if you don't think this should be brought back at least once a year

whoops, my hand slipped and here is a much more fic-like set of bullet points that i don’t have to heart to actually turn into a fic. part of a trilogy it seems.

one | two | three (THIS ONE!) | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • something to know about michelle: she’s very good at keeping secrets
  • once, when she was eight years old, her older brother broke the brand new watch his parents had gotten him for christmas. he begged her not to tell anyone, most especially their parents or her four year old sister who would undoubtedly tattle to their parents. she never spoke a word of it to anyone and helped him fix it as best they could so that her parents never found out.
  • then, when she was eleven, she had the biggest crush on this one girl in her class, layla. and one day, one of her best friends alex told her that he had a crush on layla. so she never spoke a word of her crush, nor of alex’s, to anyone. that is, until one day alex and layla walked around the playground at lunch time holding hands and told everyone they were now dating.
  • and then after she moved to new york, spent the year trying to find a place for herself, and then finally found and joined academic decathlon, she met peter parker and liz allan. and she knew immediately that peter parker liked liz. he always stared at her during practice and smiled at her whenever she glanced at him. she heard him talking about her at lunch. everyone knew that peter had a crush on liz. but one day after practice, she was in the bathroom stall when liz and her friend betty walked into the restoom, chatting.
  • “oh my goodness I can’t believe you have a crush on that freshman.” betty scoffed. “really liz, like half the junior class is in love with you and you’ve got heart eyes for the scrawny kid from, what is it, queens?”
  • “he’s really sweet!” liz laughed. “I think he’s really cute. he’s always nice to me. can’t I like someone who also likes me? is that really a crime?”
  • “of course not.” betty sighed. “I’m just saying. he’s a freshman, you’re a junior. in two years, you’ll be going to college and he will still be here. do you really want that?”
  • “I don’t know.” liz replied, pausing for a while before michelle heard the sink start to run water. “peter is really sweet and smart. i’d like to see what could happen.”
  • “fine, fine.” betty laughs. “but don’t wait for that boy to ask you out because he seems shocked every time you even look his way.” they both laugh and with that, walk out of the bathroom.
  • michelle never spoke of that incident to anyone either. so, she’s good at keeping quiet when she needs to be. which is why she never tells peter that she knows. knows that he spends his time stopping bank robberies, muggings, and helping old ladies cross the street. knows that he saved her friends in washington dc. knows that he’s the reason liz’s dad went to prison and she had to move to oregon. she doesn’t tell anyone this. not even peter.

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anonymous asked:

My main issue with team cap is that there seems to be this implication that he knows what's best/right. When Bucky is framed, there is footage of him (albeit a fake him) so it's not unreasonable for the government to consider him the criminal. Also, he may be a good guy but the fact remains that a series of words can send him into kill mode, as seen during his holding. That's dangerous, and I don't think it's unreasonable for the government to want him restrained. Besides, taking Bucky into the+

+ heart of the operation involving people who know how to trigger this kill mode seems like an unnecessary risk. If Bucky was brought in, Steve could have still gone on and investigated the situation, perhaps with some willing avengers at his side and proven Bucky’s innocence

Can I just say that I’m so happy you guys are messaging me about this? I fucking love talking about the MCU let’s go

Okay, so I totally understand and agree with your perspective on the “knowing what’s best” thing. I think the Avengers need to work with local governments more– they shouldn’t go trapezing into situations, just assuming they can make decisions in foreign countries. 

However, I saw that “the safest hands are still our own” line as less “my / our judgement is best” and more “I don’t trust the government.” During the collapse of Shield, Steve found out that he’s been working next to the bad guys for years without knowing, following orders because he trusted that Shield was doing the right thing because it was made by Peggy– but, like he says in Civil War, agendas change, guys like Pierce come into power, and suddenly you might not be fighting the good fight anymore.

Steve never actually argued against accountability, he argued against blind compliance. He thinks that having the Avengers making the decisions is the safest bet because, hey, at least he knows what the Avengers actually think, as opposed to some strangers on a council who doubtless have their own agendas. Still not the best approach, and I definitely think some sort of communication system or liaison with the world governments is necessary here, but I think Steve would have actually agreed to that– he just doesn’t want every decision to be put in the hands of someone else.

As for Bucky, I thought that the main issue was that he wasn’t going to be restrained– Sharon said the government had a kill order on him. No due process or anything. The only reason he was actually brought in alive was because Steve went out there and got his ass involved. But even that went to shit because Zemo infiltrated the government as a psychiatrist, brainwashed Bucky, and had him attack Steve. So I mean, sure, Bucky probably shouldn’t have been involved in a fight with the people who know his trigger words, but the alternative was leaving him in Ross’s care, which already fucked them over once (seriously how did no one notice Zemo wasn’t the psychiatrist they hired like-), so I can see why they weren’t exactly stoked to turn him back in, given that they had evidence that the government could be pretty easily infiltrated.

Basically Team Iron Man, as described by Tony himself, was “we need to be put in check, whatever form that takes I’m game,” which made me uncomfortable because I think that Tony was really just throwing his faith at anyone that wasn’t himself (seriously can someone give this man a hug and some therapy with a non-nazi psych). And I do think the movie presented that as being a bad idea. The situation was complicated but I definitely still jive more with Cap on this one, I don’t know.

Who Says

Characters: Alpha Steve Rogers x Beta Cherry Bomb

Who says things have to be the way they are? Who says things have to follow the natural order of things? Who says you can’t be with the one you love even though they might not be what was intended for you?

A/N: I really have no clue what the fuck I’m doing. And I’m so sorry. This probably sucks and I promise I’ll never write another A/B/O fic again. Everything I know about the Omegaverse, I picked up from fics I’ve read and from the A/B/O Wikipedia page. The core idea stuck with me and it wasn’t until I read a wonderful fic by @sherrybaby14 that I became inspired. And I’d really like to thank @ursulaismymiddlename for answering my Omegaverse questions and having confidence in me that this doesn’t, in fact, suck.

Angst. Smut. Feels. Some fluff if you squint.

“Ok, sweetheart. You’re cut off.” The bartender tapped Cherry’s head where it lay on the bar.
“I’m not drunk, Larry. You just activated the spin cycle on the bar.”
He chuckled. “Oh lord. Cherry, go out to the beer garden and get some air before you throw up.”
“Yes, Larry.”
“Want me to call him?” She groaned and pouted, slumping her shoulders back like a toddler in a tantrum as she trudged out to the low lit beer garden. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Larry picked up her phone from where it lay by her purse as he moved them both behind the bar. “What’s your unlock code!”
“His fucking birthday, Christ, girl.” The burly bartender unlocked her phone and thumbed up the ICE contacts and dialed ‘Captain Stevie Bear’.
“What’s up, firecracker? How’s the date going?”
“Not so good by the state of her.”
Steve sighed down the line. “Who is this? Where is she? And is she alright?”
“This is Larry, bartender at the Steel Horse and I’m wondering why you didn’t recognize my voice. I’m hurt, Captain Rogers.” Steve chuckled. “She’s alright, I guess. Definitely drunk off her ass.”
Steve grunted. “I’ll be right there. Don’t let her leave.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, sir.” Larry ended the call and tucked the phone in her purse and waited for Captain America to come to Cherry Bomb’s rescue.

