Hi! Can I ask you to write something canon compliant about FS moving into their double bunk or their new apartment?
Hi @elivent! Thank you so much for the prompt! This one turned out a bit different, style-wise, but I hope it’s still what you were looking for.
Here is day three of my week long celebration of my blog anniversary! A huge thank you to everyone that’s sent in prompts - I now have enough to post one each day this week, so keep an eye out for them!
As always, enjoy!
The first time they move in together, they’re nineteen,
fresh out of the Academy and in a hurry to become SHIELD’s top scientists.
There’s about a week between the time they graduate and when they’re set to
start at Sci-Ops, so the hunt for a decent flat and the actual moving in are
done within just a few days.
It’s not much, a space just big enough for the two of them,
and most importantly, it’s a fifteen minute walk from the Sci-Ops facility (the
key deciding factor, really). They don’t have much between the two of them, and
it isn’t long before they’re unpacked and suddenly this is what they call home.
Things aren’t always easy – though they’ve been attached at
the hip for the past two and a half years, they’ve never lived together and there’s an adjustment period. There’s arguments over who gets to shower first or who’s turn it is make dinner that night, Jemma
is eternally frustrated by the dirty laundry Fitz seems to leave everywhere, and Fitz can’t stand the
fact that there only ever seems to be ridiculously healthy food in the kitchen.
But, at the end of the day, they’re still together, and
after watching friends and partners at the Academy assigned to separate SHIELD
facilities after graduation, they understand how lucky they truly are.
THIS SIGN WAS TAKEN OFF THE WALL FOR AN OFFICE MOVE. YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.
I found these while continuing the long, tedious process of cleaning out my hard drives. This was when Neopets was moving out of the Viacom offices after the company was purchased.
I want to make it clear that I had no involvement in this tomfoolery. I just stood by to document the scene… and laugh hysterically… and cheer them on… and possibly yell out word suggestions… but no direct involvement whatsoever.
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(I’m so sorry it took so long.) Prompt: hurt me don’t hurt them x batboys (platonic) I should warn you this is angst, not my best story and it has violence and it think violence is considered graphic
The cold November rain poured into your determined form as you stood before Talia and the League of Assassins.
“Step aside child. I mean no harm to you.” Her tone was cold, colder than the rain, but you weren’t afraid. She wanted to hurt the boys to prove a point to Bruce, but this time you wouldn’t just sit and watch as they barely made it home to survive through stitches and gazes.
“No Talia!” You yelled and Shiva moved from Talia’s side, ready to attack you. “I’m here to make an offer!” Talia’s hand stopped Shiva’s movements and she walked towards you.
“Tell me” She smirked.
“You want to hurt the Batman but it never worked when hurting the boys. Hurt me!”
At the begging, Talia laughed, thinking you couldn’t be serious.
But on second thought, she decided to speak. You and Bruce had always had an exceptional bond of a father and his daughter. Maybe this time, she’d hurt him for good.
“ You’re offering yourself, little one. What do your brothers have to say about that?” She said and pet your wet hair.
“No.” You swallowed some spit that had gathered in your mouth from your anxiety. “No they don’t”
She laughed more, calling the situation too interesting to drop.
“Tell my why I should take you”
“Because… Bruce will be more hurt. He’s gotten over you hurting the boys. So hit me, torture me, kill me, deliver my head to his door if you want, hurt me, don’t hurt them!”
You could remember this moment as the last moment you stood on your feet, as Talia signaled to the league to be on you. You could remember the fresh smell of the rain.
You could not guarantee that Talia would stop attacking the boys, but maybe your death would make Bruce protect them more.
You wanted your death and your torture to mean something.
The manor’s door bell rang, and Dick jumped at the sound, preventing Alfred from heading straight to the big, heavy door. His eyes fell in the brown box at the ground and he picked it up, hoping jt was something from you.
“What is it Dick?” Tim questioned as Dick’s steps made their way to the living room, full of worry.
