pretty sure i'm never going to get over this shoot like ever

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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anonymous asked:

Companions reaction to finding and genuinely thinking the courier is Fucking Dead after an explosion (followed by the courier snapping awake going THAT WAS GREAT LETS DO IT AGAIN)

Arcade: His back was turned, shooting at some powder gangers. A loud bang went off behind Arcade, and a momentary panic took over him. He looked all around for the Courier, but he couldn’t see them, so they must have been at the very epicenter of the explosion. He didn’t even wait for the dust to settle before he took off running in their direction. He knew the likelihood of them surviving an explosion like that was slim, but if they were alive they needed medical attention asap. While running, he fell to his knees and slid up to where the Courier was lying; his pants ripped. He checked for their pulse, and it was as strong as it always is. He turned them over to look for any wounds but there didn’t seem to be any. At that point, the Courier opened their eyes and smiled at him. They could literally see the expressions on his face turn from surprised, to relieved, to furious. He got up and turned away from them, “I can’t believe- … I can’t believe it.” So many emotions were going through Arcade, and suddenly all of them caught up to him. Tears were welling in his eyes and he didn’t want the Courier to see. 

Boone: Boone more often than not, kept his distance during a fight; he had the advantage with long range weapons. He was keeping raiders off of the Courier, then he saw one had thrown a grenade in their direction. He tried to shoot it in the air, and he missed. He never misses. He immediately dropped his gun on the ground and started sprinting in their direction. All the while, saying under his breath, “no no no no no, I’ve lost too many people. I can’t lose you too.” He took care of whatever remaining raiders there were, and immediately went to the Courier’s aid. He shook them gently, hoping for a reaction. Their eyes shot open and they gave him a loud, “WHEW.” They couldn’t see his eyes because dust had covered his shades, so they weren’t entirely sure of his expression. Because he was holding them, the Courier could physically feel his muscles relax. He dropped them and stood up. After a long pause, he just said, “would you please be more aware of your surroundings..”

Ed-E: Have you ever seen that video of that guy who pretended to faint to see what his dog would do? Ed-E was like that dog. 

Lily: Humans died all the time, it was just a thing that happened. Lily never really seemed to care all that much. Once she thought the Courier had died in an explosion, it hit her like no other death had. She didn’t rush to them or anything, she just kind of stood there and looked. The feelings that she was getting, felt new but at the same time familiar to her; likely from before she became a nightkin, but at the time she didn’t realize that. Eventually the Courier got up, and she completely forgot the feeling altogether. 

Raul: “BOSS!” Was, what Raul thought, would be the last thing the Courier heard before dying in an explosion. He quickly ran to the Courier, standing above them with a look of remorse on his face. He wasn’t sure what to do or say or, anything. Seeing them laying there, he was scared if he tried to get them to get up, they wouldn’t. He stood above them for so long that the Courier eventually sat up and looked at him. “What a rush, huh?” Raul, taking a moment to comprehend what just happened. Sighed heavily, sat on the ground next to them, and looked up into the sky. “One of these days boss, you’re gonna kill me of shock if you keep doing that..” 

Rex: Rex didn’t even realize what had happened to the Courier for awhile. Once he saw that they had been lying the ground, motionless, he just went up to them and licked their face until they got up. 

Cass: Cass saw a dynamite stick land next to the Courier, but it went off before she could warn them. Immediately, she stopped all movement. To Cass, it felt like someone had just punched her in the stomach, she fell to her knees, not able to make a sound. Before she knew it tears were streaming down her cheeks. She still couldn’t utter any words, the only sounds that came from her were deep breaths. Theeen the dust cleared. The Courier was on the ground, covered in dust. Slowly, they got up, Cass just started at them with tears still running down her face. They walked up to her, and a big grin spread across their face. Cass immediately shot up and hit them, “don’t you EVER FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN.” She was clearly mad, but still had a look of relief on her face. She wiped her tears, and pretended like her crying never even happened. 

Veronica: As soon as Veronica glanced at the Courier, a huge explosion, accompanied by a cloud of smoke arose right where they were standing. A whole slew of curse words escaped her mouth. She was hesitant to run to them, all of the thoughts of what she might find scared her. Eventually the dust settled, and somehow the Courier was just, standing there, seemingly unscathed. Veronica rubbed her eyes, thinking maybe she passed out from shock and was dreaming. The Courier slowly walked over to her, and said, “WHOA that was pretty wild.” Veronica was so shocked it took her a second to process what was going on. “PRETTY WILD? ARE YOU KIDDING ME I THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU IDIOT.” She eventually laughed about it along with the Courier. 

butch-leninist  asked:

so i'm curious: i'm an english/women's studies major, tho i have a huge interest in zoology (esp herpetology) and have had this interest since i was a kid. but i'm completely TERRIBLE at math—like, bad enough that i'm pretty sure i have dyscalculia, so i've never gone into higher science classes. how do you still think i could still pursue this interest?

I actually had this discussion with a buddy earlier who got pretty much the best news of his life. (He’s got dyscalc and the math he took his freshman year didn’t count for his full quantitative methods credit because it was too low of a level- he was kind of panicking because he’s a senior next year and didn’t want to shoot his GPA in the foot with another math class, so he was gonna take logic… and then the dude gets an e-mail saying that due to changes to the undergrad curriculum to be implemented next year, he didn’t have to take any more math. One hell of a birthday present from the university, amirite??)

Anyways, my general approach to math is “check and see what your university requires as math.” As an undergrad, I took pre-calc (BARELY passed it, I think the TA had pity on me and literally the only… actually, I remember nothing from it), game theory (which was actually fun- we played a lot of actual games), and logic. Logic classes are a GODSEND because there’s no equations and no numbers. When it came time to take the GRE, I didn’t have too many problems- I didn’t need anything beyond basic algebra and honestly I think I guessed on well over half of them. But that’s what I did for an anthropology degree- zoology or biology tends to require intro chem, math, and physics classes. 

BUT there are ways to incorporate your interests in any major or program. You could do all sorts of work researching lady zoologists or studying the gender bias in animal studies (like ascribing human gender roles to animals or insisting that animals have a strict sex binary when we see all kinds of species that have multiple discrete sexes, etc.). You could write about the lives of different herps in approachable language- and you could always incorporate lizards and snakes into your creative writing! You could go into science writing or editing- and of course you can have your interests and hobbies outside. Sometimes hobbies can even turn into more semi-pro stuff- like, I don’t do herpetology professionally, but I do bring my animals into school for demos and such! Honestly, breaking down the barriers and opening up the idea of Science to more people is never, ever a bad thing- so don’t ever think you have to give up your interests!

You’re In Love.

This is a Wayhaught fic I wrote based off of You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. I hope you like it! Warning: IT’S FLUFFY! 

Waverly’s known it for a while. She’s known it but she hasn’t said it, well she hasn’t said it to Nicole at least.

