it would have been the bomb to have them both on the team though

10 Things I love about Expiration Date

#1.

This face. 

Legend says it only happens within a millisecond, but once you see it, it’s chilling. Like if this screenshot doesn’t describe the personality of Medic idk what else would, guys. Dude is so ready to scare the entire shit outta Scout. You can see it in his cold blue eyes. That boogeyman smirk. His evil (yet groomed) eyebrows. Y’all, this man holds so much unadulterated glee at witnessing the pain and suffering of others, so much madne–

–aaaand he’s back. Everything’s cool. Hey doc what the hell is that?

“TUMORS!” :Dc

k then

#2.

So originally I took this screenshot bc of Spy’s eyebrow and Heavy’s annoyed expression of being awoken from his slumber….

but then I proceeded to laugh my ass off bc I also happened to capture Sniper staring off into space while contemplating his existence in this universe.

(I’m sure this is a common occurrence with him. He’s probably the type of dude that wonders if pigeons have feelings.)

#3.

Still in the same room, only this time Spy has been gravely insulted by the Scoot.

But look at the others. They don’t seem too exasperated with Scout and his doodles of Spy. Maybe it’s because they also think this meeting is dumb, maybe it’s because they actually knew Scout was going to pull this prank, or maybe it’s because they too think The Eiffel Tower Having Sexual Congress With Spy is a hilarious joke.

Either way, it’s nice to see the other mercs genuinely smiling at Scout and his shenanigans. It’s better than the common fandom theme where Scout is The Worst and Everybody Hates Him.

No, the other old dudes know how to kid around too (even though it’s still at the Spy’s expense, oops)

Of course, whether the Pyro is smiling at him too is something we’ll never know. Personally I think he’s just eyeing up that bucket. Imagine how different this whole video would have gone if Pyro took the bucket instead of Soldier. 

Probably not so different actually.

#4.

This goes to show that Medic is not just a sadistic doctor. He’s a sadistic doctor that cares about his friends and smiles at them when he passes by.

It’s like when you’re walking down the hallway to class and you see your friend going to their class and you smile and nod to acknowledge their existence. It’s such a nice thing, and of all ppl Medic was the one who did that.

“Interesting.”


#5.

If there was a looping video of just Demoman and Sniper playing their instruments of choice I would pay to watch it forever. Also, how did they get there? Did Spy just yell “hey assholes who wants to help me create a romantic dinner mood so I can teach Scout how to talk to a girl” and Demo and Snipes were like “ok m8 no problem B)”

I know we’re already used to the fact that these boys are mad talented, but I still love the fact that their instruments aren’t what you would stereotype them to play based on their personality. 

The dude that’s paid to blow shit up can probably play Beethoven, and the Loner Guy that lives in a camper van probably knows the tune of Careless Whisper by heart. 

I love that.

#6.

Once again I take a screenshot in order to capture the character in the middle, only to lose my shit at the person standing at the far left.

Look at Medic’s face. Yes, I get it, in context this is a ridiculous situation. I mean the last line said before that was “I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days”. This is almost Saturday cartoon material here.

But still, look at his fucking face. I just…

MEIN FUCKING GOTT VHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCK

#7.

Speaking of horrified reactions. 

Thank goodness I know what the context is in this clip because otherwise I would have assumed someone died, or Armageddon had arrived, or something else completely unimaginable happened and there’s nothing that can be done at all, ever.

But no, it’s just a mutant tentacle monster. And this is right before Heavy asks Medic to ubercharge him, because he’s metal af.

All jokes aside, though, the reason why I am putting so much emphasis on these little miliseconds of expression is because these characters are 3D animated, and a team of people sat in front of a computer rigging these facial features to move this way. Even though these moments happen for only a second, they are still very telling when you look at them up close.

Besides, Heavy doesn’t make this face very often (as far as we’ve seen) and it’s something worth remembering (amirite, Comic #6??)

#8.

Ok, lemme tell you guys a thing:

If I was fighting a giant-tentacle-whole-wheat-bread-monster and it hoisted my ass several feet into the air, only to fling me back to mother earth with all of it’s strength, I would stay on my fucking back for like five minutes trying to get breath back into my lungs and wondering why tf I even bothered to fight anyway.

THIS DUDE get’s knocked on his ass, arms and legs akimbo and everything, get’s back up mid-fucking-tumble while reaching for his blade, and charges back into the fight like nothing ever happened. 

Seriously, it’s one swift motion, like a damn nature show. You could watch the video again but you’d have to make sure not to blink because it happens so fast.

 And the amazing thing is that all the mercs (and Pauling too) have this insane ability of getting fucked, getting even more fucked, getting back up, and then getting back into the shitstorm with no hesitation. 

Then again, what’s what the Gravel Wars basically are right?

Shit, Administrator was right, these dudes are straight up Plutonium.


#9.

“Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live FOREVER!”

Oh that Soldier, always giving a laugh. Honestly, though, the reason why I saved this was because I didn’t realize for a long time that the reason why he was able to jump in on the conversation was because he was eaten by the bread monster.

It makes sense, because last time we saw him he was being dragged while screaming something about teleporting bread. He was probably just laying there in the monster’s throat, getting ready to use a grenade, when suddenly boom went the bomb and he received visitors. All this time I never put two and two together that he was stuck inside the bread monster before Pauling and Scout made it cool. Shame on me. That’s definitely a Soldier thing to do.

(Also, you wanna know what a bread monster and Soldier have in common? They both have a talent of cockblocking Scout.)

#10.

And the final one.

There’s nothing like a family portrait. If the video froze at this point with credits I would have expected to hear a 90′s family sitcom jingle.

What a video.

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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Secrets

This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.

Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.

I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.


Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

He’d the had practice of years sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to go see the beach at night with his siblings.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

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Ares

Greek Gods Series
Prologue Poseidon Ares Ares Aphrodite Apollo Hades Hermes Zeus
Ship: General!Jungkook | Spy!Reader
Description: Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you. And they say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer.
Warnings: TRIGGERING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! GORE! TORTURE! Mentions fo Self Harm, Death, Choking, Breathplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Intercourse, Blowjob, Humiliation, D/S Themes, S/M Themes, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Fingering, Biting, Spanking, Degrading Names, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Light Angst
Word Count: 13,804
A/N: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! Take warnings seriously! This is extremely triggering for some and definitely not light-hearted in any way, shape, or form. Also, this isn’t meant to be disrespectful towards certain countries because of politics, and it isn’t meant to do any harm.

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anonymous asked:

Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me

Yeah, Nonny, I saw that one too. While I can understand where the argument lies, Uhhhh I just don’t see it the way they do. I’ve written a similar meta before, but I never broke it down before. This isn’t all of them, just a short little list…for instance:

  • FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
  • Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity. 
  • Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
  • THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley. And the really gay rooftop music. Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
  • ASIP:
    • John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
    • John has trust issues – Mycroft confirms this and says John doesn’t trust easily – yet for some reason he was okay with Sherlock. “And the madman himself? He’s fascinating.”
    • He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
    • Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
    • The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex. 
    • He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
    • Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
    • He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
  • TBB
    • His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
    • He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
    • Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
    • And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
    • Eye sex.
  • TGG
    • He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
    • “I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
    • John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
    • John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
    • *sighs* EYE SEX.
    • John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
    • John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
    • “People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
    • Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
  • ASiB
    • John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
    • MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
    • John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
    • John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
    • John checking out Sherlock in a sheet. 
    • Followed by them being silly.
    • The unnecessary tackle.
    • John had a date the night that Irene drugged Sherlock, but John stayed home to take care of Sherlock instead. Oh and the bum pat. JOHN, PLEASE.
    • John’s concern about Sherlock’s danger night has him teaming up with both Mrs Hudson and Mycroft.
    • John decided to try to pick up Sherlock again, only to be cock-blocked by Irene.
    • Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
    • Irene knows EXACTLY what John likes. 
    • John confronts Irene and tells her to tell Sherlock she’s alive, because he hates seeing Sherlock upset; he thinks Sherlock was grieving about her, and not over his confused feelings John.
    • Irene essentially tells John HE LOVES SHERLOCK. She compares herself to him, AND JOHN DOESN’T DENY IT, but silently acknowledges that yes, he and Sherlock are a couple.
    • John wants to talk about what happened at Battersea, but Sherlock denies him because Sherlock’s scared of his own feelings and thinks he’s protecting John from Moriarty by keeping him at arm’s length.
    • John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
  • THOB
    • John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
    • John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
    • John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
    • The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
    • John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
  • TRF
    • Eye sex.
    • Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
    • John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
    • The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
    • John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
    • The graveyard. Fuck.
    • Seriously, THE GRAVEYARD IS THE MOST BLATANT SCENE IN S2.
  • MHR 
  • TEH
    • John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death. 
    • To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
    • Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
    • More eye sex.
    • John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that. 
    • And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
    • I know it doesn’t look like it, but John forgave Sherlock.
    • “I was hooked. He’s like a drug.” JOHN, PLEASE.
    • #SherlockLives means #JohnWatsonLives. JOHN H. WATSON, PLEASE.
  • TSo3
    • SURPRISE! More eye sex and toffee eyes.
    • Stag night, pretty much all of it. It’s clear John is trying to loosen Sherlock up to make him more receptive to John’s advances. John tries to hit on Sherlock one more time before the marriage, but Sherlock was too drunk to understand what was happening. John assumes, with finality, that Sherlock doesn’t want him that way.
    • The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
    • “I’m there if you want it.”
    • John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
    • John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
    • John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
  • HLV
    • Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
    • John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
    • Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
    • He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
    • John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
    • John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
    • John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
    • When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
    • John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
    • John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
    • Mary knew that John loved Sherlock. It’s the whole reason she needed Sherlock gone, because John was starting to stray.
    • She didn’t want John to name the baby.
    • “John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people.” [x]
    • Not really confirmed, but fandom assumes John left to stay at Baker Street during the 6 months we haven’t seen to care for Sherlock.
    • John’s acceptance at Sherlock’s plan for Appledore, even though it’s Christmas.
    • John not even flinching at the “damsel in distress” line.
    • John begrudgingly allowing himself to be flicked in the face just because Sherlock begged him to.
    • John’s horrified expression when Sherlock kills someone for him.
    • The Tarmac Scene, pretty much the whole thing. It’s set up like Casablanca’s plane scene, and John knows he has to let Sherlock go; he fumbles to find the right words to say to Sherlock. John, though, knew exactly what Sherlock was going to / wanted to say, and I think it hurts him that Sherlock never admitted his feelings.
  • TAB 
    • Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
    • Sherlock understands that John will always choose him, in the end. Again, another thing that makes S4 so OOC.
    • Also something that should be noted, running on the assumption that the modern scenes may possibly be real, John is concerned about the overdose and the fact that it could kill Sherlock.
    • Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.

