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100 Harry Potter Prompts: Part 1

This list is #$@&%*! amazing, amigos! Thanks for all the submissions. Here is part 1:

  1. Parseltongues aren’t the only ones who can talk to certain animals; There are a number of hereditary abilities that allow wizards to understand and communicate with other species. You are a young wizard who can understand birds, and it is driving you CRAZY.
  2. 10 years later, on the day of the battle of Hogwarts. George is standing in front of the mirror, looking himself in the eyes, wishing that his reflection was someone else.
  3. Harry Potter prompt: The Basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets is back! …but now it’s the size of a thread snake.
  4. A muggle angered by the fact that there are only 10 dragons in this world and 7 of them are European, sets off to find more dragons.
  5. Your entire family is full of Hufflepuffs, so during your sorting you begged the Sorting Hat to place you there. Now you’re older and definitely a Slytherin and you need to hide it.
  6. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes has an adult section in the back.
  7. after Ron picks up the wrong hairs for a polyjuice potion Hermione is making, the two find themselves in each other’s bodies.
  8. You are the new heir of Slytherin, capable of opening the Chamber of Secrets and talking to snakes. On your first visit you find the monster dead. Not that you care, you never hated muggles anyway. Instead you start giving guided tours, charging a couple of Sickles for each tour, trying your best not to make the teachers notice.
  9. You’re a muggle born sorted into Slytherin of all places. The other students warn you that the Bloody Baron hates muggles, but to your surprise, the ghost has somewhat of a different view on muggleborns like you…
  10. Harry DOES get sorted into Slytherin when he asks not to be and becomes best friends with Draco as well.
  11. No one knew Voldemort was the last line of defence against them. Now he’s gone, and they are coming.
  12. Many years after the Dark Lord Voldemort was killed, a new dark lord has come. He’s part of the ministry and the new candidate for minister of magic..
  13. When Harry Potter dies in his first year at Hogwarts, Hermoine Granger takes on the duty of defeating the dark lord and succeeds in her task in the second year. The wizarding world is safe once again. Describe how she managed this.
  14. Write about Hermiones struggles and success as Minister of Magic.
  15. The dementors may suck the souls out of their victims with their kiss, but what happens to the soul after that?
  16. As a young gifted wizard, Sirius Black once found the Mirror of Erised; but what did he see as he glanced upon its glass?
  17. Hagrid comes every year to celebrate Harry’s birthday
  18. Harry never got a letter. He goes through his day to day life as a muggle, never noticing obnoxiously weird things around him. Write a day in the life of harry the muggle
  19. You’re invited to Tom riddle’s 6th birthday party
  20. Magical patronuses are extremely rare. It’s said that only the pure or the purely evil can conjure them. You’re a Slytherin trying to prove what they say about Slytherins is wrong. In Defence against dark arts, you just found out your patronus is a Hungarian horntail.
  21. “Don’t worry, Potter,” said the Dark Lord, “killing will get easier. And as my right hand man, you’ll need to get used to it.”
  22. Au where Snape is the chosen one and Harry is the Potions master
  23. In second year, Draco writes in the diary of Tom Riddle instead, and gets some pretty sound advice.
  24. “You went to school for seven years and THIS is what you use your skills on? Just- Just tell us why THIS branch of Animagi…?”
  25. Harry’s a girl, and has to deal with all the Voldemort shit when she has cramps so she’s extra pissed off.
  26. The Nimbus 3000 just came out, you are one galleon short but you desperately want it, how will you get your hands on the new broom?
  27. You somehow stumble into Filch’s office and grab the nearest artifact before you escape.
  28. Both Harry and Neville are the ‘chosen ones’. Only together are they able to defeat the Dark Lord. Unfortunately, everyone thinks only Harry is the ‘chosen one’. Follow Neville and co. as they discover the truth.
  29. Divination has a new muggle-born teacher, who seems more intent on teaching useful life lessons than magic.
  30. “You’re a wizard, Hermione.”
  31. “How many times have I told you to leave your dragons in Romania?!”
  32. “You’re a wizard, Harry.” “No shit!”
  33. All the Harry Potter character have switch roles, so that the heroes are now the villains. Who’s who and what happens?
  34. Mcgonagall, after noticing Harry’s letter is being ignored, goes to the Dursleys to check on the young wizard.
  35. Harry wonders what the fuck kinda school this is when Dumbledore says “ The third floor corridor is out of bounds for anyone that doesn’t want to die a most painful death.”
  36. Hermione Granger is one of those kids who is in classes meant for those a few years older than her, she is a genius.
  37. You are a muggle, yet direct magic doesn’t affect you, you wander into Hogwarts, you are not harmed by the shriek of mandrake plants, a basilisk cannot petrify you, magical devices break at your touch. you are a magic null.
  38. You thought you’d made a simple mistake in potions. As you sit outside the headmaster’s office, straining to hear the grave conversation from behind the door, it dawns on you that your error couldn’t have been as simple as it seemed.
  39. Harry goes on a journey of self-love by hiking around an Arby’s parking lot at 2am.
  40. The series is entirely the same but Voldemort and Snape have swapped noses .
  41. A day in the life of Dobby.
  42. Lucius is sacrificed by Voldemort and dies in the Wizarding War leaving pregnant Narcissa disillusioned and scared. She seeks help from Dumbledore and becomes a double agent.
  43. “Hmm, courage… yes… plenty of intelligence too! Very loyal… but crafty… hmm. Tricky, very tricky. I’m sorry, but you don’t seem to belong in any specific house. Better be… HOGWARTS!!!”
  44. Harry and Ron/Hermione and Ginny become the canon ships.
  45. Hermione and Ron visit America for a family vacation. Write about their adventures.
  46. Sassy harry calling Snape and Dumbledore out on their bullshit   24/7.
  47. Ravenclaws have a chamber of secrets, but it’s just a library of infinite knowledge too nerdy to touch.
  48. Post-apocalyptic Draco and Harry, where Draco needs the help of Harry in order for both of them to survive.
  49. You thought you were a muggle-born witch/wizard and then you find one of your long before ancestors in the portraits of the school’s corridors.
  50. You can do magic without a wand. You are the second most wanted after Voldemort.
  51. Disco balls and disco and lgbt folks at Hogwarts
  52. A student is accepted into Hogwarts only to find out it was a mistake and they don’t actually have any magical abilities. Tell their story of trying to make it through Hogwarts after all these years.
  53. Remus Lupin adopts Harry.  He never lived with the Dursleys. Tell us his happy Wizarding Childhood.
  54. You’re a historian writing a critical paper on The Battle Of Hogwarts. You believe the existing discourse has ignored the significance of one woman: Mrs Norris. Write a paper discussing her much-maligned role in the Battle of Hogwarts.
  55. A story about the lonely, never-useful life of Snape’s shampoo bottle.
  56. Rumour has it the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher has already arrived and is hiding. Whoever finds them gets 500 points for their house.
  57. write the wizarding sex ed pamphlet that gets handed out to fifth years.
  58. everything’s the same except every character is a lizard.
  59. Describe the three trials in the next Triwizard Tournament.
  60. “Nobody knew about the fifth Hogwarts founder, and the secret they hid in the castle… until now”
  61. Minerva McGonagall is quite puzzled by Dumbledore’s recent hires for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and would like to have a serious talk with him about it.
  62. You decide to try flying on a broom just for shits and giggles. It works, and now you need help. A lot of help.
  63. The previous magical protection of the prime minister has been retired. You have taken their place.
  64. The Wizarding World decided it’s time to explore space.
  65. Doleres Umbridge is now the head teacher of Hogwarts and president Snow form panel is the minister for magic. They have reinvented the triwizard tournament to have aspects of the hunger games. Tell the story of this year’s tributes.
  66. “When I wished to be part of the world of Harry Potter, I was hoping for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts, not for the bridge I was crossing to be demolished by death eaters on my way home from work!”
  67. You are a squib from a long line of witches and wizards who has never made any contact with the Muggle world. Today is your first day of high school.
  68. Hermione blinked. “You’re right, Ron. I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.”
  69. Through a series of events, you land yourself in the world of Harry Potter. The catch? You’ve never read a word from the books and have absolutely no clue what’s going on.
  70. The entire series but everyone is emo as hell.
  71. You are Harry Potter’s less famous twin sibling. All you want is a quiet wizarding school life.
  72. Write the science behind magic.
  73. You are in the infamous library where no books have titles. Somehow, you pick up Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. You want to help in any way you can.
  74. “The wand chooses the wizard” except this time three have chosen the same master. And they’re attempting to duel each other.
  75. Re-write one of the quidditch chapters from the perspective of the snitch.
  76. Harry being raised by Sirius and Remus because they actually caught Wormtail
  77. Dumbledore reads My Immortal and thinks it’s really good.
  78. “The Death Eaters stole this from the Muggles. What is it, Hermione?” “Ron, I…I think it’s a Nuke.”  "WICKED! Dad’s gonna love this!“
  79. Draco and Ron get in a wizard’s fight; Harry has to reveal his love for Draco by protecting him.
  80. While looking through Filch’s files of rescinded objects, you find something extremely dangerous. Just as you put it in your pocket for later investigation, you get caught by Peeves the poltergeist.
  81. A deaf Ravenclaw, a disabled Slytherin, a mute Gryffindor, and a black trans Hufflepuff help together to cope with each other’s’ problems.
  82. You’ve just received a Howler in front of the whole school. What does it say and how does the school react?
  83. A very derpy Dementor who doesn’t even try and suck souls, but just wants to be friends with everyone and gets sad easily so everyone has to cheer it up.
  84. As it turns out, Neville is the strongest wizard of all.
  85. Write a love story about Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
  86. Your boggart and your reflection in the Mirror of Erised show the same thing.
  87. Who maintains the enchanted ceiling at Hogwarts? How did they get the job and what’s their life like?
  88. Finally, Hogwarts gets its Wi-Fi hotspot.
  89. After a traumatising first year at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley has to learn to deal with the long-term psychological effects of having been possessed by a dark wizard.
  90. Someone didn’t focus enough when trying to apparate somewhere and somehow wound up on Mars.
  91. You show someone the Mirror of Erised for the first time. You ask what they see, and they just look at you strangely. “What? Did you forget how mirrors work? I just see us.”
  92. A story written from the perspective of a student who died in the battle of Hogwarts, and is now a ghost there.
  93. Hogwarts wants to open a school in another part of the world.
  94. It’s been a hundred years, or so, and you’re still stuck in this dusty, shabby place. As a wand, it would be nice if you could finally choose the perfect wizard to wield you.
  95. You hide pictures of Voldemort in most  unusual places to freak other students out
  96. AU where all spells are imaginary. They’re basically running around with sticks yelling nonsense.
  97. The DA learned their most important lesson from Hermione - always bring a gun to a wand fight.
  98. Write about the day the magical world discovered internet (and proceeded to make their own WizNet)
  99. Harry Potter where Harry’s dad survived but is left emotionally destroyed by Voldemort’s attack.
  100. Harry Potter lowers his wand at himself. He swore he would rid the world of Horcruxes. He was about to make good on that promise.

