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Interrogation Room

Summary: Detective AU; Your day starts with a handsome detective Winchester arresting you for a crime you didn’t commit.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 4 870 

Warnings: Mild swearing, slowburn romance, AU

A/N: Written for @luci-in-trenchcoats writing challenge Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge. I hope you will all enjoy it :)

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Another Chance

Happy Valentine’s Day @cami-nts I hope you enjoy! - your VSV

Stark white numbers and formulas and words floated about against a blackboard background in Lance’s head, colliding like gas molecules. A cloud of chalk dust flew into his line of sight like a disturbance. Lance thought the dust had a weird voice. He almost felt his brow furrow.

“I said the library’s closing, sir!”

Lance jolted awake, his head flying off the open book where it had landed when he fell asleep. His joints ached and his whole body was stiff. He looked up to see a guard standing over him, glaring somewhat judgmentally.

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (11/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1509
Warnings: Domestic Abuse, fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays. Posting today because yesterday was a holiday and I couldn’t post.

Originally posted by whatwasdead

11pm Sunday Night, Stark Tower

It had been decided that Tony would stay with Y/N while the rest of the team went on the mission. They were scheduled to leave the next morning and would be gone for the rest of the week. Y/N had fixed a full meal for them that night and everyone sat around the table after the food was gone, patting their full stomachs and talking. Y/N sat back in her chair between Tony and Nat and let her heart soak it all up. They weren’t just treating each other like a team, or even like friends, they were a family.

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Prompt: From anon: Hey, first of all, I love your stories! ❤️ Could you maybe write a Leonard McCoy Imagine with the Reader being selectively mute and he somehow manages to “make her talk to him”, if it’s not too much? I am selectively mute so it’s quite difficult and most of the time even impossible for me to socialise. Would be really cool :) 
Word Count: 1814
Author’s Note: I know this was a specific Bones request, but Spock hasn’t had a lot of action on my dash ever, and I felt he needed to be seen a little. Hope you like the fic, Nony!

“Y/N, do you have the samples ready for processing?” Spock stood beside you, looking over your shoulder. You nodded, and handed him the tray of vials. He nodded his thanks and stepped away, heading to the mass spectrometer. You were so grateful for the quiet way Spock just accepted you. He’d never questioned why you found it so difficult to speak, he just adapted his communication style to meet your needs. His messages to you were clear and concise and he’d commented on how well you expressed yourself through writing, which made it easier for him to just keep verbal communication to questions that could be answered with a nod or shake of the head. He might not completely understand your condition, but he respected your mind, and ensured you felt like a valuable and appreciated member of the Science division.

You checked your duty list, and proceeded to the next task. You were going to be working with some volatile chemicals. Spock seemed to assign you those duties a lot. He’d explained once that it was a question of logic to do so. You didn’t engage in social conversations while you worked, and therefore were less likely to be distracted by the other crew in the lab. This made your safety precautions more effective. You didn’t really mind. You knew that being diligent with your tasks would eventually lead to a promotion, which you’d never really considered when you first joined Starfleet, but you’d begun to realize was a very real possibility under the fair supervision of Spock.

It was nearing the end of your shift, and the captain had announced shore leave around the midpoint of the shift, so the crew was feeling distracted and rowdy. You knew you had enough time to get the investigation started, and once the chemicals were mixed, they needed nearly a week to sit before you could progress. Having shore leave in the mix was going to make the progress of the investigation feel a lot faster. You really wanted to have those first steps complete before you got on the shuttle to Risa. As you poured a particularly caustic chemical from its container into the measuring beaker, you got jostled by another lab technologist, and splashed the chemical on your arm. In surprise and pain, you cried out. It was the first time anyone in the lab had heard your voice, and Spock was over to you in an instant. He didn’t need to hear any explanations from the other crew member to know what had happened, and he led you swiftly over to the shower, rinsing the wound thoroughly. He drew the shower curtain to protect your modesty, and took a pair of scissors from the hook in the shower, cutting away your uniform with a cool indifference that made you feel safe, despite your nudity. He continued to focus the spray of the shower on the red areas of your skin, keeping one eye on the timer and another on your burns.

