all day in the labs

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Ask and you shall receive~

Random facts of the day: 

  • His SOUL is underdeveloped and is as small as a child’s. He and it also can’t communicate like other SOULs due to past experimenting on himself disrupting his personal synergy and his inner coding having anomalies from the CORE incident.
    Basically, if his SOUL is frightened, he doesn’t feel it.
  • His upper arms, the original ones before the self-imposed DT testing that formed the other four, are much stronger than his lower sets.
  • He finds skirts to be more efficient than pants, as he believes them to be more liberating and grant access to move more comfortably (as working in a lab all day is quite taxing on one’s body).
    This may or may not be where Rose’s philosophy on gender norms were developed.
~Xmen Preference~

-Softcore :)-

{I honestly have no idea what to call this mess. But these are softcore canons. These small set of canons contain sexual content, but it’s low level. So, enjoy~!}

A/N: I don’t know how bad these will turn out. Also these were supposed to be straight up sex canons but… It took a turn. So these are Canons with GIFS.

{{ALSO YOU KNOW YOU’RE SEXY AS FUCK. DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. ALL THESE GUYS LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE. YOUR BODY IS FUCKING AMAZING.}}


 Hank McCoy- He’s pure. A terribly kind heart rests behind his chest cavity. The slightest touches from you gets his heart racing and his facing boiling to 360° degrees. He’s the guy you’ll find spending all day in the lab rather than all day in bed. He’s the guy that doesn’t need sex in a relationship. If your asexual. Cool. That’s perfectly fine with him. But… With the right strings pulled gently and not forced, sex could be amazing. 

Your first time together would be rather awkward, like any. He’d be a complete mess. Asking “Am I doing this right?” Or “Tell me if I’m hurting you, please.” He’d be as insecure as you. Reassurance spills from both of you. As time would go on, he’d learn what you liked and didn’t. Sex wouldn’t be an everyday thing. It would probably be an end of the week surprise. 

-His lips ghost over your raw ones. His hands would be busy running over your body’s curves and luscious hair. Those beautiful baby blue eyes, so captivating, never leave your gaze. He’s all yours and your all his. Both your shirts are off, but both of you remain undistracted. Just the love from each other’s gazes could be just enough for a mental high.-


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Worth It (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2,412

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have always had an (unspoken) connection due to having similar backstories and both feeling like outsiders in the Avengers. One morning during a power outage in the tower because of a thunderstorm, you and Bucky are forced to resolve whatever’s going on between you two. Based off this request. (I changed up the request a little bit, sorry!)

Warnings: Language, mentions of kidnapping/violence/death, fluff

*overused gif not mine*

You watch him as he sleepily walks into the kitchen, your eyes glancing away from your phone and up to him as you curl up on the couch, surrounded by blankets to keep warm. It’s an extra cold day today in New York City, and with the storms rolling in, you know the weather will only continue to get worse. Another day stuck inside the tower for you. Half of the team was out on a mission today, leaving you, Bruce, Tony, and the quiet and mysterious man in the kitchen with nothing to do.  But of course, Bruce and Tony were cooped up in the labs all day, which just leaves you and him.

Bucky’s always intrigued you, ever since the moment he walked into the Avenger’s tower a few months ago. Steve told you about his backstory before he moved in with the rest of you, but instead of being afraid of him like everyone else seemingly was, you weren’t scared. At first, you pitied him, having gone through a similar situation as his. HYRDA kidnapped you as a child and trained you for years to become their own personal weapon, putting you through hell in the process. Natasha had saved you from HYDRA three years ago when you had been fighting her in one of the labs her and Steve had come to take down. You don’t exactly remember how things had gone down- there’s a lot of blank spaces in your memory from your HYDRA years- but you do know that somehow she had managed to convince you to go back to SHIELD with her. A year later, you were an Avenger, kicking the asses of the people who had ruined your life as a child.

A few weeks after Bucky moved in, you realized that he was a lot different than you had expected. He was a good man; you had already known this, but he proved it to you. He never spoke to anybody except Steve, not even you, but it’s the small gestures. The way he genuinely cares about Steve, the way he will give the missions his all, the way he bent over backward to save you from getting killed by a HYDRA agent a few weeks ago. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore- he’s just simply Bucky Barnes to you, a man who went through a hell of a lot to get to where he is today.