 Let’s make a new list right away. Do you have a prompt for us?

01/27/2010

This comic is one of the most experimental pieces that I have come across since starting this project. Liz greets Jon in passing, who is working on a sudoku puzzle. She inquires about the puzzle, and Jon states that he has been working on it all day. Liz then replies that she had finished her sudoku puzzle during breakfast and walks away. It is at this point for seemingly no reason at all that Jon’s physical form shrinks to a portion of it’s former size, and this ends the comic.

At first glance, it is quite a surreal piece. This comic seems to lack a distinct punchline, which is typically an absolute staple for three panel comics. This is very odd behavior for Jim Davis, and one might ponder “What was he thinking with this one?” Researching the date of this comic, this comic fell on a Wednesday, so it wasn’t the fault of the Mondays. So could it be possible that we have actually found an example of a weaker comic when compared to others? Is it even possible for this brilliant man to create a weak comic? Well, the answer is no. This comic is actually it is one of his strongest, and really shows the length that Jim Davis is willing to go to experiment and entertain us. I’ll explain below the break.

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Do Kyungsoo // Calamity

Summary: Kyungsoo is the owner of a coffee house, and extremely adorable and fun - and he’s also one of your closest friends. It’s just such a shame that you had to ruin everything by falling in love with him. playlist 
Scenario: angst, barista!au
Word Count: 4,740

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Chapter 72 ramblings


It’s striking how far away Levi sits from everyone here. The rest are all gathered ‘round the table, but not Levi. He sits alone at the far back, observing, listening.

He knows where this conversation is going. When Hange turns to Erwin to ask what could possibly be in the basement, the entire next page is a series of closeups of Erwin and Levi. Levi has the look of a man who knows the inevitable approaches. And what comes next is this: 

Erwin declares that retaking Maria will commence in two days. They will find out for themselves what secrets lie in the basement. Everyone is fired up, smiling. They rise and depart, talking amongst themselves – all except Levi, whose head hangs low. I never noticed before that he doesn’t participate at all in the roundtable discussion. He doesn’t say a single thing

The first words he speaks are to Erwin alone after he’s shut the door. What follows is what he’s been thinking about while sitting in that chair.


Levi’s not interested in the basement, nor its contents. “This may be jumping the gun” he says. It is. Levi wants to know what happens if Erwin never makes it out of the basement, or even to the basement. His sole concern is Erwin. Not anyone else, not the soldiers, not Hange, not even himself. “I’m asking because I don’t know if you’ll make it that far” he says and his face is pained, the shadows under his eyes accentuated. 

 You might even say that he’s being kind of a dick, what with saying Erwin’s crippled and is likely to end up as titan bait. And Erwin even forlornly clutches his hollow sleeve like a teenage girl whose insecurities are made visible and thrown in her face. But then, in the lower third panels, this scene becomes something else. Levi’s coldness takes on a new shape, and becomes the cheesy equivalent of tearfully throwing stones at your dog to stop him from following you into danger. Levi frames his request to leave Erwin behind as not wanting a liability on the field.

He’ll tell the others he didn’t want Erwin on the field because of his missing arm (implying that it is only a cover – he is not actually a dick, after all. Not to Erwin anyway). Hell, Levi will bitch at Erwin in earnest until he gives in. He does bitch.  Erwin dies and everything is over, he argues. Erwin’s brain is what they need, not his fighting.  And finally, that staying behind is the best choice for humanity

Erwin does not agree and begins to give his reasons in his usual silvertongue manner, but is quickly interrupted by Levi who let’s him know that’s all bullshit and they both know it, and he better drop it before Levi breaks his legs. And Erwin laughs, gives up the charade and reaches for honesty: Erwin must see the truth with his own eyes when it is revealed. This, he says, is more important than humanity, more important than his life.