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A Bad Monday (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry if this is bad it was kind of rushed but I hope you still like it!
Warnings: none
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader is new to the team however the team don’t like her (maybe that can be justified because she didn’t make a great impression/she replaced someone on the team) and she catches them all making jokes about her. She ends up isolating herself completely but Spencer tries to make it up to her
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: the reader is Spanish translator…
You walked out of the elevator and through the double doors to your new job.
You immediately saw that the team, who you assumed was your new one, was sitting around a table talking.
No one noticed you so you decided to speak up.
“Hi um excuse me.” You said drawing their eyes to you.
“Hi I’m um Y/N the new member of your team.” You said with a small wave, but no one stood up.
“Hi um Y/N. We were in the middle of briefing but I uh I think you could join us if you want.” A blonde lady with bright clothes said.
“Oh shoot sorry um yeah that sounds great.” You said quickly taking an empty seat next to two men; one older, more superior looking man and one darker, stronger man.
“So what I was saying was two women were found dead in two different alleys on the same night. Both were stabbed at least ten times and strangled with our UnSubs bare hands.” The bubbly lady explained.
“This man seems narcissistic. Maybe a beginner, his work seems sloppy.” You said decided to step in to show your confidence.
“No I don’t think this is narcissism, this looks like a sexual sadist. The multiple stab wounds gives it away along with strangling with bare hands.” An Italian man said.
“Yeah also this UnSub isn’t young, they are obviously skilled enough to know where to stab, killing them slowly by avoiding major arteries.” The dark man beside you said.
You felt so dumb after they proved you wrong.
Do you really belong here?
“Oh we just got an autopsy report. There were signs of sexual assault and if we want to see the body’s there’s an address to the morgue.” The bubbly lady said.
Heck, you don’t even know your name.
No one even introduced themselves.
“Alright, Morgan and Rossi go to the crime scenes, Emily and I will go to the morgue and Reid and Y/N stay here. Maybe you can help Reid with victimology.” The older man said to you.
You nodded and smiled as everyone stood up to leave, you being the last one.
You felt so out of place, so… awkward.
You followed the tall man to a board and he pulled out a marker before connecting lines from pin points.
“I uh - did I have a bad first impression? No one seems to be talking to me. I’m sure your team is great but I was just wondering if I did something wrong.” You said rubbing your arm as you stood behind him.
“Oh um I don’t think you did anything.” He said keeping his eyes on the board. “Sorry um I’m Spencer Reid.” He said turning around and giving a quick close-mouthed smile.
“Y/N L/N. So I didn’t do anything that you know of?” You asked again.
“Well you did enter in the middle of briefing. Your replacing one of our closest team members but it’s not like that was your fault.” He said keeping his eyes on the board.
Was that supposed to be relieving or even more nerve wracking?
“Is there anything I could do to help?” You asked breaking the silence once more.
“Um I could use some coffee. Feel free to get yourself some too.” He said with a smile.
“Okay! Anything in particular in it?” You asked feeling helpful for once.
“5 sugar packets is it. Thank you.” He said as you walked to the coffee pot.
You got the two cups of coffee and brought them back to the table.
“Thank you.” Spencer said taking a sip of it and returning to the board.
After awhile the team came back with information.
As they shared your gatherings, you remained silent, afraid your assumptions would be wrong again.
It was getting more towards the end of the day and you walked by a table and heard something that made your heart drop.
“Where was she recruited from?”
“I don’t know but I don’t think she belongs here. I mean her assumptions were off by a mile.”
“Obviously inexperienced.”
You turned around as tears filled your eyes, but only to find out the bathrooms were the opposite way.
You turned around and groaned as tears fell down your cheeks.
You quickly walked through the room that the team was in to find the bathrooms.
As you turned down a hall, you ran into someone.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I should have been watching where I was going.” You said quickly as you wiped your cheek and sniffled.
“Are you okay?” You noticed the familiar voice that belonged to Spencer.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Um where’s the bathrooms?” You asked unable to hide the shakiness in your voice.
“Down the hall and to the left but are you just going there to cry?” He asked stepping in front of you blocking your path.
“Please just… let me through.” You said as more tears filled your eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, but when you looked up into his eyes he nodded and stepped out of your way as you ran to the bathrooms.
You immediately broke down as soon as you closed the stall.
You sobbed into your hands as you stood there feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
How could this day get any worse?
You heard footsteps against the floor and you quickly muted your sobs and left the bathroom.
When you left, you ran into the same person you did earlier.
“Your not okay.” Spencer said holding your forearms gently. “Tell me.” He said comfortingly.
“I don't… I don’t belong here. I need to resign this was a mistake.” You said pulling your arms out of his grasp to wipe your cheeks.
“What are you talking about? You will be a perfect addition to the team.” He said, but you didn’t believe his words.
“No one likes me. I heard everyone talking about me and about how I am obviously a beginner and inexperienced but I have been studying criminology for 6 years. I’ve put so much work into something I’m not even good at. I’m replacing someone that holds great value in the team and I know I won’t even get half as much as respect as she did. She will be back, I’m not necessarily needed.” You said sniffling.
“You aren’t inexperienced! Your working towards your PhD right? I have three and I know how much work they take. You are just as smart as the rest of us. And everyone will warm up to you soon, I promise. I like you and I look forward to working with you.” He said sweetly.
You smiled but he didn’t completely smooth over your worries about the team not liking you.
“It’s Monday so that’s why they’re a little off.” He said a little quieter making you laugh.
“Do… do you want to grab coffee?” He asked rocking on his heels.
“It’s um it’s like 8:30.” You pointed out looking at the dark out the window.
“Oh right…” he said as his cheeks turned light shade of red.
“But I don’t mind a late night cup of coffee.” You said with a smile.
“Great! There’s this place down the block from my apartment and I guarantee you won’t regret it.” He said as you followed him back out to the bullpen.
You felt eyes on you as you followed Spencer to his cubicle where he grabbed his things.
You made eye contact with the dark haired lady and you smiled.
A burst of relief washed over you as she smiled back.
“Ready?” Spencer asked standing while he held the strap of his bag.
You nodded and excited the building with him.
Maybe tomorrow will be a fresh start.
Maybe it was just a bad Monday.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about our!Ciel and real!Ciel's meeting after not seeing each other for 4 years after the fire, with real!Ciel as a less yandere brother?

Hi anon, it’s been a bit less than three weeks since you sent this in, I think? 

Well, I hope you get a chance to read it. And that you find it at least mildly satisfactory. :)

Rating: G+

Warnings: Might give you some feels. 

‘’I’ve missed you,’’ he says, and the words come out not quite right, sounding more like an accusation than anything else. It doesn’t make them any less true.

‘’I know,’’ the other responds, eyes fixed to the ground. ‘’I know, I—I’ve missed you too.’’

A snort, then, ‘’Is this the part where we kiss and make up?’’

The corners of the other’s lips curl bitterly upwards. ‘’No,’’ he says, ‘’I don’t think so. You died because of me.’’

The truth, once spoken, weighs heavy on them. They know it can’t be fixed, something once lost can never be regained after all, but he’s here, he’s back, he’s standing less than three inches away, and they miss each other. So much it hurts.

‘’No,’’ he says, voice filled with pure determination, ‘’I died because of them.’’

‘’I let you die, then.’’

Silence. Silence so loud it’s almost deafening.

His mouth twists into something unpleasant. ‘’That you did,’’ he says finally.

‘’I’m–sorry. If it means anything, I truly am sorry.’’ The other’s gaze remains downcast.

‘’Look at me.’’

‘’I can’t.’’

‘’Look at me!’’

Words have never before hurt this much. Look at me. Such a simple sentence, such a simple act. All he has to do is lift his head up and open his eyes. And then he’d see. The consequences of his sins, the damage he’s caused. He’d see them all.

He’d see his brother again.

‘’I can’t,’’ he repeats. His eyes sting with unshed tears. ‘’I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry. I’m—‘’ The rest of his words get drowned out by sobs. For the first time in years, he cries. He sheds the tears he didn’t shed when he saw his brother’s corpse sitting lifeless atop a bloodstained altar; he sheds the tears he didn’t shed when he saw his parents’ names engraved in cold slabs of marble; he sheds the tears he didn’t shed the day he brought a red dress inside the church. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he wails, the words pitifully insufficient.


A pair of spindly arms wrap tightly around the crying child. He buries his face in the nape of his brother’s neck. ‘’I’m sorry.’’  

‘’Stop. It’s all right. You don’t have to carry this all on your own now. I’m here, and I’m never leaving your side again.’’ It’s all he can offer right now.

He hopes it will be enough. 

A final sob, a sniffle, a tightening of arms around his neck. Then, ‘’I know. I missed you.’’

‘’I missed you too.’’

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A/N: Thank you for the request, anon. Writing this made for a nice change of pace. I hope me choosing not to use names doesn’t make it too confusing, I tried to keep it linear. 

Nalu Fluff Week 2017: Within the Law, Chapter 1

fanfiction by impracticaldemon
Words: ~2500 | Also available on FFnet and AO3

Author’s Note:

Once again, I’m too behind on writing to be able to complete all the prompts for this ship week, but I did want to contribute at least a little!

The main prompt for this story is “Rain” (Day 2). I am also throwing in “Vacation” converted to “Work” (Day 3), and a smidgen of “Fashion (Day 4). I haven’t yet decided what else I may do for this ship week but you can probably look for a couple more pieces. Please remember: “a fanfiction author is never late, nor is she early, she publishes precisely when she means to.” Thank you, Gandalf (and Tolkien, I suppose).

I hope that you enjoy the following shenanigans!

Chapter 1 ~ Sunshine in the Rain

Law school was tough—it turned out that Professor Porlyusica’s class on Trusts was just as bad as they’d told her—but this was infinitely worse. Here she was in downtown Magnolia, wearing her best—and currently only—suit, a tailored white blouse, sheer nylons and conservative dark heels. And she was lost. Not very lost, just momentarily stymied. Any one of the three mega-towers in with entrances onto the plaza looked like it could house the prestigious Makarov & Vermilion law firm that had granted her this precious and not-to-be-missed interview for a summer student’s position.