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How the xmen would deal with a PMSing reader

Kurt: He wouldn’t know to do so he would probably ask jubilee. Then come back in your room with ,a bright blush on his face, a box of chocolates tampons and pads. Lots of snuggles and movie watching.

Alex Summers: He would try to play it cool but would freak out because of your major mood swings. So he would wrap you up in a burrito blanket when your napping. That way you won’t blow up on anybody else and just snuggle with him.

Hank: He would just his in his lab all day leaving loving notes with different chocolates each time. Some would just be I love you and others would say I love you but your scary when your pmsing.

Charles: He’s whipped, does anything for you. Gets you tampons, chocolates. Gives you a heating pad and yogurt when your cramps arrive. Feels bad because he wants to take away your pain.

Erik: He literally rents a model and stays there when your pmsing.

Colossus: He’s so sweet he gives you kisses and cuddles with you. Runs to the store when your cramps are to much to bear to get you what you need. He comes back with like 6 different boxes of tampons and a smoothie saying it will help.

Scott Summers: He has left the building and probably won’t return until jean gives him the okay.


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Hope ya like I just couldn’t wait until I put the head cannon up so here it is.

Gorgeous Glasses

Originally posted by my-bl4ckbird

Request: Barry Allen imagine? where you wear glasses but the team don’t know because you always wear contacts and one day you run out of contacts and the whole team is confused on why you are wearing glasses but Barry finds it adorable? thanks xx

Notes: I actually really liked writing this, I usually wear contacts but I have like stereotypical-nerd glasses so this hit close to home. I think this is a little shorter than most of my fics, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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i need the kind of job a movie scientist has, the kind where i can sit in a lab by myself all day and do cool genius things and no one bothers me and it’s perfectly acceptable that i have no social skills

Salt 'n' Pepper-Tony Stark x Reader One Shot

(A/N: This is set just after the first Avengers film, so we still have JARVIS as an android and everyone is happy. Also, Tony and Pepper aren’t a thing, sorry Pepperony shippers.)

Summary: Tony can get so busy managing his company and being Iron Man that he sometimes forgets about his partner (Y/N). As she sees how close he becomes with Pepper Potts, she can’t help the rising jealousy consume her, making her a very unhappy woman indeed.

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Pepper Potts x Reader (sort of enemies?), Bruce Banner x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings:


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“JARVIS, where is Tony?” I asked the android as I exited my shared bedroom with my partner.

He hadn’t come back to bed that night and I had a feeling I knew where he was.

“Mr Stark is currently in his lab, Miss (Y/L/N).” he replied.

“Has he eaten anything?”

“Mr Stark has only consumed an alarming amount of coffee.”

I sighed.“Thanks JARVIS.”

Of course he hadn’t eaten. He never worried about himself, his brain was taken over with science. Stopping by the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of orange juice before making a bowl of cereal. My mind did think about making him some pancakes but he needed something relatively healthy. Carrying it down to the lab I knew what sort of mood he was going to be in. He would just want to get on with his work, not be bothered with anything or anyone else.

It was hard loving him though I wouldn’t ever change it. We met at a party (surprise, surprise), I had tagged along with a friend, it was was for some sort of science convention; we bumped into each other and of course I knew who he was. We had talked the whole night, he too wasn’t the most enthusiastic about the event. One thing led to another and then we ended up becoming a couple.

Unfortunately that did mean that paparazzi and journalists were following my every move. I was introduced to a whole new world, not only with the media but with his superhero side. I was an easy target for his enemies, he knew that and was so hesitant to announce us. However it accidentally slipped out after the battle of New York where he almost died; I couldn’t help but dote on him afterwards, mistakingly showing off PDA, but what was done was done. He was fighting aliens and risked his life for the human race, there was no way I wasn’t not going to show my affection.

When I arrived to the lab, the doors were locked which meant he didn’t want to be disturbed. That didn’t mean anything to me anymore.

“Tony?” I knocked on the glass door with my foot.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“(Y/N). Can you please let me in? I have food.”

