An anon requested Tony faking his death and then coming back for Infinity War. I dont know if this is exactly what you wanted anon, but here it is!
Warnings: Super angsty, mentions of suicide (but no actual suicide).
This was hard to write, first part is hard to read. (3400 words)
Tony couldn’t pinpoint the moment he decided to die.
It was definitely sometime after Ultron though.
Sometime after that horrible AI had tried to take over everything, sometime after he and Thor literally put their lives on the line to try and save Sokovia and consequently the world. It was sometime after Pietro had died and Wanda had come home with them, broken and hurting and only a shell of herself after losing her brother. Sometime after JARVIS had…had…gone, and Vision had appeared.
And sometime after Steve had kissed him.
It hadn’t been a big deal, that first kiss–or at least it hadn’t started as a big deal.
Sometime post-Ultron and Steve had stormed into the lab and shoved Tony up against a wall and snapped that sometimes Tony made him “so angry” and that the resulting fallout from Sokovia was going to “change the entire world and not for the better” and that maybe the next time Tony “created a goddamn experiment” he could make sure it didn’t have a will of it’s own.
And then Steve had wrapped his arms around Tony and whispered that maybe next time Tony could “sit aside and let someone Steve didn’t care about so much offer his life in exchange for civilians”. And maybe next time Tony could be “a little less reckless”. And maybe next time Tony could—
But Steve hadn’t finished that sentence, because he had just kissed Tony instead. Just a short one- firm and no nonsense, just like the man himself.
Then he had made this soft desperate sound and dragged one hand through Tony’s hair and tilted his head back and kissed him again–and this time Tony’s knees were weak before they finally parted.
Does anyone else ever wonder what Obi-wan’s parents are/were like?
Like, I know in the Apprentice books they mentioned that his parents were farmers, but that was also the scene where he has a vision of his “brother”, Owen. That has recently been revealed to be a vision of the future, not the past, and he was seeing Owen Lars as a brother because his bond with Anakin would make them sort of family. That makes me wonder whether the parents in his vision were his, or Shmi and Cliegg.
I like to imagine all sorts of crazy variations of “what are Obi’s parents like”. I think my favorite one is “he has a giant network of extended family, all of whom are large, formidable Celts and Obi-wan does not know what to do with this information”.
Imagine it being the middle of the Clone Wars, and Obi-wan and his gang of clones happen to land on Stewjon for whatever reason. Maybe they needed rations or maybe they were hiding from Separatists, who knows. And this absolute giant of a man stomps up out of a glen, looks them over, scratches his gigantic beard, and then nods to himself.
“About time ye showed yer face around these parts, lad,” he thunders, and half the clones jump and put a hand to their blasters while the other half are still in awe of his beard.
Obi-wan senses something familiar about the man, but is a little distracted at the moment, scanning the skies for Separatist scouts, and so he only manages a polite, “I’m sorry?”
And then finds himself staring up at this very rough, weatherbeaten face that is suddenly much closer to him than it was before.
“Well,” says the giant, “Yer mother’ll be pleased to see ye at any rate. Didn’t get very tall, did ye?”
The clones feel they should be slightly insulted by this man so casually remarking on Their General’s height, but at the moment Ghost Company is a little more concerned about this talk of mothers.
And within the next three hours the lot of them have been unceremoniously adopted into the sprawling Kenobi clan, simply by the Old Kenobi throwing open a door in a hill and bellowing, “Welcome to the Warren!”
A few Jedi wonder, when Kenobi and the Ghost Company finally turn up again, why they’re all sporting thick beards and bantering in a regional accent they do not recognize, and some find themselves asking what’s prompted Kenobi to wear his robes over his armor in a fashion more like a kilt at times, but they never quite get a real explanation out of any of them.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Two
Summary: Keeping the adoption a secret for so long comes back to bit you in the ass, and Jared has some age-related hang ups Words: 3.5k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, Zep, Tom, Shep Warnings: mild angst, bearded Jensen, shirtless Jared Beta: @blacksiren
Characters: Y/N Padalecki, Jared Padalecki, Y/N’s parents (mentioned), Jensen Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Lucas Padalecki (OC), Sebastian Padalecki (OC), JJ Ackles, Arrow and Zeppelin Ackles
Pairing: Jared x Reader, Jensen x Danneel (brief)
Warnings: Family sucks and waxing hurts. Jared is an amazing, patient, wonderful husband (and yes that’s a warning).