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I just saw some (very cute) fanart of Michael Burnham and the Doctor–as in Who, not EMH, and as in the new lady incarnation. That got me thinking about posts I saw earlier this year pointing out how there was a lot less noise on Tumblr about having a black female lead for Star Trek than there was about having a white female lead for Doctor Who.

Sure, many factors undoubtedly influenced the discrepancy…but it’s impossible that race had nothing to do with it. These are both major sci-fi franchises, and the contrast was so huge. Heck, I am a Star Trek blogger who follows 90% Star Trek blogs, and my dash EXPLODED when the Doctor Who announcement hit in a way it never did for Sonequa’s casting.

As the first part of Disco’s first season draws to a close, I don’t think that we, the white Star Trek fans of Tumblr, have been even close to as enthusiastic and supportive of Michael and her actress as we should have been. As we would have been if she was white. Obvious disclaimer: I’m white; my perspective is therefore limited and I’ll never have the same understanding of racism in fandom as the fans of color who are actually impacted by it. Buuut it shouldn’t have to be the job of non-white fans to point out every time white fandom has screwed up, so, from my own limited perspective, this is what I’ve seen.

Now that fandom has had our little Trekkie hands on Discovery for a full half-season, the difference in how Michael has been treated by fandom is huge and extremely noticeable. I am originally a Voyager fan, so I’ve seen how the Voyager fandom, in large part, revolves around Janeway…as it logically should, what with her being the badass, compassionate, multifaceted protagonist. Michael is a badass, compassionate, multifaceted protagonist. Disco fandom doesn’t revolve around Michael.

Beyond that observation, which admittedly has no perfect control variable… the white characters in Discovery (Tilly, Lorca, Cornwell, etc)–the people we could consider Michael’s direct “competition” for Discovery Tumblr’s time and enthusiasm and fangirling–have been getting a ton of airplay. Based on my dash, which is about as Michael-saturated as I can make it, some of these white characters have at times individually received as much (if not more) attention than Michael; add them together, and they certainly have.

The thing about systemic racism like this is that it’s no one person’s fault. No one is being a Bad Person, and if you love any of the white characters on Disco, I promise I’m not vaguing you, or suggesting that you shouldn’t love the characters you love. Michael doesn’t have to be your favorite character. (And it’s not like pretending to the world or to yourself that she is, purely based on race, just so that you can feel/seem Progressive and Woke, wouldn’t also be extremely gross.)

But she definitely shouldn’t be a disregarded character of fandom as a whole. And since fandom is made up of fans…it’s on us, the white fans of this show, to question whether and why that’s happening, even in the comparatively inclusive community that is Tumblr fandom.

Once specific type of racism I think might be causing white fans to ignore characters of color is the way we all grew up in a culture that tells us that diverse books and shows and characters are only “for” the group being represented. From earliest childhood, white dolls and white Disney princesses are “for” everyone, while non-white characters are “for” little kids of color. Remember how surprised people where when Doc McStuffins, to quote an actual mainstream article published within the last decade, “crossed over?”

Add that to the subtle traces of all the acutely horrible racist beliefs that even the “woke”-est of white people will always carry in this place and time, and, well.

We may have been raised from toddlerhood that non-white dolls and books and characters weren’t “for us;” we may have been raised in a society that trains us to think and act in a thousand and one racist ways…but it’s on us, now, collectively, to change that.

At the very least, let’s think critically about why we love the characters we love, and how we choose the characters we include in our own original content. And hey…maybe go ahead and reblog that awesome Michael Burnham fan art or gifset that comes up on your dash. We can’t stop systemic fandom racism overnight, but we’ll never even put a dent in it if we don’t choose to put in the thought and put in the effort.

Time Out

Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Summary: After weeks of far too many nursing shifts, McCoy whisks his wife away for a weekend of relaxation.
Word Count: 2948
Warnings: No plot. Fluff.
Rating: PG-13? I don’t know.
Note: So, not my usual style and not too sure about this. Reader insert (or maybe it’s an imagine, I don’t know) and fluff aren’t my thing but, uh, here you go? Happy birthday, Jo! (@star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​) 

Originally posted by kimmiearrington89

“Let’s go,” Leonard McCoy said, grabbing you by the arm and putting the chart you had just picked up back on the counter in one smooth motion as he half-steered and half-dragged you down the hall. You stumbled after him as his long legs outpaced you, but your husband had a firm grip and wasn’t letting go.

