fresh-cuts

ragingwerewolfdude  asked:

Fluff piece, Nick and Judy relaxing in a hammock. You know the pic

I, for some reason, am remember a few hammock pic, whist also remember like very few of them.  So I’m basing this prompt of this pic

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Nick likes visiting Bunnyburrow.

Which was not a sentence Nick ever thought would be true in his whole life.  As he is a fox, and never once been far outside the city limits of Zootopia.

But it was true.  

He liked visiting Bunnyburrow.  It had wide open fields and sweeping breezes that Zootopia could ever dream of having.  Not to mention the air was fresh, smelled more of flowering plants and dirt with hints of fresh cut grass.  Rather than smelling like car exhausted and every type of mammal imaginable.

Nick doesn’t even care that when he visit he sometimes has to help with farm work.  Wither it be tending to the fields, harvesting fresh produce, or working the Hopps roadside stand.  He really doesn’t care.  

Usually because Judy is right along side him.  And it’s just a whole other side of her he doesn’t have in the city.  It’s softer, gentler, and calmer.  Granted that doesn’t stop her from chasing and tackling some of her siblings, but still.

It was fun.  And the Hopps understood it was still part of a vacation for them.  They were still guests to be entertained rather worked too hard.

Still, there was nothing better than working in the fields all day then lounging in the hammock next to the blueberry bushes as the sun set.  Even if the hammock was just slightly small for him.

Which was where Nick currently was.

Lounging away until the dinner bell chattered loudly through the air.  Content with breathing the fresh air and swaying slightly in whatever breezy decided to give him a bit of push.

“What are you doing?”  Judy’s voice suddenly asked.

Nick popped open an eye and turned to look at the rabbit.

She dressed in her usual plaid and faded jeans she always seemed to produce whenever they visited. She was wearing a large brimmed straw hat she burrowed from her mother, or one of her sisters.  The gray furred doe was blinking at him with her paws on her hips as she stared down at the fox in the hammock.

“Relaxing before dinner,”  Nick answered easily.

“You’re too big for the hammock.”  Judy grinned out.

“Still comfortable.”  Nick returned, turning back to the sky and closing his eyes again.

A moment passed, and nothing.  The fox didn’t hear the rabbit moved away or anything.  She simply sighed, Nick could tell she was shaking her head at him. Then he heard her feet in the grass, and the hammock dip slightly as she grabbed it.

Before he knew it, she was climbing on top of the hammock.  Well mostly, onto Nick and a little on the hammock.  Nick grinned as he felt her carefully climbed onto his torso, and straddle his waist a bit.  The hammock was maybe sized for two rabbits to cuddle up into, but with a fox it left very little room for another party.  She cuddled up under his chin easily and let out a content sigh.

“Don’t get too comfortable,”  Nick said with a light teasing tone.  “What would your father say if he saw us?”

“Don’t break the hammock.”  Judy returned with another content nuzzle into his chest.  He could tell she had her eyes closed as she laid on him.

Nick grinned, opening his eyes and shifting to get a bit of look at the doe snuggled up against him. “That sounds way dirtier than it should.”  He chuckled lightly.  Lying a paw over the small of her back.  “Especially come from a rabbit.”

“Nick.”  Judy started simply.  She paused, waiting for a response, when Nick gave her in a hum.  “Shut up.”

And Nick did.

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AN: Again, I don’t know.  Let’s just always assume I don’t know!

i was once mostly myself
until the day you poked me
in the chest so goddamned hard
that i couldn’t breathe
your fingertips went right through
ribs, tendons, muscles
straight to my heart and you
pulled
see, you didn’t snatch it like you
took some things you wanted
you pulled
slowly
and deliberately
just to see the surprise and
pain in my eyes;
you took it in your fist and you squeezed
my life blood dripped from your palm to elbow
plop, plop i bled out
on the ground and then
you simply dropped that precious organ
one that used to be mine
like a mic drop, bam!
and walked away
while i studied it on the earth of our backyard
and thought–
as breeze covered it with old dirt and fresh grass cuttings–
that finally i had become one with you
i was as dirty as you always
saw me,
made me feel,
molded me to be,
i was finally you