Unfortunately, a small contretemps at a subway turnstile involving a little white dog, an oddly bluish-grey cat with a green bandanna for a collar, and a guy rocking a great suit and neon pink hair, had caused Lucy to drop the paper with the firm’s street address. The guy had been apologetic, sort of—he’d viewed the whole thing as more funny than serious. Then he’d told the animals to meet him at the ‘usual place’ and off they’d trotted without further fuss. It had been a little weird. The man looked like he worked at some high-powered job—Lucy had assumed that the animals weren’t his.

“Don’t worry,” pink-hair-great-suit had told her, “you didn’t hurt Happy or Plue.”

That hadn’t been Lucy biggest concern, but she’d murmured something appropriate and gotten a wide grin in return. She’d even returned the guy’s wave as he rushed off—though whether to his job or to rendez-vous with his pets was unclear. He wasn’t to be seen getting on the subway, in any event.

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stillgotmydignitae  asked:

So a fic I wish you would write... honestly whatever you want to write tbh lol. When you enjoy writing something it's usually 100%, but for the sake of the game... maybe a fallen angel au? You're always great with Aus like that. I can't really think of a plot right off the top of my head, but I think maybe Tae or Jungkook for it? Ahh I'm sorry this is isn't much context! I'm curious to see what you come up with (but if you don't want to/can't think of anything, don't feel pressured 💕).

so I had a somewhat small idea for a drabble, and then I started writing, and it quickly turned 1.7k WOOPS but anyway, it’s still kinda short and I applaud myself for that :’D I hope you like this!!! it was super fun to write!

It feels like the war has been going on forever.

You cannot lie — the thrill was made for you, just as you were made for it. Apocalypse days are rough and cold, they drag on and slow down time, clocks struggling to tick as they bleed out the painful minutes that belong to a fight that does not seem to stop. Even so, it feels like you may be deserving of it all — that it is your place to be in the midst of such catastrophe, one that rings with the screams of dying humans and the shrieks of those other things.

The city you once knew changed its colors a long time ago, and the vibrant shades of life have now turned into lonely blues tainted with specks of red. Dawn no longer brings drowsy good mornings and warm cups of coffee, but rather an uneasiness that your body knows as well as your own breathing. A thick sheen of caution will follow you throughout the day then, fading when the night comes and you manage to fall asleep — only to be awoken hours later to the fresh twinge of fear all over again.

It is what you are used to, though. After all, you were taught to stand in the middle of war and grasp it with your own hands, to feel grounded despite the inevitable end of your world.

However, there is one person that does not allow you to settle in ways you wish you could.

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I Don't Wanna Be In Love (Chapter One) {Trixya} - Palace

A/N: Hi! So here is my new series, I’ve been working on this since November and its fair to say writers block got the better of me, but this idea has been burning in my head for a while now so I wanted to persevere with it.

Just a heads up before this starts, the uploads for this are most likely going to be extremely slow as I have lots of uni work coming up and I’m about to start an eleven week teaching placement, however, having said that every chapter should be a decent length. So you may have to wait for the next chapter, but, it’ll be a decent fill when you get it :)

This fic will follow cis girl Katya and Trixie through their years at college, following their developing relationship and the struggles they will endure together.

——- This represents a change in POV, it’ll switch between Trixie and Katya quite frequently but I’ll make it obvious who we’re focusing on each time it does.

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Tony Stark knew on an intellectual level he had no impulse control. He knew because almost everyone he’d ever met had told him so, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve oh god so much Steve, Happy, the 12 assistance before Pepper, Xavier and the waitress at John’s Pizzeria off 43rd ave. He’d heard it all before, But nothing compared to the moment he realized it for himself. 

To be real he probably should have noticed in every moment leading up to the big one. He should have seen that swiping Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead with Darcy was a bad idea. He should have known better than to have a marathon of broiler makers with the mouthy intern using the ale instead of whiskey was a bad idea. 

He probably should have known if he was swaying that they shouldn’t have gone out, but Darcy had said she hadn’t seen the city yet and Steve and Bucky kept teasing her about it.

Happy hadn’t even needed to hide his eye rolling because Tony was to focused on the crisp fall air on his flushed face. Darcy was beside him bubbling with laughter ignoring Happy’s cries that they should both sit down and get out of the sun roof. They headed to Times Square and bought an entire vender out of cheesy “I love New York” hoodies and in Tony’s case a hat to sort of disguise himself. They pulled on their hats and sweatshirts and Happy directed the rest to be sent to the tower. Tony slipped the bemused man a hundred and patted the man’s hand like a grandma before turning back to his sidekick.

“This is what all the superhero’s are wearing!” He proclaimed proudly gesturing to his heinous green ball cap with “Hulk Smash” stitched in purple on the front. He didn’t care at the time but the selfies of him and Darcy in Times Square were cringe worthy. They briefly dropped by John’s and said hello to Tony’s waitress. She shook her head and sent them on their way with glasses of water and sympathetic looks for Happy. 

“Come on We’ve got a few more stops!” Tony gestured over his shoulder into the streets at the car. Apparently however Darcy’s eyes had not stopped at the car but landed on a street performer dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

“Oh can we please go see Her?” Her hand covered her heart and she gestured like a child to the woman with the other. Happy checked his watch and frowned.

“The fairy’s closed down this time of day.” He told Tony. Tony nodded in agreement. “We could go see  Conney Island if you promise to sit completely in the car before we go home for the night.” 

“Ohh Steve said it’s awesome!! We can go to the Lady tomorrow! I want to sing her the National Anthem and don’t know if I could get all the key changes right now” She giggled “We could take Steve and have the most patriotic photo shoot. Phil would love it!” and with that she held her arm out to Happy agreeably. And all that would have been fine if it hadn’t been for traffic. 

Happy pulled up to the curb and Tony rolled down his window with a frown. The park was closed. Darcy hadn’t noticed yet as she was making quick work of Tony’s mini bar but she tended to be a weepy drunk the fall out was going to be Niagara worthy. 

“Oh man, no Lady and no cyclone? Why’s time ruining my fun Tony?” Darcy’s lower lip quivered. Immediate action was required. Mayday!

“Hey, hey No! No tears, what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t bribe someone with my money!” He gave an encouraging grin. Happy’s heavy sigh was not lost on him. “I’ll go ask if we can ride the cyclone and maybe win us a bear okay no tears” He quickly backed out of the car leaving Happy to handle the teary eyed twenty something. 

The door shut and it sounded sharper to Tony somehow as he walked toward the gate. A memory that was faded and liquored up played at the edges of his mind, huge blue eyes watering slightly in a perfect pout. His own voice murky in time “Hey what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t…” and then it was gone. He frowned and waved over the gate man. 

A few charming smiles and a probably too fat check later and he turned to tell Darcy the good news. She was resting her chin on the window smiling lazily at him. She wiggled her fingers and Tony grinned back before a similar smile brushed his mind again. He shook his head to clear away some of the haze. It’d been almost two hours he wasn’t as drunk as before but there was still a layer of fuzz on his mind.

“Race ya!” She grinned and bounded off toward the ride. Tony gave a bark of laughter and let the memories rest before jogging slowly after her. They tossed ratty baseballs and weighted milk bottles before the attendant an exhausted looking man in his late thirties gave them a wane smile and asked which prize they wanted. Darcy got the Bucky Bear. Tony shorted and got the Captain America one just for laughs. They took a shaky selfie with the attendee before thanking him and heading toward their goal. 

“We should snap them with the bears and hashtag it wish you were hear but you’re not because you’re lame and had meeting and responsibilities” Darcy placed her Bucky in her lap and was readying her phone before Tony agreed. 

“We also, you know, didn’t invite them” He pointed out. She made a dismissive sound and tucked her head close to his giving her phone a goofy face. Tony hid most of his face behind Bear Steve and widened his eyes comically. The younger brunette seemed satisfied and put away her phone allowing the impatient teen running the cyclone to push the lap bar down over her Tony Bear Bucky and Steve. 

The ride began a slow spin and before it had even reached half way Tony regretted buying this time. The teenager seemed irked he had to stay for Tony and what the kid probably figured was a one nighter and so the ride was hurtling toward a break neck pace only irritating Tony’s stomach further. Darcy however threw her hands up Bucky Bear’s paw firmly gripped in one and whooped. Tony swung between needing to vomit all over the place and watching the manic yet somehow beautiful looks on Darcy’s face. She brought her bear back down and buried her nose in it’s fur. The ride began to slow and she opened her eyes unfocused and bloodshot. Windswept and Content. 

It ended up being Darcy and not Tony who shot off the attraction to the nearest garbage can to Ralph. Tony followed close behind and pulled her hair back into his fist and out of the danger zone. He leaned heavily on the can and grimaced at the sounds. 

When she at last paused in her litany of puke she turned her head to look up at him simultaneously green and mischievous. 