“The staffing clerk wanted to talk to me–” You managed to yank your arm out of his grip and watched him continue a few paces down the hall before realizing he had lost something. He stopped and looked back at you, frowning as he retraced his steps.

“She can go fish. We discussed this last night.” He slid his arm around your waist and waited for you to stop resisting. It wasn’t like you wanted another shift anyway, you just didn’t enjoy being kidnapped off your unit. At the elevators, Leonard punch the elevator button and leaned against the wall. You could see the bags under his eyes from his own patient overload. He pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I just want to get the hell out of here before–”

“Oh, there you are! I thought you were going to stop by–”

Leonard glared over your head at the clerk and punched the elevator button again. “The answer is no.”

“Excuse me?” The clerk’s expression vacillated between affronted and scared, eventually settling on the latter. It was no secret at the hospital that a scowling Leonard McCoy was not to be trifled with. Actually, it wasn’t much of a secret among his family either.

“You’re going to ask her to work another shift and give up her weekend. Well, you can damn well ask someone else. She’s taking the weekend off and that’s that.” This time he punched the elevator button with enough force that the clerk flinched. “What the hell is taking so long?”

“I wouldn’t normally ask, but I’ve already asked everyone else–”

“Then ask them again. She’s worked 72 hours every week for the last month. I know for a damn fact other nurses have had more time off even with the overcrowding so find someone else.” The elevator opened and Leonard guided you inside before stepping in himself and hitting the button for the parkade level. “Damn town is full of nurses sitting on their asses. Go get one of them, this one’s taking a four-day weekend.”

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Beauty and the Beast Ch. 5

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

Requested by: @yourtropegirl

Special thanks: @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being my idea bouncer and helping me slog through this story.

Star Trek AU -  Leonard x Reader - 2,317 word(s) - maybe a little angsty?

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Tags: @outside-the-government @hellhoundsandunicorns @kirk-enterprise@aeryntheofficial @dolamrothianlady @dragons-of-the-usa @imagineangryspacegrump@fanscribbling @pokeharvest@captainjimsexypantskirk @starmission @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @elenawrit @malindacath @janora00 @lovelyturtle36 @arrowsshootyouforwards @agentpeggyfreakingcarter

Let’s try this again. Sorry guys!

You were a bit stunned to say the least. You just stared up at Leonard’s face for a few seconds, with your mouth slightly open, taking in his request. Leonard’s face started to fall the longer you stared up at him speechless.

“I mean, if you don’t want to…” Leonard started, frowning slightly.

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I don’t think I’ve ever done one of these before??? On Bucky or on any of my other blogs, so I figured it was about time. I want to share with everyone some of the people who are my most favorite writers on Tumblr. Each and every one of you is so talented, accomplished and awesome, and I look forward to continuing to drool over all of the content you guys bring to the dash every single day. These are the people that make Tumblr such a fun experience for me and everybody else, and I obviously recommend that you check them all out and give them the love, attention, hugs and kisses that they deserve!!! I tried not to tag any person more than once, but just because I tagged one of your blogs over the other doesn’t mean I don’t love your other blog(s) too!!! I love seeing every muse that all of you have to offer. 

Now let’s get this party started!!!


★ @asgardianhammer ★ @bcwtruckled ★ @bcywonder ★ @brainsnbeauty
★ @brooklynsoul ★ @drcylewis ★ @emmreth ★ @fastiell ★ @fatherofmachine@fearmaiden ★ @frcgilehearts​ ★ @friendoftheood ★ @icarusmarked ★ @ideolgue@itsybitsyparker ★ @lethiferxus ★ @liibxrte ★ @mancfiron ★ @nofortunateson@oftwentyeight@tclcpathy@tetramother ★ @thesecondmost@toskavechnyy@vandync@vdoviism@waiitress@waywardoakdown@whskeylullaby


Under the cut there are a TON of sappy and embarrassing things about a few people that I care about very much. It’s a mess of memes and words that probably don’t make a lick of sense, but overall, the message I’m trying to get across is: thank you, to all of you. 

You guys are the best.

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fic: etchings

pair: iwa ღ oikawa
notes: soulmate au. where when you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well [].