And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:

Granted, it gets less and less obvious in S3 and S4; S3 because I believe that we are in Sherlock’s POV and he perceives his relationship with John differently, and in S4 because I believe that S4 is a false narrative and it literally took great pains to keep them separated for some stupid reason.

Finally, I’ve also written about why John loves Sherlock in past posts, because of similar discourse:

I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!

Bad Match part 12

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: angst, a little more of angst, self-loathing, swearing, bad english.  

A/N: Finally, here’s some confrontations. Thank you once again @imhereforbvcky , you’re an essential part of this story.  

Feedback? Please!!!!

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (coming soon)

The sun hadn’t even come out when you left the tower earlier. Now it was high and burning the skin on your face, forcing you to squint your eyes and shield them with your hand.

As you got back to the Tower’s surroundings, you slowed down the frenetic rhythm of your running and the twitch in the pit your stomach made a reappearance. Not surprising at all, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep the night before. How could you, when your mind insisted on replaying that heart-wrenching scene? When the foolish part of yourself still hoped that he would at least try to go back to your bedroom and explain that it was all some kind of misunderstanding? But of course it never happened and the door remained locked.

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World Ending Team up - Young Justice Imagine

Originally posted by mistakeoftheconstellation

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader is pretty much like Deadpool and helps the teams stop a world ending disasters cause “I live here and would like to remain alive.”

Happy Birthday Anon’s Sister!!


You were licking an ice cream cone while sitting on one of the drug dealers you had just beaten up when it appeared. A giant spaceship blocked out the sun, causing you to look up with disinterest. You checked your phone to find it playing a message from the spaceship, threatening to destroy Earth if they didn’t get some rock crystal thing. 

Once the message ended, news feeds from around the world lit up. This included a message from the Justice League, who claimed they would be handling it. 

“Handling it, my ass,” you mumbled as one of your other voices spoke up.

“Earth is probably going to get blown up.”

Another voice in your head asked. “But don’t we live here?”

You paused mid-lick, thinking about what the voice said. “Hmm…” you hummed, finishing your lick before standing up. The drug dealer you were sitting on groaned in relief, causing you to accidentally kick him in the face. “You’re right. After all, I don’t know if I would survive the planet blowing up.”

“Yeah, we haven’t got our music contract yet.”

“Or our movie deal.”

Nodding your head, you threw your ice cream over your shoulder where it landed on the drug dealer’s head. You skipped away, thinking about how you could help. “Maybe I should go straight to the Justice League?”

“Nah, they’re no fun.”

“Besides, don’t they want to arrest us?”

“That’s right,” you agreed, rubbing your chin. “I always forget about that.” You remembered how Superman tried to arrest you last week. It ended with an explosion and your head getting blown off, but it was still fun. 

“Why don’t we help the little Sidekicks?” 

“They’re always fun.”

“Of course,” you snapped, jumping up and down. “I haven’t seen them in a while, and I bet they’re doing something about this ‘independence-day-like’ situation.” You ran out of the warehouse, heading straight for the airport to borrow a plane to find the sidekicks.

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How You and Dick Get Together (Headcannons)

This can be read as a part two to my Dick Regretting Rejecting You head cannon that can be found here but its perfectly okay to be read as a stand alone. 

· Dick Grayson had been in love with you for five years now

· The crush that he thought would go away at 14 had turned into something deeper over the years

· Being his friend hadn’t been in a walk in the park, what with all the death that surrounded him

· Wally’s death had hit home and he had temporarily retired his mantle

·As did you when you retired from the superhero business last year to pursue your academic dreams of becoming a lawyer in Harvard

·Bruce was absolutely ecstatic that you wanted to pursue a higher education and had agreed to sponsor your education, even though you had saved up enough to sponsor your own first semester

·You were a really hard worker

· After Wally’s death, Dick had turned into a shell, somehow feeling responsible for the death of his friend

· Bruce saw his son’s unbecoming right in front of his eyes

· He had lost one son, he wouldn’t lose another

· So he suggested that Dick move in with you

· In Cambridge

·He had already spoken to you over the phone about it

· You were the one who suggested the idea

· Dick was sitting despondently at the steps of Wayne Manor when Bruce placed the tickets in his palm

· “Go. Be with her. She makes you happier than anyone else, and this time, don’t let her go.”

· Dick managed a weak smile

· Bruce pulled his eldest against him for a hug hoping you could fix what he had broken

· The service apartment was a 20-minute commute from college

· And although your dorm-mates were sad to see you go, you promised you’d be over as much as you can

· They didn’t mind much

· Especially after seeing Dick AKA the guy you were about to move in with

· And they teased you relentlessly

·“Just friends, huh?” suggestive smirk

·“Yes (Y/B/F/N) just friends,” you sigh before slamming your suitcase shut

· The service apartment was small, well-lit and well ventilated

· It was home before you even walked in

· Thank god it was summer of your freshman year when Dick moved in

· You were absolutely terrified when you saw Dick’s state

· The bags under his eyes were more pronounced

· He looked bloated and grey

· It was as though all his light was extinguished

·This was worse than when Jason died

· So you made him sit on the couch as you whipped up a large bowl of mac and cheese in the kitchen

· Once it was done, you place the bowl between the two of you and handed him a small black and blue plastic fork

· At least he smiled at that

· You coaxed him into talking to you

·  And he talked into the night, tears slipping through his eyes

· At some point, you ended up cuddling

· His head was on your chest and a blanket was wrapped around you as you placed soft kisses on his forehead once in a while

· He was broken, yes but you could still see the fragments of the young boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago within him

· And you were determined to bring him back

· Dick woke up the next day wrapped in your arms

· And he realised he’d not have it any other way

· He’d walk through hell in a parka if it meant waking up with you everyday

· Every day you would take him sightseeing, or just take him out in general may it be a laser tag place or a library or a circus gym

· You would go for a jog every evening and forced him to join you

· You cooked lunch and Dick would do dinner

· You spent most of your time with Dick and slowly, you could see the man healing

· His smiles were brighter and his laughs were turning back to guffaws

· He got along pretty well with your friends too

· He did notice, however, how all the guys would gravitate towards you and he couldn’t blame them

· You had looks to combat that of Aphrodite’s and a brain that could put Athena to shame

· Who wouldn’t be attracted to you?

· His only consolation was that you rejected every romantic advance

· Everything was great and Dick had finally built up the courage to ask you out officially when the call came

· “Dick, (Y/N) we need you in Gotham, now. Joker has placed fifteen bombs around Gotham. All hands-on deck”

· You intertwined your finger with his and dragged him to the roof in the dead of the night

·“Hold on, Dick”

· You said as you locked his arms around your waist and shot up with a swirl of golden energy

· Wayne manor was dead silent when you arrived

· You ran to the Batcave, suiting up immediately

·  Dick had forgotten how good you looked in your costume

· Your hair flowed out in (H/C) ringlets to your waist

· The black body fit you like a glove

· You blended into the night like a shadow  

·“You’re needed at the Bank of Gotham, Master Dick and Miss (Y/N)”

· Sirens were blaring when you arrived

·“13 bombs have been disabled. Batman and Robin are heading to the last location. Help the Bomb Disposal Squad enter Vault 11.”