“Don’t tell the boys” She asked. Tony’s heart stopped as he looked at her. He nodded once unable to find words. Satisfied with this she fell face first into him. Mostly into his armpit but she smiled against him. Tony let got of her hair and gently held her to him stroking her dark locks and thinking unburdened by alcohol of a busty blond who’d rocked his world with a practically identical grin. Darcy’s breath flowed steadily on his neck as she repositioned herself in his arms. 

“Thanks for holding my hair.” She murmured. Tony hummed in response. 

“Anytime kiddo.”


 As much as Tony was wildly incapable of controlling himself he was incredibly careful with secrets. They could hurt, he knew from his experiences with Stane. His almost ending the thing with Pepper. Infuriating his teammates and elected officials. So he was in something of a quandary. 

As soon as they’d returned to the tower Tony had deposited a snoozing Darcy in her bed with Bucky bear on one side of her and Steve on the other. He of course took a picture of her drooling into Bucky’s fur and then hesitated. It was too similar to ignore. If he didn’t do this he’d spend the rest of his life wondering until he got answers. So he plucked a hair off her pillow and turned tail and run back to his lab. 

Jarvis had had to repeat his name four times when he finally knew. Tony tried to put the memories together more solidly but he only recalled the blond laughing and waving much like Darcy did. He remembered holding her hair back while she emptied her stomach off the balcony of the Palms, She had turned to him with an almost identical grin and snatched his heart out of his chest. Tony closed his eyes and felt the brush of skin on skin hot greedy kisses and waking up the next morning alone. He’d figured she’d been embarrassed or maybe had someone waiting at home. He’d been disappointed but she’d made her choice so he’d let her walk. 

“Oh Kate” He looked forlornly as the Vegas police report of her car accident and her daughter no one had come to claim. “Katie” He groaned as he realized he could have saved the little girl a world of grief that followed. Foster home after Foster home until she aged out. 

Well now he knew. but what do do. Who to tell? Pepper? Eventually. Rhody was always a good option but Tony’s thumb hovered over calling him for a solid minute before deciding someone else. Eventually he’d dialed before his decision had been fully processed. 

“How did you get this number? I know I didn’t give it to you” was the first thing the voice said and Tony felt a calm fill him. A good choice. 

“I’m in a quandary. It needs handling it’s that what you do Agent?” He stalled. The other end of the line was silent. “I may have discovered I’m a father” There was an even heavier pause.

“and I’m the first person you wanted to tell? I don’t think Pepper” He began.

“No It’s not Pep. I’ve been a father for a while apparently.” Tony cut across. “Like 23 years” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yea 100 percent. Do I tell her? What if she doesn’t want me? She’s been alone for a long time now she doesn’t need me.” Tony felt a panic rise in his chest. Oh God, she’d never forgive him.

“You need to take a deep breath.” Tony inhaled threw his nostrils. “If she doesn’t know she deserves to at least know. just be honest with her Tony. Honesty will get your farther than you think”

Tony gave a noncommittal grunt and rested his head on hands. 

“For what its worth Tony, You’ll be a great father” Tony’s breath caught. 

“Enough with the feelings Agent Agent Thanks for picking up.”

“I’m contractually obligated” He deadpanned. Tony laughed and killed the call.


Tony was going to handle this well. Maybe take her to lunch and talk it out like adults. He was excited and nervous and had yet to sleep. He was currently fixing coffee from the enormous demonic espresso machine he’d had fitted in the common room when he invited everyone to live with them when people began filling in for breakfast. 

Steve and Bucky both coming in from their morning run and apparently showers. They nodded curiously at the billionaire before pulling down pots and pans. Bruce wondered in next and gave him a scathing look for his ball cap which he had neglected to take off. That explained the looks Tony placed it carefully on the counter. 

“So what did we learn?” Jane’s voice carried into the room ahead of her and the others looked up. Darcy entered holding her stomach and shuffling pitifully. Jane followed looking much less hungover. 

“Don’t drink with Tony.” Darcy grunted and began to pour her own cup of coffee. Tony didn’t speak, not trusting himself to yet. His eyes watched hungrily as she stirred her drink for signs of what he knew. Her unbrushed wild brunette hair, the shape of her eyes, the hangover slouch yea he could see it. Then Katie’s beautiful blue eyes and pouty mouth, her heart snatching laugh. It seemed so obvious

“What?” Darcy glowered at him. Oh yea he had that grumpy face sometimes. 

“Darcy threw up on the cyclone!” He blurted. Her eyes widened. 

“TONY!” She shrieked. 

“And she’s my daughter!” His shouting matched hers in pitch but was far more excited. Darcy’s eyes widened if possible further and then narrowed looking at him critically. 

The supers were paused mid bite. Jane gaped and Bruce eyed the pair wearily. 

“Okay I can see that” She finally said with a shrug. Tony barked a laugh not exactly how he’d pictured her taking the news. Then again he hadn’t thought he’d shout it at her over breakfast in the common room either. 

Such was life when you had no impulse control. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him he thought he rather liked this life.  

anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's your jam but I'd love to read some Ostara/Media fanfic, those two are way too beautiful °O°

Ooh yeah I totally got shipping vibes from when Media first appeared talking about them having a date… okay yeah I think most people did…*awkward cough* Here, have this…

Ostara woke up and immediately regretted it. 

She wanted to sink back into those dreams, the dreams where it was Her who was worshipped, when the name Easter, Ostara and Ēostre on everyone’s lips as a prayer. When they loved her for the life she brought, feared that she would take it away. Worshipped her with eggs and gifts. When the blooming of flowers was synonymous with her name. 


Now she was a bunny. She supposed she should be grateful that she hadn’t actually turned into a rabbit yet; with the amount of them she’d eaten… it wouldn’t be the nicest thing in the world. 

No, the nicest thing in the world was the only thing she really had left. Her memories. The memories when her hair flung free around her neck, petals adorning her skin as if they were a part of her. They used to be.  

She could go back to sleep. Nothing was stopping her. Nothing was, really, stopping her from any of this. She could ravage the world if she chose. But… but she was happy with this. Of course she was. She was worshiped the world over, her name on many more lips than it had been at the height of her power. And if it just happened to be linked with another younger demi-god? 

She was fine with this.  

The house would be empty, she knew. It wasn’t Easter yet, wasn’t even close. Her day was far away and who cared about Ostara in August? Well. Sometimes one Jesus or the other came by, to check on her. Good Samaritan and all that. But besides from that- 

“Oh shit,” she cursed, and shot out of bed. 

Five minutes later and she was the epitome of beauty. Her blonde hair done up intricately under her Easter Bonnet - named for her, she reminded herself. Her bare shoulders, smooth and gorgeous, framed by a sleevless dress covered in flowers. The flowers people used to pray in gratitude to her for. 

It was her minor, minor rebellion. 

A rabbit appeared by her ear, whispering that her guest had arrived. 

Ostara swept towards the door, dress trailing around her like the flowers that used to- Now stop that, she told herself firmly, just before her eyes met Media’s. 

Media was dressed as - wearing the form of - a character Easter couldn’t name. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Media chided her for her attachment to the past, but Media’s life seemed to revolve around remembering characters somehow even shorter lived than the humans who created them. 

“Media,” Ostara said in her most pleasing voice. “How good to see you.” She was fawning and hated that she was. 

Media pulled out one of her (probably famous) pouts. “You didn’t forget our date, did you?” she asked in her breathy voice, reaching out her hands to clasp hers. “I missed you ever so much, and have been ever so looking forward to this.” 

Easter smiled back as genuinely as she could as Media slipped her arm into hers and lead her to wander around the garden, Media rambling aimlessly about how nice it would be with this new movie coming out, because it had an Easter Bunny in it, and how everyone’s going to be so excited to talk about her again. 

Ostara’s eyes caught Media’s bodyguard a few meters away and she looked away. Media caught the glance and pulled up short. She stood in front of Easter with an upset look in her eyes. “Now, you mustn’t judge me for bringing a friend on our date,” she told her dramatically. 

“I wasn’t,” Easter replied quickly. 

Media’s eyes narrowed, just slightly, and she stepped closer, far more into her personal space than even she usually dared to go. “If you want it to leave,” her hand touched Easter’s waist experimentally, just a brush, but it had Easter holding her breath. “I can make that happen.” 

Ostara blinked at Media, for once, unsure of what to say. She had been making speeches for thousands of years, but Media, this new, younger God, she had all the speeches. She knew every trick because she played every trick. 

Was this a trick? 

Or was Easter just lonely enough to see things that weren’t there? 

“Well,” she tried in her most determined voice, “He is ruining the view.” 

Media smiled down at her. “It is a good view.” Her persona had dropped, gone was the breathy words of a woman from the past. Here was Media, holding her gaze without even the slightest hint of self-conciousness, as she waved her hand to the bodyguard behind her and the creature disappeared from their sight. 