And what can Levi say to that? Erwin will not be swayed. Look at Levi on the next panel. Isayama has chosen to frame him from above, making him look even smaller. He can’t even look at Erwin anymore. He’s looking down, his hands hanging at his sides. Levi looks utterly defeated

He slams the door on his way out, and goes off to drink alone in the dark (look at that beer mug!!), where he overhears the trio’s dreams for the future, probably thinking of his own, and Erwin’s, and I imagine the people he’s lost and is sure to lose again.



tl;dr: Everyone’s talking about the mission and the basement and all Levi wants is to protect Erwin. My wittle bb ;___;

The World is an asshole - Superboy x Batsis (reader)

So I wanted to write a Clark Kent story but have kind of a writer’s block on it right now so…What’s the next best thing ? CONNER Kent. Yup. Totally. So here’s a story with Conner dating Batsis and blahblahblah. This is somewhat of a continuation of my stories “You’re kind of an asshole” and “they’re kind of asshole”. …This is too long, sorry for the super long story, hope you’ll still like it: 

PART 1, PART 2

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The World was kind of an asshole. 

It’s the only thought you have as everything happens. 

The World was kind of an asshole. 

Oh  you had enough. 

This was just too much. You couldn’t handle it. 

Why could nothing go your way ?! Why everything had to always be so damn difficult ? You were so close from a nervous breakdown. 

THIS WAS ALL TOO MUCH ! 

And no one could help you. You were all alone in this.

No one could cheer you up. 

Not even Conner’s reassuring arms and kisses, your brothers’ soothing words and hugs or your dad’s smile could make things better. If this thing wasn’t working, your life would just be ruined…

In a last, and full of spite, action, you…punch the AC with all your might.

And, thanks all the Gods that ever existed, it turns on again. With a sigh of contentment you stay in front of the cool air and life comes back to you again. 

It was summer time and the heat was killing you. 

You were a creature of the cool and refreshing air of the night. 

From Gotham City at that, a place where, for over two third of the year, it was rain, thunderstorms and snow. 

Hot weather always got to you. Making you grumpy (grumpier than usually, you were a Wayne after all) and irritable. 

And of course, the AC at the Young Justice’s headquarters was broken, and no one seemed to know how to fix it…Well, that was until you punched the main panel that was in the room you all hung in the most, making it work again somehow. And damn it felt good.

Relishing in the cold wind brushing you, you closed your eyes and sigh once more. After a few minutes of standing there, finally refreshed and in a giddy mood once more, you open your eyes and join your friends back on the couches everyone was sitting on. 

They didn’t even register what you just did, used to you and your antics but…Wally can’t help but say : 

-Do you really have to punch all your problems away ? 

You smile and chuckle lowly, as you sit next to Conner and his arms automatically wrap around your shoulders. 

-Hey, I’ve been raised by the Punch Master, dude. So, the answer is : yes. Yes I do. Besides, AC’s working again so…you know. 

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Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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Third First Kiss [Plance, VLD oneshot]

@sparklingpidge i try 

Also I didn’t realize there was a @planceday blog but here’s a belated Plance Day thing! Unedited, because I am always tired. 

Lance has always liked threes. Three sides to his favorite comfort food (pizza); three younger siblings (Rosalyn, Alonzo, Isabel); three syllables in his mother’s name (Elisa); three words in a phrase he kept out of sight but in reach (you know, just in case).

So, he guesses, when it comes to his first kiss with Pidge, he’s not all that surprised it happens three times.

 The first time is by accident.

 He’s down in the labs, gracing Pidge with his ever-helpful presence (he’d been bored, and he liked the quiet stimulation of the lab - the soft whirs and blinking light and Pidge’s constant ramblings; Pidge had told him she liked having a second pair of eyes when she worked on the ship’s hardware, and that Hunk was “too linear”, whatever that meant). She waves Lance over to peer into the narrow opening of some kind of electrical panel and see if he could spot a specific wire. It’s a task he’d managed for her countless times before, and the press of the crown of her head against his as she, too, tries to get a better look, is perfectly familiar.

 He spots it, like he always does, and she socks him in the arm in appreciation, like she always does, and they lift their heads in unison.

 His nose brushes hers. Her bangs fall over her eyes and tickle his skin. Their lips meet like tangent and curve; the barest of intersections, a beat before peeling away.

They jump back from the panel and each other. They don’t make it awkward. It’s awkward but they don’t make it that way. No one laughs it off or tries to explain it away; Pidge just picks back up with whatever she’d been talking about before (he suddenly can’t remember the topic, and struggles to follow her high, tight words over the pounding of his heart), and he nods along and eventually cracks a joke about something. Lance saunters out of the lab a few doboshes later, claiming a need to get into the bathroom and wash his face before Hunk used up all the hot water. Pidge nods and doesn’t comment on the fact that there were multiple bathrooms, and the castle never ran out of hot water.

It burns at him. All night, thoughts lick at the edge of a mind desperate for sleep, replaying that single moment over, and over, and over again until it consumes him. He burns with the memory of how quickly that accidental kiss was over; he smolders with the realization that he wants it to happen again.

 The second time is out of desperation.

They’re infiltrating another Galra base in what feels like an endless stream of Galra bases. Seriously, they knocked out one, like, twice a week. Shiro’s got Pidge and Lance on control station duty. Pidge hacks into the system, Lance sharpshooters the hell out of some sentries. Easy peasy.

 Things are going great right up until the point where they’re not: Lance takes out a sentry way on the far end of the hall, and is indulging in his customary gloating to Pidge, when a Galra soldier drops down from a cliché and totally unseen air vent, whips around, and rams some sort of pulsing, electric baton into Lance’s chest. It goes bright, and then it goes dark.

 Lance wakes up with a sputter and a gasp, like he’s broken the surface of the ocean long after he should have come up for air. A weight springs off of his chest, but whatever had been pounding away at his ribs has left everything soar. His lips are warm.

 Eyes sliding open, he’s met with a tangle of brown hair that hovers a few millimeters above his face. Lance goes cross-eyed as he stares down and sees a hand pinching his nose shut. He sees a reddened cheek and a furrowed brow, and then he sees a mouth bracketing his. Each part seems incomplete, the observation of each individual tree and a an utter missing of the forest.

 Then the lips leave his, and cool air hits his face. The picture comes together, and the picture is Pidge, leaning over him, face mottled with worry, fingers still holding his nose.

“You’re okay,” she breathes. The hard lines on her face start to soften. “You’re an idiot,” she continues, “but you’re okay.”

 *It’s not my fault that guy came from the ceiling,* he tries to say, but it comes out as a painful wheeze instead. Pidge realizes where her other hand is and unplugs his nose.

 “Pidge, is Lance okay?” Shiro’s voice echoes from some distant place. “Hunk is bringing the Yellow Lion in closer, but we’ve got to move fast.”

Pidge calls back in the affirmative, and Lance even manages to raise a shaky thumbs up.

“Here we go,” she says, voice so low that only Lance could possibly hear it. “I’ve got to carry your ass around again.”

But there’s zero actual malice in her words, and she darts back down and presses her lips to his so fast that he almost thinks he’s imagining it. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, or the fact that his heart literally stopped, but he’s pretty sure Pidge’s cheeks run pink as she slips an arm under his shoulder and helps Shiro hoist him up, just like Lance is pretty sure that last lip contact was *not* a traditional step in performing CPR.

Lance thinks of her as the healing pod lulls him into a medically-induced sleep. She’s the first thing on his mind when he wakes up.

The third time is intentional. Or, at least, he hopes it will be. Lance hasn’t actually worked up the nerve, even though he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him. Pidge is so, so close, which doesn’t make anything easier.