· You did just that

· Commissioner Gordon was glad to have two of the less reckless vigilantes back in Gotham

· You levitated the team through the traps with one hand while you fought off Joker’s goons with the other

·  Dick was just as concentrated, rescuing civilians as you went

·  But you were too late

·  There was barely a minute left for the bomb to detonate

·  So you did what every selfless hero did

·  You sent Dick and the bomb squad out of the building with a burst of energy

·  You ignored Dick’s screams of protest

·  As soon as Dick scrambled to his feet outside the building he tried to run back inside

· But Tim grabbed his arm

· “Don’t” he said with tears in his eyes, “I can’t lose two siblings today.”

· The second he said that, the earth shuddered violently

· But the building didn’t blow up

· Everyone erupted into cheers

· And then, like a phoenix rising out of its ashes, you flew out of the building

·  Your hair was whipping in the wind and you looked like an absolute goddess

· Dick sprinted towards you, not caring if he was still Nightwing and you were still (Y/S/N)

· He was going to kiss you

· The adrenaline was pumping in his veins

· But at the last second he lost his nerve

·  And settled for a tight hug instead

·  To his surprise, Tim joined in too

· They all were a teary mess, sobbing on the road, holding each other

· Then they felt Bruce envelop them in a hug

· “You did well today”

·  When you were all back home, Alfred was fussing over you the most

·  He refused to leave your side

·  Dick too

·  He was practically coddling you

·  You were perfectly okay but you let them do it for their peace of mind

· It was midnight when Alfred left your room

· You had almost died tonight

· And it had made you realise one thing

· Life was too short

· So carpe diem motherfuckers

· So

· Without warning

· You got up from the bed

· Spun Dick around

·  And crashed your lips onto his

·  Interrupting him as he ranted on and on about the both of you being partners

· Dick froze before quickly melting into the kiss

·  His arms wrapped around your waist

· You pushed him against the wall and pressed yourself to him

· You didn’t want any gap to be left between the two of you

· Not tonight·      

anonymous asked:

Oh! If i can get kind of specific, and.. not andriel for once.. (clutches heart i love those boys though) would you be willing to do 34 with jerejean, as like, jeremy introducing jean to the rest of the team maybe?

34: “I’d like to apologize in advance for my crazy family”

He has these serious grey eyes, dull like pebbles blazed by heat. There’s the other stuff too, the broken hitch sideways of his nose, the spidering scars all over, like they’re coming straight from the hurt in his brain. 

Jeremy sees them and tucks his burning questions away for later. There are more important things to notice. Like how Jean has a very pretty mouth, an overfull upper lip that makes him look like he’s perpetually pouting. It matches the frown line that cuts his brow in two.

He’s seen Jean before, for minutes at most, passing ships at Exy banquets, one intense first meeting when Jean was hastily smuggled onto the USC lineup and Jeremy was asked to do some reconnaissance and a cursory meet and greet.

He’d gone to see Jean, carrying a USC sweater he’d stolen from the bin of spares at the court as a peace offering. Jeremy hadn’t been prepared for the single saddest looking person he had ever seen, stripped of the bravado he’d worn at Riko’s side, cut off from some sort of threat but clearly not from the fear. 

Jeremy had pressed the bundle of red and gold into Jean’s hands and Jean had suppressed a jump, worried his torn lip and accepted it gently, gently, as if Jeremy was handing him a bomb for disposal.

Jeremy was nervous, but he fought to scrape the waver from his voice. He’d ignored Jean’s fresh wounds, ignored the look on his face like he was going to get hit or lied to.

They’d spoken briefly about how they’d handle the media, about the superficial scheduling concerns but also the bone-deep concern for Jean’s life that hummed underneath, sickening and obvious. Jeremy was frighteningly aware of the game running adjacent to Exy, always, something deadly eating at their community. The way they were handling Jean’s transfer like it was an illegal exchange of goods, Neil and Kevin in the news with a new bandage every few months, Jean in front of him looking like someone’s make up practice for a horror movie. It was all unmistakable.

And those eyes. He’s worried they’re never going to have anything in them.

They’re on him now, unflinching, and Jean’s less of a twitchy raw wound then he had been that first time the two of them had spoken. Jeremy’s trying to keep his smile pinned up at both sides but he feels like one end keeps sagging. The airport is a streaky spill of reunions and rolled luggage and Jean hoists his single duffle bag and waits for Jeremy to move first.

“How was your flight?” Jeremy asks nervously, trying to steer them out towards the car without getting too close or asking too much.

“How are they usually?”

Jeremy shrugs, offset. “Uhh, I mean. Good or bad is usually the measure. No turbulence and free pudding versus babies and vomit.”

“I don’t like pudding,” Jean says, dead serious, and Jeremy smiles for real.

“Well I like babies, so. It was a flawed example.”

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I don’t even want to hear it - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by alltimewolf

A/N: I know it’s freaking long but please take your time to read it! I worked pretty damnnn hard on it and to be honest i’m kind of proud. ( It would be so embarrasing if you guys hated it right now)

Request 1: Hiiii , I love your blog!!!! Can you please write an zach dempsey imagine where zach and the reader break up because he is distracted and ignores her and maybe cheats on her and then she starts to have contact to another boy and somehow dates him and zach gets jealous but in the end they make up Please make it so angsty that I have to cry for days Thank Youuu love youuu 😘

Request 2: Hey! Can u write a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach have been dating for 2 months and they fought and the reader makes Zach jealous then they get back together?

Word count: 2589

Zach had been ignoring you for weeks now and you were done with it, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore he just needed to grow some balls and tell you. You were completely done dealing with all these rumours and drama. You loved Zach you really did but you weren’t the one to sit around and be played. You were walking down the hall when you found Zach’s friend but he wasn’t with them.  You knew Zach’s friends pretty good so you weren’t shy around them anymore.

“Okay Foley spill the beans where is he?” They were all looking at you with wide eyes, like the ticking bomb had finally exploded. Justin didn’t say anything and just pointed in some direction. When you looked you saw Zach flirting with some girl, she was laughing with his jokes and playing with her hair. Of course he was you thought before you rolled with your eyes and started to walk. You were acting all though but inside you were heart broken. Zach always had been so sweet and caring you just didn’t understand why he acted like that. Was this all your fault, were you too ‘boring’?

“Okay Dempsey enough. What’s going on?” Zach seemed pretty shocked by your sudden approach. He knew that when you used his last name he was in trouble. But something in him had changed, his shocked face soon changed in being too cocky again.

“What do you mean?” he said shrugging, lifting his shoulders and making an annoyed face towards his friends like he had to prove something towards them.

“You know exactly what I mean Dempsey. You’ve been ignoring me for  weeks, not bothering to talk to me at all. What is it? You found a new, more exciting toy to play with? You thought I would just let it go like that and forget about us? I don’t understand what happened?” you said while people were starting to stare at you.

“Come on babe let’s not do this now.”

“No don’t babe me, this is getting too much. Tell me now where are we at, you’ve been playing games for long enough.” For a second you saw some sadness in his eyes and you felt hope but it wasn’t long before he straightened his back and rolled his eyes at you.

“I guess we’re done then.”

“Fine.” You said before turning your back and walking away. That night you cried, you cried pretty bad but you decided to let it all out for one night and then get yourself back together. If someone treated you like that they weren’t worth it. You decided you weren’t going to show how much he hurted you, not that he would bother but it was the easiest for you. Weeks went by and you haven’t talked to Zach since. He called you a couple times. Most of the times at 2 AM, every time your phone rang you wanted to pick up so badly and probably get him home since he had to be drunk but you didn’t because even tho he was out of your life he kept hurting you. Every time you walked passed Zach’s locker, which was like every fucking single day, he was flirting with some girl. They changed from time to time. Kate from English, Elisabeth from junior year and Sydney from the volleyball team they all passed by. They knew Zach was a catch and they were right. Zach always had been a good person, a honest and kind one. You didn’t understand what had happened that he became like this? He kept being nice to everyone except from you. It seemed like you brought out the worst in him. When you entered biology and woke from your daydream you saw that  Zach was already in the class room. His eyes fell immediately on you but you looked away and searched for a free spot. You had been avoiding Zach since the two of you broke up. As much as you wanted to talk to him you weren’t going to let him hurt you twice so avoiding seemed like the most solid plan. You saw a free spot next to Jeff Atkins. He always seemed nice and friendly so you went with it.

“Is this spot taken?” you asked.