Word Count: 1600ish
A/N: This was born out of a conversation I had with @blacktithe7 (and no this time it is not turning into a series lol) I hope you will have fun reading cause I had fun writing it. As always no wife hate here. I love Gen - she is just not married to the moose here for the purpose of the story :)
Erin also betaed this mess for me so thanks a lot darling <3
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You knew that your family was uptight and that they would always find something to pick on you for. You had always been the black sheep of the family. Never as successful as your brother or as pretty as you sister. No matter what life decisions you made they seemed to be wrong. Every time you saw them it was something new too.
First, they disapproved that you decided to marry an actor. You sister had even said straight to your face it was only a matter of time before he was going to cheat on you with someone younger and prettier guest starring on his show. You hadn’t minded that one too much though. No matter what they said, it couldn’t make your trust or love for Jared waver. He had never give you a reason to doubt him, and you didn’t need their approval to love him. He was good for you and you for him. You knew you could face whatever was thrown at you as long as you faced it together, your family included.
Summary:[part 2] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomons have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggests an alliance by marriage.
Can you write a fix where Betty and Jughead have gone their separate ways but Betty is jugheads emergency contact still and one day jughead gets into a horrible accident and Betty gets a called.
Walking out of the dark office she spent Most of her time in, Betty waved at Lucy, the older receptionist with the turquoise glasses and bright red lipstick.
“See you tomorrow Lucy.” She tugged her dark blue windbreaker tight around her shoulders as the white haired woman smiled
“See you tomorrow Dr.Cooper.”
Betty made her way through the sliding glass doors of the Paws and Pets Veterinarian clinic. She was an accomplished veterinarian and everyone in the town knew of her and loved her, she had saved countless hamsters from their untimely death and she could work magic on a Pomeranian with a cold. Her life was steady and exactly where she wanted it, she was due to open her own clinic in Riverdale, just a town over. While Pembrooke was beautiful, Riverdale would always be her home. So sure, she was content, happy even, but still.. something was missing.
The familiar rainforest ringtone snapped Betty out of her daze and she dug in her coat pocket in search of the offending cause of noise, the thick wool gloves she had on made answering the unknown number fairly difficult, with a triumphant “HA” she finally brought the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” The blonde asked confused, she rarely ever got phone calls from unknown numbers, they usually just called the clinic.
“Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?” The voice was serious and deep.
“Yes. That’s me , can I ask who’s calling?”
“This is Riverdale Emergency hospital, I’m calling in regards to Jughead Jones, you’re listed as his emergency contact. There’s been an accident, Im going to need..” Betty slammed the phone shut as she hopped in her car, speeding through every red light, that dared come in her way.
After an incredibly anxious fifteen minute ride, Betty slammed through the doors of the hospital, her eyes searching frantically for anyone who seemed to be working at the hospital.
“Hello?!” She called desperately. “Someone please! I need to see Jughead.. Jughead Jones.” She pushed though people, grabbing anyone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand smooth over her shoulder
“You can come with me ms.Cooper.” A middle aged male nurse, tugged her gently towards the waiting area and sat her down, handing her a cup of water and speaking quietly
“Mr.Jones’ doctor will be out very soon, for now, relax here.” He smiled again and walked the opposite way, leaving Betty with shaking hands and wandering thoughts.
Six years. It had been six years since she had heard from Jughead Jones. Six years since they had broken up and promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way, Betty’s schoolwork, Jughead new found popularity after he became a NewYork Times bestselling author. They just drifted apart. That didn’t mean she didn’t own every single copy of every single book he had written, notes scattered in the margins. But here she was, sitting in a hospital waiting for news on her first love, her heart racing in her chest, stomach in knots.
She whipped around at the voice and rushed over to the tall man In the doctors scrubs.
“Is he okay? What happened? Can i see him? If you let him die I will sue you for everything, my best friend is Veronica Lodge, best lawyer in all of NewYork.” She threatened, her eyes filling with tears.
“Ms.Cooper, Jughead is fine. He was in a minor motorcycle accident, the extent of his injuries is a broken arm. You can go in and see him.” He stepped aside with a knowing smile and right before Betty breezed past him, she turned around.