It’s video game night. They have one every Friday, or, well, what they’ve designated at Friday, since is impossible to really tell on the ship. Normally the whole team pile into the lounge for a raucous, tournament-style Earth game throwdown, but tonight, it’s just him and Pidge. Keith and Hunk had a meeting with the Blade of Marmora that just couldn’t be rescheduled, and Allura, Shiro, and Coran were working late to draft a treatise for a recently liberated system. Allura had offered a seat at the table if Lance and Pidge wanted to join in the ‘vital act of diplomacy’. They’d offered a hard pass in return.

There’s nothing unusual about the banter that flies between them, or even the way Pidge careens half into his lap as she leans hard with her controller, insisting that it really did make the car on the screen turn better. The tension though, that was different. No matter how casually he tried to act, every word sounds a little stilted, a bit off, and maybe it’s just him but it seems like Pidge feels it too. It gets thicker the longer the game goes on.

Lance has been thinking about this for quintants. He’s been losing precious, irreplaceable beauty sleep over it. With a long exhale and a nod, Lance jabs the pause button on the controller.

“Lance, what the quiz-”

“I want to kiss you.”

It takes every ounce of will in his body not to groan. That’s not what he’d practiced saying. He was supposed to be suave, and charming, and not sounding like he was about to choke on his own tongue. Lance hazards a glance at Pidge. Her eyebrows do an impressive climb towards her hairline and her lips part.

He’s got about a zillion things he could say to try and make this better, clean it up or make it a joke. Instead, he just turns to stare at her and hopes whatever answer she comes up with won’t be washed out by the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

“But you've… already kissed me? We’ve done that?” she says slowly.

Okay. Not the worst answer, though not as 'head over heels in love’ as he was hoping for. But encouraging enough for the next thing that comes out of his mouth:

“I want to kiss you again.”

Pidge straightens next to him on the couch, and tucks her hands in her lap. “Really.”

Lance puts a hand on her shoulder and turns her gently to face him. Nothing but his pride to lose. And, well, maybe her, but he doesn’t let himself dwell on that any more than he already has.

“Reallly really. Pidge, I want to kiss you again,” he declares. “I want to get our third first kiss out of the way, so that we can start on our second kiss and cross that off the list too, and so on, and so forth.”

Pidge raises an eyebrow, but she hasn’t tried to pull away. That’s a good sign, right?

“Our third first-?” she cuts herself off, lets out a short huff, and leans in. Reaching up, she cups his face in her hands and plants her lips on his.

It might be their third first kiss, but it feels like something altogether new: with a kiss this slow and deliberate, Lance can drink in every detail. Pidge’s lips are chapped but warm, and grow pliant as his mouth moves against hers. Her hands sink from his face down to his chest. Her eyes flutter shut, and so do his.

The kiss is chaste but deep, the kind that leaves him needing more of her, and closer. They break for air, and instead of some smart comment, Lance just rests his hands on her hips and pulls her into his lap. She comes with no protest, wrapping her arms around her neck and diving back in for another kiss - their second, if he’s counting right.

 Lance has always liked threes, but past the second kiss he loses track. The numbers blend, and suddenly, it seems so much less important how many times he’s kissed Pidge, as the fact that he’s even kissing Pidge in the first place. All that matters, he decides, is that he can keep kissing her for a long, long, long time after.

Kiwi: Part Six

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.



The recording studio was smaller than Cal thought it would be.

From the outside, it really just looked like a regular house on the beachside. There were large bay windows that faced the water, which revealed a lounging area filled with several eclectic couches and a handful of acoustic guitars that hung on the walls.

They had spent most of the ten-minute walk in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind, by any means—but he could tell that there was something deeper going on in her mind, and he didn’t want to somehow made her feel pressured in any way.

He also couldn’t help but feel a tad bit nervous.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the words that she’d said back in the bar. Why did he like her? What was it about her that drew him to her so strongly, that made it so hard for him to just say goodbye and walk away?

The front of the beach house was adorned with a bright blue door that was decorated with a golden doorknob. There were several plants that hung off of the ceiling of the porch, and there were a few lounge chairs that had been set up. It was illuminated by a row of three lamps that hung from the ceiling, and the light of the moon reflected off of the water. The palm trees framed the home nicely—as Harry unlocked the front door and swung it open so they could head inside, she could smell the scent of rainclouds rolling onto the island.

“So this is where you hang out?” Cal asked, her eyes scanning the room as she walked inside. The front door opened right into the same sitting area she saw earlier with the bright colored couches and the acoustic guitars, except there were pictures that were hanging off of the walls which she didn’t see at first.

Some of them were abstract—colors and shaped that had been layered atop of each other in a way which made the artist feel something. Others were pictures: one of the Big Ben in London, another of the New York City Skyline, for example. It was an odd mix and match of art pieces, but they somehow went together perfectly.

“This is where I hang out…when you’re not dragging me around the island, that is,” he added, smiling. She couldn’t help but smile at his words, the unease that she had felt earlier already slightly dissipating.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she teased back halfheartedly, walking deeper into the room. Harry watched her as she looked around, and he smiled at the way she seemed to genuinely look at every square inch of what was put in front of her.

Most people rushed through every second of their lives. She might have been the only person he’d ever met who actually preferred to be at a stand-still.

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Failure to Set-Up - Jim Kirk

Summary: Just an evening with Bones and Jim in which you want to set your friend Bones up with someone and your boyfriend, Jim, won’t let you.

Prompt: the “Aw, babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing.” scene from Parks and Recreation.

Warnings: language, friends bein’ friends

A/N: IT’S ALL DIALOGUE. s’not really a jim kirk fic, i guess. but there’s a reader x jim pairing. it’s friends talking to friends, making fun of friends, hanging out with friends. it’s a good ass time, folks. 


Standing in the doorway of his office, Leonard glowered at you with his most exhausted scowl.

You would have been offended and thought the action to be a result of your sitting in his chair with your feet atop the desk had it not been for the large wet spot darkening the blue fabric of his uniform from rib to hip. 

He held a towel to the lake-sized spot— a towel that you could only describe as the color of unbrushed teeth— and strands of his dark hair abandoned its clean ‘do to fall into his hazel eyes, his head tipped downwards.

You clicked your tongue and scoffed loudly in annoyance when he neared the desk and used the back of his PADD to swat at your boots repeatedly, only stopping when your feet hit the ground. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

“Ask me what’s on my shirt, (Y/N). Do me the great pleasure of askin’ that.” A sigh heavy enough to contain the weight of the world left his lips as he fell into the thinner, much smaller chair across the desk.

Frowning as you watched him struggle to hold his head up as if he was imitating an infant, you complied. “What is on your shirt, Leonard?”

“This, sweetheart, is the piss from a man’s bedpan,” he told you, rubbing his left eye with two of his fingers. “Now ask me how that happened.”

“How did that happen?” you almost deadpanned.

“One of his jackass ensign pals spilled somethin’ on the floor n’ slipped on it, knocked right into me.” He dropped his hands to sit on either of his knees. “Ask me what was in my hands.”

“I think I can connect the dots from here.”

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Wordless Apologies

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: 
Leonard McCoy X female reader.
Prompt: “We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work.  Or waffles, friends and work.  But work has to come third.”  “What? Does that feel good?”
Word Count: 1497.
Warnings:
None.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: you’re desperate to get out of med bay after an away mission gone wrong lands you in quarantine, and while you’re peeved at Leonard for keeping you hostage in isolation for so long, he’s got a plan to making it up to you.
Author’s Note: Written for @atari-writes s birthday challenge.  Late to the party, as usual, but I did it! Happy extremely belated birthday, darlin’, and I hope you like this!