Oikawa is only a child when he picks up a pen, flips over his best friend’s hand, and draws a cluster of stars on the inside of his wrist. The boys stare, transfixed, at what they see unfold before their eyes.

Following that, it becomes a favorite pass-time.

Iwa-chan’s body is a canvas, and Oikawa delights in tracing patterns over his skin: stars and scribbles and superhero phrases, things he copies from his volleyball magazines and things he lets his imagination bring to life.

His mother is stern with him, once. “Stop that, Tooru. You’ll give Hajime-kun ink poisoning at this rate.”

Both boys hesitate, trading secret glances, before Oikawa turns over his own hand to show off the cluster of fading stars drawn on the inside of his wrist. “But it’s so cool, look. Whatever I draw on Iwa-chan shows up on me too! It’s like—magic!”

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Blackout (Hamilsquad x Reader, Platonic)

Word Count: 942

Genre: Platonic happiness (I don’t care if that’s not a genre, I’m making it one.)

Request/Summary: In honor of our first snow of the season today (where I live), I decided to write a fic set when it’s snowing. I was going to do just a John Laurens one but I wanted to give the whole squad some first snow glory (:

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader: Platonic

AU: Modern (Again…)

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N- Herc is speaking google translated Irish when he says “Cac.”. He was born in Ireland, I don’t know if he lived there long enough to speak the language, but whatever.

“Hey Alex, are you coming to movie night tonight?” You asked excitedly, slinging your arm across his shoulders.

“(Y/N), it’s gonna snow again tonight.” He responded.

“C’mon, pleeeeaaaassseee! All the rest of the guys are coming!” You begged. “You can come early, or-or-or I’ll drive you! C’mon Alex, I’ll drive you!”

“I’ll think about it.” He said, pushing you off of him.

“Oh, you’re just saying that to get me off your back.” You pouted.

“Maybe.” He laughed.

“John will be there.” You sang teasingly.

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Continuation of “Override

Part of the “Nocturne” series

Incorporating this from @thefandomimagine: “Imagine McCoy having to call your death” 

From this series: Nocturne || Shipmate || Inflection || Override || thanks to @heilith for the Russian song suggestion and translation

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Finally Found A Match - Part 2 (Pavel Chekov Imagine)

Originally posted by travelerwithanocarina

You were just finishing up an analysis of some sort of new bacteria that was found on a nearby planet and its effects on living tissue, and taking down notes of different properties that could be used to create an antidote or remedy for any diseases caused by that bacteria when a sudden hissing sound announced the opening of the Medbay doors; a new arrival?

“I’m sorry, but if you require treatment you’ll have to wait a few moments as I put this equipment away, please,” You said over your shoulder, speaking to whoever it was that had walked in. An Ensign or Lieutenant that had probably injured themselves doing something in line with whatever their respective field was, no doubt.

“Vell, I’m okay vith vaiting, but I truly hope I don’t need to be treated for something because zhen I vould be in reel trouble,” a heavily accented yet young voice replied, and you perked up immediately and a smile appeared on your face at the sound of the voice; Chekov. You turned around to see the charming young Russian leaning against one of the medical beds, his arms crossed over his chest, a smile on his face as he gazed at you.

“I can imagine,” You replied with a laugh, before finishing to put your stuff away, “So, I guess you’re here on official business, then, Mr. Chekov?” At this, Chekov made a funny face before saying, “Pleaze, call me Pavel. As you said earlier, being called ‘Mr. Chekov’ makes me feel old. And yes, I do believe I promised you a tour of ze ship.”

“Indeed you did, and I’m glad to see you remembered your promise!” You confirmed happily as you walked over to the Ensign, who was smiling back at you, his blueish-green eyes sparkling somewhat. ‘Wow, corny much (Y/N)?’ You thought to yourself, mentally slapping yourself for thinking like a lovesick schoolgirl, ‘You haven’t got time for all this. Get over it.’ “So, shall ve get going?” Chekov asked, gesturing towards the Medbay doors, politely inviting you to go first as he snapped you out of your thoughts. You smiled at him before bowing your head graciously and heading out of the Medbay, and tried to focus on what Chekov was telling you about the many different parts of the Enterprise

After maybe an hour and a half, the two of you had managed to cover most of the key aspects of the ship, such as the engineering department (meaning the warp core and surrounding areas), the weapons bay, the transporter room, the prison blocks, the different science and communication departments, as well as the bridge and dining halls and your personal favorite, the observation deck. You could gaze at millions of stars and even travel from one planet to another using the Enterprise’s advanced technology and database through which you could learn about those planets and stars and planetoids. 