and i hate every
soaked second

aesthetics for the signs

ARIES: long eyelashes, leather jackets, candlelight, autumn leaves, sleeping in, greek mythology, waves crashing on the beach
TAURUS: plaid shirts, the smell of fresh baked bread, disney movies, the sound of a guitar strumming, mountain peaks at sunrise
GEMINI: the forest at night, cat’s eye sunglasses, 24/7 gas stations, floorboards creaking at night, the smell of fresh ink, going on a first date
CANCER: old books, the smell of fresh cut grass, the colour peach, messy buns, accent walls, hand holding, matte lipstick
LEO: long car rides, thunder, the feeling of accomplishment, love poems, sunflowers, your favourite song on playing repeat
VIRGO: the first snow of the year, bright eyes, flowers in your hair, binge watching a new show, a warm mug of tea, fantasy books
LIBRA: iced coffee, the wind in your hair, string lights, the feeling of forgiveness, bonfires, a new crush
SCORPIO: the night sky, winged eyeliner, an old typewriter, speaking latin, wine stained lips, halloween costumes
SAGITTARIUS: bright houses, nude lipstick, the sound of laughter, watching musicals, forehead kisses
CAPRICORN: the full moon, the smell of clean laundry, new love, going to museums, shouting at the top of your lungs, watching the fog roll in
AQUARIUS: rain on pavement, a paint palette, the city at night, the colour cyan, falling stars, books written in french, ankle boots
PISCES: colourful flowers, sand between your toes, long hugs, ferris wheels, art galleries, cherry blossoms in the wind, a cat purring

my browser crashed and i retyped all of this just for @rreneewalker bc she’s Nice™

hey lets talk about ronans buzzcut cause i just shaved my head, cool? cool

  • its therapeutic as hell
    • seriously its the best feeling
  • the first time he shaves his head its not long after niall died
  • everything he sees reminds him of his father
  • its one too many times he sees his reflection, sees his father staring back at him, and he decides fuck it.
    • he grabs a random pair of scissors and just starts chopping off his hair as close as he can get it to his scalp
    • he doesn’t sleep that night
    • he keeps having to wait for his vision clear to finish the job
    • its the first and last time he cries for his father
  • gansey finds him the next morning red eyed, wide awake, and clutching the scissors in a death grip
  • he takes the scissors away, doesn’t say a word about ronan skipping, and comes home that afternoon with proper clippers
  • from then on, it becomes monthly routine for them
    • “ok dick, no cutting my ears off”
    • “it was one damn time, and i barely nicked you leave me alone”
    • “language, dick”
    • “say goodbye to your ears”
  • the first time adam is around for it, he’s at monmouth for something or other, and him and gansey are doing homework (re: adam is doing homework while gansey is hunched over his journal waxing poetic about is magical sleeping boyfriend)
  • ronan busts out of his room, clippers in hand and just yells “HEY DICK”
    • cue gansey flailing and dropping all his shit
    • he’s a soft guy ok ronan startles him a lot
  • gansey gets up and goes into the bathroom/kitchen/laundry room to cut ronan’s hair 
  • adam’s kinda ???? until he hears the clippers
  • he’s…kinda curious so he goes in and sees ronan on a stool, gansey balancing on the side of the bathtub behind him (ronan’s super tall ok this is the only way he can get it even stop laughing noah), and noah’s chilling on the counter
  • adam can kinda tell like…this is Important. this is a ronan-and-gansey thing that he’s being allowed to be a part of because ronan? adam’s never seen him look this relaxed, like. ever. his head is tipped forward and that permanent set to his shoulders is gone. gansey’s even humming his terrible hipster music under his breath and ronan hasn’t complained once.
    • when adam and ronan first met, ronan was, of course, kind of a dick. but after this, after adam is allowed to be there for this little monthly ritual, he feels like ronan has taken him in. 
  • because theyre dumb boys ronan and noah will try to blow shavings into each others faces (which lemme tell you?? all those tiny hairs??? THEY GET EVERYWHERE ITS THE WORST)
  • gansey scolds them and all he gets is a “shut up mom” in unison back, and adam, sitting in the doorway watching his friends, can’t help but smile
  • later, when adam and ronan are dating, adam sort of gets obsessed with the buzzcut. he can’t make fun of ronan’s hand fixation at all okay the kid has not a leg to stand on because he’s constantly running his hands over ronan’s head, eventually he starts cutting it for him, theyre,, so into each other i can’t deal good god anyway
  • when adam is off at school and gansey is off helping his mom one weekend, blue and ronan are….unsupervised
    • theyre idiots ok 
    • blue decides she wants a side shave and lets ronan do it
    • the boy has never??? done it to himself??? he’s just standing there with the attachments and blue’s like “well?” and he looks at her dead on and just
    • “i have no fucking clue what i’m doing”
    • once she’s done laughing at his sorry ass, she calls in calla for help, who ends up just doing it for them 
    • ronan totally tries to sneak away cause hell no he’s not letting calla shave his head she’ll try to kill him
    • she snatches him by his damn tank top “sit the fuck down, snake. you’re starting to look unruly.”
    • you better be damn sure blue recorded the entire process of ronan grumpily getting his hair trimmed and sent it to adam
  • all in all, ronan loves getting his head shaved. at first, it was like the tattoo. it was about doing something different, of being something different, because how was he supposed to get people to see how much niall’s death changed him if he didn’t throw it in their faces with a buzzcut and a huge tattoo. 
  • but now….now its memories of calm afternoons with gansey and noah, and later adam too. its blue having to jump comically high to smack him on the head and yell “FRESH CUT”, and him pretending its annoying she noticed. its adam giving him a soft peck on the crown of his head after a trim. its a nice little monthly ritual with his family. 
  • he may not see niall’s reflection staring back at him anymore, but he’s not just niall’s son. he’s not just the greywaren, he’s ronan and he likes his buzzcut, he likes the people who help with it, he likes that it makes him feel like he has his own reflection. 
  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
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Summary:

Dean and Y/N share a bed in a motel and Dean has a dream about her, mindlessly pulling her into him and peppering he with kisses.

Words: ~2100

Warnings: mention of injuries, FLUFF

A/N:I’m actually really proud of this one even though the introduction is a bit boring. please read until the end and tell me what you think! Also, I really love this cheesy bed sharing fanfictions but it’s different in this imagine. (This theme wasn’t my idea, I saw it somewhere but don’t remember the name anymore…)

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Falling in love is so easy that you don’t realise that it is actually happening.

A stupid, cheesy saying that I never really agreed with. I mean, how could you not notice being head over heels because of one person.
Well, I guess I learned it the hard way. Or rather kinda the hard way.

I was used to share a bed with Dean. But it was never the type of bed sharing that was needy and consisted of endless cuddles and realising the love for the other person.
It was never the type of bed sharing that was described in the Dean Winchester fanfictions on the Internet.
Yes, maybe I was interested in the fantasies of the so called “Deangirls”. But that’s not the point.

Back to the topic: Dean and I just laid next to each other, not really caring about the other and simply only wanting to rest after an exhausting day.

So when we entered the motel that only had one room with two normal sized beds left, there wasn’t a nervous fluttering in my stomach. Why should I be nervous?
So when we entered the room that was barely tidied up, there wasn’t a flirty comment from Dean about sharing a bed with his godlike body. Why should he be flirty?

Dean only looked at me briefly when Sam threw his bag on the bed at the window, reassuring our arrangement. I nodded before I headed to the bathroom without a word, feeling cramps in my abdomen.
I tried not to get pissed about my period. The life of a hunter was cursed anyway and my period was actually the pain that was the easiest to endure.

Trying to forget about the pain coming from my stomach and the fresh, deep cut caused by a werewolf, I stepped into the shower. I enjoyed having the warm and clean water covering my body like a sterile blanket and felt better as soon as I changed into my pyjamas which weren’t soaked in my own and werewolf blood.

Leaving the bathroom I saw Sam getting patched up by Dean and I approached them. “How bad is it?”, I wanted to know while I took a closer look on Sam’s neck.

“It’s very deep… but not deep enough to turn him, I guess.”, Dean mumbled, his eyes fixed on his younger brother’s neck.
“I’m fine!”, Sam rolled his eyes but Dean pushed a cloth against his neck making Sam groan in pain. “Yeah, maybe not.”, I chuckled and gave him a smile filled with sympathy.