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

Wordless Apologies

We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work,” you placate, watching Leonard as he hovers over you with a dermal regenerator.  “Or waffles, friends, and work – but work has to come third.”

Leonard’s expression doesn’t lift in the slightest and you know your attempt at jest is for naught – he’s still too wound up after an extended period of loss of radio contact between you and the Enterprise.  The away mission you’d gone on, leaving him back on the bridge, had been successful, even if you’d collected a few cuts and scrapes in the processes.  And potentially been exposed to a deadly pathogen carried by some of the hostages your security team had rescued.  The hostages were being tended to by Dr. M’Benga and the nurses and debriefed by the captain and Mr. Spock, and you had the great misfortune of having your boyfriend the CMO’s undivided attention.

“You could have died,” Leonard mutters as he sets the regenerator aside and leans in to inspect the faint discolored line left over from where a phaser bolt had grazed your side.  “You could still be dying – we don’t know what this virus’ incubation period is.  You might not show symptoms for days or weeks, and until we know more, you’re stuck in here.”

Your eyes linger on the pale blue shimmer of the isolation field that’s been generated around you since all of the ship’s proper isolation rooms are in use by those who are actively ill and contagious.

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Dean is an Abuser - Analysis

(tw: abuse, parental abuse, father abuse)

Note: Before anyone is like “Jenna u hav no idea wht ur talking abt” I am victim of parental, in this case fatherly, abuse. I just don’t want people to think I don’t know what I’m talking about and think I’m flinging the word “abuse” all around willy nilly. So LETS GO

I love! Long Exposure! So much! Mars is AMAZING at storytelling, pacing, and her characters are so easy to love? I love them? She’s amazing, please go tell her that!!

And now while all of us Love Mitch, Jonas, Sid, etc there is the Other spectrum with characters like Dean and Neil that we’re SUPPOSED to hate! And Mars is doing a spectacular job showing how the audience is Not supposed to side with them.

But, from an outsider perspective that doesn’t know subtle signs of abuse, I can understand why it doesn’t click right away that Dean is supposed to be an abuser. While there are those who dislike him, I sense some hesitancy calling Dean a downright abuser, and well STRAP IN because he is.

ALSO DIDN’T PROOF READ IT CAUSE I’M LAZY

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You're my home/Part 2

Warnings: Reader is a young single mom. 

Notes: I’m glad that you like the first part guys! This is probably going to become a series, are you excited?? Tell me what do you think, hope you like it!!

Oh, and the title will make sense in the next parts of the story.

Part 1


“Hey (Y/N)!” You heard someone by your side and smiled when you saw that it was Cliff. He took you to a room in the hotel, next to the big auditorium where the panel would happen. The fans weren’t aloud to go there, but the cast didn’t stay there either, so normally people of the production passed through it. It had some food tables and some couches in there. You were sitting in one, with Lottie sleeping in your lap. “So, the photos were revealed. Here you go.” He said extending you three pitcures. You remembered taking just two….

“Thank you!” You said happily and looking at them, your heart melting. The first one was the one in which Lottie was in Jared’s arms and he and Jensen were hugging you; you didn’t see anything different in the second one at a first glance, but then you saw that Jensen wasn’t smiling at the camera, he was looking at you with adoration in his face. Your heart sped up, and you decided to see the other picture before you passed out. The third one you hadn’t seen Chris take. It was the exact moment when Jared entered the room, Lottie was in Jensen’s arms but with her arms extended to Jared, both with big smiles. 

“They’re beautiful…” You said and Cliff smiled.

“Glad you like it… The panel will start in 5 minutes, and since all the chairs are already occupied, Jensen said that if you wanted to see it backstage…” Cliff said and you opened your mouth in surprise, Jensen himself offered for you to stay backstage?? Was this really happening?

“Yeah, of course.” You said nodding with your head. 

“Great, you just have to pass thought that door, and turn on the first right. I must go, have fun.” He said and waved goodbye. “Oh, I almost forgot the VIP card.” He handed it to you and you thanked him. You slowly shook Lottie to wake her up, and she opened her dark green eyes yawning. 

“We have to go, okay?” You said and she nodded, still a little confused and sleepy. You put the photos in your bag, and with your daughter in your arms, you got up following the directions that Cliff gave you. You entered the backstage area and immediately saw Jared kissing Genevieve, his wife, and Jensen’s face lit up when your eyes connected. He was already coming in your direction when Jared tapped his shoulder pointing at the stage. Jensen waved to you before entering the stage with his friend. You saw Genevieve and Felicia, a.k.a, Charlie Bradbury talking, and although you really admired them as actresses too, you were too shy to go talk to them. 

You could hear all the fans screaming, and you sat in one chair that was around and that gave you a perfect view of the stage. After ten minutes, Lottie started to really wake up. She sat in your lap, slowly rubbing her eyes.

“Hey there.” You said and she sighed.

“Hi” She said looking around. “I’m hungry.” 

“You want milk?” You asked and she nodded. You put her in the ground and noticed how she was looking fixedly at the stage. You got her formula, putting it in her baby bottle and shaking it before handing it to her. 

“Mommy look! It’s Charlie!” She said stopping what she was doing and you frowned. Before you could stop her, she ran into Felicia and started to talk to her. 

“Lottie!” You said going after her. “I’m so sorry” You said to Felicia and Genevieve. 

“No problem! She was telling me that ours names are the same.” Felicia said and she smiled down at Lottie. 

“But mommy calls me Lottie.” Your daughter said. “But i’m Charlotte.” She explained and the woman laughed. 

“Are you new in the production? I’ve never seen you around.” Genevieve said politely and you shook your head. 

“I’m actually a fan… Lottie was sleepy and Cliff brought me to a quiet room, and he said if I wanted to watch the panel, I could do it from here.” You explained a little embarrassed summarizing the story. 

“How cool! I’ve never had this luck, I’m actually so unlucky.” Felicia said sighing and when you saw, you, Felicia and Genevieve were talking like you were old friends. Both had adored Lottie, and Genevieve told you about her son Tom and that she was pregnant with their second child, which surprised you a little because she hadn’t told the midia yet. You told them that you got pregnant when you were just 19 and how difficult it had been to raise Lottie alone. 

You didn’t see the panel very well, but it didn’t matter, you talked to two amazing actress and you couldn’t be happier. You heard the fans getting noisier, and Jensen and Jared entering the backstage area again. Oh, the panel had ended… You really didn’t want this to end. 

“Hey! I see you met (Y/N)” Jared said smiling, putting his hand in his wife’s shoulders. 

“Hi (Y/N)!” Jensen said getting closer before you could say anything to Jared. “Had fun?” 

“Definitely.” You answered smiling to him, noticing that Felicia was with Lottie in her arms showing her around to some people and Genevieve was talking to Jared. “You were amazing out there” You said reffering to the parts of the panel that you saw and he smiled. 

“Thank you, it’s always so fun doing panels.” He said. “I see that Lottie has become quite the celebrity around here.” He said pointing to your daughter who was talking to some girls while holding Felicia’s hand.

You smiled looking at her, and because of that you missed the smile he gave while looking at you. Jensen opened his mouth but was was interrupted by Jared before he even started to talk.

“Sorry to interrupt guys.” Jared said standing next to them. “But we don’t know where to go to dinner… Someone suggested a sushi place called Makishi. You in, J?”

“Oh, that place is falling apart.” You said without thinking. Shit. Who were you to tell them where they could or couldn’t go?

“Really? Well, good you told us, you have any suggestions (Y/N)?” Jared said interested and you were surprised that they were actually considering your opinion.   