The doors slid open and I hopped in as if they would quickly trap me inside them. I found him standing at a desk which had tools laid about, he was tinkering with a circuit board.

“When you said food I thought you meant something interesting, not slop.” he commented as he looked up at me.

I chuckled.“It’s not slop. This is better than nothing. Come on, put your stuff down and eat.”

I took his arm, dragging him towards a table free of any technology, sitting him down and kissing his cheek. He whined like a child, only making me laugh more. Tony stared at it, not moving an inch.

“You know, you haven’t even come to bed.”

“I know.” he started to drink the orange juice. At least he was having something.

“I miss you. Are you working on something big?”

“Just upgrading the suits. Trying out a few new things on them. Everything is damaged after the fight though.”

“I can imagine.”

Tony looked so tired. S.H.I.E.L.D just swooped in and took over, dumping the whole alien attack on the team. What with him almost dying things hadn’t got any easier. He would have nightmares constantly which meant he tried to keep himself awake, he was always always trying to improve the Iron Man suits as a distraction from everything. It was going to take time for him to get back to normal.

“Morning Mr Stark.” a voice came from the entrance of the lab.

I internally groaned. Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark industries and former assistant to Tony had just walked through that door. I wanted to get along with her, I really did, but after I saw how she acted around Tony I couldn’t fathom it. Always flirting and constantly around him; I knew that they had to be together quite a lot of the time seeing as she too ran the company but she didn’t have to be so flirty with him.

“Oh, Miss (Y/L/N), I did not see you there.” she greeted almost rudely as she placed a bag of McDonald’s breakfast in front of Tony.

I didn’t miss her hand stroking the back of his as she passed the bag. Tony disregarded the food I brought, digging into the fast food. He must have seen the hurt in my face before he started to explain.

“I asked her to bring it.”

“But I made you cereal.”

“Yeah and I appreciate that, but I need this instead. She was passing one as she came here.”

“Speaking of,” Pepper pulled out a tablet from her bag, tapping away,“you have people to see and things to sign.”

He gathered up his food.“Nope, I’m out.”

“Tony-”

“I’m going out and by that I mean staying in.”

I interrupted.“Tony you need to do these things. If you keep putting it off it’ll just build up. Maybe it will be good to get out.”

“She’s right Tony.” Pepper added, my eyes rolling.

He bit into his breakfast burger, contemplating it.“Neither of you are gonna give up, huh?”

Both of us shook out heads. Tony sighed after swallowing, turning away for a brief second.

“Fine. Seems like it’s important.”

Pepper smiled.“Great. Well I’ll arrange everything to be transferred to the afternoon, you can rest up and get cleaned up-”

“No. Leave it as it is.”

“Ok, your first appointment is in two hours. I’ll uh, leave you guys alone.” she was hesitant to go, probably thinking I would instead, it was evident in her face but she did so anyway.

Tony munched on his breakfast, clearly enjoying it. I didn’t want to mention anything about how uncomfortable to was with Pepper, he had enough on his mind already. I trusted him not to do anything, even if she advanced; though I prayed she wouldn’t either to maintain a professional relationship with her boss.

“I’m sorry about the breakfast.” Tony suddenly said, offering me a bite of his burger. I knew he was trying to hunt about Pepper.

I smiled, taking it from him.“It’s ok.”

“Didn’t want to bother you. You looked peaceful in your sleep.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Wait, so you did come back to the room?”

“Yeah, but then I had stuff to do.”

I grabbed one of his hands.“I wouldn’t care if you woke me you know. It would be kinda nice to see you once in a while.”

He squeezed it back.“Sorry, just keeping myself busy.”

“I know that’s how you cope. Could you just come to bed tonight? Please? Just tonight and I won’t nag anymore.”

He chuckled.“Course.”


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Tony and Pepper had left for the meetings now and I was left with nothing to do. I didn’t work, I used to before dating Tony. The job I used to have wasn’t a good pay, I was living off bare minimum really. Although I wasn’t a particular fan of work (based on past experience, I wasn’t a brat) it was common knowledge that you had to work to get money. Tony saw how unhappy I was, lending me money whenever I needed it until he suggested that I move in with him and quit my job. Never had I said yes quicker.