“I don’t know Tim, by it stinks!”
Dick said as he set the box in front of them.
“It says it’s for my father” Damian said.
Once Bruce’s company was filling the cream colored living room, Bruce opened the box, the stomach becoming even worse.
Tim, who had his fingers crossed and his heart beating so fast, hoping it was an evidence that you were still alive, felt a tear slipping down his cheek.
Inside the box was a mini DVD player with the note “play me” on top, and a big black plastic bag, that probably was stuffed by a dead animal.
“Jason, is that a prank?” Bruce stiffened before he pressed the play button.
“What?” Jason’s eyes widened at Bruce’s words; the last thing he wanted to do was prank anybody, especially with you missing.
“I’m asking if that’s a prank. Why did you send us a dead animal?”
Jason looked at Bruce in disbelief and gathered the words to his comeback, though they never exited his mouth.
Dick had pressed play and the boys had gathered around the small player. “Who are you?”
“I’m (y-y-/n)” they heard your stuttering voice, but they couldn’t see you. Not yet. “And who did you give yourself to, beloved?”
“Ta-lia” now the screen actually showed something. It was you, your hands tied up in a rope that hang from the ceiling, and tour face was dirty, bloody. “Why did you do that, (y/n)?”
“F-f-for B-batman. To pr-pro-ot-tect th-the b-b-boys”
“And what did you say I could do, child?”
“D-eliver my head t-to their door.”
Tim did not wait for the video to finish to snatch the plastic bag. He wanted to open it so bad. To prove Talia was lying, cause you would never do that without telling them. To prove that you were alive, because there were feeling left unsaid between the two of you.
“fuck!” He yelled at the sight of your pale, cut head. Your lips, that were once pink and plump, were now white, half parted in pain, and your beautiful (e/c) eyes were almost black. That horrid image scattered everyone’s brain. But Tim, oh Tim.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t - he wanted to cry, to shut himself in a hole away from the whole world and never crawl out. Despite Dick and Jason screaming to him, he didn’t move, he couldn’t listen to them. All he could listen was his heart beating so fast, so sad.
He San into Bruce’s chest and cried, still holding your head, muttering about revenge.
He didn’t care about the world, all he acted about was that Talia had crushed his family and he wouldn’t let it go like that.
Even if that meant he’d get himself killed.
This is a short series that @iwillbeinmynest and I are collaborating on! We hope that you guys will love it and enjoy reading it just as much as we have enjoyed writing!! :)
Constant beeping is what Bucky
first heard. Then constant whispers. His eyes fluttered open and he saw that
people were all around him. Not just people, strangers.
Bucky felt his body tense
up. He didn’t know anyone and didn’t know what was going on. The last thing he
remembered was going into cryo. He didn’t know how long ago that was. It
could’ve been weeks, months, or even years. Bucky had been through a lot in his
lifetime. What he wanted now was peace.
I was surprised how small Nick's salary was until I compared him to Elvis Duran in the US. Nick makes around $500 thousand dollars per year while Elivs Duran makes only $300 thousand per year. I do wish Nick would do more television (in addition to his morning show) because that's where the big salaries are. I loved watching Nick on Sweat the Small Stuff. Have you heard anything about Nick doing more tv?
I don’t think Nick’s salary seems small but I also find it IMPOSSIBLE that Elvis makes only 300k a year. Maybe that’s just base salary and then other things like a large bonus/stock options add to his earnings or something? He’s been the #1 name in commercial radio for a long time it just seems so unlikely that’s his full salary.
You’re def right about TV being where the money is at (I think I remember it was reported Nick got 1 million for his season of XF, right?)
I hope Nick is back on TV again soon too! Yeah there was some press last year with Nick talking about wanting to develop a new Top of the Pops-type TV show, and if you scroll down a bit to a post I reblogged yesterday about a music show Ben Winston’s company is producing, I’m really hoping that’s it. But I mean who knows they might be completely unrelated. Fingers crossed we hear an announcement about something soon :)