One look. Dark room. Meant just for you.
The first time the thought popped into her head was at the party the town was throwing. Waverly was coming down the stairs and her eyes immediately found Nicole. She was wearing that purple dress, her hair was down, she had makeup on and the biggest smile Waverly had ever seen. Nicole Haught was breathtaking. The closer her steps got to Nicole the faster her heart started beating. Her breath nearly caught in her throat. And as she made her way to her from across the room, Nicole’s bashful eyes casting down for a moment, the thought fluttered through her head.

“You’re in love”

For a split second she panicked. It was too soon for that. It wasn’t love…it was infatuation. It was lust. It was heart pounding, mind consuming, body shaking…like. Shit. It might be love.

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Small talk. She drives. Coffee at midnight.
It was midnight and the headlights were pulling up to the homestead. Waverly grabbed her jacket and raced out the door before the car was even stopped.

“Hey you.” Nicole greeted her in the driver’s side seat of the police car. She had just finished her half of the night shift and immediately went to the homestead after.

“Hey babe.” Waverly smiled as she leaned over and kissed her cheek before buckling her seatbelt. She placed a thermos in the cup holder between them.

“You’re sure you’re not too tired?” Nicole asked.

“Not even a little bit.” Waverly reached over and laced her fingers between Nicole’s before they drove off.

Getting privacy in this town was like trying to get Doc to take off his hat, impossible. Neither woman felt like they could be truly alone together. But at 12 am, while the world slept, they found their peace. They made small talk as Nicole drove up the mountain just past the Purgatory exit. “How was work?” “What did you eat for dinner?” “How is Wynonna doing?” It was their time to catch up on the small stuff.

Nicole parked the car and turned it off, but kept on the headlights. Waverly grabbed the thermos and  stepped out of the car. She inhaled a deep breath as she walked to the cliff and took in the view of their small town. Nicole came up from behind her and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, and then pressed her own body against Waverly’s back. Waverly tilted her head back and smiled up at her girlfriend. Nicole kissed her forehead. They didn’t speak for a few moments. They just stood there enjoying the warmth of each other and the rare peace and quiet of, the otherwise chaotic, town below them.

Waverly turned and held up the thermos. “Coffee?” She asked.

“I’d love so-” As she moved her hand the light from the car reflected a chain on her neck. “What’s that?” Nicole asked.

“Oh, Wynonna found it today when we were cleaning out Willa’s room. It was my mom’s.” Waverly pulled the the charm out from her shirt, revealing small silver angel wings.

Nicole smiled as she let her fingers dance over the pendent. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” Waverly responded, some sadness in her voice. Nicole could hear it.

“Come on, I need some coffee.” Nicole said grabbing the thermos from Waverly before walking toward the car. They sat on the hood of the police car. Nicole unscrewed the top and poured some coffee into it like a cup, handing it over to Waverly. She took a sip from the warm thermos herself.

Nicole tilted her head back towards the sky as she cast her eyes on the moon. Her right shoulder brushed Waverly left. “Look up.” She smiled as she kept her eyes on the moon.

Waverly meant to look up, but her eyes caught Nicole in her peripheral vision and she couldn’t help but look at her first. She was stunning, especially under the moonlight. Waverly watched as Nicole laid back and rested her body against the windshield. She still hadn’t looked up at the moon because she swore nothing was as beautiful as Nicole. Nicole brought her eyes back to Waverly and smiled as she extended her right arm out and tapped her side. Waverly got the point and grinned as she curled into her girlfriend’s side. Nicole wrapped her arm around Waverly. And that’s when she felt it. She felt warm, and safe, and protected. She felt loved.

“You’re in love”

The voice came again and this time she didn’t panic, or fight it. Instead she let herself look up at Nicole with a large smile.

“What?” Nicole asked as she played with the ends of Waverly’s hair.

“Nothing. I just…I love this.” Waverly sighed as she looked back at the sky.

“I love this too.” Nicole responded with a kiss to Waverly’s head.

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anonymous asked:

hey do you have any fics like tif? love u

hi anon !!! sorry this literally took me a week i’ve been super busy but anyways, here are some fics that are similar to TIF in the sense that some of them follow the formula of TIF as in the whole miscommunication, pining, not admitting their feelings, someone leaves etc, and some are fwb fics, and some both. obviously TIF is rly unique so these aren’t gonna be exactly similar, so these are some fics that in some way remind me of TIF but anyways, hope u enjoy !!!

Fics like TIF 

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don’t hum Bolero.

Into The Blue by zarah5

AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

Fall At My Door by @fullonlarrie

A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.

And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

A Little Love (is better than none) by @horsegirlharry

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

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anonymous asked:

Hi again. I'm the same anon who asks about the rules. Thank you so much for that. I would like to request for Starish, QN and Heavens reaction to shy , plain (not ugly but not pretty) and tomboyish (prefer t-shirts over tight tops, sneakers over high heels) s/o having people gossip about s/o when two of them pass by some random citizens saying "how did that plain girl get such a hottie like him?". S/o personally is not bothered at all but the princes don't have the same reaction

Boy this was some work! 18 people in one ask xD Anyways, tell me what you think!


Your date was going amazing despite the several pairs of eyes locked onto you. Your boyfriend and you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy yourself rather than bother with their attention. With your hair cascading down, a shirt and pants put on and your favourite pair of sneakers; it was all perfect until that one whisper.

“So plain. I wonder how she got him.”

You walked on, head held high as you ignored the sudden downpour of whispers that were now initiated.

“Yeah! ○○○-kun has better taste in girls, she’s…ugh.”

Your boyfriend stiffened and your grip tightened on your interlocked fingers as you pushed forward, silently asking him to not react. Giggles were followed. His fingers were shaking but you gave him a small smile, sure that this childish behaviour would end soon.

“I know! She must have seduced him with her….other things…” Someone purred teasingly, causing laughter to erupt and your boyfriend stopped, tugging you back as he turned to face them.


Otoya

You didn’t like the smile Otoya’s face had. It suddenly turned cold when he heard that accusation. Determined to rectify the situation, he kissed your forehead before looking at them. The words came out immediately. “Stop! What do you know about ○○○-chan huh?! Nothing! That gives you no right to talk about her badly!” The redhead fumed, ever ready to defend you no matter what happened. He took your hand and walked off, making sure to shoot everyone a scary glare before doing so.


Masato

Your date was pleasant until they ruined it throughly. While you were used to such insults, knowing that they didn’t really affect you, Masato wasn’t. He didn’t like, he hated, the fact that you tolerated such utter nonsense. His grip tightened on your fingers and you tried to persuade him to let go but he wasn’t having any of that. “Enough of this childish banter. One does not continue to insult someone just because that person tolerates it. ○○○, let’s go, I’d rather not deal with them.” He warned, satisfied when the women nodded, utterly shocked. If these girls were a bunch of men, consider their futures ruined if Masato ever demanded a search carried out on them.