After being together for a couple of years, he started to trust me with the money by myself. Because I wasn’t working, I decided that charity work would suffice. Tony was charitable himself meaning it wasn’t a problem with him. However, there were no events coming up that needed to be planned so I was stuck in the tower. I had already worked out that morning, watched tv and even attempted cooking (I wasn’t very skilled in the kitchen). I could have gone out but I didn’t want to deal with paparazzi and all of my friends were working.

Heading into the kitchen to grab a snack, someone was already in there. I recognised the lab cost and dark, wavy hair.

“Hey Bruce.” I greeted walking towards him.

“Oh, hi.” he sent me a small smile.

“What you doing up here? Aren’t you in the labs all day?”

“Well, people do need nourishment.”

“True, could have asked one of your workers to get it though.”

“I’d prefer to do it myself. Not good with all these people get.”

“Well you do what you want Bruce.” I grabbed a bag of crisps about to walk away before he stopped me.

“Uh, a-are things ok with you and Tony?”

Why was he asking me this?

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“He asked me to keep an eye on you which sort of led me to believe that you had some sort of argument?”

“No, no arguments….” my sentence trailed off as I realised why Tony was curious.“It’s because of Pepper.”

“Pepper? Pepper Potts?”

“Yeah, she…I don’t really like her being around Tony, she can get a bit flirty.”

“Oh. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I can’t right now. He’s so stressed from everything that has happened. He’s not sleeping or eating well, his social skills are out the window; I just want him back.”

“I know I’m not an expert on love and relationships but I think it would be wise to speak with him. Maybe he’ll see how you’re feeling and spend time with you, it could make him feel better too.”

Bruce’s words played on and on in my head throughout the day. He was right. It had to be said soon. I just didn’t want Tony getting any worse; his PTSD had got worse, he didn’t need my whining on top of it.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony’s voice made me jump.

After a long debate with myself on what to do, I had found myself in the lab. Perhaps it was because Tony was always there and this was one of the only ways I felt close to him.

“Can…can I talk to you?” I stuttered, hating that my nerves were getting the better of me.

“Is this about Pepper or the neglect?” he asked, though I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be mean.

I was caught of guard.“Tony…that’s not how I want to word it.”

He loosened his tie as he stood nearer.“But that’s the word for it.”

“I’m just not a fan of her, she’s always trying to push my buttons by flirting with you.”

“It’s her nature.”

“No it’s not!” my voice raised.

He seemed taken back.

I groaned, pusing the chair back, making it screech against the floor.“I don’t want to argue. I want my Tony back even though I know you’re dealing with things but so is everyone else. You know what, just get Pepper to live here with you cause she might as well.”

“Don’t make this about her-”

“Why not Tony? She’s always here, let’s decorate one of the rooms for her. Better yet, she can take my place!”

His fist slammed onto the table.“I am not going to argue about this! We trust each other, we love each other! Have I ever once cheated or given you a reason to believe so?”

I could feel myself start to cry.“No.”

“So I don’t understand this. You know that Pepper has been a loyal, valuable member of my team, I wouldn’t just throw her away. I will talk to her about this but never have I reciprocated her feelings.”

My voice had turned to a whisper.“I know…I know that.” I could feel my knees buckling, having to lean against the wall.“I just want to help you and I hate that she has so much more in common with you. I have so much jealousy built up in me because of it, in ashamed of that. But I really want to help you.”

His hands pulled me towards him into a hug.“You do help me. It would help me even more if you just stayed happy.”

“You shouldn’t be comforting me, it needs to be the other way around.” I sobbed, clutching onto his suit.“I want to help.”

“Then stop crying and hug me back. Stop worrying about Pepper, just be happy, for me.”

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TFP Cons with a human s/o that's sick with the flu? I got sick myself and it sucks.

This is a little late… I hope you feel better by now anon!

Megatron wouldn’t have time to stay with you, but he checks on you now and then. He makes sure that Knockout gives you the best possible care. You’ll have at least three vehicons at your beck and call.

Starscream would worry over you. On Cybertron viruses are much more severe; sickness didn’t come and go, it killed. You have to explain that the flu is a natural occurrence and you’ll be fine, you’ve had it before. He’s still twitchy and snappy all day, except for with you. He’s constantly nagging Knockout and ordering vehicons to go fetch you tea and blankets.