“Oh my God, this is incredible! And you’ve been working on this ship since you were seventeen? Man, I’m so jealous right now,” You exclaimed as you practically waltzed around the observation deck, marveling at the many wonders offered by space that you had yet to see. What you didn’t know was that Chekov was watching you with a small smile on his face; you were positively charming, and he couldn’t help watching you as you ran around, looking happier than he had ever seen somebody be. It was an incredible feeling, the one he got every time he saw you. He had only met you earlier that day but it seemed that there was something about you that had captured his attention so completely and so suddenly that he couldn’t stop this. Whatever this was.

“Yes, it iz qvite beautiful, izn’t it? I love coming here vhen I feel homesick or upset or just to think,” Chekov responded softly, approaching the window that let you gaze out at and beyond whatever was in sight, standing next to you. He was a head taller than you, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself upon noticing this. Your (E/C) eyes sparkled with joy and wonder as you gazed out, and your smile could make flowers grow. ‘Соберись , Павел’ He thought to himself, trying to snap himself out of it. However, another small voice popped into his mind, ‘Но она так красива……

“Pavel? You okay?” You asked him quietly, noticing the conflicted look on his face. He quickly snapped out of it and smiled down at you, “Yes, yes, I am fine. Sorry, I vas lost in thought.” “Happen often, does it?” You teased him lightly, and Chekov reacted as being jokingly insulted, “Vhat are you insinuating, (Y/N)?” “Oh, nothing negative, my Russian friend. Just that whatever’s running in your mind seems clearly more interesting that what’s happening here,” You continued to tease him, but now, Chekov’s face became serious, “No, never. Zhat would be both incorrect and rude.”

“”Incorrect and rude”, you say? My, my, Ensign, you’re beginning to sound more and more like Mr. Spock!” You said, trying to lighten up his tone. Luckily, this time it worked, and Chekov smiled, just gazing down at you. This was going to be an amazing friendship.


It was chaos. People were running through the hallways either screaming or armed and ready to fight the enemies that had boarded the Enterprise. You were in the Medbay, desperately trying to patch up people as they arrived, but even with the full medical staff running at full steam, you were still short on help. You were breathing hard and trying to catch your breath as you went from person to person, trying to help as best you could. You were absolutely terrified, no doubt about it, but your biggest fear lay for your best and closest friend; Pavel Chekov.

Over the three months, the two of you had gotten closer than any two people on the ship; you knew each other’s deepest secrets and worst fears, and you had been practically joined at the hip since you met. Pavel spent almost all his free time with you, whether it was actually being with you during one of your extended shifts, or just hanging out on the observation deck, reading and talking, and vice-versa. The two of you were constantly together, and nobody dared to tear you two apart. In fact, most of the times when the two of you passed Captain Kirk or Sulu or Bones in the halls, they winked at the two of you or smirked or made an off-hand comment about the two of you being inseparable. The truth was, however much you refused to admit it, was that you had fallen in love with the Russian Ensign. His personality, his spirit, his humor, his heart, his mind, his smile, his laugh, him. This terrified you, though, because if Pavel found out and the feelings weren’t mutual, there went your friendship and everything with it. Game over.

“(Y/L/N)! I need you to get to the Bridge and escort some of the medical team there!” Bones shouted at you, just as a loud explosion rocked the ship. You grabbed the nearest bed to you and hung on for dear life, trying not to fall over as you nodded at Bones and shouted back, “Yes, sir!” As soon as the ship was stabilized, you stood up, swiftly running to where you kept your phaser and retrieving and setting it up before collecting the medical team designated for the trip and dashing out of the Medbay, weapon at the ready.

The group moved slowly with you in the lead, your phaser ready to shoot any enemy crossing your path. At one point, as you covered the group as they went through a large intersection, an explosion went off not ten meters away from you. You let out a loud cry as you were blasted backwards against the wall, the cry being silenced halfway as your head smashed into the wall. 

