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The flu - Frederik Andersen

A/N: Some Freddie fluff for y’all.

Word count: 1183

Warnings: maybe a couple of bad words and some fluff.

Master list

Originally posted by rollingdux

“Hej, min kære. (Hello, my dear)” Freddie says, walking in your shared apartment and closing up the door behind him. He is only being gone for five days, but you’ve missed him. “How are you?”

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Inktober 18,19 and 20!

This is my way of catching up. Me being B Team trash. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

…. I was watching Emperor’s New Groove. 

Also, Bonus! Inktober 21!

Behind only one day!

anonymous asked:

Loving the dad!alan headcanon so... what about fathers day? Or anything close to a father/son bonding moment?

((haha ew.))

  • BH calls his dad every father’s day. Flug has to remind him, since he doesn’t keep track of human holidays besides halloween.
  • the reason WHY he has to is that if he doesn’t, Alan shows up personally
  • “How could you forget Father’s Day!?! Hattie, I don’t even make you celebrate my birthday. All I ask is that for just ONE day a year, we have a nice heart-to-heart conversation!” BH hisses in response.
  • To avoid the countless dollars in property damage that will arise should Alan actually attempt to hug BH, Flug reminds him each year, the day before. BH spends the entire day preparing and mentally steeling himself.
  • Then again, the phone call always ends with BH screaming profanities anyways, as Alan reminisces about his childhood and such
  • “Aw Hattie, it feels just like centuries ago you weren’t even bipedal! You’ve grown so much! I’m so proud of you; I could just rip a hole in space-time to come over there and give you a hu–” “do that and I’ll fucking s c r e a m.”
  • (He does. Everyone suffers from permanent hearing damage and temporary insanity. #worthit)

mood: Eliot advising Hardison to be more assertive in his relationship with Parker, realising he’s the one asserted over the whole evening, ending up secretly proud of it.

mcsmc day 2: Assembly Required

“Thanks for coming back, Lukas. I mean that.”

I’m behind a day or two oh well. This episode is PACKED with so many great things like characters being introduced and new places being explored but I just love the goofy moment thinking that you and Reuben just died cause you missed a jump and then Lukas coming down right after you into the ender pit

DOCTOR BOO-HOO: Think about it: an actual, grown-up, newspaper-reading *adult* sat down to write this letter. This angry letter. About a fictional alien being played by a woman.

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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Quiver: Part One

Originally posted by spdrparker

yay! so i finished it. 

You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.
(this is Bucky’s look. sorry not sorry hehe)

Notes: FLIRTATIOUS!!! BUCKY!!!! fluff, smut is coming folks. some good smut too. 
if this gets to 200. I will do a part two.

word count: 2,992

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asexual awareness week fandom challenge

day one: a male non-binary character you see as asexual
↳ the doctor (doctor who)

Bat -Aunt: Part 4

AN: The celebration continues with an update to BAT-AUNT!!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

    “You’ve got to admit, it’s pretty damn impressive.”

    “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it.”

    “I didn’t think it was possible.”

    “Can we bring her on full time?”

    You ignore the voices on the other side of the room in favor of your brother. The idiot was bound and determined to get out of his hospital bed, and you were ready to tackle him if he tried.

    His glare was impressive. You could admit that. It was cold and menacing, and if you had been anyone else he’d probably be up and walking around. But you aren’t anyone else, you’re his sister. You’d seen the man when he’d had chicken pox, and was covered in pink dots.

    Moving your hands to your hips, you intensify your own glare, “You are not moving from that bed, Bruce Wayne.”

    “Who’s going to stop me?”

    You cross your arms, “Are you really going to make me say it?”
    “I dare you.”

    You narrow your eyes, “I’ll tell Alfred.”

    He throws his hands in the air, and you hear Richard whisper, “We should probably separate them.”

    You and Bruce ignore him, “You’re going to run and tell Alfred? What, are we three? You are such a snitch!”

    “If I’m a snitch it’s because you made me that way. It’s common sense that you stay in bed after an alien poison nearly ends your freaking life!”