Soundwave would wrap you up into a blanket burrito and steals you some medicine and soup. He knows the other Cons don’t know scrap about human illnesses, you rest in his office the whole day. When he can’t be there Laserbeak hovers over you. You use his console to watch cartoons.

Knock Out is grossed out by all the mucus and other bodily fluids. Still, he is a doctor and actually takes very good care of you. His bedside manner is more tender with you, and he makes sure you get plenty of water and rest. You aren’t allowed to leave the medbay until you’re fully healed.

Breakdown is also a worrywart and constantly checks on you. He hates that he can’t be there to take care of you while he’s out on mission, but he’s by your side every other moment. When he’s away he comms Knockout every couple of minutes to ask how you’re doing. 

Shockwave is busy. If it’s not life threatening he doesn’t have time for it. He’ll make a list of things you need and send a vehicon to go retrieve them, then give them the job of making sure you stay in bed all day. When he finally finishes up in his lab for the day he may snuggle you a bit.

I am laced at the hip with the post-doctoral fellow MD/PhD, aspiring-PI with whom I work. We’ll call him C. I, a new post-bacc, was paired with him rather causally at first. Knowing that C does extensive coding and that I am fluent in coding, the lab PI said upon my arrival, “Perhaps we’ll pair you with C.” And so I was paired in a non-committal fashion, just a test run to see if I was of use to him.

But our working relationship has morphed and grown into something quite complex and integrated. I am now his assistant in a multitude of ways – more than I would have imagined, more than I suspect any post-bacc who has worked with him has ever been. I am his personal secretary, editor, cheerleader, software engineer, data scientist, graphic designer, confidante, writer, lab tech and sound board. Emails go between us at all hours of the day, hushed conversations kept out of the ear of other lab members make us a distinct unit within the lab and we sit, both symbolically and literally, next to one another each day, at our adjacent desks. We are decisively a team.

And it has been endlessly interesting to work with an MD/PhD, when I am myself a pre-MD/PhD, with very little prior idea of what it means to be an MD/PhD (I would not hesitate to call myself naive when I first arrived in lab) . In my mind, being an MD/PhD who has both won a significant award for translational medicine and is currently on the precipice of starting a lab entails that you must be an unstoppable force of nature in academia – more than human, more than merely mortal. Yet watching his struggles, his triumphs, his day-to-day, I am consistently surprised by how human he is and how much of his day is composed of flat-footed, menial tasks more about navigating the world more so than Science with a capital S. And so I compose below, which will be consistently updated when I think of something else, things I have learned about being someone of his stature that I have found interesting/surprising/enlightening:

  1. You will not feel prepared to do everything you need to/want to. There will not be preparation provided to you for everything you will have to/want to do. You will just have to learn on the job and jump into something completely different on a moment’s notice. You have to get used to that.
  2. Once you reach the sort of stature in academia he has achieved, it does not mean you are done growing as a person. It may seem like that, at that point, you have worked through all the tangles in your emotional landscape. Because such detangling seems prerequisite to reach the sort of emotional equilibrium necessary to achieve your stature. But emotional intelligence is a constant struggle. The emotional learning curve is always sharp – always, always.
  3. For better or worse, science, as a career path, is as much about creating knowledge as much as it is about salesmanship, showmanship and staying abreast and ahead of what’s “hot” in science (Coming from a fashion background, the parallels between the fashion industry and science is actually kind of alarming!).
You Abandoned Me-Part Two (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Now that Steve has left (Y/N) to help Bucky she doesn’t know who her friends are anymore. Tony tries to console her but is dealing with similar problems of his own.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Meaning: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sad Tony (cause let’s face it, his emotions and feelings are usually put to the side)

It seemed odd to be repeating the same actions as Steve had just done before he stormed out on me. Packing a bag of my things like he did made it seem like I too was walking out of this relationship. Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked the light on almost giving myself a heart attack when I faced my reflection. Makeup was in the wrong places, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, not to mention the bright, red cheeks from rubbing my tears away. Ignoring my face for now, I gathered up my toiletries, trying to not look at anything that was his.