New life, Ostara thought to herself. There had been gods, ones that were gone now, that used to claim that she was… passionate. That she could fall so quickly for someone that… 

Was this Media’s angle? Had she heard the rumours, scrounged it up from some show or other, and decided love was a better motivator than a favour? 

Suddenly she was tired. She was tired of these politics, tired of the game that gods played nowadays. At least back in her heyday, when gods played mortals as their tools, everyone still just worshipped her. The Spring was vital to life. She was vital to life. 

And here she was wondering if one brief moment of intimacy was a sign or a manipulation. 

She was the goddess of the Spring and she wasn’t going to let herself be treated as a plaything. 

“Thank you,” she said, and then took a step forward in their already very cramped personal space and pressed her lips briefly, but passionately against Media’s. Media’s lips tasted of the lip balm that was flawlessly covering her lips, with just the slightest tinge of metal hidden within. Easter took that second to taste all of it. Then she turned away and started walking again. “I’m thinking of starting a herb garden,” she said carelessly to the woman behind her as she walked away. 

Media hadn’t moved, her eyes still widened slightly in shock. She touched her lips briefly, sure a blush was spreading over her face. A kiss. A kiss was more than she’d ever dared to hope…even the touch of her waist had seemed a step too far… And maybe it was just a product of all those lonely, desperate humans who filled the world with their tales of love and romance, but Media wanted something like that. She wanted Ostara. She wanted another kiss. She wanted more than a kiss. 

She wanted Ostara to love her back. 

There you go, have a first kiss fic. Hope this is okay, I sort of had no real plan for this ficlet… 

~Send me American Gods prompts, headcanons, or even just a ship name and I’ll write you a little something~

Part Four: Hollow Fate. (Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid S05E15)

Episode Summary:  Sam, Dean and the reader investigate Bobby’s home town where the dead are rising from the grave but instead of attacking humans, they are happily reuniting with their families.
Gif Credit: frozen-delight.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,968.

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“So how many people got this fake drug?” Parker asked.

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“But nothing,” Killian said quickly – far too quickly to actually sound like the truth. “It is a good thing.”

“Then why all the cloak and dagger nonsense?”

He turned around, finally, meeting Emma’s questioning gaze and the small smile on her face made him want to tell her everything. He couldn’t. And he didn’t. Because this – whatever this was, the talking and the friendship and how much he wanted to kiss her senseless – was, suddenly, far too important.

And he wouldn’t risk that.

Even if it meant lying to her face.

AN: Have I mentioned that I love all of you? I do. You’re all an absolute delight and I flail every time I get a response to this story. It’s cliche to be all “it means the world,” but that’s the absolute truth. So, thank you so much!

Hanging out on Ao3 and tag’ed up on Tumblr as per usual. 

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"If it's automated, what do you do here?"
  • Poppy: It wasn't always like this. When I came to work at the Echo River Central Exchange, there were twelve of us: Loretta, Edna, Meg, Cara, Marie, Lois, Liz, Hester, Angie, Wilma, Connie. I was number twelve; Connie and I were hired on the same day, but she showed up early. Marie finished college, and Hester was fired for snapping at a rude caller - but he had it coming, and I hear she did just fine on her own - so they hired Beryl, Jana, and Sachiko, which brought us up to thirteen, and that was as many operators as we ever had here at one time. Edna, Meg, Cara, and Lois left one Friday evening, and were asked not to come back on Monday morning. Beryl saw the writing on the wall and quickly found employment at a private PBX. They had Jana and Liz stop routing calls, and write up some kind of "best practices" document instead. It was their final task as Exchange employees. Some of the girls were reassigned to other divisions. Connie, I think, was checking residential meters. Sachiko and Wilma were moved to energy sales, cold-calling businesses to see if they needed to upgrade their electricity plan. At least they were still on the phone. Then it was just Loretta, Angie, and me. We were swamped. The hours were hell, and hard on the throat. The "voice with a smile" became a croak. I was gargling warm salt water in the break room, sipping on a thermos full of hot honey broth stashed under my chair. Oh, I brought a lot of "extended technique" to the switchboard in those days. So, after a few months, it was just me. A new automation strategy was announced, and this place was re-christened "Consolidated Auxiliary Switch Number 30."
  • Shannon: If it's automated, what do you do here?
  • Poppy: It's not fully automated. There are still gaps in functionality that need a human touch... And, you know, it really is all about touch, here. Sound is a vibration, a touch you feel in your ear, so my voice is my touch. When we're talking, we're touching, even on the phone - that's an electric touch, an intimate little shock that makes your tiny hairs tremble. But that's what I mean, when I say it's all about touch here. When the power company first tried automating this old exchange with fancy new transistor arrays, the switchboard caught fire. It was just too much, too fast. So, they tried using some clunky old mechanical relays, but then the calls were getting mismatched and out-of-sync. It was a nightmare. Their technicians determined that the phone system down here had been designed ad hoc over decades around the specific tempo of its human operators. So, short of replacing the whole thing, not to mention all the wiring, they'd have to work out the exact timing of every little human gesture that goes into routing a phone call. And that, officially, is my role here. I run the switchboard for the whole exchange - once the work of twelve, I'd like to remind you! They have some kind of machine somewhere that tracks how long it takes me to do each little thing. The caller never hears my voice now; they dial, my little indicator lights switch on, and I make the connection.
  • Shannon: Do you miss talking to the callers?
  • Poppy: You know... there's something that bothers me about the process, besides the fact that I'm training my replacement, who isn't even human... Here's what I mean: how long do you think it should take to time my every move and recreate that timing in an automated switchboard? Rough estimate.
  • Shannon: A couple days?
  • Poppy: That's what I said, but this has been going on for over a year! And a very dark thought has started to nag at me... What if there is no cheap machine that's going to replace me? What if it's cheaper just to keep me here, filling in for the rhythm of the operators... What if I'm the cheap machine?
  • Shannon: Why don't you just quit?
  • Poppy: In this economy? No, you're probably right. Working in silence for peanut shells, waiting to be replaced by a robot... It doesn't sound very dignified, does it? The reality is that I've been working here my whole adult life. I came here as a girl, and I'll leave as a middle-aged woman... I don't know if I'm ready to be her yet.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind would you please be able to give an analysis of Woo's breakdown in the chapter 13? Or if there is one that already exists would you happen to know where I could find it? Thank You so much in advance and sorry for the trouble!

Wow prepare for a big ramble that probably makes no sense and is all conjecture. For me, it became insightful after my third reading, lol. 

The first thing you notice is that hoo boy Sangwoo does not like to be disobeyed or to be made the fool. That sounds obvious, but give me a second. You really see it in this chapter - just how fucking entitled he is, how shook he is by the idea of Bum leaving. He’s not even worried about the repercussions of his escape, legally etc - he just feels so damn personally betrayed by the idea of his disobeying him (’after everything I said? he ignored me??’). He’s even more disgustingly possessive than we thought.

I think that in general the breakdown - at least for me - reinforced the idea that once he began to progressively see his mum in Bum, he never really intended to kill him. The only thing that would change that was if Bum proved to be unbreakable and kept rebelling. So, as opposed to what i originally thought, I don’t think he was fucking with Bum with the intention of one day disposing of him, rather, he began to set him up for the long run. He wanted to keep him. But then its Bum’s first ‘betrayal’ that changes that. We see it in chapter seven - he intends to kill Bum for disrespecting him with his attempted escape (he’s thinking ‘it’s worthless, Bum will never submit’). So he’s strangling him, intending to kill, but then Bum drops the honorific:

When he’s dangling from the ceiling by his neck, though, he reverts back to “Sangwoo-ya,” without an honorific…In turn, that really explains Sangwoo’s expression there. In this situation, when Bum is literally choking to death, not in any situation to even think of manipulating him, he’s referring to Sangwoo familiarly? He’s calling Sangwoo fondly? Sangwoo’s surprise is completely understandable. (x)

Sangwoo is literally like ‘what the fuck’, even now, even as i’m doing this, you can still speak to me like that? Bum might have disobeyed him, but once again Sangwoo saw his potential, and the open opportunity for reform. Or should I say, the opportunity to mold. Bum still had potential to be obedient and submissive, and as long as there is room for Sangwoo to bang Bum into shape, he will punish, but let him live. All in order to preserve his wider goal of turning him into his perfect and submissive…*drum roll* : pseudo-momwife lol. You guessed it. And then the power rush he gets from the name-calling is so strong that he pops a boner and cums all over his feet?? Sangwoo is aroused by his power over people, and the sense of unconditional devotion to him. Ego. He likes feeling needed, and being submitted to. In fact he demands it. I had brought this up with a friend a while back, and now i can be pretty sure - he comes from his name because of his own ego being stroked (ill return to this).