Natsuki

His smile turned firm, almost cold. His ‘grin’ widened as he leaned closer to that girl who insulted your assets. “Wahaha! I didn’t hear you quite there! What did you just say?” He asked, his voice bright and cheery but it sent shudders of fear down your insulter’s spine. They looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Natsuki smiled at the rest who averted their gazes before turning back to you and humming happily. He didn’t wheedle an apology out of them but was sure that they were sorry for crossing by you and speaking like that.


Tokiya

He did not like the words he just heard. He was disgusted, willing to break a few jaws but alas, he did not raise his hand at a woman. His eyes narrowed at the crowd who visibly looked afraid to their wits. “I see. ○○○ seduced me. Of course she did, which is why she dresses so ‘plainly’ as you put it, and does not announce to the whole world that we’re dating. Of course, she seduced me.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting predatorily. “I’ve never heard anything more dumb than that. ○○○, we’re leaving. People who gossip about you are just jealous.”


Ren

One gaze from Ren had them stiffen. He smirked, the expression not reaching his eyes as he slowly sauntered towards your accuser, eyeing them from head to toe. “So, lady, care to repeat what you just said?” He whispered, low and dangerous. The girl shook her head almost immediately, shooting you a glare. Ren stepped in between, shielding you from her. He spat out the next few words. “For you to insult someone because you don’t have what they do..do you know what it speaks about you, ladies?” The girl’s face turned pale and the remaining who laughed along with her, tried not to cower. Ren ran a hand through his hair, his smirk widening. “It says that you are someone who cannot see the beauty in a person. You are someone who judges people by just their surface.” His voice was cold, enough to horrify you as well the motley. “I want you out of my sight and a million miles away from my honey. Now.”


Syo

He balled his fists angrily, his voice louder than before. “You all, stop! Enough there!” The girls looked shocked as he dropped his fists, glaring at each and every one of them. “Ugh. You all are children. ○○○ did nothing to get me. I fell in love with her. Wanna know why?” He narrowed his eyes, noting the speechlessness in the audience. “Because she’s definitely not like this.” He spat out and took your hand, making sure you left the place immediately. He might’ve lost a few fans there but you mattered more.


Cecil

You swore that you heard the prince hiss when he heard the first insult itself. Now? He was furious, ready to destroy anyone, anyone who insulted you. “How repulsive.” The words came out louder than he intended it to. “This is so mean of you to do so.” He told, pointing his shaky finger to every one of the girls. “So what if you all think ○○○ seduced me? It does not change that I love her and that I know her more than you all.” He pivoted on his heel, stomping off, with you in tow. He didn’t want to start a fight but if he was still a cat, he would have most certainly scratched every one of them. You were his precious princess. You don’t deserve such horrible accusations.


Reiji

He laughed. Loudly. Clenching his stomach, he turned back to face your pile of insulters, shaking from the after effects of his sudden outburst. Your eyes were widely open and so were the eyes of the women who so freely gossiped about you. “I’m sorry, sorry~ ○○○-chan seduced me? I’ve not heard a funnier joke than that!” He laughed again, the sound darker and dangerous this time. He smiled at the women who refused to meet his eyes, shaking his head. “The one who’s ugh is you, not my ○○○-chan.” Seeing them stiffen, he smirked and continued. “Besides, if she did seduce me, I doubt I would have left our bed and brought her out on this date!” He added cheerily before taking your flustered hand and running off.


Ranmaru

You had to hold onto Ranmaru to prevent him from actually starting a fist fight with women. He just stared them down, his heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers at every single one of them. “Ran…let’s just go..” You whispered helplessly and he stiffened at your pleading voice. He decided to heed to your request but spat out a few words before leaving. “Disgusting. I’d die sooner than be admired by any of you.”


Ai

He didn’t like the mixed bout of anger and frustration kicking inside him. He knew that people gossiped like this only when they were jealous, indicating that they couldn’t have what the subject of their topic possessed. This was normal among humans and yet hearing such insults towards his ○○○ irked him. He wanted to give them a setback and so he did, when he eyed them all with a narrow gaze, his tone flat. “Stop. This is nothing but immature behaviour. Although ○○○ remarkably tolerates this, I won’t. How you all talk makes me feel disgusted.”


Camus

He wasn’t going to tolerate this. His icy blue eyes turned cold as he suppressed a scoff, instead plastering on a smile that was everything but pleasant. “Peasants.” He disliked the kind of language he used for a motley of women but right now, none would get away with insulting his ○○○ to his face. The word did shock his audience as he eyed them all murderously, his glares sharper than a dagger. “Apologise to ○○○ now. I would not bear with you all talking to her with such disrespect. She is my countess, my jewel. Far be it from me to bat an eyelash when fools like you openly accuse her being.”


Eiichi

It was only once when you saw Eiichi snap. You had committed his form to memory so that you would not rile his temper up again. Now here he stood, his fists curling, his eyes glinting dangerously. He snickered like a devil, sending the women into another set of whispers but his low voice shut them up. “Low. So so so very low of you to talk about my ○○○ this way. Why do I even have you as my fans?” His trembling laughter shook you to your very core. He made sure to leave them all a glare before taking your wrist, pulling you close to his chest and walking off.


Kira

You knew your boyfriend was a man of few words but his silence now scared you more than his talking. His grip on your hand tightened and you tried not to yelp. You tugged on your intertwined fingers, indicating that you two should leave but Kira halted you in your steps, pulling you close. “No.” He whispered to you. He repeated that louder to the women in the back, his golden eyes gleaming with a sense of protectiveness. “○○○ is nothing like how you picture her to be. She’s the most amazing woman I have ever met.” His words rocked the females into silence. “Your behaviour speaks a lot about your character, however.” He told them loud enough before walking off with you, clenching your fingers reassuringly.


Nagi

“Haaa…I smell jealousy of their nails~” Nagi cooed, completely in character, the only things that showed how angry he was were the twitching of his lips and the narrowing of his brows. He sauntered up to them, his coffee cup still in hand from your recent date. Eyeing them one by one, he smiled when he found his target, the one who thought you ‘seduced’ this boy. Without a word, he splashed the cold liquid onto her, she screamed in response. He smiled innocently but his eyes glared murderously at every one of them. “Whoopsie! I totally accidentally dropped that~ I’m sorry~” He sang out. His next few words were cold. “Do that next time and I doubt cold coffee will be only thing that spoils your dress.”


Eiji

He was torn in between yelling and politely correctly the women who dared to insult you. Clenching his fists, he breathed out slowly, deciding to take the gentle route first. “I beg your pardon?” He asked, ever the gentleman, hoping they would correct themselves. He didn’t expect the women to repeat their words, this time they sounded far more dramatic. He balled his fists, you held his arm and pleadingly tugged on it, asking him to let go. He stared into your (e/c) eyes, his violet ones burning with anger. He turned back to them. “That was very rude and childish of you. I believe you owe ○○○ a sound apology.” He said, his piercing gaze unwavering. Seeing the determination in your boyfriend made you tear up and a few of them apologised. In the end, Eiji showered you with all the love possible, in an attempt to make you forget those insults.