I knew that I wasn’t leaving the flat for good, I loved that place more than words could express. Steve was my first serious boyfriend, the others hadn’t got this far with me. We dated for two years before deciding to live together. I grew up in England so I knew nothing about America’s geography. Steve suggested somewhere in Brooklyn where he grew up. I would have lived in a cardboard box as long as I was with him. It was a big step for us but an exciting one. Now everywhere I looked just reminded me of Steve.

Sighing, I picked up my bag before closing and locking the door. My feet slowly carried me down the steps and into the garage for the block of flats. Nothing was really registering in my mind, the whole car journey only seemed like a couple of minutes when really it must have been at least half an hour. The ever so familiar tower came into view, outshining all buildings surrounding it. Parking my car inside, I took a deep breath before getting out.

The tower was like another home me for me. Steve had introduced me to the others at one of Tony’s famous parties. Luckily for me I got along with everyone and was soon being invited back, and not just for parties. Steve and I would sometimes stay here or I would by myself when he was away on missions. The Avengers had become my family, now I was hoping that whoever was left here would welcome me back.

“Welcome back Miss (Y/L/N).” the oh so missed robotic voice of FRIDAY announced as I stepped into the lift.

“Thank you FRIDAY, it has been a while.”

“I have informed Mr Stark of your arrival and shall take you to him now.”

The lift took me to the floor where Tony’s lab was situated. I hesitated at the glass doors, watching as he typed something into his tablet. With Bruce gone after the battle with Ultron, Tony had no lab partner, he would spend days up there alone, buried in his research. I tried to get him to come out but some days he would not budge. Tapping on the glass gently I saw Tony’s head whip round before smiling and entering the code to let me in. As soon as I stepped in he was hugging me. He too looked beaten up, even more than Steve was.

“I am so sorry for what he did to you.” he mumbled, squeezing me right.

Surprisingly, Tony and I had gotten very close. Neither of us could put our fingers on it, we didn’t have much in common. Perhaps it all started when Tony wanted another party and when no one agreed I was the only one who wanted one too. Besides that, I could see that he was broken. He too had been through a lot though it wasn’t a competition. I tried to help him when no one would comfort him or just listen to him baffle. When Steve was away on a mission, I would sit in the lab with Tony if he too was at the tower; he would sometimes explain his new inventions even if I didn’t understand, talk to each other or sit in comfortable silence as I read a book.

I forced myself not to cry.“I just can’t believe what’s happened this week. I don’t even know the full story.”

“It’s a very long one.” he pulled away, leaning on a desk.

“I know it has a lot to do with those damn records.”

“Those stupid pieces of paper broke apart what was supposed to be a super team. And I know you weren’t sure of them either.”

“Well I had no say in it. It was all of your decisions. But I knew they were trouble.”

He changed the topic slightly.“So capsicle didn’t tell you anything?”

“He was there one minute then gone the next. I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

He ran a hand over his face.“Long story short, we disagreed over the Sokovia records, I wanted to sign them whereas he didn’t and it all went downhill from there. Wider soldier shows up, Steve hides him away from the government and we all fight.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Turns out he killed my parents.”

“Bucky killed your parents?”

“HYDRA took him out of the ice and sent him on a mission. Some nut job desperately wanted that mission report to get me and Bucky to fight. His family was killed back when we fought Ultron, something about wanting revenge.”

I was speechless. Despite the brief description it escalated quickly. I had no idea of how much actually went on, my friends fighting over some records instead of talking about it, plus the return of Steve’s best friend….I wanted to hate Bucky. Maybe if he hadn’t shown up this problem wouldn’t have gotten so big, maybe they could have resolved it. There was obvious jealousy as well, Steve had chosen a psycho murderer over his girlfriend. There was no telling when he would come back.

“Are you just going to leave me out of the story?” I heard another voice as the doors slid open.

“Rhodey! Oh my god, what happened?!” I exclaimed as he slowly walked in on crutches and leg braces.

“Accident during the fight. Got hit whilst in the suit, dropped right out of the sky.”

“How are you not dead?” I gasped as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry for being such a strong soldier.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sadly smiled as I pulled away.