Back to chapter 13, he thinks Bum really has escaped and he’s all you’ve done it now you little fucker, you’ve really pissed me off , you’re gonna get it. He doesn’t care that Bum has momwife potential because his injured ego outweighs his desire to recreate a newer and better (more on this later) version of his mother (I’ll kill him. I have to kill him now!!). Even more interesting is that directly after he says he has to kill Bum, he recalls his mum. This makes him angry and he punches the pole. I’ve been thinking about why he does that, and i’ve kind of done a 180 in my views since a week ago. I don’t think he remembered his mum because of guilt, or because the idea of killing Bum makes him feel guilty. I think he remembered her because his feeling of betrayal echoes something he felt in the past - with her. That is to say, I believe his mum might have ‘betrayed’ Sangwoo in a way that echoes Bum’s alleged escape. Whatever she did, he probably killed her for it.

Keep in mind that he doesn’t exactly head home with a change of heart after he remembers her. So needless to say, i’m flirting with the ‘Sangwoo killed his mum’ camp again. The guy is clearly obsessed with Bum - he honest to God looked deranged, losing his shit and then collapsing to the floor. It was relief, not in a ‘i’m not going to get caught yet’ way, but in a ‘this thing i value so much has returned to me’ kind of way. If he’s obsessed with this cheap, shallow recreation of her, just how obsessed was he with the real thing? The fact that he is projecting his mum onto everything around him shows how deep this obsession ran. It’s telling that even after all these years he is trying to recreate her, bring her back to life in the form of another person. A person who is easier to control. 

I’m thinking maybe he killed his mum because he couldn’t handle her disagreeing with him, or because he felt that she had stepped out of bounds as pertaining to his ‘rights’ over her. It would have been intolerable to him. We know the parents died together, that is to say, within a similar time frame. Maybe she expressed outrage at his killing his dad, and whatever form this outrage of hers took, he received it as an irredeemable insult. She rebelled in some way, and he ‘had’ to kill her for it. Dude’s cray enough to do it. The narrative has cleverly left it vague so that we’re unsure - but I don’t think his feelings for his mother were purely innocent attachment augmented by fatherly abuse. He was probably outside of the scope of normal in how he felt, and what he expected of her. Super possessive.

He wants Bum to have all the characteristics his mother did, without the undesirables. Sangwoo is breaking him bit by bit so that he can sift out his will to resist. He wants his mommy - but he wants her his way. Why does he crack a boner in 13? I think it was the combined imagery/memories of Bum’s submission (wanting Sangwoo sexually despite the mistreatment, calling out for him and needing him even when the pain is being inflicted by Sangwoo) along with some memory of his mother doing something similar. Maybe she called out to him in a similar way when he killed her…like i said, it’s all speculation. It doesn’t necessarily imply he was sexually attracted to his mother…he just gets off on power.

So the most dangerous thing about this guy? Yeah, I’m thinking that it’s his ego. And you know what - I think Koogi hinted this in the very beginning. Remember when he killed the girl, he said:

He victimizes himself and cannot handle an injured ego, he cannot handle people not submitting to him or thinking theyre ‘better than him’. And i think chapter 13 and his breakdown lends itself to this idea. I don’t think he wants bum to be his man-killing murder sidekick - he just wants his perfect mommy back to play into his hands as is convenient for him. My ideas are continually changing, and im always open to new interpretations. Chapter 14 might invalidate this completely lmao but that’s where i’m at right now! I hope this was helpful.

anonymous asked:

I have a McKirk prompt for you: So what if Jim does have a medical degree? We know Bones is always like 'Who's got the medical degree here' and Jim never says anything because he trusts Bones to take care of him. But then they're stuck down on a planet and Bones gets sick, nothing major but it needs treatmeant. And Jim starts talking in medical babble with the resident doctors because they don't know a thing about human anatomy? Please and thank you :)

  • Bones is incredibly smart, sure. But he can be an insufferable know-it-all when it comes to being a doctor. Of  course, there is no doctor quite like Bones. Bones, who already was a renowned healer before even applying to Starfleet Academy. Bones, who knows everything about every alien species known in the universe, or at least has a database readily available in case he needs it. Bones, who is allowed to perform surgery on almost all of these species, too. Bones, who knows so much about xenobiology and anatomy that he sometimes forgets others don’t. Or, in Jim’s case, he forgets that Jim does know quite a bit, too. Because Jim graduated pre-med at Carver College in Iowa. He knows a lot about human diseases too, it’s just that Bones is always faster, and explains it either with such passion or such annoyance (depending on how dumb the sick person was), Jim always just let him. It’s kind of endearing, after all.
  • “Looks like chicken pox,” Jim says. He’s in med bay, together with Bones and a crew member who’s been brought in. “Yeah,” Bones says, “except everyone should be vaccinated against that. It’s the 23rd century, after all.” “I’m just saying, it looks like chicken pox,” Jim presses. Bones smiles, reaching out to gently cup Jim’s cheeks. “I think so too,” he says, “I’ll figure it out, I’m the one with the medical degree, after all.” He says, leaning in to press a quick kiss on Jim’s lips. Jim rolls his eyes when Bones pulls away. “You’re lucky you’re cute, because my smug is rubbing off on you,” he says, watching Bones interact with the patient. “Sweetheart, there was much more than your smug rubbing off on me this morning,” Bones replies casually.
  • Bones is with him on the bridge when they approach a Class M planet. Spock calls out that there is “Average intelligence” in life forms found down there, and then compares that to humans - earning a deathly stare from most of the crew members. They beam down when they arrive. Jim and Spock spend their time talking to the exotic alien race. Very human like, just more beautiful than average. Jim finds out they’re sick when he makes his round around town. And when he finds Leonard, the doctor is sniffing a little, too. “You okay?” Jim asks, gently squeezing Bones’ arm, and the doctor nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re not getting a cold, are you?” “Please,” Bones huffs, “I haven’t been sick in years.”
  • That may have been true, but Bones gets sick anyway. Not a cold, but a full on flu. Just like the people on the planet. Bones refuses to stop working until he almost passes out and Jim has to catch him. “You need to go to the sick bay,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “Yeah, I work there.” “No, you need to check yourself in,” Jim says firmly, sliding an arm around Bones’ waist. “No, I’m fine.” “In a pig’s eye you are,” Jim mocks, and Bones simply scoffs, too tired to argue the fact that Jim’s blatantly mocking him.
  • Bones remains sick for three full days and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting any better. The first two days, Jim could keep Bones occupied from work by tiring him out, or make him pass out from a particularly strong bourbon. But when the sickness progresses, Bones can’t even hold water, let alone alcohol. He’s not in the mood for sex, either. He tries to be, but he pretty much passes out before they can even get anywhere. “You need antibiotics,” Jim says, and for once, Bones isn’t arguing.
  • They make it back down to the planet, and Jim guides this shivering mess of a doctor towards the medical center. Bones is covered in blankets and still seems to be very cold, and so Jim just gets him a few more blankets and a cup of tea when Bones finally lies down on one of the beds. "We don’t know a lot about humans and how they respond to our medicine,“ the doctor there proclaims after taking a look at Bones. 
  • Bones reaches out for the bottle of antibiotics, but Jim is ahead of him. He quickly scans through the ingredients, and shakes his head. “Bones can’t have amoxicillin,” he says, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Lower the dose and use epinephrine if he starts showing symptoms of anaphylaxis, please.” Bones listens quietly to Jim talking medical to the local doctor, not saying anything until the doctor has left. “… what?” Bones just asks, and Jim smiles. “Pre-med graduate, nice to meet you,” he says, reaching out for Bones’ hand and he squeezes it softly, “you’re going to be okay.” “Yes, I know,” Bones replies, “you never told me you graduated pre-med.” “I’m not as good as you are,” Jim shrugs, and Bones huffs. “Naturally.” “Again, I’m the cocky one between the two of us,” Jim corrects him with a small smile. “You say that, but now it turns out you’ve got a medical degree, too,” Bones says, “perhaps we’re really turning into each other.” Jim lies down next to him, an arm around the other’s waist, and he kisses Bones’ cheek gently. “God, I hope not.”

I just really wanted to write some Angst but fluff at the end.

Warnings- Light swearing, bullying, someone being a dick

“You worthless piece of crap!” 

“You’re so stupid”

“You’re nothing”

“Really you thought we were friends, how pathetic”

“You should just leave. No one wants you here” 

You wince every time you remembered the horrible things people would say to you. The moon was shining through the dorm windows. You were lying face up on your bed. It was times like these that you would think. It was a horrible idea really, it kept you up and it brought your grades down from lack of sleep. This only made the bullying worse. You never told anyone you got bullied, not even your best friend Newt. He had better things to do than worry about you, or at least, that’s what you would tell yourself. 