Van

His smile froze when the last few words dropped out of those women’s mouths. You saw his eyes darken a shade dangerously but your grip was firm on his arm. He met you eyes and was torn between doing something to those snakes disguised as women or to just walk off. His rage won. His fingers traced your hips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up in the air. You shrieked, surprised by the sudden motion, the emotion only increasing when Van brought his lips to yours, claiming you passionately before your onlookers. Collective gasps were heard. Some jaws dropped. Jealousy was the obvious emotion amongst them. He pulled away, kissing your mouth again before turning to them with a smirk. “Say what again? ○○○ is my girlfriend. I love her. My one and only. You dare do that again and I doubt I’d tolerate it. Feel lucky that she’s so patient.” He spat out, making sure you didn’t have to deal with such an event again.


Yamato

You saw his jaw twitch, the veins in his biceps rising as he glared at the women. You tried to pull him away, sure that he would go violent but he wanted to give them a good thrashing, by words if not actions. His clenched fists were turning pale from the force as he edged towards them with every step; you ran frantically behind him squeaking a “Yamato, don’t!” and “Yamato, please.” along the way. He didn’t listen. Stamping his foot loud on the ground, he eyed them all. “Say what? Repeat your words again.” He challenged, cracking his knuckles. The pale, aghast faces of the women did not serve him well and he was determined to get an apology out. He motioned towards you. “Apologise to her.” He thundered, his eyebrows furrowing. “Now.” You heard a mumble of sorries and nodded before yanking Yamato off, covering your blush and tears for he just stood up for you, proving his love.


Shion

“How utterly terribly disappointing that all of you are blind to the obvious beauty ○○○ possesses.” His clear voice rang out, like a stream of pure water amongst the cacophony of cicadas. He shook his head disapprovingly, ready to hex the person who dared to throw such false statements at you. When one of them tried to justify their words, he shot them a glare, silencing them. “Apologise to ○○○ this very instant.” He demanded, his grip tightening on your hand.


anonymous asked:

If you still need prompts to keep you sane maybe fluffy fantasy au enjoltaire? (Idk if you've seen the siren Enjolras and nymph grantaire posts but you can do something along those lines if you want it's up to you) thank you for literally everything you've written because it's amazing and thanks in advance!

I have indeed seen (and loved!) @stopcallingmeapollo‘s myth au! Which actually made it rather a puzzle to come up with my own… But that gave me an excuse to daydream about folklore for days, so thank you so much anon, for your incredibly kind words as well! I hope you’ll like this <3

( @petalparnassee you have given me fresh Scottish lore and now look what happened:)


Grantaire is lying on his stomach on a flat rock that rises just above sea level, his lower half still comfortably in the foamy water. It’s early in the morning yet, the wisps of mist that drew  from the sea towards the shore have barely dissolved. Through the faint haze that is still left Grantaire sees a shape approaching. It’s a black stallion and the gate of his hooves is like poetry itself. Blinking lazily Grantaire watches him approach the shore. He is too familiar with the elegant movements and the proud demeanour to be impressed. The cobbles on the beach skit away or are trampled under the gleaming black hooves and the horse charges straight into the water. Grantaire doesn’t bother to watch the proud head disappear underneath the waves. A moment later there’s a splash of water beside the rock he is resting on and two pale hands grip the edge. Montparnasse pulls himself up out of the water, his dark hair wet and slick against his head.

“Show off,” Grantaire hums.

“Good morning to you too,” Montparnasse snarks. He sits down with his legs crossed.

In the grey light of morning his skin looks even paler than it is, but Grantaire knows the lighting doesn’t matter. Montparnasse will always be annoyingly beautiful.

His grey eyes are staring of into the distance. “I saw someone walking towards the shore,” he says nonchalantly.

Grantaire makes an exasperated sound. “I swear, if I have to rescue one more of your stupid victims I’m telling Jehan.”

Montparnasse makes a tutting sound. “This one isn’t really my type,” he says airily.

“That’ll be a first,” Grantaire grunts. He splashes his heavy tail in the water, making Montparnasse glare.

He ignores the insult however and continues casually: “Too blonde for a start… To loud… To interested in you.”

Grantaire gulps and nearly rolls off the rock.

Montparnasse’s distinctive kelpie laugh sounds loud and neighing across the water.

Enjolras is on his way here?” Grantaire splutters. “Why didn’t you just say that, you ass.”

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4x01 Missing Scene

There was no such thing as a normal day in Central City. Not anymore, not if you worked for the CCPD. 

Part of David still missed the “good old days” before metahumans and magic and aliens, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find this work rewarding and challenging and exciting in an entirely new way now. So long as no new ‘Zoom’ came along, but the sting of that encounter was finally fading a little toward the past.

He was ruminating on the subject, on metahumans, on their new ‘Samurai’ problem and the ever-missing Flash, when something caught his attention. He paused and listened harder.

“And you’re sure it’s Allen?”

“I’m pretty sure. He’s spouting off nonsense enough that someone’s gonna sock him and I never seen him with that kinda beard but it looks just like him.”

“H’ve you got Joe’s number?”

“Nah just a sec, lemme–”

David cleared his throat, “what’s this about Allen?”

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anonymous asked:

What are your opinions on John winchester... just my curiosity spiking?

Oh boy, that one. 

I think he was a bad, neglectful parent. But I don’t agree with the pretty wide-spread characterization of him as a total demonic, drunk asshole who hates his kids’ guts and beats them up. I don’t think John actually beat them up – not on a regular basis, at least? I could maybe see arguments getting heated and violent, but not so much of a constant smackdown for every small mistake. He might have put them down verbally, if the Impala comment to Dean in the end of s1 was anything to go by… we all know Dean would never let Baby get rust or anything :(

I think he, kinda, destroyed them emotionally and totally didn’t provide enough support. He loved Sam and Dean, I’m pretty sure – but love alone’s not enough. He was a traumatized, scared man who wasn’t in the place to raise kids. I know it turned out that this childhood was the only way Sam and Dean could save the world. If they were raised happy and safe without any training and only ever becoming close with each other in their formative years, I doubt they could foil Lucifer’s plans that were thousands of years in the making in Swan Song. But John had no way of knowing that, so, that’s no excuse!

Also, that face that Dean makes in the Dark Side of the Moon when talking about John…

Yeah, that one. Poor guy. From the looks of it, John would never let them be kids, especially not Dean with his parentification burden. I could maybe understand wanting your kids to be ready if you know monsters are coming for them. But, damn, he could’ve stayed with them. Teach them how to shoot a gun if you really gotta, but you can also play catch with them and read them bedtime stories, yanno. 

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My very first Gerard x reader… oh boy…

Prompt: Imagine being a background dancer in the Helena music video and catch a certain someone’s eye…

Warning: Fluff. Tons of it.


“Cut!”

I sighed, looking up from the floor I was sprawled out on.

That was the fourth run we’ve had in the last fifteen minutes and I clearly wasn’t the only dancer annoyed at this. It was hard enough to learn the moves and dance perfectly in sync with one another, but to to it in these costumes? Really?