I sat down on the bed, watching the boys tiredly. “Your turn.”, Dean demanded seriously, but his voice was definitely filled with concern after Sam stood up to have a shower as well.

“I’m fine.”, I rolled my eyes just like Sam did a while ago and Dean scoffed. “Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not. Stop bullshitting me like Sam does.”, Dean said harshly and now it was my turn to scoff.

“How about you shut up and let me rest?!”, I snapped, causing Dean to jump slightly at my sudden change of mood from tired and annoyed to aggressive and dangerous.
“Well, I would if you hadn’t had this huge cut on your tigh! And in case you didn’t notice, if you hadn’t thrown yourself in front of me, I would be the one with the cut.”, Dean replied matter-of-factly with an incredible calm voice while I stood up to face him.
“So it’s my fault now that I’m hurt?”, I yelled, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Hell yeah, it is!”, he threw his arms in the air, “I could’ve handled this freaking werewolf on my-”
“Hey, guys, lower your voices!”, Sam’s voice interrupted Dean and we both stayed still, glaring at each other.

“Whatever.”, I shrugged with anger in my voice and turned around to finally get some rest.
He didn’t say anything else while I started to go through my stuff, looking for my beautiful, black gun that always had to lay right next to the bed.
I didn’t know what Dean was doing and I honestly didn’t care at the moment. I just wanted to sleep.

I laid down flat on my back on the right half of the bed, leaving the left half to Dean.
I allowed myself a glance at him, sitting at the little table and researching. I could see the tension in his muscles while he propped up his head with his right hand. It didn’t took me very long to feel sorry, my mood changing again.

But before I even had the chance to think about apologizing, Sam entered the room and it was Dean’s turn to have a shower.
I quickly closed my eyes, hoping that Sam wouldn’t ask questions and would leave me alone.

About ten minutes later, I was already zoning out, I felt Dean next to me because of the lowering of the matress due to his weight and of course his shoulder that was pressed against mine.

“I’m sorry.”, I whispered so that only he could hear it before I opened my eyes and turned my eyes to look at him.
“I just wanted to help.”, he murmured, his facial expression tensed telling me that he was still mad at me. Without thinking I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and feeling the tension slowly vanishing.

“I know. I’m just super sensitive at the moment.”, I mumbled, hoping he would get it. But he just looked at me, confused and tired. “I’m… um, it’s just… it’s this time of the month again.”, I explained and his eyes widened slightly before he nodded. “Oh.”

I fell asleep several minutes later with Dean next to me and his fingers between mine, which wasn’t romantic in any way. It was simply platonic
Our relationship was platonic even though Sam said different things I was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything romantic going on between Dean and me.
It was simply platonic.

And I was also not in love with Dean Winchester.

But when I woke up to Dean pulling my small body into him, I did feel a weird feeling in my stomach and it wasn’t my period, that was for sure.
I felt Dean’s strong arms under my head and around my waist while his chest covered my back. “Dean?”, I asked and only got a quiet groan as a reply.

I didn’t remember the reason why I let him sleep, probably because of his lack of sleep. But I did remember how my heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds when I felt his lips on the back of my neck. Warm and soft.

One kiss, then another, then another…

And then, him mumbling my name… I couldn’t move like my body was bewitched while his lips trailed over to my shoulder. “Dean?”, I asked again and I turned around a bit, feeling the grib on my waist tighten and his lips wandering to my neck.

My face was hot. Very hot and probably red like a tomato. Dean groaned again when he started sucking on my neck and I let out a unwanted moan.

I looked over Dean’s shoulder to Sam, panicking and checking wether he was sleeping. He was asleep. Thank god…

Slowly getting calmer, I let Dean kiss me and started to enjoy the feeling of his slightly wet lips on my sensitive skin.
My eyes closed without me wanting it, taking in Dean’s scent which mostly consisted of cheap soap.

I didn’t wanted to admit it but I liked it. The whole situation.
Dean’s scent around me, the warmth coming from him, his strong arms around me and the fact that he was probably dreaming about me while kissing my neck.