“But check out the new legs, designed by Mr Tony Stank himself.”

“Stank?”

Tony groaned.“Don’t even ask.”

Tony took me to my room in the tower though I was hesitant to go in. Steve and I shared this, it still had some of our stuff in it. As I placed down my bag, my gaze went to the desk. There was a picture frame with my favourite picture of us in it; Steve had been away on a long mission and the team had no idea when he was coming back, when he finally did I was the first to run out to the landing bay and throw myself on him. Someone had captured the moment for us. It just showed our love for each other in one photo.

Slumping down on the edge of the bed, I took one more glance around the room before looking up at Tony. He was already looking at me with a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to be in here?” He asked.

I sighed.“I’m not sure. This feels homely but at the same time it doesn’t.”

He walked up to me.“You know you can have a pick of any other room seeing as no one occupies them anymore.”

My heart twisted at his words.“I’m so sorry that they’re gone Tony. I know you were trying to keep everyone together.”

“I’m sorry too. They were your family as well as mine.”

He sat down next to me and we were in comfortable silence before I spoke out suddenly.

“I hate Bucky Barnes.”

He turned to face me, slowly nodding.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I know you have a bit more reason to, seeing as he…yeah, well, as soon as he arrived things turned to even more shit. Steve used to talk about him all the time and after he showed up a couple years ago, I was excited to meet him. Of course I couldn’t though, seeing as he was brainwashed and all. But from what Steve had said about him and how Bucky cared for him…urgh, this is just too much for me to handle.”

Tony’s arm went around my shoulders and I hugged him back.“There’s nothing we can do now.”

I started to cry again.“You should have heard how he spoke to me Tony. I’ve never seen him the angry, it was like he was annoyed with me. And now he’s gone and I don’t know when he’s coming back…if he’s coming back.”

Tony stayed quiet as he let me ramble.

“I want to hate Steve too but I can’t. And I think that’s hurting me the most. He can just easily walk away from it all with no seond thought whereas I’m left here a sobbing mess.”

We sat together on the bed, Tony’s hand rubbing soothing, circular motions on my back. I took a deep breath, sitting up straight as I wiped away the tears.

“I’m sorry Tony. I’m just a mess. Thank you for being such a great friend though. I don’t know what would have happened if I stayed cooped up in that apartment.”

“Any time. Thank you for listening to me too. Look, it’s still early in the evening, I’ll order us takeout and we’ll hang out.”

“Thanks.” I sniffled.

*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been a week since Steve left. Since then I had tried to continue as normal; going to work, seeing some friends (I didn’t dare tell them that Steve was gone) and helping Tony try to get back to his usual self, or at least close to that. I hadn’t been back to the flat either. Every time I thought about going I chickened out, it was too much to handle. Tony never asked about it either. That was something I was grateful for, Tony knew that I wouldn’t want to talk about it though I was starting to worry about him. He was becoming more reclusive, staying up in his lab all day. That was until he joined me for breakfast.

“This came for you today.” he handed me an envelope before walking over to the coffee machine.

My name was scribbled on the front and I could recognise the handwriting anywhere. My hands started to tremble as I kept on staring at it. I could feel Tony’s presence and I knew he was waiting. Slowly I opened it up, sliding out the letter hidden inside:


To my best girl,

My actions from the last time we saw each other were out of order. I never thought that I would be that way towards you but I was, I’ll never forgive myself for that. No one expected anything like this to happen. I want you to know that you have made the past three years the best years of my life and I will forever regret walking away from it all. But please understand that I was scared, scared for the team, scared for Bucky and scared for you. This may sound like goodbye, I assure you it isn’t. I could never forget you and I never will.

I will love you forever,
Steve


I had read it all in his voice, soaking in everything that was written down. I could imagine him writing this and I hoped it was with great difficulty. My emotions clashed together, not sure whether to be happy that he had thought about me or angry that he contacted me a week later with a letter. He could have text or called, that way I could have heard his voice. He said that it wasn’t goodbye.

So why did I feel like I would never see him again?

114. Giving Dean some covers when you wake up in the middle of the night and realise you stole them all.

A/N: Sorry this one’s so short but I had a crazy busy day with OChem lab and all that college junk. I still wanted to get one out though.