“His medical records, are they old? Do you maybe still have his emergency contact from high school?” She questioned, her voice the picture of faux steady and cool.
The doctor smiled softly
“Actually Mr.Jones just came in last month to update his records, he still signed you as his emergency contact.”
Betty stared for a moment longer, her eyes somewhere far away, somewhere colored with leather jackets and strawberry milkshakes, a hidden smile appearing on her face before she raced down the hall.
Slamming the door to his hospital room open, she smiled when she saw him attempting to wrap his flannel over the sling on his arm.
“I hope that’s not your writing hand.” She spoke softly, still causing him to jump and turn quickly, his eyes widening when he saw Betty standing in the doorway.
“Betty?” He asked confused, his eyes wide in awe and looking desperately handsome in his scruffy bearded glory, she was struck by how similar he looked to his father.
“the doctor called. I’m your emergency contact remember?” She smiled and took a seat on the bed beside him.
He groaned and smacked his good hand to his forehead
“This hardly constitutes an emergency, I’m so sorry Betty.” He blushed light pink and looked away.
“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her “ im happy they called me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you and I didn’t know.. I didn’t..” she trailed off, her fingers moving to dig into her palms, even after all these years she still hadn’t dropped the habit.
Jughead was quick to catch it, just like he always had been, enveloping both of her hands with his.
“I’m okay.” He whispered, eyes burning into hers.
“When they called me I was so scared.. I thought something really bad had happened.. I thought I had lost you and I never even had the Chance…” she trailed off
Jughead brought his fingers to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes met his again
“Had the chance to what?” He urged her to finish, her dark grassy green eyes met his ocean blue and after a second she mumbled something suspiciously similar to
And her lips were on his, his good arm gripping her waist, while her hands buried themselves in his hair. It was like two ships coming to dock. It was one of those lifetime original movie moments. Romeo and Juliet reunited and no one had to die.
When Jughead pulled away he panted, resting his forehead against Betty’s
“I come three times a year to make sure you’re still my emergency contact, I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side.” He whispered into the quiet air, his nose nuzzling hers as he breathed in her familiar scent. She was home to him, no matter how long it took he had always known he would come back home.
“Next time you want to see me, just call. You don’t have to get into a motorcycle accident every time. Your insurance will skyrocket.” She giggled and he grinned, pressing his lips to hers again
The sky spoke in ominous booms, warning you of the impending storm. You climb out of the car and run for the house - bounding up the steps onto the covered front porch. Chris lingers behind, taking time to check out the jagged black clouds.
You hated to admit it but there was one thing in the word that you loved more than anything. And that was the chocolate colored lab that was laying right beside you.
Technically, Marshall wasn’t yours but he still brought you a comfort on lonely days when Tyler was gone. Like now, he was laying on the left side of the bed while you were on the right so you could smell your boyfriend’s scent that he left along with his pillow.
This time it wasn’t supposed to be long, only a week so he left some things that he normally would bring on the road. In fact, Tyler’s supposed to be home today, so Marshall and you decided to just chill on the blue bed that you and Ty shared.
As you continued to think about the hockey player, your right hand ran through the labs fur and you couldn’t help but kiss his precious forehead. This made the doggy open his eyes and he barking showing his excitement before attacking you with kisses. “Marsh-” you giggled pushing him a little to slide up so you could sit against the headboard. With the dog sitting on your legs, you cupped his squishy face in your hands. “You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are.” Marshall barked while his tail was swinging side to side.
“Sometimes, I think you love him more.” The familiar voice made the lab jump off you to run towards the bedroom door where his daddy was standing. He was wearing a black athlete shirt with green shorts. “Hey, bud.” Tyler dropped his duffle bag to crouch down, letting the doggy lick his face. “Did you keep mama safe while I was gone?” Marshall barked in response. “Good boy.” You just watched the two with a smile on your face and waited patiently for your turn.
Once Ty looked your way his smiled matched yours before walking over to you. His hands moved to your hips before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Well, Marshall, doesn’t leave me for weeks to months a time.” He let out an aired laugh before saying.
“I missed you.”
You smiled. “I missed you, too.” Your hands when to the back of his neck to bring his lips down to yours.
Tyler moaned in response before pushing you down on the soft bed. As his hands went inside your shirt the both of you heard whining. “Marshall, go away.” The hockey player mumbled against your lips before slightly pushing the chocolate lab away with his leg.