“Dean!”, I raised my voice when I got out of my trance and he groaned again.
But this time he finally woke up, his face in the crook of my neck and his arms holding me near him.
In a second, his beautiful face was as red as mine while he let go of me.

Without a word I hurried into the bathroom to go to the toilet and to wash my teeth, wanting to feel clean again.
I quickly brushed my hair without really looking into the mirror.

“I’m going to buy some pie.”, I mumbled before leaving the motel and Dean just nodded, not saying his usual words “That’s my girl.”

When I got back about half an hour later, Dean was packing his stuff and Sam wasn’t in bed anymore. “Where’s-”, I began and Dean answered before I even ended the sentence, “Bathroom.”.

“Here, I already packed your stuff. I hope you don’t mind ‘cause of your… Nevermind.”, he mumbled while he handed me my backbag. We stood still for a moment, his incredibly green eyes wandering to my neck and staying there. He cleared his throat before he looked at me again and then continued, “Sam said that we should wait in the car.”

After he finished packing everything in his back we went over to the Impala where I remembered the pie in my plastic bag that I totally forgot surprisingly.
“That’s for you by the way.”, I told Dean as he leaned against his car.

His green eyes lit up at my words while his smile widened. “You’re the best.”, he grinned at me, not even looking at the pie I gave him. He also took my bag out of my hand to put it and the pie on the back seat.

And before I knew it, his lips were on mine. Not on my back, not on my shoulder, not on my neck. No, they met my lips and slowly moved, filling me up with excitement. His right hand wandered up to caress my cheek while his nose brushed against mine.

I knew that it was definitely too late now. And maybe I even knew that already in the morning. There was no point of trying to hide it from myself.

I was in love with him.
And I let myself melt into his body, my hands roaming up over his body while his arms wrapped around my back to lift me up. I laughed against his while I folded my arms behind his head and deepened the kiss.

A few moments later Sam appeared put of nowhere and cleared his throat. Dean and I separated quickly but kept close. And of course, he had to comment what he saw, “Told you she would let you kiss her.”

After Sam sat in the car, I saw Dean still smirking at me. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if Sam hadn’t told me about you letting me kiss you this morning.”
“What? I thought he was asleep!”, i exclaimed, making him chuckle and pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sorry by the way. I didn’t know that… well, I was dreaming that you and I…”, he whispered, his lips brushing over my ear.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can’t complain. And sharing a bed with you is always fun. It never hurts to have such a gorgeous sleeping beauty next to me.”, I mumbled into his shoulder before he pulled himself back to lock into my eyes.

He smiled at me a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss me again. With a quick movement he turned us, my back hitting the Impala when his hips pressed me against his car. There wasn’t much time before this kiss escalated. His tongue tracing over my lower lip, causing my knees to get weak and my body to melt even more into him.

We were interrupted by Sam, his knuckles knocked against the half-open window. “Honestly, you lovebirds, we have work to do.”, he laughed and Dean groaned loadly when we parted, my head instinctively following his.

He looked down at me sweetly, his eyes not even fully opened and he pecked my lips again before he pressed a kiss on my fore head.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”, he sighed quietly before he let go of me and we got into the car.

Sam just smirked at Dean and then turned around to look at me, smirking at me as well while Dean was concentrated on the road.
“Nice hickey you got there.”, Sam mentioned and my eyes instantly widened as my hand reached up to my neck.

As soon as I locked into the mirror I saw Dean staring at me. Then he winked, making my face heat up but a smile formed on my lips.

This was the beginning of something new. Something different.
And I was really happy about Dean dreaming about me and also Sam not being awake.

Headcanons for Newt finding out you're a werewolf

. Newt noticing you coming home sometimes on late nights with cuts, bruises and sometimes large gashes

. You starting to lack the skill of making up different cover stories, so he wouldn’t worry

.You don’t want to tell him you’re a werewolf because you’re afraid he’ll kick you out, or think differently of you

. He finds out about you while you’re out looking for a creature

. You forgot it was a full moon, because you were having too much fun with Newt

. You suddenly stop, and brace yourself on a tree, head low

. Newt turns, asks if you are alright

. You look up at him, expression filled with fear and anguish, your eyes starting to turn a golden yellow

. You tell him to run, as you feel yourself slip away from consciousness

. You wake up on a cot in Newt’s shed

. You look up at him, and noticed he was covered in fresh cuts and quite a large shiner

. “Gave me quite a scare back there.” He said

. You sit up, and say, “Newt, I’m so sorry! I get it if you want me to leave, I guess I should have told this sooner. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I had told you. I’m sorry.”