I will admit, I did look somewhat flattering in the sleek black dress they had put me in and it was certainly cool to be working with a band that I relatively enjoyed but it didn’t make me any less desperate to just finish up this damn shot.

Suddenly Andrew, one of the other dancers, called out, “Can’t we take five?”

A chorus of agreeable murmurs came from the other dancers, myself included.

Marc, the director, wasn’t actually that bad of a guy. He knew that most of us were tired and got little sleep last night so he was fairly lenient.

“Alright… fine. Take five”

I stood up and walked back over to my chair, happy to have at least a few minutes of rest. After plopping down in the chair at the corner of the church I flattened out my dress, taking several sips from my water bottle.

Then I caught a glimpse of messy dark hair in the corner of my eye.

Looking towards the center of the room I spotted the lead singer of the band we were filming. Gerard Way.

I had listened to some of My Chemical Romance’s music once I actually landed this job. It looked fairly interesting and their album was actually pretty incredible. It wouldn’t surprise me if they got seriously popular over the next few years.

But one thing that caught my eye in person was the lead singer, Gerard.

He was, to be honest, pretty fucking hot. With his dark hair that constantly got in his deep brown eyes, it was no wonder people were attracted to him. I was not exempt from this.

Sadly I knew that the closest I would get to him would be later today while we filmed the scene of him singing with the dancers in the background. And I sure as hell would enjoy it but there was no way I could actually talk to him.

He must’ve felt eyes watching him because he turned around and for a brief moment we were staring directly towards each other. I felt my face heat up and quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in something else entirely.

He saw me… didn’t he? Shit I must look like some creepy stalker… dammit Y/N, this is why you’re single…


Who was that?

The dancer looked away from be but I couldn’t stop staring, a bit distracted by who she was. Only when Marc snapped his fingers did I spin around.

“Gerard? Are you even paying attention?” Marc huffed, crossing his arms. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, “Not really…” I admitted.

Frank snorted and looked at me cheekily, “Pretty girls were always your downfall, man” I rolled my eyes and tucked my hands back in my pockets, determined to actually pay attention to what Marc was saying.

The director shook his head, “Can’t you two at least try to act professional?”

Frank laughed lightly, “Sorry Marc, you were saying?”

“I said that during the next take you have to be careful not to move to much, try to stay in one place. The number the dancers are doing is a bit all over the place and we can’t have anyone getting hurt” He finished, looking at me specifically.

“So… What would happen if someone was to get hurt?” I asked. Marc uncrossed his arms and gave me one of those scary-serious-director looks. “We only have a week checked out for this place. If a dancer, let’s say… broke their foot? We would have to find a new dancers, teach them the number, and reshoot everything in six days"

I wolf whistled at his rant, “So… pretty bad”

“Yeah. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go finish up that number with the dancers. Once we’re done it’ll be the chorus scene. Don’t screw this up…” Marc muttered darkly before walking back to the center of the set.

Frank shoved me, a smile playing at his lips, “He has a point. You especially have the issue of walking everywhere during the shoot”

I raised my hands in defense, “I swear, you guys treat me like I’m seven. If Marc said that I shouldn’t move around during the take I won’t fucking move during the take”


“Alright guys, that was perfect! I’ll give you a few minutes to rest up then we’ll finish up the last scene of the day” Marc clapped, happy that we had finally managed to land the cut after a solid thirty minutes of failed attempts.

We all let out a unanimous cry of relief, wobbling to our chairs and routinely drinking almost an entire bottle of water.

Just as I was about to pull out my book and maybe breeze through a few pages before the next shoot, a voice shook me from my stupor.

“Hey there” Said a familiar, yet very unknown voice.

Turning to my right I was shocked to find none other than Gerard Way standing at my chair.

“I… Well I kinda wanted to let you know that you were pretty awesome. The dance, I mean” A feint blush tinged his cheeks and I could finally get a close look at his face.

When I noticed that he was fairly hot on screen or twenty feet away paled in comparison to the reality of the singer and I was suddenly lost for words.

“Thanks. You’re amazing too. Your voice is really… really good” I mentally kicked myself for sounding so winded and immediately thought of what to say next. Even if I would never get the chance to talk to Gerard ever again I still didn’t want to embarrass myself.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “So what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” Dammit I probably said that too fast, “And I obviously know what yours is”

He smiled and I could feel my heart melting just a little bit faster. Goddammit, it’s not fair for him to have a perfect smile. Gerard grabbed the armrest of the chair behind him and scooted it closer, taking a seat beside me.

“Y/N is a really nice name…” He sounded so incredibly awkward and I couldn’t help but want to try and strike up a normal conversation with him. If not only to deflate the thick tension between us.

Gerard shifted in his seat, “Hey, would you maybe want to-” He was cut off by Marc who was making an announcement.

“Alright guys! Last shoot of the night, line up!” I cursed my luck and wished I could’ve gotten a few more minutes with Gerard but it was sadly shortened.

“Dammit…” Gerard murmured before looking towards me one last time, “We can keep talking after the take, alright?”

I had no idea how to respond to that so I just said, “Sure” I didn’t know what he wanted form me or why he even wanted to chat with me. He didn’t look like he was playing the whole ‘I’m a rockstar so sleep with me’ card and even if he was there are tons of better catches in this crew. So what was it?


“And…Action!”

I twisted my body in the way Jim described, trying to act like I was reaching out for Helena’s coffin. It felt oddly correct in some weird way, like I was really in tune with the music playing from the boombox. Eventually I was working off of only muscle memory.

Then I was finally able to turn my body towards Gerard, who was singing the song he wrote with the band.

I was taken aback from the glances at his movements. He looked like he wasn’t even acting, or even singing. He was genuinely at this girl’s wake, pouring out his feelings to the camera. It was stunning. He was just so undeniably passionate that I forgot to move back at my que. Before I knew it Gerard had moved back towards the dancers and the heavy sole of his shoe had stomped on my hand.

I let out a scream and my other hand flew to my wrist, trying to pull the fingers from the ground.

The music still played in the background but Gerard had stopped singing, instantly springing off of my hand with an expression of fear on his face.

“Cut! CUT! Goddammit Gerard!” Marc cried from the side.

I could barely hear anything as I clutched my throbbing fingers, watery tears clouding at the corners of my eyes. I felt hands clutch my shoulders and I only now realized that they were Gerard’s.

“Hey, are you okay? Jesus, I’m so sorry…” He frantically looked down from my blistering fingers to my face and I couldn’t help but get lost inside his deep brown eyes once again.

“N-No… It’s fine, they’re fine…” In reality my fingers felt like they were on fucking fire. When Gerard was moving to his second que he was instructed to just walk back. But Gerard being as passionate as he is, had chosen to stomp down, crushing my digits.

He shook his head, looking back at the crowd of onlooking staff, “Can we get a medic here please!?”

