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anonymous asked:

So maybe I could have Tony who finally decides to try and trust someone and so he tells Rhodey (at MIT) about his past, what had really hurt him (not having any friends, people laughing at him, Howard not caring about him at all) and how he feels because of it. He's the most vulnerable he has ever been while saying all this to Rhodey, but he decides that he has to trust someone eventually and he doesn't think Rhodey will ever use it against him.

It is so hard to figure out whether to call him Jim or Rhodey I want to die. I’m going with Jim this time, because it’s from his point of view, mostly. Not sure if this turned out exactly how you meant, but I hope it’s okay anyway! Watch out for under the cut!

You can also find this on Ao3 here.


Jim came back from break to find Tony sitting on his bed, carefully changing the strut on his helper-robot. It looked like the arm had been bent. He grimaced. What had Tony been trying to do that the ‘bot was bent like that? He was kind of glad it was the robot and not Tony, even if Tony did need to fix it now.

“Hey, man,” he greeted, smiling, and walked over to clap a hand on his shoulder. His smile dropped when the boy flinched. He removed his hand immediately. “Hey, you okay?”

“’m fine,” Tony mumbled, shrugging his shoulders, and kept his head down toward the robot. “How was your break? How’s your mom?”

Jim narrowed his eyes and circled around to look at his face. He ground his teeth when the younger boy turned his head to avoid his gaze. “You wanna look at me?”

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anonymous asked:

FAHC!Gavin x his S/O for #8? [the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body] xx ❤

(It’s been a while since I wrote Gavin but I hope you enjoy xx soulmate aus are my fckn jam)

Living in Los Santos you’d expect nothing less from your tattoo. Honestly, it’d be more of a shock if the first words didn’t involve some sort of crime or violence. Yours, tattooed on your upper thigh, specifically read: c’mon, love - I’ll get you out of here.

A bank robbery? A hold up at a store? Granted it wasn’t the conventional way of meeting your soulmate but you were never one for convention. You told yourself you wouldn’t go seeking out areas of high crime (though all of Los Santos was an area of high crime), but it happened anyways.

The first time you ‘accidentally’ found yourself in the midst of the robbery you, unbeknownst to yourself, spent more time worrying about finding your soulmate than actually making sure you survive long enough to meet them. It wasn’t as if no one had told you how to survive a robbery - you had tried to educate yourself before moving here - and so, when a woman entered the bank, brandishing a gun and yelling indiscriminately, you instinctively ducked behind a counter.

The robbery seemed well rehearsed; as if the woman had done it many, many times before, and it seemed as though it was over much quicker than you’d expect. Several seconds after silence had encompassed the bank you huffed. So much for being a damsel in need of rescuing - apparently you could take care of yourself without being saved.

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Prompt: ”I was wondering if you could do one where the reader became friends with Jaylah in the academy and graduated with her and you meet the crew at graduation and get a crush on Scotty and she notices, then you’re both assigned to the Enterprise and Jaylah and Jim work together to get you two to confess your feelings? And when that doesn’t work Bones faking the reader having an injury just to get Scotty to rush down and see you’re okay and he just kisses the reader? Fluffy?”- Anon

Word Count: 2,282

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience yesterday, y’all, I really appreciate it. We’re back to our regularly scheduled programming! I’m loving writing Scotty fluff, yo, this bugger is so damn cute. Please enjoy!

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 45,960/50,000

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The Big Day

Title: The Big Day
Rating: PG (Mild Language)
Characters/Pairings: Roman Reigns/OC, Dean Ambrose/Renee Young
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this small piece of fiction. All recognizable names belong to their respective owners.
Summary: The best man always gives the groom a little speech before he says I Do. It turns out to be a big day for the both of them.

-The Big Day-

“Alright boys, disperse! This shindig goes down in a half hour and the best man needs to have a little chit-chat with the man of the hour…” Dean’s face lit up, watching the other groomsmen look over at him as he came through the door. Matt Anoa'i, Jimmy and Jey Uso as well as Seth Rollins all gave the groom a final hug and a handshake before filing out past Ambrose to help user in guests as they arrived to the resort.

“Should I sit down for this?” Roman laughed, watching Dean walk toward him. Both men were dressed in crisp suits and ties, not a hair out of place. Dean motioned for two chairs next to huge bay windows, dark blue Atlantic Ocean as far as the eye could see in either aerial direction.

“Yeah, you probably should. I’m about to go all emotional best friend–best man on you.” They share a hearty laugh as they both take a seat. Looking down from the window you could see the wedding grounds on the back lawn of the Oceanside resort. White chairs lined in rows on either side of the isle covered in fuchsia colored rose petals. The warm, early morning south Florida sun beamed brightly.

Roman leaned over with his elbows on his knees as he waited for the first of Dean’s many speeches for his big day. Ambrose may not have very many serious bones in his body and was usually the one making everyone laugh but when it came down to it, he could move mountains with his words when they truly came from his heart.

“Dude, when I woke up this morning and realized today was the day, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. I can’t believe after all that skirt we chased you’re finally settling down with one woman..” Roman smiled, watching the guests start to file out to their seats as the movement caught his light gray eyes.