Word count: 318

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With a soft mumble, she turns over to her side, rubbing her cheek against the warm duvet covering her.

Dean makes a quiet sound, and she cracks her eyes open to give him a peek.

His lips are parted just slightly as he exhales, his eyes closed and the lines on his face gone for the time being. She smiles and noses into his chest.

He stirs slightly, slipping an arm around her waist as he smacked his lips twice before nuzzling further into his pillow.

It takes everything she has in her not to squeak aloud at the chill of his hand. It roams downward slightly, cupping her ass with his cold fingers.

She wonders why the hell his hands are freezing, and then realizes after a moment.

He had only the tiniest edge of the covers over his legs, and his chest was completely bare.

Had she stolen all of the covers? It seemed she had.

Did she regret it? Not one bit.

But when she looks at his tired sleeping form, she feels her chest swell a little with her love for the man beside her.

He always made sure she was safe on hunts, always gave her what she wanted when he could. Hell, they’d posed as a married couple too many times for her to count at galas and auctions.

He put up with her attitude, and sometimes he would scream right back at her when they had a fight. But that was partially how she knew that he cared.

He cared enough to argue with her about her safety, and his own, and even Sam’s.

And at the end of every day, argument or not, he’d always hold her and remind her that he loved her.

He hums slightly, and she nuzzles closer to him as she throws the extra covers she had stolen over him.

Maybe he deserved them, after all.

#IrisWestForS4

Day 7: Role on the team

We all hate that damn lab and team set up. Since it sadly won’t get tossed into the Speedforce, let’s tweet about the role we’d like Iris to have in the team!

Examples:

Iris bringing information to the team and using it to stop villains  #IrisWestForS4 #TheFlash @thejudalina @chipeyt @flashtvwriters

Allow Iris’ job to be relevant to the team. She’s a reporter who can get information! #IrisWestForS4 #TheFlash @flashtvwriters @dblackanese @brookecyan @chipeyt

Spread the love around the mentions:

@ajkreisberg @gberlanti @chipeyt @thejudalina @dblackanese @brookecyan @emilysilver29 @flashtvwriters

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED! 💖

Ungrateful Part. 2

Requested: No

Summary: Peter Parker found his soulmate in kindergarten, and started dating them at age 11, but he still can’t seem to shake his feelings for a certain Gwen Stacy.

Word Count: 1,826

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3

A/N: I really hope you guys like this, and I worked hard on it! Im going to dedicate this to @sailorkeann , she wasn’t feeling well last time I talked to her, so I really hope she’s feeling better! 

(Im working on the Damian fic for u don’t worry)

Also I plan to make an epilouge where the reader and Peter meet when they’re older, so stay tuned!

Y/F/N = Your Father’s Name

Y/M/N = Your Mother’s Name

F/BB/M = Famous Boy Band Member 


Y/N was a total wreck. They trusted Peter with all of their heart, and thought he did too. Apparently, they were wrong. 

Sobbing loudly, running through their house to their room, their parents nearly had a panic attack. They followed Y/N into their bedroom, and once they heard what had happened they instantly became more sympathetic. While their mother went to the store to get them snacks, junk food, and anything else they would need during their mourning period. Their father made their bed with the warmest blankets and comfiest pillows as Y/N was taking a shower. 

It was sad for the next few weeks in the Y/L/N household. But Y/N’s parents stayed supportive and let them stay on the couch, even though it was spring break, and in any other situation they would have told Y/N to go out and do something

But, this isn’t any other situation. 

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3-15-17 | 36/100 Days of Productivity

i took a quiz for geometry recently and AHHHHHH I GOT A 100% i’m honestly very happy because math is one of my weakest subjects, and so seeing this percentage as an outcome of what i’ve done to do better in the class just makes me wanna sing, “CONGRATULATIONS AND JUBILATIONS!” always keep that chin up guys!! you got this (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧

currently working on a lab for apes, it seems really interesting ovo”

here are some chrysanthemums my parents bought for one of my relatives’ birthday, aren’t they pretty? bless mother nature for creating these beauties ^^

🎶 currently listening to : Movie - BTOB (makes me wanna sway all day)