The crew seemingly broke out of their shock, scrambling around to reverse the music and get everything set back up. In the confusion Gerard managed to look back to me and say, “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”

I shakily held out my hand towards him, “M-My hand…” 

“Shit…” He whispered, taking my hand in his, carefully inspecting the reddening flesh.

By this time Marc had marched over to us, looking both angry and confused at the same time.

“What the hell was that? I thought I told you not to move!” He shouted towards Gerard, completely ignoring me.

“Actually sir… I think it-” Just as I was about to confess to being the one who forgot to move, Gerard stepped in.

“It was my fault, I know… I’ll take responsibility” He said with a knowing glance in his eye. Something that said ‘I’ve got this’

Upon his silent request I kept quiet, focusing only on the intensity of his eyes.

Marc growled, “Dammit… L/N, are you alright?” He asked, looking down at me with a slightly more sympathetic glaze in his eyes.

I nodded with clenched teeth, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Gerard, who looked really guilty about the whole thing, “I’m okay. It just hurts… We can do the shot again in five, ‘kay?”

Marc sighed, looking like he wanted to disagree with me. He obviously knew that my hand hurt and didn’t want to injure it further. But then again there was the issue of time and money and needing to get the scenes done on time. Eventually he agreed.

“Alright… fine. But we’re going to be changing up the ques so that way something like this doesn’t happen again” He said with his eyes narrowed angrily at Gerard.

He had called for some time to talk with Michael, while a medic ushered me over to a chair, Gerard not far behind.

The medic let out a hum, gently turning my fingers to get a better look at them. Finally she said, “I don’t think you’ve broken anything, thank God, but I wouldn’t recommend moving them too much”

I scoffed, “You did see the scene we’re doing, right? Hand movement is kind of required”

The medic pursed her lips, “Well perhaps you should miss this scene then”

“Not happening” I said firmly. No matter what I wanted to do this scene. I wanted to be able to look at the finished product and say that yes, I was in fact a dancer in this music video.

Gerard cleared his throat from the sideline, getting our attention.

“Maggie, can I have a minute with Y/N please?” The medic, who’s name I now know is Maggie, huffed and promptly strutted away.

Once she had gone Gerard visibly deflated, taking the seat Maggie was previously sitting in. “I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to do this” Said Gerard while he looked down at his hands. Shaking my head, I immediately cut in, “Come on, this is my fault and you know it. I was supposed to move back on time and I forgot to, plain and simple”

His guilt was replaced with confusion, raising an eyebrow towards me. “Why didn’t you move?”

At his question I began to blush, the memories before I got hurt still fresh in my mind. “I guess I was… watching you…” I said slowly, as if I had to force the words from my mouth.

“Me?” For some reason I felt incredibly uncomfortable in that moment, wishing to disappear from the conversation/

“Well… Yeah. You were really amazing, Gerard” The singer looked shocked, as if he hadn’t ever heard the compliment before.

He laughed lightly, “Thanks… Hey, would you maybe like to get a coffee later? I’ve never really had Los Angeles drinks before”

The smile returned to my face, “Never been to California?”

“Nope. I grew up in Jersey, myself” He said with a homesick grin.

“New Jersey, huh? What was that like?” I said, genuinely curious.

The dark haired singer anxiously looked at me again, “You still haven’t answered my question”

Oh right. Coffee, “Sure! I mean, just as long as you don’t accidentally spill coffee on my hand”


OKAY!!! VERY FIRST GERARD ONE SHOT COMPLETED!! WOOOO!!

But how was it? Personally it was a lot of fun to write and I can’t wait to do more for Gerard but if anybody has any other requests I’m open for ideas!

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In An Instant

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Others I can’t remember right now

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

A/N: I’m excited guys. This should be a fun series. I will only be taking 25 tags on this series. Sorry, it just gets to crazy with a bunch of tags. I’ll try to make a masterpage with the tag list count. Let me know what you think!     xoxo - Ash


It wasn’t an unusual sound, just an unordinary feeling, that sent you downstairs to investigate.

The wooden staircase creaked beneath your feet, your hand gliding silently down the glossy banister. Three or four steps from the bottom, you spot the curtain blowing in the breeze; the dining room window was open.

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For @skiretehfox’s Siblings AU do I even need to explain myself? It’s three different Max(es) and they’re all related. I mean, I already love them individually but ALL of them TOGETHER? Fucking amazeballs and Max galore.

Triple Max

They’re triplets separated only by time or at least that’s how they introduce themselves to new acquaintances whenever they’re together. They could pass off as identical triplets if it weren’t for the differing hairstyles and height. But if you look closely, you’ll see the telltale freckles speckled on each of their faces, incriminating evidence of their bloodline. That and their inherent passion for photography.

“Always take the fucking shot.”

There’s Maximus, the eldest, she’s the prodigy who doesn’t give a shit. She’s a double major at the age of 22 who dabbles in law when she’s not cutting classes. The only perfect attendance she has on official record are all of her photohraphy classes but even then she zones out in class if it’s a lesson she’s already figured out on her own ages before. Maximus is not the most responsible academically but she makes up for it with pure talent and skills that make her formidable even outside of university.

She also holds the title for messiest hair among the siblings. It only adds to her handsomeness or so her admirers say. She has this aura that just naturally exudes power and authority. Just as much as she is dashing, she’s also intimidating and with good reason. She’s pretty much chill unless you piss her off. Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s scary as fuck and with her skills, she will destroy you. The other two sisters look up to her as the protective bodyguard that has probably, if not already, killed a man.

“Ready for your close up, sweetheart?”

Up next is Maxine, second oldest, she’s the smooth talker who’s friends with everyone. She’s a theater major and a film producer at the age of 20 with an already bursting portfolio of indie films. Unlike her solitary sister, Maxine prefers to surround herself with people and genuinely enjoys their company. She’s the most fashionable out of the three but only because managing her wardrobe is part of the cinematography package or so she says.

She’s also the only sibling who grew their hair and without competition, her hair is just as smooth as her people skills. She could befriend even her worst enemies with just her suave charm. Although she comes off as easygoing, she can raise hell when pissed off. Again, do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s powerful as fuck and with her connections, she will destroy your reputation. The other two sisters rely on her as the social butterfly that can talk their way out of any situation.

“Wowsers, that’ll make an awesome photo!”

Lastly is Max, the youngest, she’s the doe-eyed pup who’s just trying to get by and get good photos. She’s in high school just like any other teenager but at the age of 18, she already shows enough promise for her to earn a scholarship at Blackwell Academy. Naturally, her course is photography, what else? Personally she thinks she doesn’t have anything that special when compared to her high achiever sisters but she doesn’t let that discourage her. She’s still young so maybe she just still hasn’t discovered what her specialty is yet.

Although if there is anything that comes close then maybe it’s her penchant for candid shots. Max can take the most ordinary selfies and candid shots of people and bring out a quality that’s normally unseen by any other photographer including her sisters. Two out of three vote that Max gets the best shots out of them and it would have been a consensus if she voted for herself. She’s not good with confrontations so she doesn’t fight but make no mistake, there are people willing to kill for her. She has two sisters, two! Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her. She’s innocent as fuck and with her sisters, she will unknowingly destroy your life. The other two sisters see her as the pure cinnamon roll that’s too good for this world.