Once the both of you didn’t hear the whining anymore, the kissed got more heated. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pulled him closer to add pressure were you needed him the most.
You’re hands played with the hem of his shirt, notifying your boyfriend that you wanted it off. Luckily, Tyler noticed this so he pulled away to take it off. You couldn’t help but stare at his nicely shaped chest down to his abs, plus that delicious v-line that made your mouth. However, what really drove you crazy would definitely have to be his tattooed covered biceps.
You finally looked away from his arms to look at his bearded face and that’s when you noticed the his signature smirk. “Like what you see?”
You didn’t say anything but sat up a little to remove your, well, his shirt revealing your lavender laced bra. “Like what you see?” A smirk was placed on your lips as his dropped into a snare.
Tyler pushed you back onto the bed then grind his hips onto yours making your mouth open to let out a mouthy groan. “That’s for mocking me, baby.” His lips moved to neck surely leaving a hickey then he moved back to your lips.
Suddenly, the bed dipped right beside the two of you and a wet feeling (other then in your underwear) appeared from your face to Tyler’s. The two of you pulled apart to see Marshall wagging his tail happily. “Aw, baby boy were you jealous?” The lab barked in response. You put a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder to push him away.
“What?” The hockey player was so confused when you moved from under him to play with his dog. “But I thought we were-”
“Ty,” you turned to him. “Marshall just wants some attention.”
A pout covered your boyfriend’s face. “But I do, too.” You moved over to your side of the bed and patted to the spot beside you. Tyler quickly moved over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. But Marshall started barking making you two pull away. You laughed while your hockey player groaned. “He’s such a clock block.”
"Oh, be quiet.” You said pushing him slightly making Ty laugh.
"No, seriously.” He commented while grabbing your hand. “Before we started dating, you know when I was a total douche.” You gave him a look. “Okay, more than I am now. I used to bring girls home and Marshall would bark at them like crazy. It scared them so bad that they would leave me all high and dry. If you know what I mean.”
You squinted your eyes. “Oh, I know what you mean.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
"Oh, come on babe. You know how I was before I met you.” Tyler wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you onto his lap so you would straddle him.
"I know,” a sigh escaped your month as you began to play with his hair. “But it doesn’t him I want to be reminded about it.”
"M'sorry.” He mumbled before pecking your lips. Marshall didn’t like the attention off him so he moved over to his father and started to lick his face.
"It’s funny.” You giggled while petting the sweet boy. “Because we wouldn’t have met, if Marsh didn’t tackle me in that park.”
"Yeah.” You boyfriend smiled. “I guess, at that time he had better taste than me.”
A huge smile covered your face. “Guess so.” You kissed the lab’s forehead then Tyler’s lips. “You know,” you started. “Maybe he’s just lonely.” The both of you watched as the dog moved to the end of the bed to lay down in his original spot.
"Yeah.” You turned back to your man and noticed the gears in his head moving.
"Hey.” You called out getting his attention. “You can still feel me up if you’ll like.”
You watched as a big smile covered his face. “Have I ever told you how much I love you.”
You smirked a little. “Maybe a little.”
"Well, I love you.” Tyler kissed your cheek.
"Love you, too my little douche.”
The next morning Tyler left you a note saying he’ll be home by noon, he had something to do with practice so you started to cook some fried pork chops with string beans and mashed potatoes. Yes, that may seem like a lot for lunch but Tyler is always very hungry after practice.
Anyway, Marshall was standing at your feet ready for anything you accidentally drop. As you stirred the mashed potatoes a text appeared on your phone.
Ty🖤: come outside
You squinted your eyes before rolling them. You turned off the stove then walked out the kitchen. “Come, Marshall.” The lab followed after you as you made your way through the house to the front door. “Ty.” You called out while walking down the steps. Suddenly, a small black thing ran up to you, nearly causing you to fall. “Oh my goodness.” You squealed as you picked up the little black lab. “You’re the cutest.”
"So you like him? I think his name will be Midnight or Cash?”
"I love him.” You turned away from your boyfriend to carry to new pup into the house. “You hungry?” The puppy started to lick your face. “Yes, I’m sure you are.”
"Um, Y/n.” You paid Tyler no attention as you put the little thing on the floor near Marshall who was trying to figure the black lab out.