Your whole body radiated with pain as black spots and stars blotted out your vision. You faintly registered falling to the ground, but you were surprised to still be conscious after the violence with which you were thrown against the wall. You felt something warm and sticky pooling beneath your head as well as going down the side of your face, and you knew immediately that you were bleeding. Badly. You let out a soft, pained moan as you spotted multiple people in blue coming towards you, and next thing you knew, you were no longer lying on the ground; the medical team had come back to retrieve you.

The pain in your body, and especially in your head, intensified with every moment, but you clung to consciousness as you mumbled, “Put me down, I’ll be okay.” The officer carrying you looked down at you like you were crazy, but after insisting multiple times, he finally set you on your feet. You stumbled for the first few steps before regaining your balance, getting your phaser back at the ready as you tried to focus. But your vision was blurry beyond belief and you felt as though the world around you was spinning like a top. 

Pull yourself together, (Y/L/N). You need to get to the Bridge. You need to get to Pavel,’ You thought to yourself, trying to fix your concentration and ability to protect the group. Luckily, this motivation to go see Pavel seemed to work like a charm, and you managed to get the medical team to the Turbolift. You got them to go in two groups, and you joined the second group. As the elevator shot upwards, your vision began to blur once more, and the world began to spin violently once more. You could see some of the other medical officers staring at you concernedly, but you ignored it. You had to see Pavel.

As the door opened onto the bridge, you heard Pavel shouting, “Ve have hull breeches on levels three, eight, sewenteen and twenty-two!” You gazed around to see that everybody on the bridge was working frantically at their stations, and the noise level brought the pain in your had to a nearly intolerable level. You took a few steps forwards, and stumbled over your own feet, your balance disappearing. You faintly registered something wet and hot dripping from your nose, and when you brought your hand up to stop it, it came back glistening red with blood. 

“(Y/N)! Oh my God!” You heard Lieutenant Uhura yell, and you looked up to see multiple crew members staring back at you in horror or disbelief. Pavel was among them. You could see the terror in his eyes, the worry on his face as he stared at you. You gave a weak smile before mumbling, “P-Please inform Bones…..escort was a success.” At that, you noticed Pavel standing up and running towards you, his arm beginning to extend towards you. However, everything seemed to go in slow motion, and as the floor came up to meet you and the world faded away, you could’ve swore you heard him yell, “(Y/N)! NO!”

Pavel managed to catch you just before you made contact with the floor, but at that point, you had already fallen unconscious. Pavel could feel his heart pounding frantically in his chest as he held you tightly in his arms, trying to wake you as he shouted your name over and over. What if you never woke up? What if Pavel never got to tell you that he loved you? Because he did. He had fallen for you. Hard. Since day one, he knew that whatever he had with you was going to be special. He knew that you were special. But now…..now everything was threatened as you lay in his arms, head and nose bleeding profusely. 

Your skin was so pale in contrast to the blood that stained it, and even now, you looked so innocent, so…..vulnerable that it made Pavel’s heart hurt. “(Y/N)! (Y/N), please! Vake up! Vake up! Вставай! Пожалуйста, проснись! я люблю тебя!” He shouted over and over, his blue-green eyes filling with tears of panic and worry as he shook you gently, desperately trying to wake you. But nothing seemed to be working as you just laid there in his arms, motionless and so unbelievably pale. Pavel kept crying your name, begging you to wake up in both English and Russian as he hugged you close, pressing soft kisses to your hairline and forehead as silent tears went down his face.

As other members of the Bridge crew watched in horror and devastation, a medical officer quickly stepped forth and checked your pulse before looking up and declaring, “She’s alive. But if she stays here, she won’t be for much longer. Alert Dr. McCoy that Ensign (Y/L/N) has been gravely injured and requires immediate assistance and that she will be escorted down to the Medical Bay!” At this, Pavel immediately stood up, gently holding you bridal style in his arms as he turned to Captain Kirk and just managed to get out, “Keptin, may I request permission to escort (Y/N) dovn to Medical?” 