It can get a little confusing when all three of their names are variations of Max but they’ve worked out a nickname system for themselves.

“Xim! Your shirt’s inside out again.” Maxine pointed out with a disapproving frown.

“I think it’s kind of cool how you don’t give a fuck.” Max comments from the sofa chair across them.

“See? Max gets me.” Maximus smirks while lazily sprawled on the couch.

“Don’t encourage her.” Maxine lightly chides the youngest and then turns to the eldest. “And you, try to be more presentable.”

“What’s the point? It’s just us at home and it’s not like you judge or I care. Mostly the latter.” Maximus simply shrugs off the reprimand.

“The point is that you should set a good example.” Maxine admonishes sternly and then sighs. “It’s bad enough that Max has already picked up on your swearing.”

“Hey, I kinda like how… liberating it feels to not hold back.” Max adds in her own thoughts.

“You heard the kid.” Maximus seconds the motion with her thumb up in Max’s direction. She then smiles smugly at Maxine who’s scowling. “She’s old enough and besides, it was going to happen anyways.”

“It’s alright, Xine. I promise I won’t pick up Xim’s worst habits.” Max says tentatively and even crosses over her heart for good measure.

“Don’t promise anything you can’t keep.” Maximus quickly quips.

“Oh, hush you!” And Maxine is quick to shoot her down. “Don’t corrupt our baby sister any more than you already have, Xixim.”

“The darkness is a free choice.” Maximus corrects her and then adds on, “It’s more fun on the dark side and everyone knows that for a fact. Plus people fear you. Afraid people means less social interaction, something your extrovert species won’t understand, Xinnie.”

“That is a pretty convincing sales pitch.” Max nods all too enthusiastically.

“Darkness is overrated nowadays.” Maxine huffs with crossed arms and refuses to be beaten so easily. “Why would you want to scare people away when they could be worshipping you? And with just a few words, they’d be at your beck and call.”

“And another convincing sales pitch.” Max nods again at the rebuttal. This is some high level argument ongoing and this is intellectual entertainment at its finest.

“See, that’s the deal breaker right there. Talking. Words.” Maximus airily retorts. She doesn’t even hold back as she openly mocks her own sister, “You’re the only person in this room who enjoys that, Xine.” She pauses just so she could turn up the smugness in her smile. “Face it, I’m Max’s favorite because I get her.”

Maxine’s eyebrows twitch slightly at the sudden redirection. Oh, it’s on. “Puh-lease, don’t even get me started.” She casually flips her luxurious hair and scoffs, “Who’s the one here who actually goes with her and has never missed an event? Well you’re right about me enjoying talking and that’s because I talk to her more than you do.” She gestures with her hand with the sassiest flair the house has ever seen. “Move over, we’ve bonded more.”

The two continue to bicker back and forth while the youngest watches silently, seemingly forgotten. Max isn’t sure at what point did this argument became about which sister is her favorite but she’s sure that she has to end it before it blood spills. Literally. She does not want a rerun of the bloodbath of 2010. As amazing as it is to see her two sisters duke it out with their incredible wits, it’s also deadly as fuck. Bloodstains are a pain in the ass to remove from the carpet.

So before it escalates from just bruised egos, Max plays it cool as the peacemaker. Again. It’s kind of ironic how her two older sisters act childish sometimes and she, the youngest, has to be the mature one.

“Well I think you’re both awesome!” Max cuts in between them like a samurai or so she imagines herself as one. She turns to the couch where Maximus is still lounging on. “Xim has this cool lone wolf vibe. She can get things done on her own and power through anything.” She looks at the doorway where Maxine is fashionably leaning on. “Xine has this amazing social butterfly gait. She can get people together and even create collaborative projects.” And then she addresses them both, “You two are awesome at what you do respectively. There’s no use comparing each other when what you do is unique. It’s not a competition. You’re both my favorite sisters in the whole world.”

The room falls silent after Max’s impromptu speech. Her two sisters are still staring at her and she’s starting to get self-conscious with every second passing. Until finally they move again but instead of talking, they’re clapping. It’s a slow clap that sounds full of approval and admiration. It makes Max blush with embarrassment.

Maximus wears a toothy smile. “Safe answer. Smart choice, kid.”

“Good call. Excellent show of conflict resolution skills!” Maxine beams brightly.

“T-Thanks…!” Max ducks her head shyly and they only clap harder. She has the faintest suspicion that they’re teasing her and she too can play this game. “But if I had to pick a favorite…” She lets the sentence hang in the air long enough for her two sisters to latch onto it. Hook, line and sinker. She smiles impishly when she continues, “Then maybe, just maybe, I’d probably— definitely go with the one who takes out the trash.”

Her two sisters smile back and they have this moment where it’s almost as if their minds are in synch. Then the moment collapses in on itself when the two burst out into laughter.

“Sorry Max but you’re on your own in this.” Maximus waved the offer. “It’s your turn today and I ain’t touching that crap unless you’re dying. Even then the only trash I’m taking out are the scumbags who hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s not our call to make. The rules are meant to be followed.” Maxine states matter-of-factly. “And same. I’ve already handled last week’s filth and it’s only fair that you deal with this one. Although I could manipulate someone else to do it, I’d rather not.”

Max joins them, giggling. “Eh, it was worth a shot.”

Meet the Caulfield sisters, despite their differences, they get along pretty well. If it isn’t obvious from the freckles and their passion for photography, they’re basically triplets separated only by time.

affection

for nalu fluff week’s bonus day promp: affection!

Ever since the war against Alvarez ended, Lucy has noticed Natsu’s touch a lot more. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s quite comforting after all they’ve been through. It’s a reassurance that he isn’t going anywhere. He’s always been an open person in many ways, but something feels different this time around, something she doesn’t pin-point for quite some time.

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agentsalex  asked:

16 & sanvers!

absolutely! from this post (x)

Alex Danvers liked living on the sixth floor because it meant she rarely had a permanent neighbor. The apartment complex she lived in wasn’t the nicest by any means, and the elevator was constantly out of service, which was why most people rented out on floors one through three. Apparently, stairs were a taboo, and the average person could only take a few weeks of hiking up and down them before they called it quits. 

The longest anyone had lasted was sixth months. 

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staceyunknown  asked:

Hi! Me again! Can't remember if I've asked this before but regardless - are we going to see anymore of LaTroy and Sylvie in upcoming fics? 😊

Hi! 

I don’t think you’ve asked that before, I don’t think anybody has. I originally didn’t plan to have them appear again, but everybody seemed to like LaTroy and his family, so, yeah, we’ll see them again.

I have one that I started but I haven’t finished it, because I wasn’t sure if I liked it. So it ends sort of abruptly, and it’s a first pass, so it’s probably pretty rough, but, I’ll happily share it with you. Enjoy, and Thank You!