“Hm there’s is great sushi place next to where I live, and a very good pasta house around there too.” You said including the pasta restaurant where you worked, not really trying to advertise it since it was truly nice. 

“I guess we should give it a try.” Jensen said looking at Jared and he nodded. You told him the name of the restaurants and he went away to tell everyone about the new location they would all go have dinner. “You want to go (Y/N)? I imagine you haven’t eaten yet.” Jensen said and you frowned. Was he really inviting you to go have dinner with the entire cast? An ordinary fan like you? You gulped, feeling your heart speed up. 

“Mommy!” You heard by your side, and you both laughed because of the interruption, looking at the little girl still holding Felicia’s hand. “Mommy!” She said again running to your arms and you bent down to pick her up. “I wanna go home…” She said with a pout, and you sighed looking at Jensen, and he understood. You wouldn’t be able to have dinner with them.

“Felish, Jensen, let’s go” Jared yelled from the other side of the room.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you (Y/N), you too Lottie.” Felicia said giving you a hug and squeezing your daughter’s hands, who gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her melt. You said the same to her, and she went away.

“Do you need a ride?” Jensen asked not being able to stop himself. This had never happened with a fan before, not even when he found some girl really beautiful, and he couldn’t understand why he was doing that, but he did realize that he didn’t want you to go away, he didn’t want this to end. 

“Thank you, but I’m with my car. If you guys want though, I could show you the way since the restaurant is next to my house.” You said struggling and again, you were interrupted by Jared. 

“Jensen we are 5 to go in Cliff’s car, can you go with Danny?” Jared said referring to another security guard, and your throat was starting to ache in an attempt to stop yourself from offering him a ride. He wouldn’t want to go with you, not without any security. Lottie smiled to Jared and he smiled too asking you if he could pick her up. You nodded and she went to his arms. “(Y/N) I’m sure that my friend over here already invited you, but you’re more than welcome to come with us.” Jared said making an involuntary smile appear in your face.
“I appreciate the invitation, but I really need to go home…" 

"Hmm… (Y/N), since you’re going to guide us to the place, do you think that I can go with you in your car?” Jensen asked and you almost passed out.
“Of course.” You said and he smiled to you. 

“Great! You sure you can’t go?” Jared asked making you nod and point to the little girl in his arms. “Oh I understand, a shame though. But let’s get going?” He said and you and Jensen nodded. You got Lottie from his arms, and Jared went in a different direction to go meet the rest of the crew.  

You bend down to get your bag with all yours and Lottie’s stuff, but Jensen was faster, picking it up from the floor for you. 

“Thank you.” You said with a small smile and you felt your cheeks burn. He smiled and you two went in silence through a different way, from which you had arrived, and through a private corridor so the fans wouldn’t see you three. You got in your car, adjusting Lottie in her baby seat while Jensen put your bag in the trunk. What a situation with your favorite actor that you never imagined yourself in.

“Cliff is waiting for us just outside the parking lot.” He said while looking at his phone and you nodded. You started driving, already seeing Cliff’s car up ahead.
“Mommy, put the duck song!” Lottie screamed from the back seat of the car, and you gave Jensen a sheepish smile as he laughed loudly.

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what? I love the duck song!” He said excitedly, looking back to where Lottie was and she laughed. You turned the radio while you were leaving the parking lot, seeing Cliff’s black car following you. Lottie started to sing the song and Jensen tried to follow the music, dancing and making faces with her. You and Lottie were laughing hard. Oh god, he was such a wonderful man… But after some songs and lots of laughing, she started to get tired. You turned the volume down, and soon she was passed out.

“Is her name really Lottie, or is it just a nickname?” He asked curious.

“Nickname. Her name is Charlotte.” You said and he smiled looking at her again. 

“Well, she is adorable.” He said repeating what he had said in the photo Op, making you smile proudly. “So (Y/N), tell me, were you born here in the city?”

“Oh no, I was born in Illinois.” You said.

“And why did you move?” He asked and you twisted your lips.

“Hmm… My family didn’t support me when I got pregnant, and I decided to move away from them. Different life, you know?” You said and he sighed.

“Yeah, I know. But you were of age when you had her, weren’t you?” He asked a little confused. 

“Well, yeah, but I was 19. Still too young to earn their acceptance, apparently.” You said struggling and he let a little gasp of surprise. 

“19?” He asked surprised and you looked at him smirking slightly.

“Why, do you think I look that old?” You said messing with him and he smiled, a little embarrassed. This was definitely not what he was implying. 

“Quite the contrary.” He started. “It’s just that you’re so mature… So responsible with your daughter” He said, a warm tine in his voice and you sighed. 

“I guess I just have to be, there is no time to be reckless with a little child. Actually, this is the first time in a long time that I’ve gone out to make something for me.” You said and he looked at you with a serious face. He wanted to tell you that you had to take care of yourself more often. That you had already done a lot for Lottie, and that you deserved some time for yourself. But he knew that if he said that, you eventually would start the ‘what happened to the father’ subject, and based on your reaction in the Photo Op, he supposed you didn’t really enjoy talking about him. 

“Sometimes it’s good to make something for yourself.” He said instead, and you smiled. 

“Yeah, who knows what could happen if you take a risk?” You said and for some reason those words stayed on his mind. “By the way, sorry for the fangirling, but you’re Jensen Ackles, I mean… I’ve seen you on Tv for years and now you’re in my fucking car” You said excitedly and he laughed, thinking of how adorable you were. 

“I’m glad I am.” He said simply and you felt your cheeks turning red with those words, and you swore that you tried to avoid the little smile that appeared on your face. 

“So Jensen, now it’s your turn to tell me something about you.” You said trying to end the little awkward silence after his words. 

“Hmm, I’m sure that you’ve already searched everything about my life, so there’s not much to tell you.” He said messing with you and you contained a smile.

“Shut up!” You cried and he laughed. “I have a daughter to take care of, okay? I don’t have time for stalking.” You said playfully. 

“Yeah, sure” He said like he didn’t believe in you, and you rolled your eyes.

“And we are here.” You said sighing, stopping your car in front of the sushi restaurant, seeing Cliff’s car stop too. You didn’t want him to go, and he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you for today, Jensen. I had the time of my life.” You said finally being able to turn your body and look straight to him. “And I’m sure Lottie did too." 

"It was a pleasure (Y/N), it was really nice meeting you.” He said with a small smile, searching for your hand that was resting on your lap. He squeezed it before gently kissing it. Your heart was almost stopping but you were trying to calm yourself by thinking 'You’re a fan, he does that to all the fans.’ “You’re…” He started and let a small laugh escape his mouth like he was embarrassed. “You’re amazing and you deserve to take some time for yourself once in awhile.” He said smiling and you couldn’t not smile back. “Take some risks.” He said kissing your cheek and getting out of the car before you could even understand what happened. The rest of the crew was waiting for him at the entrance, and he looked back at you when he got there, waving along with everyone else before entering the doors. You sighed when you couldn’t see them anymore, but when you started the car again, you were smiling. 

“So…?” Jared asked hopefully to Jensen when they were walking towards the table, a little far behind from the rest. 

“So what?” Jensen said like he didn’t understand what Padalecki wanted to know. 

“So that i didn’t see you so intersted in someone  as you was in that girl for a long time! You got her number at least?” Jared said making Jensen freeze while his eyes widened. “J…? Don’t tell me you didn’t get her number!" 

"Shit.”

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How Would You Like It?