Kirk, who knew of the Russian’s feelings for you, looked at him sympathetically before nodding and saying, “Mr. Chekov, you don’t need my permission for this. I understand completely. Now, get Ms. (Y/L/N) to Medical immediately, and stay with her. If you’re needed, I’ll inform Bones immediately.” Pavel nodded his head, tears steadily streaming down the young man’s face as he turned and all but ran into the Turbolift. Everything seemed to go in slow motion; him holding you close in the lift, his sprinting down the hallway with you in his arms, arriving at the Medbay and being greeted by and emergency medical team, you being taken from his grasp and taken away to be analyzed and helped, him looking down at his hands which were now covered in your blood, and him falling to his knees as he began to sob quietly.

The medical staff just watched him with sadness and sympathy, but nobody approached him until Bones kneeled down in front of him some considerable amount of time later and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Hey, kid. (Y/N)’s gonna be okay. She’s been patched up and will be okay. She woke up about five minutes ago, and I think you oughta go see her.” At this, Pavel’s eyes widened and before he knew it, he was running to your bedside as you smiled up at him weakly.

“Hey, Pasha,” you said weakly, using his pet name as you gazed up at him. Your eyes widened when you saw the tears on his cheeks, “Pasha? Are you okay?” At this, Pavel couldn’t help but burst into tears before leaning down and hugging you tightly to him. “O-Oh, (Y/N)! God, I thought you vere dead! You scared me so badly! Oh, God! I br-brought you here az soon az possible!” He cried into your shoulder, as you shushed him gently and rubbed his back soothingly with one hand while the other ran through his curly hair. “Pasha……it’s okay. I’m fine. Just a bit banged up, is all. Thank you for bringing me here. I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t,” You whispered gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Please, don’t ever do zat to me again, (Y/N). I love you too much to nearly loze you again,” Pavel said, before freezing in place. You felt your eyes widening as you gazed up at him, both your faces turning red. Did he just say what you think he said? You looked up at him, but before he could say anything, you smiled and pulled him down gently for a kiss, bringing your lips to his. He didn’t react for half a second before kissing back with almost everything he had in him; he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

When the two of you pulled apart, all you could do was smile and say, “I love you too, Pasha. So much.” The moment those words came out of your lips, Pavel relaxed and a smile appeared on his face as he leaned down to give you another kiss, a gentler and more tender one. “I love you, (Y/N). I love you, I love you, I love you,” he breathed out, his heart beating violently in his chest as you both smiled.

“Well, guess Captain Kirk was right, Pasha,” You chuckled lightly.

“About vhat, дорогой?”

“They really did finally find you a match.”

“Yes, they did. And I am forever grateful.”


-Соберись , Павел - Pull yourself together, Pavel.

-Но она так красива - But she is so beautiful.

-Вставай! Пожалуйста, проснись! я люблю тебя! - Get up! Please, wake up! I love you!

-дорогой- My dear

I apologize if my translations are horribly inadequate. I used Google Translate.

Heaven Is A Place On Earth (GabrielxReader)

Request: After the angels fell Gabe fell from heaven too and he got into some kind of fight with angels that wanted to kill him and got severely injured.So he goes asking for help at the first house he sees in his way(readers house)and she helps him but she doesnt know that he is the archangel Gabriel just some guy in need of help(she isnt a hunter).And he stays at her place for a long time till he recovers and they get closer to each other and he finally tells her the truth (he doesnt want to hide it from her cause he has fallen in love with her-she is everything he always wanted, also knows to cook amazing sweets) and in the beginning she freaks out but after she is ok with it in the end.FLUFFY

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence

Thanks for the Request!

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“Come out Gabriel.” A fellow angel sneered, standing in a deep forest, watching for the archangel to try and run. “Not so powerful now?”

“He said he wants him alive, Och.” Parisa reminded him.

“Can’t we play with him a little bit more first?”

“Fine.” Parisa walked closer to where Gabriel was hiding behind a large tree trunk. “You can make this easy or hard.” Her voice echoed through the forest. Gabriel could hear her foot steps approaching from the left side. Right when he thought she was close enough, he tackled her to the ground. She cried out, but it was too late as Gabriel plunged the angel blade into her.

“I’m sorry sister.” He frowned, focusing his attention to Och who was running straight at him. He dashed around the trunk as Och slashed empty air, missing him.