“No I just put my bag on it so I could take my books out more easily, so here please sit down.” He said. Jeff seemed a little nervous making you blush a little. You felt Zach’s gaze burn but you ignored it just like he did with you.  Again more weeks went by and you and Jeff started to get along better and better. Instead of basketball you now started to watch baseball games. You didn’t have to study alone anymore and Jeff always listened to you when you needed him, you went to school together went home together, you basically did everything together. The two of you were starting to become best friends even tho the whole school thought you were dating. In the beginning the two of you went on a couple dates together but Jeff soon confessed that he was having a crush on someone else and was trying to get her attention, you could have been mad at him for sort of using you but you had to admit you were kind of doing the same. You missed Zach, a lot, and dating someone else only made you miss him more. But of course Liberty High wouldn’t be liberty high if they didn’t start rumours about Jeff and you. You heard the most funny things about dates you didn’t even went on together to descriptions of your sex life that didn’t even exist at that time. The two of you thought the rumours were pretty funny so you sometimes just made them a little worse giving Jeff a  kiss on the cheek or both flirting to make fun of the people around you. you had to admit it was pretty hilarious.

It was Friday when you were walking in school and saw Jeff walking alone. You ran and jumped on his back he swung you around before putting you down again.

“So Atkins there’s a party tonight at Jess’s place, you in? I heard a certain someone will be there.” You said with a wink.

“I don’t know y/n, I’m kind of tired and - .”

“Dude I don’t even want to hear it we’re going.”  And with that your best friend was already convinced. The day went by slowly and you were starting to get more and more excited for the party. Again you really had found your soulmate when you found Jeff, on every party the of you were a dynamic duo winning every beerpong game and dancing like there was no tomorrow. The schoolday was finally over and you rushed home, took a good shower and got ready. You picked out your favourite black jeans, a cute light pink top that showed just a litte of your belly and some cleavage, around your neck a cute little necklace and your black converses.  You walked down picked your leather jacket and of you were. You decided to walk there so you could drink and Jeff didn’t have to drive you. When you entered you walked straight to the kitchen, as usual, to fix yourself a drink. You were closing the bottle of vodka when you heard someone shout your lastname from outside.

“Y/L/N! Beerpong, I need you!”  You smiled at the voice of Jeff. You finished your cup and got outside to see Jeff standing at the beerpongtable with on the other side Justin Foley, on his own.

“I’m here I’m here I’m here!” you shouted while waving your arms at Jeff.

“But Justin is alone? Like do we really want to do this to him?” You joked being a little too arrogant, like you always got with games. You were still laughing with Jeff’s arm around your neck and drinking from your cup when Justin found the best way possible to get back at you.

“Jow Dempsey you’re in my team.” You heard him shout. You instantly choked on your drink spitting all the liquor you had in your mouth back out. When you looked at Justin he winked at you, the little bastard. You decided to pull your though façade back up and not even look at Zach.

“Bring it on bitches.” You said with a cocky grin on your face, your eyebrows raised and your arms open signalling to bring it with your hands. Alcohol always made you very confident and this time it wasn’t any different. As usual Jeff and you were destroying Justin and Zach already mocking them a little. In the beginning you focused on your throws but when Justin and Zach only had 3 cups left that’s when the real fun began.  You jumped on Jeff’s back before throwing still not missing a single cup.  When you were getting drunk enough to dare to look at Zach you saw how frustrated he looked. His jaw was clenched and he didn’t even let out one smile since you were keeping an eye. There was only one cup left and of course you threw it in in one smooth movement. Jeff and you started to do your happy dance when Zach suddenly threw all the cups from the table and stormed of. You stopped celebrating for a second but again you were drunk so all you could do was giggle and continue dancing. The night continued and you were dancing the night away. In the beginning Jeff was still with you but then he finally had the guts to go and talk to his all time crush. Your favourite song , 1 night by mura masa and charli xcx, started to play and you were totally feeling yourself even tho you were dancing on your own. Your arms were up in the air, you closed your eyes  and you let your hips move smoothly on the beat. You didn’t even have to think about it, it just went naturally. You were in your own vibe when a big hand suddenly pulled you by your waist.  Your eyes shot open when you saw the one and only Zach Dempsey take you outside. Well he knew how to kill your vibe you thought by yourself. You finally got outside when Zach placed you against the wall and stood in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Come on Z you know that was my song.” You said giggly trying to avoid a more serious conversation not looking him in the eye because you were scared of losing your façade since Zach was still your week spot after all these months of trying to get over him. You didn’t get a reaction so you felt like right now you had to face him. You looked up to see the most mixed emotions you ever saw on someone face. Was he disappointed or was it anger? Maybe some frustration? Is that a tear? you sighed.

“What?” you asked. Now you were starting to get frustrated, he brought you out here and now he isn’t saying a word. That’s not how it works you thought by yourself.

“You know just tell me Y/N, are you dating Atkins now? “ you just shrugged and rolled your eyes.

“Dude? Are you dating Allison now? Or Elisabeth? Maybe Kate? or is Kate already out of the picture since I heard Kimberly freak over how great you upper body was.” You didn’t want to sound jealous but he really wasn’t the one who got to point fingers at you.

“I’m not dating any of these girls, why would you even think that? Are you jealous?” he said raising his voice slightly.

“Look Zach I didn’t come out here for you to point fingers at me. I thought you wanted to say something decent, if you can’t I’m heading back inside.”

“No wait sorry.” Zach said while rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s just..” he sighed letting an awkard silence fall between the two of you.

“It’s just.. starting to get freaking cold Zach so spill all out here or I’m going back inside.” And with that all came out.

“It’s just that I never wanted to break up with you. When I ignored you it was because I was scared, scared because I felt like I met the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life and I wanted to have kids with when I grow up but you.. you’re something different, you’re just so strong, confident and independent, you don’t need me to achieve something so I got scared that I would commit so much to you but you wouldn’t to me and that eventually you would leave me so I thought It was better to just do it myself and try to get over you with other girls. But it seemed like it didn’t even touch you and then you started to hang with Atkins and I never been so heartbroken then when I heard the two of you dated. I just miss you I really fucking do. I would do everything to get back to you and I just wanted you to know that.” You were literally blown away by everything you had just heard. So you did change something in Zach others couldn’t and it was something positive. You felt your heart racing in your chest from excitement and as much as you wanted to hide it there had an enormous blush appeared on your face, you could feel your cheeks burn.

“Zach come closer.”

“Are you going to slap me, cause I deserve it but just warn me maybe?”

“Just come freaking closer you idiot.” You said joking and so he did. Zach walked closer to you and when he was close enough you laid your arms around his neck and pulled his head closer to yours since you couldn’t reach his face even when you were on your tiptoes. He lowered his head and finally after weeks of pain your lips met his again. They were so soft and warm that it gave you chills down your spine. Zach swirled his arm around your waist and pulled you even closer if that was still possible. The kiss got deeper and more passionate, you felt like there were fireworks going of everywhere inside of you. finally the two of you let go of each other.

“I missed this so much.” zach said still catching his breath a little.

“Don’t you ever dare treating me like that again.” You said while you hugged Zach tightly. Your head close enough to hear his heart and damn Zach’s heart was pounding like crazy.

“But like what is Atkins going to say of all this?” you couldn’t help but start to laugh pretty hard making Zach look at you full confusion.

“Oh god no you’re serious? Zach Jeff and I never dated, we just became best friends. He’s actually is head over heels for Amber ,soccer team? You know not too tall, brown hair, green eyes, skinny, always wears blue jeans?”

“Really? Those two would really be a perfect match.”

“I know right!” and with that it felt like you and Zach had never broke up in the first place. You were so happy you finally had the love of your life back and that he felt the same.

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bookwyrmling  asked:

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” Nurseydex b/c I know you love them.

Here’s something I should have answered uhhhhhh months ago. Sorry, lol. 

NurseyDex, 1.9k. Unbeta’d and barely read over, so sorry bout that lol. Technically fills @nurseydexweek Day 2! More under cut.


“And that’s the last bit of your integral chart. Don’t forget, quiz on Monday, test on Wednesday!” Before his professor could even finish reminding them about the upcoming assessments, Dex had packed up his stuff and bolted for the door. He had approximately three hours before his Python midterm, and six hours of studying to do.

And then, of course, right as he reached the front door of Founder’s, some guy coming out slammed into him, spilling hot coffee down his front. The guy huffed, and dropped his cup in the trash can. “Watch where you’re going, dude.”

Dex cursed, pulling his shirt away from his body. He wanted to cuss the guy out, do something, but he was already walking away by the time Dex got up the courage to tell him to go fuck himself.