A short Snowbaz fic [that strted off being] based on the song by How Would You Like It, By Lauren Aquilina

Song here
Dodie Clark cover here

Words: 2.4K

Pairings: Baz Pitch/ Simon Snow

Angst (not really but kind of)/ Fluff


Baz

            I trudged back to my room, defeated. Snow went off, again, and I looked like a complete fool, again. It started as harmless teasing, he sat next to me in potions, but not at the same table, so we weren’t partners, and he couldn’t get the potion right. Of course, it was my job as his ‘nemesis’ to make a joke out of his failure, because that’s what third-year Baz would’ve done, been relentless and careless. It was all normal, Snow’s face grew red, and his hand was by his waist—ready to hold his sword—it was just like every other petty argument we had. By this point, the entire class had their eyes on us, ready to see every little detail, so they could have the best gossip, the only thing that was different than usual was the absolute anger in Snow’s eyes, he was pissed, and it wasn’t just because of me.

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U don't have to do this if u don't want but scenario: coran has been working super hard but he been getting sick lately and keeps overworking himself until when he in the middle of cleaning the lions he full on klonks out. the lions freak out bc they've known him for so long and HE KLONK ON THE FLOOR. the paladins find him bc the lions are basically screaming in their minds "SOS" an they take care of him and remind him to take care of himself and how much he means to th team and comfort

Bio-scanners were registering a higher-than-normal body temperature.

No problem, really. He added a few crushed iquilu roots to his morning brew to act as a natural coolant, then went about his business as normal. The star map updates weren’t going to wait, after all.

He munched on a few more as he ate his lunch while working on the cleaning droids for the third time that week. He was going to have to talk to the others when they got back from planetside about taking decontamination more seriously. Whatever it was that was clogging the vents of the poor little bots, he was getting tired of finding it.

After he sent the last droid toodling on its way, he checked his bio-signature again. Hm, still running warm. Perhaps that fever he’d picked up two moons ago on Quukam had come back.

Well, there was nothing to be done for it. He had far too much to do. He’d just have to filch some more roots from the kitchens on his way to his next task.

Chewing absently, he finished reconnecting the last of the lights in the hallway, and stood back, satisfied, as the full set of emergencies flashed on, then powered back off. 

One more chore down.

He turned on his heel, then lurched to the side as the floor suddenly rolled under him, and grabbed onto the doorframe to keep from pitching face-first into the wall. Blinking, he held on tight and stayed very still until his vision swam back into focus.

Well, then.

He opened the bio-scanner screen again, then sighed. 

He really didn’t have time for this.

Red rumbled at him as he worked a dent out of one of her shoulder panels, and he turned off the torch, tapping the head against the metal. “Don’t you lot start with me,” he warned. “Especially not you. I know full well your paladin doesn’t get up here and do this.”

More rumbling.

“I am fully aware of my physical condition, thank you. But until we have a larger crew, I will just have to make do.”

A louder rumble, this time from Yellow.

“I will sleep when I’m done, and no-”

His voice failed him when his vision did, and his feet slid away from where they’d been bracing against Red. Pain lanced through his shoulder and head as the construction harness crashed into the Lion’s side.

He only vaguely heard the Lions roaring in alarm as consciousness left him.

Awareness came back to him very slowly, black washing to grey, and then colors slowly leaking in through blurry eyes.

He was in a cryo chamber.

The last place he’d ever wanted to be again. 

Hating how slow his limbs were to respond, he lifted his hands and shoved against the glass, gratified when it opened with a hiss to let him free. Before he could stumble out, however, hands caught him from both sides, and the worried faces of Shiro and Allura swam into view for a brief moment, then she threw her arms around him, squeezing tight.

“Don’t you ever, ever do that again,” she said, half growl and half sob.

“What?” Coran asked, still somewhat dazed.

“Can’t… really explain it, but we all heard the lions screaming down planetside,” Shiro said, face pale with worry.

“They said you’d passed out while working on them and if we didn’t get up here pronto, you were gonna fall and die,” Hunk added from the chair he’d apparently been keeping a sleeping vigil in, judging by the blanket.

There were a lot of pillows and blankets in the room.

“What were you thinking?” Allura asked, finally easing up her grip on him.

Coran sighed and looked away uncomfortably, raking a hand through his hair. “Someone has to keep this place running while you lot are off doing the fighting.”

“So it’s okay to just push yourself to death?”

He found he didn’t have an answer for that.

“You’re up!” Another small body barreled into his midsection, and when he’d gotten his breath back, he looked down to find Pidge had joined in the squeezing. “Holy crap, don’t scare us like that again!”

Coran hesitated, mind a muddle of conflicting thoughts. Thankfully, Hunk saved him with an arm slung around his shoulders, guiding them all towards the door. “Y’know, I bet all this will go down a lot easier after our man has had some nice soup. Amma always said soup is the best thing for when you’re sick, and she’s never been wrong before.”

“Alright,” Coran said, letting them pull him along. “Sounds good.”

They could discuss the rest later.

Prompt:  “Scotty/Reader. Fluff. Getting stuck together in a Jefferies tube!”- @vintagevalentinexx

Word Count:  1,529

Warning:  Being stuck in a tight space.

Author’s Note:  This was actually so hard to write! They just kept arguing with each other and making each other angry. IDK, I had to sit ‘em down and have a chat about their motivations. Anyway, I think we came to a good conclusion. Enjoy!


“Ye’ve gottae be joking!” Scotty cried when the access hatch denied his passcode for the third time in a row.

“I don’t know why you’re so shocked, this happens to me at least once a week,” you quipped, securing your feet in the rungs of the ladder and leaning back against the opposite wall.

“You’re gonna fall an’ kill yourself, you stand li’ tha’,” Scotty grouched as he pulled his comm from his pocket. “Scott to Ratchkov.”

“Aye, Sir?” came the lieutenant’s tinny reply.

“What’s happening with port C-18?”

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Caught in the Act (J2 RPF)

AO3 Link: Here
Ship: Padackles (Jared/Jensen)
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: rough sex, coming untouched, non-au, bottom!Jared, top!Jensen, convention, semi-public, praise kink, dirty talk, smut, mentions of wives, barebacking
Summary: Jensen convinces Jared to have a quickie in a spare room at the convention. They forget to lock the door.
Word Count: 2853
Beta’ed by: @brothersonahotelbed
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“Not a chance,” Jared whispered. He sidestepped out of Jensen’s arms and away from his roaming mouth.

“Come on, we didn’t fuck this morning. You didn’t even get fingered,” Jensen complained, running his fingers over Jared’s ass.

“Jack– We have a panel in twenty.”

“I can fill your ass in ten.”

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Telluride

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 1790

Summary: The reader is an actress on supernatural and she gets interrupted on stage, leading her to show off a hidden talent.

For this Jensen is single, obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

Also, this is my first fic. Don’t know if it is any good, but I just wanted to try it out so wrote what came to my head.

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You were halfway through your panel answering a question about which Marvel character you would most want to play when the crowd erupted with cheers and applause instantly causing you confusion.

“I didn’t think you all would know who Mynx is, yet alone be this excited.” Little to your knowledge, Jensen had poked his head out from behind the curtain, walked on stage, and grabbed a microphone.

“It’s not Mynx they’re cheering for.” Jensen spoke into the microphone with a cocky voice causing you to jump for your seat and the audience to cheer even louder.

Jensen sat down in the empty bar stool next to your’s as you circled him in disbelief. As Jensen hushed the audience you scoffed into the mic.

“Jay, this is my panel,” you claimed, “and you are not supposed to be hijacking it,” accusing him.

“I am not hijacking anything, just checking up on my girl.” Jensen said sending the crowd into an unanimous aw.