    “But it didn’t!”

    “It ALMOST did. The key word is ALMOST! What kind of detective are you?”

    “What are you doing on my space station anyway?”

    Your eyes widen, “Your spaceship? My company is the one that paid for it! I’m the one who found it in the budget, and hid it under a space exploratory program!”

    “I have just as much stock as you do!”

    “YES, BUT I RUN IT! I’m the one pulling fourteen hour days, and making sure there’s money for the bills and so that you can work out your issues on the scum of Gotham.”

    “I focus energy on running the charities and PROTECTING THE CITY!”

    “You’re a weirdo in a bat costume!”


    The cough makes you both freeze. It’s a sound you’ve heard countless times over the years, and you can’t help but wince as you turn around. In unison, you and Bruce say, “Good Morning Alfred.”

    The butler’s voice is cordial as he says, “Good morning Master Bruce, Miss Y/N. I trust everything is going well.”

    You nod, “Fine, we’re just fine.”

    Richard’s head pops out from behind Alfred and mouths the word, “Liar.”

    “I’d expect nothing less. After all, the two of you were raised to love and respect each other. And both being adults are far too old for the childish bickering of your youth.”

You both wince at the subtle scolding. “Now then Master Bruce I trust you’ll remain in bed, yes? I’d hate to have to drag Ms. Lee away from her clinic. And Miss Y/N time for bed yes? You’ve been working quite a bit lately and I think a good night’s rest will do you well.”

    You nod, as you begin walking out. You stop next to Richard and mouth the word, “Tattletale” at him.

    He mouths back your age. With a scowl you make your way back to the zeta tube.

    Three hours later finds you back in your office, in uncomfortable heels, dying for aspirin. “Wow three aspirin. Big headache?”

    You swallow the pills and take a drink of water before responding, “Correct, my brother is the biggest headache I’ve got. The idiot nearly got himself killed while skiing in some far off place.”  


    You roll your eyes, “A daredevil who’s determined to give me a heart attack before I turn thirty.” You slump into your chair, “And I’m so far behind on all my work it’s ridiculous. If I asked nicely would you go ahead and end my misery Hilda?”

    Your assistant smiles at you, “And put myself out of the best job I’ve ever had? I think not.”

    You shrug, “It was worth a shot.”

    She smiles, “I managed to space out all the meetings you had to miss through the week. It leaves you jam packed and with the pair of us working some late nights, but by midweek next week we’ll be back on schedule.”

    “Only a month behind then?”

    She smirks, “Maybe even twenty days.”

    You smile, “How’s your girlfriend?”

    She sighs, “Amazing, as always. She precooked all my meals for the week.”

    You grin, “Ahh to be young and in love.”

    “You’re only twenty one ma’am.”

    You wave your hand, “And at this point forever single.”

    “Not a chance, the boys flock to you.”

    “Until they realize I’m not just a pretty face but a stone, cold corporate bitch.”

    “And damn proud of it.”

    You smile as Hilda slips out the door. You relax a bit further into your chair, before getting to work.

It’s nearly midnight, before you take a break. You’d sent Hilda home hours ago, and you’re exhausted to the bone, but you can’t bring yourself to go home. Alfred had called earlier in the day to let you know that he and Dick would be staying at the station to keep an eye on Bruce. And a giant, empty manor was not an appealing thought.

You’d had many childhood fears, but the one you hadn’t grown out of was being home alone. It was big and empty, and in your opinion you were better off in the middle of the city than at home alone.

It’s a little after one, when you get the call. The news makes you consider slamming your head against your desk. Instead, you trudge down to the research and development department; heels and all.

You listen to the head of your security detail the situation, you ignore him in favor of the wounded. You can hear the ambulances in the distance, and even if there wasn’t blood everywhere, you know the situation is dire.

And with no options left, you retreat to your office and call the one man you can think. He answers almost immediately. You smile at the friendliness, “Hello Mr. Allen, I was wondering if I could get your assistance on something.”