. He laughs a little and retorts, “I’d never get rid of you because of this. There’s no need to apologize for anything. It’s not your fault. There’s nothing that can’t be healed with a spell.”

. The two of you spend the night talking about your history with being a werewolf, and you repeatedly saying sorry to him, which he replies with a kiss to the forehead and a, “There’s no need to be sorry love.”

🌶🌶🍞🥗Lunch today is a massive spicy “tuna” salad sarnie. Super tasty and made without oil!

Recipe for “tuna” spread (makes two very generous portions or four regular portions)

1 can chickpeas (drained and rinsed)
¼ cup canned sweet corn
2 tbsp fresh lemon juice
1 tsp black pepper
1-3 tbsp cholula (the garlic one works best)
1 tsp maggi liquid seasoning ( or just salt)
2 tbsp fresh cut chives
2 tbsp fresh cut dill
Optional 30g of low fat hummus to bind.

Just used a potato masher to crush the chickpeas (you still want some texture so try not to go mad)
Then all you gotta do is add everything give it a mix and stick it on some bread ( I am the queen of complicated recipes 😂)

I added some red onion, spinach and sriracha to make it fancy 😜

Movie Night Part 4

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2775

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) bite marks, fingering, slight oral, mention of a blow job. Fluff, yucky love stuff.

A/N: HJM, thank you so much for your request. I liked it a lot and I really hope I did it justice and brought your idea to life!

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Click. Click. Click.

You blew out a frustrated breath and dropped your pen before the clicking drove you crazy. The stupid nervous tic had started about an hour ago as you stared at the e-mails in front of you.

Tony was not going to like what Secretary Ross had to say about the Singapore mission. The United Nations wasn’t very happy either.

You propped your elbows on your desk and lowered your head into your hands. You pressed your thumbs into your temples and tried to will the headache away.

Think happy thoughts.

Bucky popped into your head. A small smile played on your lips. He had left you with plenty to think about the night before he left for Singapore with the team.

Whoever said that romance was dead, clearly had never been with Bucky Barnes.

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Crime scene photo showing defense wounds to the hand.

The presence of numerous fresh cuts, bruises, and scratches on a deceased body highly suggests they died trying to to fight off an attacker or defend themselves against a weapon.

People who are attacked by surprise or who are approached with a weapon will almost always hold their arms in front of themselves to shield their bodies from injury. As a result, most victims of violent crimes sustain irregular injuries to their forearms and hands. Occasionally the attack is so frenzied, and the victim fights back so hard, that the offender may cut or maim themselves in the process, which is why its incredibly important to always collect evidence from a victims hands and under their fingernails when investigating a homicide.

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The Chronicles of Narnia + Scent

P.P. → Dry firewood, open grass field, metal sword and armor

S.P. → Hint of cinnamon, tempting roses, cool deep forest

E.P. → Earthy dry leaves, sweet Turkish Delight icing, mossy wood

L.P. → Juicy wild berries, blends of flowers, fresh cut grass

C.X → Wooden barrels, dusty old books, salty crashing waves

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Leonard McCoy x Reader

1,666 words

Beta: @trekken81

Triggers: None, but if you find something that should be tagged let me know

Soulmate AU: You thought you were one of the few people born without a soulmate until Jim’s meddling and the touch of a Doctor prove you wrong.

Originally posted by ensignspace


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Owner - Part II

You couldn’t believe you’d said it.

Reality was settling in very quickly. You’d taken in a hybrid boy that was no doubt younger than you. He’d told you his rough beginnings and how he was used to being taken advantage of, and here you were, taking advantage of him and his situation.

Guilt washed over you, however Jungkook didn’t seem nearly as effected as you were.

“How long for?”

You thought about it.

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