“So your big opening statement is reminding me how much of manwhore I was? All of a sudden I’m not so sure I want you to make that speech at the reception later…” Dean thumped him in the arm with his fist in response.

“Shut up man, I’d never say shit like that in front of your family. You’ve got half the damn Isle of Samoa down there… But seriously man, I just never saw you as the guy that would take the plunge is all. Hell, I never thought I’d have a girlfriend either but I wouldn’t trade Renee for the world. And I know you wouldn’t trade [Y/N] either. I’ve watched you grow into an even better man than I thought you were these last two and a half years because of her. She brings out the best in you.”

Roman looked Dean square in the eye, seeing the emotion there. It was rare for him to get on this level but today was a special occasion and he wanted to make sure his best friend knew exactly how he felt and that he had his blessing before saying I Do.

“When I went to check on Renee a few minutes ago I saw her…” He paused, putting his hand on Roman’s shoulder giving it a squeeze. “Dude never in a million years could you imagine how stunning she looks today. You’re going to lose your mind when she comes down that isle, I promise you that.” Roman’s smile turned into a giddy grin as he tried to picture seeing his beautiful bride for the first time as she walked down the isle to become his wife.

“I have no doubt she looks gorgeous man, she always does. Not to mention she’s been worrying over everything for the last six months…” Roman licked his lips and shifted in his seat. The anticipation was starting to build as he felt the tightening in his chest increase. He couldn’t believe the day was finally here either. Dean shook his head, knowing Roman didn’t fully understand what he was referring to.

“It isn’t that. It isn’t the dress, the hair, the shoes or the make-up. She’s a knockout man, anyone with eyes could see that from miles away. But today is different. Today is her wedding day. She hasn’t just been planning this for only six months, she’s been dreaming about this day since she was a little kid. Marrying you today will become the greatest day of her life. Every bit of emotion and love that she feels for you, you can see it on her face–in her eyes. That’s what stunned me. I could visible see it all.”

“I hope you can see that in me too..” Roman started, letting Dean’s words sink in. “I know we wrote our own vows and I know how good you and Seth thought they were when I read them last night but I still don’t think I’ve done justice. How are you supposed to put into words what your feel inside for the love of your life? Your soul mate?”

“Rome, don’t worry. Those vows are going to have every female in the joint reaching for the Kleenex. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are today. And I know as you start your lives together that will only continue. You and [Y/N] deserve all the happiness in the world…” Dean paused, running a shaky hand through his dirty blond hair. “As for knowing how to tell the love of your life what you feel inside, I’ll let you know.”

Roman eyed him, his eyebrows coming together at the tone he switched to. “What? You’ve got something up your sleeve Ambrose.. I can sense it.” Dean laughed.

“I’m going to ask Renee to marry me.” At first Roman thought he was kidding, honestly. Since he was getting married today, Ambrose was going to try to…

Roman saw that tell-tell gleam in Dean’s eye and the way he nervously began to shift in his seat now that he’d dropped this bombshell.

He wasn’t kidding.

“You’re serious?” Roman asked as he tightened the slick bun that his hair was tied up in.

“Oh I am, Uce…” Dean paused, smiling so big his dimples hurt. Roman looked at him, eyeing him again as his mouth fell open in shock. He never thought Dean would ever find the one even though Roman told him all the time how Renee was perfect for him.

“Seriously dude? You’re going to ask her? You bought a ring?” Roman questioned, still unable to wrap his mind around the fact that Dean definitely wasn’t kidding and actually planned to settle down just like Roman was doing today.

“Yeah, bro. I bought it last weekend during that sting of shows we did in New York. The more I thought about your wedding and the happier I saw [Y/N] get the closer we came to today I just.. I don’t know. I just feel like Renee is the one. Sometimes I feel like I’ve lost my mind but then I see her and I just know…”

“When are you going to ask her?” Roman asked, thankful that the spotlight was off him if only for a moment. It was helping to calm his own nerves seeing as he was about to give someone else his last name in a matter of minutes.

“Well…” Dean rubbed a hand across the stubble on his chin. “I was thinking about asking her at the end of my Best Man speech during your reception.. If you think that would be okay with [Y/N]. I don’t want her to think I’m trying to steal her thunder or anything…”

“No,” Roman chuckled, grinning at his best friend. “That’s her best friend. I think she’ll be just as excited and happy as Renee is going to be when you get down on one knee…” Roman paused, shaking his head. “Holy shit man, I never thought I’d see this day. We’re hanging up our bachelor boots and will be off the market for good!”

“I know man, can’t believe this old tag-team has finally met their match. Speaking of your match, the main event of your life is about to start,” Dean told him, standing up with Roman. They stared at each other a moment longer before hugging tightly like the brothers that they felt they truly were. Pulling back Dean adjusted Roman’s tie and dusted off the shoulders of his suit. “Let’s go give this little lady a last name she can’t pronounce.” Roman laughed, shaking his head as she followed Dean out the door and down to his wedding ceremony.

-End.
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in•ti•ma•cy (ˈɪn tə mə si) 

1. the state of being intimate. 2. a close, familiar, and affectionate personal relationship. 3. a close association with or deep understanding of a place, subject, etc.
4. an act or expression serving as a token of familiarity or affection