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Scott McCall Imagine- Alpha Affliction

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn’t- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach asked, breaking you out of your werewolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don’t make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stiles, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I’m telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack, that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stilinski?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I am warning you, the worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

But things weren’t always like this. You didn’t ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You used to be happy, you belonged to your older sister’s pack- a peaceful pack. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way,  because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of the pack you grew up in, screamed in agony at the wolfs bane, that made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears fell from your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn’t watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn’t want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered, before taking her life in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost you sister- your best friend that day. But you couldn’t grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you. Your personality included, you could tell people missed the old you, in fact you did too but some things are unavoidable in life, and this was one of them.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was half nine and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms to try and preserve a little more heat because you had a long walk home and only a thin leather jacket on, wolf heat or not it was absolutely freezing out. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, surely he knew you’d be able to smell his scent and hear his heartbeat, considering you’re a werewolf and all. “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn’t call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn’t actually matter, I’m sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face after hearing him sound like a seven year old boy. It didn’t last long until you both burst out laughing at the same time. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff and smirk bitchily after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood in seconds. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you whined. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I’m sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life; you, Stiles, Lydia and I’ve met you all across the years, Kira, Malia, Liam - Allison” your voice cracked on the final name. “ I mean the new you, you’ve changed and it’s something that needs to be accepted, rather than ignored” he tried to sympathise. “Don’t try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it’s like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural world. I did that, me!” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn’t a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you’re too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn’t realise, and still don’t realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting.  So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we tried to help you but you wouldn’t let us. Look, I’m sorry about your sister and I wished we could of helped you- but you cant carry on like this”  he said, a lot softer. “Carry on like what?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental physco- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically. You proceeded to walk off, before Scott saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing red. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You weren’t the only one to change that day, your peaceful pack became one of challenge, confrontation and one to be feared. You weren’t psychotic murderers, but by no means were you all innocent. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. Telling Stiles that you weren’t interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn’t care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her, to say goodbye- but it wasn’t too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth, outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn’t quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn’t receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his Pack. You placed your weight on the door, to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled, not expecting it. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott, a true alpha leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply switched the light switch beside you on, and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don’t look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile- he was smug. Who would have thought that you would have been the one to back down from your stupid feud. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn’t have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “And you” you finished for him, staring into his kind brown eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning the back on the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. “Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time you had been together with everyone like this. Malia and Kira were smiling, you didn’t know them that well but you knew you would instantly get along with them. As much as you neglected Lydia, she still stood there with pride and a beaming smile at the thought of her two best friends together. Liam looked more awkward than you, but you could already tell that he was sweet and someone you wanted to protect at all costs. You then glanced to the back of them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your smile dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We’re having our weekly Pack Pizza Party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked excitedly, with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “Ill take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to call and order them. She didn’t even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome.

In The Heat Of The Moment

Summary: Bucky confesses his feelings for you when he’s sure he’ll never get another chance to.

Word count: 2144

Warnings: swearing, almost dying?

A/N: this is for @just-some-drabbles 4k rom-com challenge, my prompt was ‘well… this is awkward’. Hope you like it! ☺️

‘It’s a simple mission if we do it properly’ Steve’s authoritative voice pulls you from your sleepy stupor and you turn to face him. ‘(Y/N) tell me again what you have to do?’ he asks and you sigh as all talk of the coming mission slips out of your mind.

‘I don’t know Steve’ you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes as your mouth stretches wide in an exhausted yawn. He tuts in disappointment and your eyes drift to Bucky sat opposite you, his head in his hand, elbow on the table and his eyelids about to fall closed. You know how much trouble he’ll be in if Steve catches him sleeping in a conference so you nudge his shin with the tip of your toes, his eyes fly open and he looks up and you, grinning from ear to ear. You smile sleepily in return and look to Steve who’s eyes are flitting from you to Bucky as if waiting for an explanation. You had stayed up all the previous night talking Bucky through a nightmare and whilst he’s used to the little sleep you are most definitely not. You’re not about to tell the team this though, they already suspect you and Bucky are secretly dating and this would just fuel their teasing. You’re not of course, Bucky is your closest friend and nothing more and, no matter how much you want there to be something more, you knew he just didn’t feel the way you did.

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Special ops in space part 1

Decided to hop on the humans are space orcs band wagon. My take on how aliens contacted humans and how it went from there from a slightly more militaristic and scientific approach.
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The day that the Intergalactic Alliance for Planetary Peace (jokingly called the APP by the younger generation, quoting an old saying “there’s an app for that”) was five years after all of the nations had declared world peace after the bloodiest war yet. Half of the human population had been decimated by everything but nuclear bomb, every world leader had decided that enough was enough.

They had showed up at one of the council meetings that take place on a different continent every month to discuss less pressing matters. It almost ended horribly, an unknown group of entities showing up where all of the world leaders had congregated, but through fast talking on the alien’s part and the vow to be more peaceful beings earlier made by the humans, everything ended up going well.

Which lead to the current situation. While they may claim to be more peaceful, humans are still wary of areas where none of them had been before. So, along with a team of top scientists and medical staff, there went a team of the top 6 military personnel. Three from assorted American special ops, one from Norway, one from Canada, and the last from Poland. When questioned by the members of the A.P.P, the leaders stated that there was absolutely no way in hell they were allowing their top people into an unknown area without protection. The warriors on the ship, when they heard this, laughed. How could a squishy group of mud covered savages that haven’t even reached outside of their own solar system could really do anything?

This was an opportunity for the researchers of the Alliance to study the surprisingly hardy species as well. They were surprised that these soft creatures were the top of the food chain, even with everything, including their own atmosphere, trying to kill them. So the ship of researchers set off into deep space to discover new planets and to discover more about each other.

The first meeting was terrifying. Three soldier were the first on the ship, no emotion showing on their faces, heavy exoskeleton like armor surrounding what they assumed covered their vital regions, and more sleek looking weapons than seemingly possible. Many were happy that the scientists did not look the same, though some did look just as serious while others were gaping in awe. Then, three more of the heavily armed men followed.

It was a tense two days on the ship for the aliens. The human soldiers inforced the fact that they were a predator species by prowling around the entirety of the ship minus the private chambers. Though they weren’t too sure that they haven’t been there but went when nobody was watching. Soon though, the soldier lessened the amount of firepower they had on them and lightened the amount of armor they had on. In the communal rations center they were seen slightly separated from the other humans, sitting in a tight group and bearing their teeth at one another, rapidly switching languages to communicate. The human designated Sara, specializing in chemistry, explained to Gumantal (a poor pronunciation of him true name, but the sounds needed to actually speak it would ruin a human throat so he allowed it) that the team came from different ‘countries’ that have different languages and sometime dialects, and that the entire team had learned each other’s and many other languages in order to communicate with other humans. When asked why not simply use a translator device, such as the one they were using right now, the human female bared her teeth and stated that it was better for them to do their jobs if they didn’t need one. She went on to explain that even if they couldn’t speak it, they were well on their way to learn each of the other species on the ship’s language.

Gumantal apologized afterwards for upsetting her with his questions, then asked what he did to offend her. Humans were an intricate species of primitive life form so they wanted to avoid any tensions early on. Sara and all of the other researchers bared their teeth this time, reassuring the brave many armed alien that they were not angry, the bared teeth was called a smile and it showed amusement or joy. The forest green alien walked away, bewildered.

It was sometime later that those on the ship learned that the soldiers were composed of both males and females. When asked why the males did not do everything in their power to protect the biologically weaker, less muscular birth givers, Human Victor bared his teeth for the first time and seemed to bark harshly.

“I dare you to ask Oliver that! She’d rip yer mandibles off and feed ‘em to ya! Lyne would as well, now that I think about it. One thing you need to learn about humans, women are supposedly weaker than us men but they can still kick ass.”

A shaking Xiloiy later learned from Human designation William, occupation physicist that the barking was laughter, and that yes, human females stand on equal ground to the males of the species. This puzzled him as he came from a race that protected the bearers of his species to ensure the continued survival. Human William barked, laughed, at this when he stated it, shaking his head. Xiloty is still perplexed as to why.

All aliens on the ship were confused by their new companions and were curious as to how they would handle being a foreign planet with life for the first time. This was also the time that Xiloiy began to make a journal on the habits and any other information on humans, fearing having his outer mandibles ripped off as they were crucial to attracting a mate.

The special ops team assigned to protect the crew as well as gathering intel on everything they could were anxious as well, packing everything they may need for a worst case scenario. The warrior species that were to protect the crew and ship originally were insulting them when they believed the humans were not paying attention, mocking the useless item that would only tire them out. The ops team knew though that if push came to shove that they would be the ones to survive. After all, they’ve had to survive worse than some unknown territory. They were all highly trained to be able to conquer situations like that. Colonel Victor Kelly would make damn sure his people made it through this.