You went over to the pork chops and started to cut up some pieces. “Here you go my babies.” You gave them some to which they very much appreciated it.
"What about me?” You looked at the hockey player and smiled.
"Come over here, daddy.” You giggled at the new puppy who started to paw at Marshall.
Arms wrapped around your waist. “You know better then to call me that.” You picked up a piece of pork and turned around to put it in your boyfriend’s mouth.
"Later.” You kissed his cheek. “But now, you eat.” He smiled before the both of you watched as the dogs played together. “I like Cash. It sounds more human.” Tyler looked at you. “Since Marshall is a human name. It would be crazy to name him Midnight.”
He smiled before replying. “Cash it is then.” You hopped on the counter so Tyler could stand in between your legs.
"Oh, and once the babies go to sleep-” you slid a finger down his white shirt to stop at his belt buckle. “Mama and daddy are gonna have some grown-up time.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “I’ll like that.” Once his lips crashed onto yours, a pair of whines were heard. “Oh, come on!”
Derek with a manbun is perfect, but I'll tell you what's more perfect...Derek Hale with long flowing hair. Lydia enjoys playing with it sometimes, tucking flowers into the thick braids and huffs whenever Derek just lets it dry naturally into its wavy state. Also Stiles runs his fingers through Derek's hair whenever they cuddle, fiddling with it and thus finding out how much of a turn on it is for Derek to get his hair tugged. From now on, Stiles utilizes his new knowledge all the time ❤️
Stiles is weak, so very weak…because his boyfriend is growing out his hair and it is practically insta-boner material. Seriously, it is becoming an issue for many many reasons.
Sometimes when Derek comes back from Lydia’s (also, new development but apparently she is a lot like Laura) he has braids in that are so beautifully crafted they look like they should be a popular aesthetic Tumblr post. It does not end there; because Lydia goes the extra mile and weaves flowers into them. Freakin’ flowers. So his part macho part teddy bear boyfriend is actually a flower child two to three days of the week.
Stiles will not lie, it looks amazing with his thicker beard too.
Then?! Then there are the buns. THE buns. Sometimes it is one sometimes two, but regardless it makes him melt on the inside. Derek looks so soft and cuddly whenever he wears them. However his favorite? His favorite look is when Deek just lets his luscious locks flow in the wind, framing his face, making him look like….Thor had a baby with a rugged mountain man.
Like Stiles has been saying….insta-boner material, and he has a front row ticket.
As of right now it’s early morning, the sun is filtering through their cream colored curtains and warming the duvet covering them. Stiles has his head propped up on one hand as the other is running itself through Derek’s untamed hair. Meanwhile, Derek is practically a cat in a sun, enjoying the attention to his hair.
“You’re ridiculous,” Stiles smirks.
Derek looks up at him with lazy green eyes, a soft smile on his face, “shh…’s nice.”
“It’s nice?” Stiles asks, tugging on the strands playfully.
Well he assumed it was playful, but Derek pulls his lower lip with his teeth and Stiles freezes instantly. Derek biting his lip is the universal sign for “that is hot” and “that is a turn on” and “please don’t stop” and basically anything in that spectrum.
Stiles all but throws himself on top of Derek, legs on either side of his hips, effectively startling the guy.
“You have a hair pulling kink don’t you?” Stiles asks, voice giddy and excited.
Derek flushes, mouth parting, “…I wouldn’t say kink, but I like it. A lot.”
“Hmm, really? So if I were to–,” Stiles tries, stopping to tug at the strands again, this time enough to Derek’s neck is exposed. He doesn’t continue his words, he just leans down, pressing soft kisses and bites along the man’s neck.
Derek ends up gasping out a soft noise, holding Stiles closer.
anonymous requested: Omg I’m so happy you’re taking request, your writing is awesome! I was wondering if you could do one with Negan helping you bandage a scrape and cool off after a very trying day. Super fluffy?
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: After sorting out the supplies from a successful run on a hot, summer’s day, you accidentally cut yourself after opening a box with your knife. Negan takes notice and decides to take care of it himself. Word Count: 2,194 Warning: Fluff!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! As of late, I am a sucker for fluffy!Negan for some reason! So, I hope this is just exactly what you imagined when you asked for super fluffy ;-). Enjoy!