Every day you would get tormented relentlessly. They would insult you, push you, they wouldn’t leave you alone. It was everybody. Everyone hated you. You felt tears returning, you bit your sleeve hoping you could stop the tears, your breathing got faster and your heart started racing. You got out of bed and sat on the windowsill to try to calm yourself. 

You had a view of a small little field, the moonlight shined on the grass. The wind was blowing slightly and it created a peaceful sensation in your mind. You calmed down and your breathing returned to normal. You were about to go back to bed when someone roughly threw you off the chair. You landed on the ground face first, you could feel your cheek bruising. You looked up and spotted on of your main Hufflepuff bullies, Briar. 

“Keep down your whining. Some of us are trying to sleep.” they spat at you. 

“S-sorry” you stuttered out, making your way back to your bed. 

Briar tripped you and you slammed face first into your bed post. Everyone started laughing at you, tears welled up in your eyes. You grabbed a blanket and dashed out of the common room.

”What are you gonna do go cry to your boyfriend?” Briar mocked as you sprinted out the door. 

You sat in front of the burnt-out fireplace. You wrapped your blanket around you and sat in the middle of the common room on the floor. Your cheek and eye were in pain. The only source of light was from the windows above. You couldn’t hold in your emotions, you burst out into a quiet sob. Your vision became blurry and you rested your head on your knees. You curled up into a sad ball on the floor. 

Unknowing to you, Newts bowtruckle, Pickett, who lived in a plant in the common room saw how upset you were. The little Bowtruckle hopped out of his plant and quickly made his way to Newts bed. Well, as quick as a bowtruckle could be. The Bowtruckled tapped on Newts face repeatedly until Newt woke up. 

“What do you want” Newt groaned out. He looked to his side to see Pickett chirping at him. 

“What is it Pick?” he asks sitting up. 

Pickett jumps off his bed and scurries towards the door and Newt reluctantly follows. As he nears the common room he hears crying. When he finally reached the common room all he saw was a person rolled up into a ball. The person didn’t notice him yet, they looked up at the windows. Newt’s eyes widened as he saw who it was. The moonlight shined on your face, giving Newt a perfect view of your bruises and tears. 

“Y/n?” he whispers out. 

Your head looks in the direction of the voice. You start crying harder once you see who it is. You never wanted Newt to know what you go through. 

“No no please don’t cry.” he says as he rushes to your side. he hugs you tightly, letting you cry on his shoulder. 

Once your tears let up Newt carefully examined you injuries. 

“Who did this to you” Newt demanded, a hint of sadness laced in his voice. 

“I fell.” you lied. 

Newt gives you a look, “I’m your best friend Y/n I know when your lying. Now please, tell me who did this” Newt pleaded. 

You looked away from newt and up at the moon again. 

“Briar” you mumbled out. 

Newt’s eyes flared with anger, “Why on earth would he do this to you” he questioned. 

“I don’t know” you stated. 

“Are you sure you don’t know?” Newt pressured. 

“NO! I don't know! I don’t know why everyone seems to hate me so much. I get bullied constantly Newt. By everyone! Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. I don’t know why!” You cried out, not caring if you woke someone up. 

Newt looked at you, anger and sadness flickered back and forth in his eyes. 

“How long?” He asked. 

“Almost 3 years” you whispered. 

Newt stood up and walked away from you. At first, you thought he was angry with you but when you heard him start to pace and sniff, you knew he was mad at himself. “How could I let this happen?” he murmured mostly to himself. 

“I-It’s not your fault.” you say trying to comfort him. 

“You’re my best friend, I should have known. I should have stopped it” he replied. 

Newt was absolutely furious with himself, he loved you with all his heart and seeing you so broken made his heart ache. 

“I didn’t want to worry you” You say. 

“Worry me? You’re getting injured and insulted on a daily basis and you’re worried about me” Newt asked. 

You looked at him and cracked half a smile, “I guess yeah” you croaked out. 

Newt walked back over to you and sat next to you. 

“I love you but you can be so stupid sometimes” Newt joked as he hugged you tightly. 

“Yeah yeah I know” you reply. Newt cautiously strokes your cheek, where the bruise was forming. 

“i have some cream, that will help your bruises” Newt murmurs. 

You put your hand on his wrist and smiled at him. he leaned down and kissed your cheek. Newt quickly ran up to his dorm and grabbed a few things. He came back with the cream, a blanket, and a pillow. 

“What’s the blanket for?” you ask. 

“I don’t want you down here alone” Newt replies simply. 

“Newt I don’t want-” You start, Newt cuts you off with another kiss before applying the cream on your cheek. 

“I’m staying with you, no argument” Newt states. 

After he finishes applying the cream he sets up a makeshift bed and lays next to you. You lay down next to him and snuggle next to him. Newt forms a protective barrier hug around you while you fall asleep. You both sleep soundly and peacefully. 

“What the hell?!” You and Newt jolt awake. It’s morning and in front of you stands Briar. 

“You know Newt, you don’t need to be nice to this loser.” they said looking at you with a glare. You shrink back behind Newt. 

Newt’s anger rises, “Don’t talk to them like that” Newt spits. 

“Woah there Scamander, I’m just trying to save whats left of your dignity” Briar replies. 

“My dignity is just fine thank you very much. Now I suggest you leave y/n alone before something bad happens” Newt states. 

Briar laughs, “Like what, your stupid creature would poke me to death”. 

“No like this little guy right here” newt says pulling out a new creature. 

I was in a little cocoon that hung off his finger. 

“Your joking right?” Briar scoffed. 

They turned and laughed to their friends. Newt flicked his wrist and the tiny cocoon turned into a large green and blue beast. The beast went for Briar and bared its teeth. Briar and their friends ran away screaming. Newt made a sound and the creature came back to him, returning to it’s cocoon form. Newt looked back at you with a devilish grin on his face. 

“What is that?” you ask. 

“Swooping Evil” Newt says grinning. 

“Well, I love it!” you squealed. 

“I wasn’t planning on showing him off just yet but I couldn’t resist” Newt explained. 

“They shouldn’t bother you anytime soon, and if they do. Well, they know what to expect” Newt continues. You hug him tightly. 

“Thank you Newt. I love you so much” you mumbled into his chest. 

“I love you too, love” Newt replies hugging you back. 

“I better but him away before we get in trouble.” Newt says gesturing to the Swooping Evil. You intertwine your hand with Newts. 

“Then we better get going.”

It’s midnight, I should be asleep but instead I’m watching a playthrough if a horror game.

Almost There

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

The new addition to the True Fluff series!  (Click here for mobile master list link, which has everything from the previous parts linked up.)

Summary: Dean dropped the L-bomb. What now?

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: None. 

Your name: submit What is this?

The garage was deadly silent as you stared at Dean, mouth slightly agape. Did he just say …? Was he really …?

“Please,” he begged in a whisper. “Say something.”

You swallowed. “Dean, I … Well, that was not what I expected to hear from you anytime soon.”

“I shouldn’t have said it,” Dean sighed, dropping his hands away from you, running one through his hair. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just – I couldn’t hold it back any longer.”

“And I wouldn’t want you to,” you assured quickly. “Listen to me. I’m so close. My heart is bursting with everything I feel for you. You’ve done nothing the whole time we’ve been together but encourage me and support me. I’m so afraid that if I don’t say it right now, you’ll leave. But I want you to know I feel it, Dean, I do. Saying it though … that feels like a different mountain to climb. Please, don’t walk away. I know I’ve been a step behind you since the beginning, but just let me catch up, please.”

Dean frowned, and you feared the worst. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m in love with you, pretty girl. There is no walking away for me. I’ll stand here for the rest of my life and wait for you to catch up, if I have to. Everything you’ve done for me this weekend … the car, showing me the garage … all of it. I can see how you feel in your actions. Obviously I want to hear the words at some point, but I know you’ll get there. As long as you’re not panicking about me saying it, I’m good.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you went up on tiptoe to kiss him.


Dinner was, of course, delicious. Meals at Mary’s house never disappointed. Dean raved on about the Trans Am and the garage. He squeezed your hand tight when he finished telling about it.

“I think you’ve found a keeper,” Mary smiled, winking at you. “Mom votes yes, anyway.”

You blushed. “Well, thanks. Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

“Me, too,” Jess offered.

“You can talk with us, but you rest. That baby’s going to wear you out before it’s even here, so you keep up your energy while you can,” Mary ordered.

The three of you shuffled back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, cleaning up supper while Dean and Sam made small talk in front of the TV. When the leftovers were put away and dishes loaded into the washer, Mary put a few candles in a pecan pie, and brought it out to the coffee table while singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You followed with a few mugs of coffee, and Jess brought the dessert plates and forks.