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Chat Noir’s identity stopped being a secret with the worst possible timing; sort of like his puns. Marinette blinked at the oblivious boy, trotting away from behind an advert pole with his own face on it, and her heart cracked for the second time in as many weeks.


Alya never noticed, not when the first wound from Valentine’s day was still fresh. Marinette had never mentioned her alter-ego, as not only was this Alya, but she had in no way wished the other girl’s wrath onto Adrien. Even if he didn’t like Marinette, and only had a crush on a superhero he didn’t know (after all, half the class did, and that was alright), it was fairly normal for a teenage boy.


And at first, after the second shot at her heart, Marinette had thought it was a good thing. Adrien didn’t just have a simple case of celebrity crush, after all, didn’t he? If he was Chat, that meant he’d spent time with her, and knew her - Ladybug her - and so his crush was a lot more genuine. Tikki had rejoiced at her better mood, and encouraged her to try to speak to Adrien again.


He’d approached her, the day after Valentine’s, because of course he would. He wanted to let her down gently, be the gentleman she knew he was. She hadn’t really allowed it to go well; Alya hadn’t left her side (Alya had been witness to Marinette the Sobbing Mess, so there was no way in hell she was leaving Marinette Alone with Adrien), and Marinette had forestalled anything the boy had wanted to say by admitting she knew he didn’t like her, it was ok, hoping they could stay friends, and then running away. It could have been called a success, except that Marinette had kept running away every time she saw Adrien even try to attempt to look in her direction. To say their friendship was strained at this point was like saying her papa’s eclairs were … good.


So Marinette had been determined that night, as she went to bed, to speak to Adrien the following morning, properly. She’d even smiled a little, and just as they were about to fall asleep, Tikki had dropped - what she probably thought was a good thing - the fact that now, as half the secret was out, it was safer for Marinette to actually share her identity with him, as it was always safer when the black cat and ladybird were on the same page.


Burning hot anxiety and ice-cold dread had seized Marinette in the same instant, her half-closed eyes snapping open. She could hardly breathe, she couldn’t move, and she stared unseeing at the ceiling of her room as tears gathered in her eyes. As she heard Tikki fall asleep beside her, unaware of the havoc she’d just wreaked on Marinette’s mind, Marinette re-lived with mounting dread the moment Adrien had read her signed valentine, then imagined Chat looking at her with the same eyes, saying ‘what? No, Marinette, it’s you?’ with the same disappointed tone, and her heart cracked in a new, unexpectedly devastating way.


People did say tragedies came in threes. She supposed she should have expected it; the same boy broke her heart three times.


The thought of her partner, her best friend and the person Marinette had always, unconsciously, considered a second half of her brain - he just, understood her so well! She didn’t even have to speak sometimes! - being disappointed to find her behind the mask… it was a pain she hadn’t anticipated. It took her unawares, mercilessly culling her heart and leaving her feeling hollow.


Because she already knew what his reaction was going to be. She had seen his reaction, his face dropping as Marinette appeared where Ladybug should have been, at least in his mind. The person who knew her best, who - he said - loved her most, was disappointed in her. Found her … wanting. Lacking. A bit of a let-down, really.  If he didn’t want her, who would?


Tikki must have been shocked, the following morning, to find the joyous, hopeful Marinette who she’d gone to sleep with had transformed into a girl in a worse state than even the one after Valentine’s day. She didn’t cry this time - really, what was there to cry about anymore? - but she silently went about her day, smiling only when appropriate, nodding at people. Marinette sunk into her work with a determination and a silent drive that almost scared the tiny goddess. And when Tikki dared to propose they go speak to Adrien, as they had planned, her charge had, for the first time in their acquaintance, told her summarily to shut up. Marinette had never ordered Tikki. And Tikki, being a slave to anyone holding her Miraculous, could do nothing but obey, retreating into her bag with tears prickling her eyes as she realised, belatedly, that something had gone wrong inside Marinette, and that Tikki hadn’t noticed in time.


And then the Surete came looking.


The Mayor of Paris, they said, may be content to let two dangerously powerful Vigilante roam Paris’ streets and rooftops. The central Government of France - not to mention the European Parliament - had other opinions.


It was frightening how quickly they zeroed in on the 12th Arrondissement. The Mayor had never wanted the Heroes to stop doing their job - it brought Paris notoriety, publicity, and Ladybug fixing everything at the end meant no monetary costs for anyone, so that kept insurance companies happy and gave people peace of mind. He had never ordered a police investigation, therefore, and the Heroes were only children. It hadn’t occurred to them that Paris was covered in security cameras. Some belonged to the police, some belonged to banks, some to random citizens or shop owners, all just trying to protect their properties. The Surete had jurisdiction over them all.


Chat Noir blended into the background more easily. They had traced his retreats to one of the richer areas of Paris, then routinely lost him. Ladybug, however, in her bright red suit, was a lot harder to miss. The school Marinette went to had cameras as well, and a bank just down the street caught her several times. Even if Marinette was cautious enough to take round-about routes home every time, it didn’t change the fact that eventually, she had to go home.  Sabrina had no idea, when she was excitedly reporting the news her dad passed her surrounded by a gaggle of people and enjoying her moment of fame, that she was making Marinette’s stomach drop and her breakfast try to make a second coming every morning.


And then another complication occurred. Chat Noir, quite innocently, had begun visiting Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He’d noticed, he said, that she looked sad and paler than usual when he’d caught sight of her during patrol - Marinette wasn’t sure which patrols he meant, but she knew he patrolled alone sometimes, and perhaps he’d just noticed it at school. So he’d begun dropping by, bringing gifts, trying to cheer her up. It had been flattering at first, had made her hopes rise a little, until the Surete investigation had dropped on them like a bomb.


Marinette had tried to drop hints subtly at first, gently and slowly trying to tell him that it was too foolish and dangerous for him to come to her so often. She didn’t want her kitty to think he wasn’t welcome, or wasn’t loved - dieu was that wrong in so many ways - but he wasn’t taking the hint. Whether he was willfully ignoring them, she wasn’t sure, but it drove home the possibility that their ability to understand one another on the battlefield was magical, and therefore not at all what Marinette had thought it in the first place. It wasn’t a deep interpersonal connection that they shared as two people. Only a side-effect of a magic suit. Slowly, slowly, without even realising it, Adrien began to chip away at all the certainties Marinette had built during her year as Ladybug, making her feel like she had returned to the quiet, shy, lonely girl Chloe bullied constantly before she met Alya and Tikki.


The final blow came when Marinette was putting up new posters one night. Her pictures of Adrien had come down the week after Valentine’s, and her wall had remained pointedly blank since then. One picture of Chat Noir had gone up, the Ladybug side folded so that it faced the wall underneath, and she’d endured his teasing for it with a good face. Today, though, she’d decided she was tired of the blank wall, and was putting up some more pictures - pictures of a better time, she told herself. Her old class, Alya and her in a few selfies. That one time they’d taken an improvised photo session for Juleka last year. Nino and Adrien - though she made sure another photo of Juleka and Rose ‘accidently’ hid the blond’s face.


When Chat Noir coo-cooed through the sky light, and then made himself at her home on her chaise as she finished putting pictures up (the last a large poster related to Fashion Week), she ignored his nagging at first. It had been the same each week, when he dropped by; why was the Ladybug part of that poster hidden? Come on, he and his Lady were a team. He was flattered, but it wasn’t fair that she didn’t unfold the other half of the poster and hung it up properly. How sad Ladybug must be, with her face against the wall like that-


Marinette had snapped, at last. Even when he came all the way to her house to see her, putting them both in danger with the ongoing investigation closing in at an alarming rate, all he could speak about when he was in a girl’s bedroom at night was Ladybug.


‘Ladybug doesn’t exist!’ she hissed. She regretted it a moment later when she saw how Chat’s eyes grew large, and his face fell in dismay at her anger. Marinette reigned it in as best she could. ‘Do you think Ladybug is Ladybug right now? No, she’s probably a random girl, doing her homework somewhere. Or, or getting home. Or starting work - no one knows how old she is!’


Honestly, she was trying not to breathe too hard as several things happened inside her at once. Keeping her anger and hurt in check, keeping her identity secret, being apologetic, trying to keep her anxiety in, and trying also to keep her identity straight. But once she started speaking, she couldn’t stop.


‘I, I mean, no one knows her identity, or who she is - which means the same thing, which means, um, I mean. Or how old she is. Or what’s her name. I mean, you don’t either, right? You, you don’t really know her. She could be anyone.’ She swallowed, knowing by the aghast expression on his face that she had said the wrong thing. ‘I mean,’ she tried, screaming in her head even before the words came out. ‘I could be Ladybug! And you would never know!’


