made by tallie

AA!SteveTony; You know you say everything out loud.

Word Count: ~2800
Warnings: none?

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Seventy two hours after Tony disappeared into his lab and failed to come out, Steve found himself outside the doors, punching in his entry code. He wasn’t the first Avenger to come knocking, but he was the first to come bearing food– ham sandwich, baked chips, and, at Natasha’s insistence, a bottle of coconut water. Because fluids were important, and nothing improved a mood quite as fast as sugar.

She was right in guessing that Tony’s mood would need improving. As soon as FRIDAY waved him in, Steve was greeted with a sharp, “What?”

Setting lunch down on the nearest flat surface, Steve grabbed the coconut water and headed toward the bank of screens where he heard Tony’s voice. He boldly shook the bottle in the man’s face and commanded, “Drink up.”

Tony scowled, potently, for all that he looked wrung out and exhausted. “I’m a little busy, Cap,” he said, distantly. “So, unless you need something…”

“I do,” Steve held up the bottle again. “Drink.”

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“Wiggle The Piggies”


Written for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy pickup lines challenge. I chose the prompt:  “I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”  Also written for @jensen-jarpad‘s Celebration challenge. 

Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: Just about 1100

No warnings (weird I know), well, maybe the title, cause that is a little weird. I drew from a bit of personal history on this from my time in the liquor industry, tending bar and working for my parents in their liquor store. It was a fun time in my youth when I was about 23-24 yrs old. So consider this is a blast from the past too!

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You loved your job at the liquor distributor. It was just another office job, but every couple of months, you were invited to work the occasional events that were hosted by the manufacturer. This particular event was for Maker’s Mark bourbon. The top shelf events usually drew a higher class clientele than others, like Bacardi or Cuervo.

This event was formal, but not black tie, and you had the perfect dress to wear. It was classic black, sleeveless and had just enough shine that it shimmered when you moved. As you were on the clock tonight there was only a touch of cleavage, leaving more to the imagination. You had spent more time on your hair and makeup than you normally would have, but were pleased with the results. Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you winked at your reflection before leaving the bathroom. You dug your black open toe heels out of the closet and a slinky shawl, then grabbed your keys and clutch, ready to head out the door.

You were just pulling into your parking spot at the hotel when your phone dinged. Checking it quickly, you saw it was a text from your friend and coworker, Laura, telling you about all the hot guys this event was drawing already. Texting her back your reply that you were headed inside, you locked up your car and made your way to the main ballroom.

You were taken aback at the expense these companies went to when it came to entertaining. The room was ablaze with twinkling lights and the room had been decorated exquisitely. The table linens were black, accented in gold and red. Each table had a Maker’s Mark bottle in the center, acting as a candle holder with a gold and black ‘40′ on each bottle. 

This wasn’t just the launch of their new product line, but also the 40th anniversary of the first bottled run of Maker’s Mark. This was a big shindig and it was the who’s who of the liquor industry in Minneapolis. It was your goal to move up in the company and tonight would be ripe for exposure. Everyone getting a sample would pass by your table. 

You strode gracefully to the table that had been set up for tasting near the back of the room. You and Laura were there to serve guests samples of the new line tonight, along with Maker’s Mark. You had to admit there were more than a few attractive men at this event, but you had to remind yourself that you were here to work, not find the next Mr. Right Now.

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My Own Personal Hero (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Fem!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Murder, panic attack, claustrophobia.

ANGST AND FLUFF

Request: Sherlock x reader. Sherlocks girlfriend come by the flat to pick up a few things and ends up getting dragged into the final problem. If at the end you could do it so her and John get separated. Could you make so she’s clostraphobic  


Originally posted by caffeinerebelqueen

You had come by 221B Baker street to get your coat that you had left yesterday and in the pocket was your wallet so you couldn’t wait. You ran to the apartment and let yourself in, announcing to Mrs Hudson it was only you, and she called a good morning back before you ran up the stairs and let yourself into the apartment.

John was sat at the desk on his computer, Sherlock not there. “Good morning John.” You called. He looked up and smiled.

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so last night i couldn’t sleep, so i ended up watching 2x02 and 2x03 at roughly 6:30 in the morning. i made this tally list to track how many times a character/myself said/did certain things.

i thought this was hilarious at the time…
i was wrong.

[also i am 98% sure that i missed a “mark me” but i was too tired to rewind and see so *shrugs*]