Although your character had thus far remained out of a romantic story line, you knew people shipped her and Dean. You had even heard rumors about you and Jay in real life, but you had forced your personal relationship with him to remain friendly. You lied to yourself saying you didn’t want to jeopardize the show. Had you been more real with yourself, you would have admitted you were afraid of getting hurt. However, every time he flirted with you, shot you a playful smirk or grin, gazed into your eyes, you felt your heart break a little more.

“I am not your girl,” you stubbornly denied putting on your act to seem uninterested.

And all he did rest his chin on his fist and waited for you to continue, staring you down with those sparkling, tantalizing green eyes. You needed to focus on something else, anything else.

“What are you up to Ackles?” you pried, convincing yourself that he might be up to one off his pranks.

“Just wanted to spend some time with you,” He flirted his tongue just peaking out between his teeth.

You acted unflattered. “What do you guys think? Think we should let him stay?” You asked the crowd extending the mic their way as they shouted their approval.

“Alright, I give up.” You sat back down next to him defeated. “But no interfering.”

“Promise,” He swore but immediately looked over to the next guest who was in line for a question. “How you doing there, sweetheart?”

The poor girl looked frightened to death, you were concerned she might actually faint. You slightly nudged Jay with your elbow.

“What?” Jensen contested.

You ignored him. “What’s your question sweetie?”

“Oh, you can be affectionate but I can’t.” He debated sending the audience into laughter and you blushing of embarrassment. For a millisecond, Jensen looked concerned that his banter was too demeaning, but put his act back on not wanting to take away from the show. He looked down at the guest and waited for the question.

The girl stuttered out, “We all think Y/C/N and Dean are going to get together, but I was wondering if you are a Sam or Dean girl in real life?”

Jensen acted utterly lost in thought and turned his whole body in your direction awaiting your response.

“I don’t know if I can answer that question without completely devastating someone in this room,” you teased Jay.

Jensen instinctively stood up and paced the stage searching the audience. “Jared, I thought you said you weren’t coming to Y/N’s panel.” The audience laughed and some girls anxiously looked around thinking he might be serious.

“Sit back down and tune out for a minute.” You directed.

Jensen slightly laughed to himself, thinking he was hilarious, as he sat back down plugging his ears with his fingers.

“Alright, let’s test this out before I give you a real answer.” You said pausing watching Jensen the whole time. “Jensen wears a pink eye mask at night that says ‘diva’.” You smiled teasing Jay who showed no reaction as the crowd giggled at your false information.

“Okay, so to be honest. I have always been a Dean girl.” The audience roared in approval at your confession. “There’s just something about his bad boy, sleazy persona that I can’t resist. Our relationship would start out strictly friends with benefits, but I would burrow down to that teddy bear core of his and never let go.” They continued to applauded as you went into the details.

Without unplugging his ears, he turned the mic upside down and asked “Are you finished?”

You simply nodded yes at him.

“Good,” he said returning his hands to a normal position. “I heard every single word.” He confessed. “And quite frankly, I would have pick Sam too. I mean who can resist those locks?”

You laughed fully understanding he was making a joke out of all of it.

“Next question,” Jensen directed.

“Well, uh, since you both are here, maybe you could both answer, what is your favorite musical genre?” The audience member asked.

“Technically this is Y/N’s panel, so I’ll let her answer.” Jensen deferred.

“Ah, where to begin…” You contemplated “My taste is all over the place, I don’t know where to narrow it down.”

“What was that pretentious thing you said the other day,” Jay tried to recall, “The L.A. Noise Scene. That makes morning in the makeup trailer real fun.” He rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” You pushed him slightly, “That’s not all I listen too, I am anywhere from Rush to Twenty One Pilots, Crystal Castles to Frank Sinatra, Dr. Dre to anything country.”

Jensen laughed.

“What?” you pleaded.

“Name one country song.” He mocked.

“Have it for a fact, I was raised on country music Winchester.” The crowd erupted at your slip and Jensen laughed as you corrected yourself. “I mean Ackles.” You tried to still be serious but ended up laughing yourself.

“I am still waiting for a name, and not one of these new aged, douche pop bands that try too hard to be country.” He rambled.

“I’ll do you one better.” You got up and placed the microphone back in its stand.

You walked back and grabbed Rob’s guitar from the set, plugged it in and pulled out your own pick from your back pocket. You did a generic strum to test the sound.

“Y’all ready for this,” You said emphasizing the y’all and the crowd cheered you on. “Hold on to your seat Ackles.” You warned slowly strumming the first couple notes of ‘Friends in Low Places.’

About half the crowd cheered recognizing it immediately. You paused for a moment watching Jensen analyze you before continuing, a sly smile on your face. You continued strumming as you made you way to the front in order to sing.

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots, And ruined your black tie affair

The audience sang with you.

Jensen stood up interrupting you. “Hold up, hold up. Everyone and their grandmother knows that song.”

“You said one song.” You challenge.

“Not one that is played at every wedding.” He argued back.

“Guarantee you it hasn’t been played at a wedding since 2003.” You bickered. “But whatever, I’ll play a different one.” You said giving in and directed your attention back to the audience. “Now, this is one of my favorites no matter how cheesy. Hopefully some of you will know it and sign along with me.”

You started strumming again, this time at a faster pace.

‘When I was 19, I threw my stuff in the car

Headed up to the Rockies, got a job at this bar

Selling beer to the locals, just barely getting by

On the tips from the rich kids, there on daddy’s dime

But when I saw her walk in one night, I knew that I’d be alright’

‘In Telluride

With the snow falling down

I was waking up, in that sleepy little town

In her eyes my word came so alive

I never will forget the moment she arrived in Telluride’

Jensen was completely mesmerized by the way you sang and played. He had not even known you were able to. But being himself he jumped in and altogether took over the second verse. You let him sing it as you continued to play the guitar.

‘We spent that whole winter tangled up by a fire

Casting shadows on the cabin wall, drowned in desire

Confessing all our secrets, and laughing out loud

So high up on that mountain, I thought we’d never come down

It was a dream we were living in, I was the happiest I’d ever been’

You joined in again at the chorus the two of you singing together. You were so lost in the moment you had not even realized Jensen was entirely fixated on you. Instead of going into the third verse, you wrapped up the tune for the sake of time.

“Wow, I had no idea you could do that.” Jensen immediately remarked in shock.

“Just like you had no idea I listened to country music? How long have we been coworkers? Like three years?” You playfully teased.

“Maybe we should spend some time to get to know each other better?” He flirted. “How does dinner at 6 sound?”

“Your panel is at 6, you tease.” You stated unamused.

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Always with the excuses.”

“Hey..” you began before being interrupted by Rob who stepped halfway out from the curtain.

“Uh, Chris is looking for you.” He directed towards Jay.

Jensen sighed a big sigh, “Guess we’ll have to schedule our date another time.”

“Yeah right, go on, get outta here.” You replied sarcastically, pretending to kick him by swinging your foot in his direction.

He lifted his hands in defeat and began to walk of the stage.

“Hey everyone, what do you say to Jay for joining us?” You yelled out causing them to scream and cheer.

Before he left he blew a kiss with both hands to the audience and one to you as well even though your back was turned to him.

“Alright, sorry for that distraction guys, we have time for a few more questions I think.” You said tuning the guitar and softly playing a few random notes.

Rob quickly popped his head back out, “Hey Y/N, please don’t touch my guitar.” He politely pleaded.

You quickly lifted your hands from the instrument and made a playful anxious face causing a murmur of laughter. You walked over to put the guitar back on it’s stand and sat back down in your chair, grabbing the mic Jensen left behind.

“Alright guys, who’s next?” Looking at both sides of the room.