“Gabriel.” Och’s voice boomed, striding over to the tree. Gabriel darted further into the forest, forgetting about any type of cover. His legs were tired of the constant running and he was sure his left ankle was twisted. Drops of blood were left behind as he kept going, pushing himself in desperation. His head felt light-headed, due to the loss of blood in his abdomen.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his jacket, throwing him onto the ground. Och leaned over him with an angel blade at his throat. “Please brother.” Gabriel pleaded.

“I’m afraid this is how it has to be.”

“Alright then.” Gabriel closed his eyes and the illusion disappeared. It took Och a moment, but within that time Gabriel snuck up behind him and stabbed him with an angel blade. “I really am sorry.” He turned away, trudging through the forest. The trees cleared out, leaving a nice flat field with buildings in the middle of it. A large red barn caught his attention since it was the closest thing to him and he was too tired to walk anymore. Dawn was approaching as he headed inside, pulling back the large door. A stack of straw was in a corner next to some tools. Without another thought Gabriel laid down, curled up his body, and went to sleep.

Dick the rooster strutted around the yard calling out that it was morning. You quickly reminded yourself why you kept that noisy animal around as you rolled out of bed. Grabbing your slingshot you took a small pebble and aimed near the rooster, not to exactly kill him, but to make him shut up at least. The pebble hit the ground, bounced off, and grazed the rooster’s leg, causing him to cry out. “Sorry.” You called, peaking your head out. The rooster glared up at you before returning to the hen house.

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Figurehead (2/?)

Killian’s a royal (ass) and he and Emma have a one night stand that ends up in the headlines. She’d totally kill him if she could, but having Regina take the throne is not a preferable choice.

notes: i’ve settled on tuesdays as the posting schedule so hopefully i’ll be able to stick to that (pray for me y’all). as always, thanks to @blondecrowns and @bluestoplights for being the amazingly supportive ladies they are, and thanks to all of you for your kind words and interest in this fic!

also on ao3 and now on ffn

The second, third, and fourth links aren’t any better than the first, but silver lining? They’re written by more reputable sources than the Daily Mail so Emma isn’t characterized as some kind of female serial killer netting herself a prince - she’s just an obsessed fan wanting a piece of him.

Okay, her silver lining fucking sucks.

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bird-anxiety  asked:

Barry gets jealous about Cisco and Hartley being close now that the time line changes :P

It took Barry a full twenty-four hours to realize it.

‘It’ being the wild chemistry between Cisco and Hartley that seemed to have blossomed overnight. Apparently, he had missed a lot over the past year because when the rogue meta that they had been tracking had somehow managed to sneak her way into the Cortex (despite Cisco swearing up and down that the security was ‘new and improved’), Cisco had knocked her out cold with a sonic wave before Barry had even had a chance to move, which was an impressive feat in and of itself.

And then Caitlin and Harry were moving to transport her to the pipeline and Hartley was congratulating Cisco and giving his shoulder a squeeze and ruffling his hair. The change in Hartley was just about the closest Barry got to experiencing whiplash these days. He was the only one who remembered his organs nearly being sheared apart by the ‘Pied Piper’ after all, unless Cisco was holding back on what he retained from the old timeline.

“That’s…new,” Barry ventured tentatively when he finally recovered enough from his shock to form coherent words.

“Wait, you don’t remember? I thought when you changed the timeline you’d be caught up on what you missed.”

Barry shook his head mutely.

“Anyway, yeah, Hartley’s been with us for a while now and he’s helping me figure out these powers. He’s honestly been a huge help,” Cisco said as he gave said man a small smile.

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Ewan McBae: King of Kings
A Classic Alice Fanfic
By microbrien

I woke up this morning with a headache. Holy sneakers did I have a lot to drink last night. I have to remember: for every two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, one glass of water. You’d think I would remember by now. I should have had four-and-a-half glasses of water. I had none. I do have an excuse. But, you know. I don’t like to brag. And I won’t. ‘Cause I don’t have to.
Let’s just say… there were plenty of skill points to spread around… there were crafting recipes for legendary items all over the place… there were non-stop quests to turn in for unlimited experience… there were amazing amounts off—actually I’ve been away from MMORPG for a while and I’m having a hard time thinking of the appropriate way to phrase more of these references, so I’m just going to put it this way—Ewan McBay was power-leveling with every girl he laid eyes on last night, if you know what I mean.
You know what I mean.
You do.

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