The way Chat Noir burst out laughing did something inside her chest she didn’t quite have a name for. It wasn’t heartbreak, because she was quite familiar with that. It wasn’t pleasant, yet it didn’t make her feel drained and hopeless the way she’d been feeling the last few weeks. Anger was another emotion she was familiar with, but this wasn’t exactly that, either. She did feel energised and ablaze as she did when she was angry, but instead of having a hot head and clouded judgement, she almost felt like this was the opposite. Her head felt clear, free of all the emotions and doubts and encumbering problems that had plagued her.


Several things clicked in her brain at once as she watched Chat, her beloved boy and partner, laugh at the possibility that Marinette was Ladybug. This was the solution; this was the solution to all their problems - all her problems too. She almost felt like she did when she was in battle and things in her surroundings lit up in black and red as she held the Lucky Charm.


‘You’re really sweet, and brave and smart,’ Chat said with the last few chuckles, ‘But Ladybug is something else, Princess.’


Marinette smiled, the first honest smile in weeks. She felt lighter, all of a sudden. As the forming idea in her head took more and more body, she felt better than she had felt in nearly two months.


‘Yeah,’ she replied, a giggle of her own escaping her as the buoyant feelings inside her hiccuped, and only rose further up. ‘Ladybug is someone else.’*


Chat Noir didn’t catch her rephrase as he chuckled on with her. Tikki, hidden within the sheets of Marinette’s bed, watched in horror as her charge’s words registered.


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Continues an earlier concept which ended in angst, but I cannot link because I’m not on my laptop and tumblr coders expect me to code for them I googled html coding I haven’t used since my livejournal days. Welp, that website is still better coded than this one. I will edit later with a link at the top. Please have more angst. Another part shall soon follow.

* In French, this phrase would be ‘elle est special’ - Marinette would have changed it to ‘elle est genial’, which CAN mean the same thing, but also tells Tikki that Marinette just had an idea, and seeing her mood, she can guess it’s nothing good. As it is, I’m not happy with the English translation, as it’s too much of a hint. Alas, it is as it is. Alons a la prochien part.

I am also really frustrated with the tumblr app for not taking italics keyboard commands. Dudes. Tablet keyboards are a thing. Dudes.

Angst Concept story line: 1, 2, 3, 4

Lost Brother’s Found: Part 2

AN: In celebration of my job, prepare for an onslought of series updates that I’ve been hoarding! Here, have some back story!

Part 1


    Your brother and Artemis had been a very realistic couple. They had been honest with each other, fought when needed, and made decisions as a team. They had been partners,, right up until your brother had vanished.

    Artemis had stayed in bed for weeks after. She’d returned to the team as Tigress, more dangerous than ever. She’d risked her life over nothing. She’d been spiraling out of control, when she’d found out news that had changed her life. She was pregnant, and it was Wally’s.

    You’d made a decision upon hearing the news. You decided to leave the team, and help Artemis raise your niece or nephew. Artemis had welcomed your help. She was good with children, but between trying to finish school, and taking care of a newborn, she knew she’d need help. So you’d moved in with her, and provided the help your brother would have given if he’d still been alive.

    The day your nephew had been born was one of the best days of your life. Against all the odds, he’d been born with red hair and his mother’s eyes. He reminded you so much of Wally. And for the first time, in a long time you saw Artemis happy. She named Ryan.

    You’d watched as she threw herself into motherhood. The two of you had based your school schedules around each other so that someone was always with Ryan. It was exhausting work, but it was worth it. You’d rarely thought of the team, or the life you had left behind.

    It hadn’t been the same anyways. Dick had vanished, your brother was dead, Zee and Rocket were members of the League, Connor and M’Gann were training the new recruits, Roy had teamed up with Jade, and Kaldur had returned to his post as team leader. You were happy with your new life. Tired, but happy.

    So, when you got the emergency call from Kaldur you’re tempted to not answer. But a niggling feeling tells you to pick up. You’re grateful that you do. What Kaldur has to say is enough to have you packing.

    “I should go.”

    You stare at your best friend, the mother of your nephew, the woman who is practically your sister, “That’s your choice. We both know my parents would love to have him for a few days. Or there’s your mother … or your sister”

    You see the confliction in her eyes. She’d never left Ryan alone for longer than a few hours. She was a protective mother, and after everything she’d been through you couldn’t blame her.

    The resolution in her eyes, come moments later. She shifts the eight month old into your arms, and you cuddle him while she packs. You drop him off with your ecstatic parents, and the two of you head out. Connor, M’Gann, Kaldur, and Roy are waiting for you. It’s nostalgic, the original team back together … for the most part.

    As you board the bio ship, and head for your destination, Kaldur gives you the rundown. Dick had stuck to Bludhaven for the past year, working alone. Several weeks ago, an emergency transmission had come in, and Dick had vanished. Batman had been desperate enough to ask for the team’s help. Further investigation had revealed Deathstroke had taken the original boy wonder.  

    What had followed was a two week long mission, that involved extensive planning. You’d rescued a beaten and battered Dick, and taken him back to the tower. He’d been tortured, the evidence was there. The cuts, bruises, broken bones, and internal bleeding were extensive.

    But Dick never said a word. He was lost, you could see it. You should have seen it sooner. Dick hadn’t reached out to anyone since leaving the team. He hadn’t responded to news of Artemis’ pregnancy, nothing. He was hurting, and angry, and you could understand it.

    Despite being Wally’s twin, you’d never been as close to Dick as Wally had. And when he had vanished, you’d clung to Artemis and then your nephew. You’d learned to move on, but Dick was stuck.

    After several days of no talking, you do the only thing you can. You haul his ass out of bed and to your apartment. The minute you step in, you’re surrounded by the smell of food, and laughter. You can hear Artemis’ mom talking to Ryan.

    You drag Dick inside, and watch his eyes go wide at the sight of your nephew. You cross your arms and ask, “So you were deleting my emails without reading them?”

    He doesn’t say anything, as you lead him to the couch. Artemis’ mother gives you Ryan with a smile, and you place him in Dick’s arms. The tears that come, assure you that the healing can begin.

    Dick’s presence in your lives becomes something of a constant after that. You find out very quickly that Dick Grayson is amazing with babies. His healing time, physically and mentally, gives you and Artemis a bit more wiggle room with classes and free time.

    Artemis loads up, and you decide to spend a bit more time at home. You quickly understand why Dick had been Wally’s best friend. He’s kind, smart, and strong. And when he ends up kissing you in the kitchen while cooking dinner, you decide he has the softest lips ever, and you want to kiss them for eternity.

    You’re a team, a very odd, parenting team. After three years you determine that your normal is everyone else’s weird. You’re okay with that. Dick joined the police force, you and Artemis graduate, and your nephew turns three. You’ve nearly forgotten your former life when all three of you are called in.

    What Kaldur tells you, makes your blood boil. The Light had finally returned, and this time they’d brought reinforcements. Mainly of the Mongul kind. That’s when Kaldur drops the major bomb. A trip to Apokolips had revealed the origin of the technology that had nearly destroyed the Earth four years ago, and furthermore how it hadn’t killed your brother.

    Instead he’d been sent to another Earth. It had taken three months of building, and intense training on your end to build up your speed again. Eventually though, you’d become fast enough to open a portal.

    Your mission was simple, go to Earth 2, find Wally, open a boom tube that would allow you to travel back, bring him with you, defeat the light. Now, here you were, on Earth 2 with your brother, watching as he laid eyes on the woman he had loved since childhood, and the son he never knew.

    You hear the tears in his voice as he chokes out her name, “Artemis.”

    The tears in her eyes are clear, and a second later she’s running towards him. Wally beats her to it, sweeping her up into his arms and pulling her close. You smile as he peppers her face with kisses, and tears well in your eyes as Ryan reaches up and grabs his father’s nose.

    Motioning with your head to the rest of the team, you turn to face this world’s League and say, “Can we give them a few minutes?”

    The nods are quick, and as one group you move out of the chamber, letting the family reunite.

When you work together with them on a mission

Kim Namjoon : 

He knew about your skill for fighting is more than enough, you sometimes beat 10 people up with bare hands and he didn’t protest when you asked him to tagged along in one of the mission which is very dangerous. 

“I’ll be your back-up.”

He nodded his head and smiled, “I trust you but don’t get hurt, I couldn’t stand to see you in bruises and wound.” You chuckled and nodded. Both of you walked cautiously around the abandoned building, the rivals told Namjoon to come with only one person he trusts the most so he agreed to brought you despite the risks. 

“Namjoon-ah, wait for a second,” you said. You walked ahead before him towards a door, Namjoon prepared his gun and you also did. You gave him sign and kicked the door and see one of Namjoon’s men fund dead. He sighed and shook his head, “call Taehyung to take him,” he said to you. 

You glanced and saw someone tried to shoot both of you, you pushed him behind the wall and shot the man before he got you. Namjoon widened his eyes, “what the hell?! How did you see him?” He panicked. You laughed at his expression and caressed his cheek, “I’m more aware and have a good instinct than you,” you stated making him chuckled. “I always feel lucky whenever you around me.” 

