first semester of college:

  1. College students never sleep
  2. College students do really weird shit in the middle of the night 
  3. The walls in this place are really fucking thin. And
  4. Having the dorm next to the communal bathroom and kitchen is a living nightmare.

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anonymous asked:

I love your Supercat writing so much!! Are you still taking prompts?? If so would you mind doing a Supercat prompt?? grad student powers!Kara and hot professor Cat who makes Kara get her lattes and grade papers and is super dismissive and awful because she's secretly in love with Kara but thinks Kara doesn't like her and it's just a whole thing and they're just a mess it's a mess

“Keira, do you have those papers for me or will I be explaining to my entire Ethics in Journalism class that their scores on the assignment worth a third of their grade will be input late?” Cat can’t help snapping at the girl even though she knows full well that the papers are impeccably graded, organized by Cat’s own idiosyncratic method of order, and waiting for her in the same folder Kara always uses for finished assignments. It’s the dynamic between them, has been since the beginning of the year, and Cat has no interest in changing it now.

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Lewthur prompt where Arthur unknowingly get Lewis flustered, but when Arthur asks what's wrong Lewis doesn't give him a straight answer and he just ends up more confused and Lew gets more flustered each time he tries to explain.

((WELCOME TO LATE-NITE DRABBLE TIME ANON!))

Lewis knew he would regret letting Vivi handle dinner.

He loved the girl to infinity and beyond, but her culinary ‘creations’ would make even Cthulhu baulk. He felt awful as he watched Arthur cringe and gag his way through bite after suspiciously black and rubbery bite, too kind to say anything negative about the ‘project’ Vivi had proudly worked on all night. Even Mystery was hesitantly nosing his way around certain bits and chunks that he found inedible (and that was saying something).

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(Au or not idc. Whatever you prefer) Steve is running late for something in the morning and forgets to take his collar offand Bucky notices but doesn't say anything. So when Steve arrives everyone is poking fun at him (mainly nat) and he is blushing.

The call for debriefing comes in at 4:38 am, just three hours after Steve had finally fallen asleep. Blearily he slid out of bed, being careful not to pull the covers off of Bucky.  Not that he’d notice.  Bucky had spent the mission cooped up in the tower because of a few broken ribs, so he had used the time to worry himself to distraction.  Which meant no sleeping for 82 hours straight.  Now the alpha was dead to the world after a rather passionate (if unfruitful) make-out session on their bed.

Steve stumbled out of the room, grabbing his pants off of the back of the couch and his shirt from the floor before leaning against the elevator button.  Did he really need shoes for this?  The debrief was only going to be the team and Phil meeting on the common room floor… And it wouldn’t even be that long…

At that moment the elevator opened, so Steve just slipped through the doors and hit the button for the top floor.  There were mirrors across from him in the elevator, but damned if he was gonna care about how sleep-deprived he might look.  It was Coulson’s fault for demanding a debrief this fucking early anyway. Besides, Steve was sure his team had seen him worse than this.

When the doors opened again he nearly ran into Sam.

“Hey man,” Sam slurred, obviously just as tired as Steve, “I was just comin’ down to get you…”

Steve just grunted and patted Sam on the shoulder as he passed by, making a beeline to the coffee pot he could see steaming on the counter.  He heard Sam come up behind him so he poured a second cup.

“So…” Sam started, “You’re pretty exhausted aren’t you.”

Steve huffed out a short chuckle as Natasha sauntered towards them.  “You’ve no idea,” he said as he passed over the cup. “Whose idea was this anyway?”

“Your alpha’s.  He wanted this done quickly so he could have you alone for the week,” Nat said with a meaningful glance at Steve’s neck.

Steve blushed and rubbed his hand over his neck, expecting to feel the sweet tingle of half-faded hickeys and bite marks. Instead his hand brushed against thick leather and he felt all of the blood rush out of his face.

There was no way…

He’d been so careful for so long, because it was frowned upon nowadays, but…

Steve was wearing his collar.

In an instant he felt a blush viciously overtake his face.   He was just about to bolt back to the elevator when Nat and Sam both started giggling.

“Aww, man, it’s not like anyone cares,” said Sam, “Just threw us for a second.”

Nat snorted “So you and Barnes really are old-school mated, huh?” She laughed as she grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter. “What a pair of grandpas.” She looked Steve up and down as she bit into the fruit and chewed thoughtfully. “It looks good on you,” she mused quietly, “You should keep it on.” Then her smile turned wicked. “I bet Bucky would just love that,” she said as she sauntered back out of the kitchen.

Steve’s blush couldn’t get any worse, but as he thought he realized that it might be worse to take the collar off. Bucky had been the only one to ever touch the clasp at the back – that had been part of the deal when they’d gotten their first collar.  Steve knew his mate would forgive him, wouldn’t even be mad, but he still didn’t want to break a promise to his alpha…

“It makes you feel safe, doesn’t it,” Sam said quietly.  Steve looked at him for a moment before nodding.  Sam took a few sips of his coffee and continued, “You’re gonna have to relive the mission in there, including the part where you were nearly shot in the head-“ Steve flinched and gripped his cup tighter “-so you might want to take all the comfort you can get.”

Sam headed in to the living area, leaving Steve to mull it over.  Sam was right though – Steve had been terrified by the near-miss and was desperate for the safety of being home. After pouring his second cup he headed after his friend.  

As he entered the living area he was met with a few stunned faces and Tony’s sarcastic “Lookin’ good, Mr. Barnes.” Followed by “You two are so in love it’s disgusting” from Clint, though he also seemed to be tearing up a bit.

Steve tried to hide his blush, but he was too flustered to think of a quick comeback.

Then Natasha sat heavily at the head of the table, drawing the team’s attention. “Everyone shut up, it’s cute.  Now Coulson, where do you want us to begin?”


Not pictured: Bucky having Jarvis play the living room feed as he lounges in bed, laughing evilly at Steve’s blush.

I figure Nat’s a bit proprietary over the right to tease Steve, sort of like a big sister ;D It’s a bit short this time, but I hope you like it :)

- Finn