Dean grinned around a large bite of pie after he was served the first piece. “Mom, this is amazing. My two favorite ladies, spoiling me like none other tonight.”

You kissed his cheek before helping yourself to a piece of pie and a mug of coffee. Once all of that was cleaned up, you and Dean excused yourselves for the evening. Once loaded into his truck, you scooted over to the middle of the bench seat and nuzzled against his neck.

“Stay with me tonight,” you pleaded. “We’re both off tomorrow.”

Dean chuckled. “Haven’t you had enough of me?”

“Never, Sparky.”

That was all it took to convince him. He put an arm around you, holding you close during the drive first to his house, then yours. Once in your driveway, he toted his bag up to the porch while you unlocked the door and turned the lights on.

“It’s freezing in here!” Dean declared, rushing for the bedroom. “What the hell?”

You winced. “I turned the heater off before I left … Maybe I should have just turned it down.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean chuckled.

“At least I’ll have you here to keep me warm until the heater catches up.”

Dean smiled as he changed into sweats and a t-shirt. You opted for boyshorts and one of Dean’s t-shirts you had managed to keep at your place. It wasn’t too late, but the two of you were beat from the weekend. You turned on the television in your room, set the timer for it to shut off, and snuggled up next to your boyfriend. Dean kissed your forehead and thanked you again for a really great weekend.

“I hope you thanked Jess and Sam as much as you’re thanking me,” you answered. “They rented the cabin, you know.”

“I know, and I’m definitely grateful to them, too,” Dean assured. “But you’re here now. So I can tell you now.”

“Fair enough.” You took a deep breath. “I like this. Beginning and ending my day with you. It’s perfect.”

Dean gave you a half-smile. “When you say things like that – that’s why I don’t need you to say the other thing back, Y/N. But it’s also why I couldn’t wait to tell you. Even if you’re not next to me, every day for me begins and ends with you. You’re pretty frequently in that middle part, too. You’re everything, and you have been for going on seven weeks.”

You took a deep breath. “How did I get so lucky?”

Dean shook his head. “No, that’s not it. Pretty sure I’m quoting a movie when I say this, but we’re both blessed. We got each other. And no matter what happens in the future, I know we’re always going to have each other. Let me tell you one more thing about what I said earlier, then I’ll let you go to sleep.”

“I’m listening.”

“When we were at the cabin and things got heated, we said that we wanted to be in love before sex came into play. I want to be very clear that me telling you I love you has nothing to do with that. The timing is coincidence, is all. If we want another ten years, so be it.” You made a face, and Dean chuckled. “Okay, maybe not ten years. But you know what I mean. I just want you next to me. That’s all.”

You leaned up a little more to kiss him. “Like I said earlier, Sparky. I’ll never get enough of you. I’m here, next to you, for as long as you’ll have me. You’re the only one I want.”

Dean smiled and kissed you again. “Then I guess I should cancel the plans I had with Caitlin next week.”

“Jess’s sister-in-law?” you frowned.

“The girl from the shop,” Dean laughed. “I didn’t even think about them having the same name.”

You pinched him in the side for that one; he responded by tickling you until you begged for mercy. When he finally gave it up, you were on your back and he was smiling down at you, hovering over your body.

“Would you really consider dating her again?”

“First of all, I never dated her. We went on one date, and I took her to mom’s once. That’s it,” Dean reminded you. “And, to answer your question, absolutely not. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your heart in anyway, pretty girl. I’ll say it this once more because it’s still my birthday so I’m allowed, then I’ll drop it until you’re ready to hear it again: you’re it for me. I love you. That’s all I need to know.”

As Dean’s lips met yours for what was probably the five-hundredth time but still felt like the first time, you knew that somehow, that was all you needed to know, too.

Nobody But You

anonymous asked:

Hey. Could you rec anything in which either Derek or Stiles are chubby? I know it's not something popular, so if you don't that's fine. Thx.

chubby derek:

Sweatin’ with the Sourwolf (complete | 12,431 | Rated M)

The one where Derek loses his awesome figure and Stiles comes in to save the day.

Table 815 (incomplete ½ | 10,880 | Rated M)

Assistant Professor Derek Hale is in desperate need of a vacation and decides to go on a transatlantic cruise. Derek has heard that the average American gains ten pounds on a cruise ship, but he’s certain that’s just an urban legend – until he gets seated at senior waiter Stiles’ table. Day after day Stiles serves him more and more courses and suddenly Derek is no longer certain about a lot of things.

Stuffed (complete | 2,056 | Rated M)

“Der, I’m home. I brought some food cuz I didn’t know if you’ve eaten yet.” Stiles flicks the light in the kitchen on to see that there are two empty pizza box sitting on the table along with an almost empty bottle of Coca- Cola. Stiles smiles to himself.

or Stiles is a feeder and Derek is his fat boyfriend.

The Big Picture (3 works | 1,932 | Rated M)

Stiles had like, a really, really big crush on the guy. He only realized it once Derek had left, and there was suddenly a surly werewolf shaped hole in his life where Derek should have been. But he’s sure it was always sort of there, lurking underneath every interaction they had.

Then Derek had come back sort of…soft. And Stiles, well, Stiles was way into that. Not that he hadn’t been into all those muscles being on display at literally every available moment where it was even remotely okay to be shirtless, but. There was something about how he was now that made Stiles’s blood run hot.

“…So?” (complete | 6,945 | Rated M)

Stiles is sixteen and head over heels in love with Derek, however, it’s been six months and they haven’t done more than kissing and he has yet to see his gorgeously hot boyfriend shirtless. Stiles figures the reason for Derek’s shyness might be that he’s slowly easing himself into the whole ‘intimacy with boys’ thing, but a run-in with bullies during date-night reveals the source of Derek’s insecurities to be something else entirely: his weight.

chubby stiles:

Body Shots and Whipped Cream (2 works | 2,648 | Rated M)

An evening of Truth or Dare featuring whipped cream and body shots leads Stiles to the startling realization that Derek (the broody object of his unrequited desires for almost a year now) is not, in fact, turned off by his extra weight, but actually likes it - a lot. Who knew?

Stiles’ POV.

c’mon, c’mon now take the chance (1 work | 6,191 | Rated M)

Stiles felt like somewhere along the way, he had taken a turn for the twilight zone. Sure, it was all fun and games until the werewolf alpha wanted to force-feed him pizza slices—and who knows what the fuck else came after that.

Full Belly Workout: Intermediate Course (complete | 5,770 | Rated E)

It kind of became this thing, though, it’s not quite a secret, but something he just doesn’t talk about or even think about, really. Where he goes all out when he has some time away from Derek. They can both make some mean healthy shit, but sometimes Stiles just wants one or two (or three) double bacon cheeseburgers. Maybe a pepperoni pizza with a side of nachos and chicken wings. Stiles just likes food, okay? 

Freshman 15 (complete | 10,137 | Rated E)

WARNING: first attempt into a slight chubby!Kink If not your thing, please don’t read!

Stiles is a college Student with a serious crush on a fellow dark and handsome student. When Derek gets a job at the local coffee shop will Stiles finally get the chance he needs to make a move? human/college AU Rated Explicit for later chapters

Your Body feels like Home to me (complete | 2,493 | Rated E)

Derek never expected Stiles to have issues about her body. Stiles had such a vibrant personality, filled up rooms with instant chatter and light and Derek couldn’t even understand how someone could get stuck about something as unimportant as her weight. It had taken Derek quite a while to convince Stiles that he wasn’t fucking with her. That he actually liked her and wanted to be with her in every way. And yes, that included wanting to hold her hand in public, wanting to share milkshakes at the diner after a late night stake out and also wanting to fuck her senseless on every surface inside – and sometimes outside – of his apartment.


A Study in (Chubby) Kink (3 works | 5,835 | Rated E)

“Jesus, I’m really getting big, aren’t I?”

The tone in Stiles’s voice is embarrassed, a little bit dark with some emotion Derek can’t place, but then he looks up to catch Derek’s reaction like he thinks he’s being sly, and Derek is sure his face isn’t quite as impassive as he wants it to be.

Derek opens his mouth again to protest, to make Stiles feel better if that’s what he wants, but Stiles continues. “It’s okay, dude. I know I am. I just, I keep eating so much. It’s like I can’t stop. ‘M such a pig, Derek. You should’ve seen what I ate earlier.”

Sweetie Pies (4 works | 6,947 | Rated PG-13)

PROMPT: Chubby!Stiles and/or chubby!Derek; foodies, weight gain, stuffing?, ~vague, kink related stuff~

It all started with a batch of peanut butter cookies.
Or at least, that’s what Stiles says to himself. He can’t –and won’t- admit to himself yet that the reason he goes into the little bakery next to the grocery store is not just for the delicious cookie and other treats on offer, it’s also because of a certain guy who seems to run the place.