Kim Seok Jin : 

Being the drug dealer is one of the most risk job because you could get kill at that time if they don’t trust you. You came to a club with Jin and waited for another dealer to come, you enjoyed the music while playing your phone not aware to the surroundings, “hey, you need to be aware y/n. You could get shot by any moment.”

“Aigoo, no need to worry about me!” You said, “the people who has a deal with us is one of my friends.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah, did I tell you about it? No? Oh, sorry.” He stared at you unbelievable, “how?” He asked. You shrugged and focused on your phone again, “well, I kinda close to him in high school and I sometimes beat him up because he always bully the students. He scared of me.”

He chuckled and nodded his head, “you are scary, hun.” 

Min Yoongi : 

Both of you, the aces, the most-feared members ever. Both of you have the most best skills ever so this time Namjoon put both of you into an interrogation with people who worked for the rivals. You walked behind Yoongi confidently and he also looked calm and steady. 

“Ha. They send us the lovey-dovey couple?” 

“What a joke.” You glared at them, “well, we are here to kill you if that necessary you idiots.” Yoongi stood beside you while you took a seat in front of the hostages. “Now, now, tell me what’s your purpose?” You asked. 

“LIsten, kitty, it’s a secret from my boss.” Yoongi scoffed and beat him up with no expression, “no calling her kitty, get it? And tell us your secret.” You smirked and stared at the man, “see? This guy here, my boyfriend, he’s scary when he’s angry and you know because he killed your friends-”

He slammed the desk. Yoongi acted fast and pulled you behind him while the other hand was pointing a gun to him, “sit.” The man sent you a death glared which makes you confident. 

“Your boyfriend really need to chill.” 

Jung Hoseok : 

The trade was a success and Hoseok suddenly pulled you in another direction which makes you confused. “Hoseok, where are we going?”

“It’s a date. You did a great job there and cool at the same time.”

“So?”

“Let’s have a quality time for both of us. I know Namjoon would understand us, he got the money we got the time.”  

Park Jimin : 

You got into the locations with the back-ups and you thought about Jimin’s condition, you turned your head to search him. “Looking for me?” You sighed in relieve when he tapped your head. 

“I heard there was a bomb?” You said. He nodded his head and pointed the building, “over there, I need you to take over the bomb. Okay?” He said. You nodded and kissed his cheek making him blushed. Your job is very important to the team because you like to messing around with bombs and grenades. 

But still, even though you’re good at it Jimin will always tell you to be careful. 

Kim Taehyung : 

“Both of you will take this mission, just don’t kill them. Okay?” Yoongi said. Taehyung glared at you nervously, “well, I won’t but she….” You rolled your eyes, “I can hold my temper as long as they don’t do stupid things. Okay?”

You said that but, the mission was happened in  a club which is bad because a lot of girls were being clingy to Taehyung who felt uncomfortable as soon as they smiled to him. He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers around you. “I’m sorry, I have a girlfriend already and she’s here. Please respect her,” he said. He knew you can beat them up for a second so he won’t leave your side until the deal with the rivals off. 

Jeon Jungkook : 

You tapped your earpiece while the other hand typed something, your eyes have been wondering all the monitors you have in the room. “Jungkook, are you there?” You asked worriedly, “Yoongi oppa cannot go further, he has to deal with someone,” you said. 

‘Sure, I’m on my way.’ You turned your head to see the CCTV on the fourth floor, “it’s clear. Be careful, okay?” You said. Jungkook chuckled, ‘I have you to see the monitors so I’m pretty confident.’ You sighed, “I already have the system but you still want to bring me the disk?” He shot some bullets to three men before answering you. 

‘Yeah. you want it so I will give it to you. I promise to give everything you want, right?’ You smiled when you heard his words. But then, you heard Jimin cleared his throat, ‘we could listen your conversation you know.’ 

Hoseok scoffed, ‘you ruined the moment Park Jimin, can’t you please act like you don’t hear it like us?’

‘Jimin, you got no jams,’ Namjoon called. 

The One Thing I Can’t Live Without

[Summary]: When Tony gets word of a mission gone wrong that you, his fiancee, and another Avenger were on, everything falls apart. But being stranded and having no communication back to base, how will you let Tony know you’re okay?

[Pairing]: Tony x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: slight angst

Requested by: Anon

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A/N: I’m sooooooo sorry this has taken such a long time to finally get written and posted. There will be a couple references to Iron Man 3…

(Image credit goes to @duckbuttt)


It had been two years since Tony slipped that diamond engagement ring on your finger. You being a part of Tony’s life had changed him and he couldn’t be more happier.

You had joined the Avengers 10 years ago after Bucky had found you during a mission and the team found out you had assassin skills and some form of aurakinesis. You were more than happy to join since you had no where else to go and had no clue if you had a family or not. But the team was able to fill that gap as time went on.

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It’s difficult for games to have years and years worth of life expectancy and it’s usually not even the game’s fault itself. Sequels come out that drag people’s attention away. Online support just runs out. Completely different games are released that grabs people’s attention. Sometimes people just get tired of playing it. So for a game like Team Fortress 2 which has no campaign of its own and is meant exclusively for online play to last 10 years and still growing strong is a testament to how good the game was.


TF2 has had an interesting history. The first game in the series, Team Fortress, started out as a mod for Quake but even back then, the core of it was realized. After several delays, improvements, and even a complete overhaul of the art style, Team Fortress 2 was released in 2007 as part of the Orange Box bundle, a collection of various Valve games.


Like other Valve games at the time, it was well received and spawned a dedicated following that only grew with time. Even 10 years later, it’s still one of the most played games on Steam in general so the question is, how did it last this long?

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ask-whistledixie  asked:

Because I can't resist~ Holoform/Human for a day with​ S/O! How would the Cybertronians choose to spend it? Let's go with... Optimus, Smokescreen, Knockout, and for fun's sake three boots of your choosing. 😉

oo shit MMM GOOD STUFF. and for bots of my own choice, i dont really have any preferences atm so i went with arcee. hope that’s ok bb! <3


Optimus Prime

- He’d prefer to stay close to the base for whatever you do, so you guys probably end up taking a walk through Jasper. It’s not his fault; Optimus is the leader of his team. He’d want to know if something was wrong right away.

- Even so, you both do end up having a nice time. Sharing a few kisses, talking with each other like there’s not a war going on, and being an adorable couple old ladies get to gush about as you both walk by.

- Optimus is a gentleman; whether he be a 20ft tall bot, or a man your size. He’ll open doors for you, pull out your chair, whatever he can to make you feel as precious as you are to him.

- The day ends with a long session of cuddling.


Smokescreen

- LET’S DO EVERYTHING!!!

- Be careful; he’s really excited to be your size, so expect to be picked up and hugged at random times. There’s also a lot more kissing involved than usual.

- You end up getting bridged to a park somewhere, and you both have one hell of a time. Chasing birds, acting like kids, cuddling in the grass; normal teenage couple shit.

- And if it’s possible, you also introduce him to ice cream. Poor fucker gets a brain freeze 8 seconds in.

- You and Smokey end up making out at least several times. He can’t really help himself; this is the first time you’ve been able to kiss without a massive size difference. Expect a few ass grabs here or there, too.

- Once you both get back, you’re equal amounts exhausted and relaxed; which is disturbing to the bots. They’ve never seen Smokescreen so relaxed.

- You end up falling asleep together. Miko takes hundreds of pictures.


Knockout

- Get in baby, we’re going shopping.

- You end up taken to the biggest Mall you can manage to find, which ends up being one near a large city. It’s ginormous, flashy, and shiny; right up Knockout’s alley.

- You’re practically being dragged around as KO excitedly goes on about what he can’t wait to see, and make you try on. He gets quite a few varying stares as you trudge through, struggling to keep up with him as he practically speedwalks through the whole Mall.

- You end up being forced to try on several outfits. No matter what you say to him, Knockout refused to believe any of them weren’t perfect on you.

- All is not terrible, though, because you end up ending the day with gross amounts of affection.


Arcee

- You’re so excited! Meanwhile, Arcee keeps tripping over the high-heels in her new form.

- She looks bomb-ass, of course; your girlfriend looks like she could kill a bitch in style. But she can barely find her balance as it is. She’s used to weighing a lot more than 190 pounds.

- Even so, Arcee is more than excited to spend a day with you. But if you had anything extravagant planned, sucks for you; she’d much rather just spend a day cuddling and watching the clouds with you. So, you(reluctantly)settle for a picnic in the middle of nowhere.

- You end up introducing Arcee to the magic that is your favorite dessert.The little look of awe on her face made your week.

- All-in-all, it’s pretty relaxing. You get to chill out with your girlfriend, kiss a few times, and spend time together. That’s all you could ever want in the middle of a war.