LaTroy was sitting at a table in his deli, going through their supply and grocery orders. He had a little office in the back, but it was too easy to let that room eat away a whole day. Nobody wanted to disturb him there — even though he was always plenty glad when they did — so they’d leave him alone and the hours would slip away into numbers and accounts. It was awful.

Besides, he liked to be in the heart of things in case somebody might need something. Please, Lord, let somebody need something. Even if it was wondering where he put the napkins.

Going through the paper costs for the month, he was gratefully distracted when somebody joined him at the table. Glancing up with a smile, expecting his wife, he happiness faltered when he saw Darcy L. smiling back at him. It was months since he’d seen her or James. Just that one time, actually. Then neither hide nor hair of either of them until right now.

“Do you bake your own bread?” she asked without preamble.

LaTroy stared for a moment, not sure she wasn’t a bizarre vision; the result of too many numbers doing weird things to his head. “No. There’s a local bakery we order from. We do some of our own special breads sometimes, around the holidays mostly, and we make probably half the desserts.”

“Cool. Do you cater?”

Scratching at his jaw, LaTroy was trying to figure out what exactly was happening. She came out of nowhere, no greeting, just straight to business like they’d been talking all along. “Sure. Breakfast, lunch.”

“Nice.” She grinned at him and nodded. “Good to see you again, LaTroy.”

Letting out a small, bewildered laugh, he nodded back. “And nice to see you around, Darcy L. You bring James with you today?”

“No, just me.” She kept smiling, but there was something under it now. Like a warning. LaTroy frowned.

“How’s he doing?”

“Good. Maybe better than good. He’s got the property for his dream bar, so he’s busy planning and knocking down walls, as you do. He’s on cloud nine, or whatever the freeze-dried soldier equivalent is.”

LaTroy licked his lips and kept staring, not sure how to respond to that. Darcy didn’t seem to notice.

“So, can you do lunch for 15?” she asked, getting back to their business - the business he didn’t know they had until he was dropped right into the middle of it. Did Bucky ever feel this confused by her? “Or maybe 20? Make it 25. Like, box lunches. You know, sandwich, chips, potato salad, whatever else?”

“Sure,” he replied, trying to work around his bemusement. He pulled out an order book from his pocket. “When are you aiming for?”

“Friday. Is that too short notice?”

“Nah. It’s Tuesday. Plenty of time.” He wrote down a note. “Delivery and setup?”

“Just delivery.”

“Okay. Where we headed?” She rattled off an address in Williamsburg and LaTroy felt his confusion grow a little bit bigger. “Nobody closer?”

“Probably,” she told him with an easy shrug. “But, we’re friends.”

“Suppose we are,” LaTroy muttered, but he wasn’t really getting friendly vibes from her. In fact, it was peculiar how much this little slip of a woman was unsettling him. More than James did, even that first time. “This an office lunch? You want drinks?”

“I’ll handle the drinks. And, no. It’s for the construction crew. A) they have to put up with Bucky looming and hovering, and b) it’s been a couple hot, gross, sucky weeks, weather-wise. I figured they deserve lunch, you know?”

“That’s nice of you,” he said and wrote another note on his order book. It seemed smart right now to stick to business. “Assorted?”

“Yeah. Maybe five of the veggie option if you’ve got one, but the rest, just like turkey, ham, roast beef, corned beef, and whatever your usual build is.”

He dutifully wrote that down then glanced up at her, and watched as her eyes traveled over the deli. It was almost an absent look, not like James and his jumpy eyes. But, he still felt bothered, watched; hell, surveilled.

“You know,” he said as he turned back to the order book, “if you’re worried, I never said anything to anybody about him.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I do,” she said with a nod and a little obnoxious smirk. “Lt. LaTroy Walker, 75th Rangers. Your CO was way disappointed when you retired so suddenly, by the way. He had big plans for you.”

Licking his lips, he set down his pen and rested his hands flat on the table. So, yeah, this was a warning. Clearly.

“My wife’s dad owned his place,” LaTroy said, explaining his retirement. He wasn’t sure why he felt he ought to explain to her, but he thought mostly it was important right now that they have an understanding. And it helped him keep his temper; her digging into his personal business and all didn’t make him happy.

“He got hurt pretty bad in a car accident. She came back to help the family out. I figured she needed me more than the army did. And I figured I needed her more than I needed the army. We were still dating then, but we got married a year or so later, when her pops was back on his feet.”

“That’s sweet,” Darcy said, and she offered him a genuine smile. “How’d you meet your wife?”

“You don’t know?”

“I limited my snooping to you.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he grumbled. He could see it, he supposed. If she was keeping Bucky Barnes safe, he’d guess she’d want to know who knew about him. It was just what it was that LaTroy found himself uncomfortably on that list of folks. “We met in college. Her family were always real good to me. They had their reservations at first; she’s Italian and I'm—”

“Not Italian?” Darcy interrupted with a guess and LaTroy laughed. Well, she was pretty polite about the snooping.

“Exactly. Not only that, but I’m not even from Brooklyn. I’m from Delaware. But, I guess you knew that.”

She snorted, but didn’t confirm or deny she’d dug that far. “So, how’d they get past that Delaware thing? My grandpa is from here, and of course, a couple friends. You’d think Brooklyn was some sort of Eden on Earth. I’m from California, so, you know, I don’t really get it.”

“It’s still a work in progress,” he admitted with a wry smile. “But, anyway, they were always good to me. Her grandma, well, she loved me more than my own grandma ever did, you know. So, when Sylvie’s dad decided to retire, we worked it so Sylvie and I bought the deli.”

“Nice. A real family business. Is that your son over there?” She nodded to the boy behind the counter, who was smiling at a pretty businesswoman.

LaTroy’s jaw tightened and he stared hard at Darcy. There were limits to how far he was willing to tolerate the intrusion into his personal business. Dante was way the hell off limits.  "Why’re you here? You warning me?“

She looked away from Dante and shook her head. “Not the sort of warning you’re thinking of. Like I’m going to threaten you?”

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look over. His old army sizing-you-up look. She didn’t flinch away from it.

“I know,” she said with that aggravating smirk. “I’m not much, but I am scrappy.”

“I guess maybe you are,” he said carefully.

“Bucky—”

“Should you be saying that?” he asked, shooting his own look around the deli. It was the second time she mentioned his nickname, and it made him tense up every time. There were three other customers in there and his son. They could overhear maybe.

“Who’s going to notice? Unless you act all weird about it and make them notice you being weird. Relax.”

LaTroy blew out a breath and sat back. She had a point; the name only meant something because he knew it meant something. “Alright.”

“How did you figure it out, by the way? Did he tell you?”

He scoffed and gave her an incredulous look. “That guy doesn’t say anything.”

She laughed. “I know, so imagine how confused I was.”

“I saw a book; it had his picture in it,” he explained.

Darcy took that in and was quiet for a minute, looking thoughtful. “Did you ever play Howling Commandos when you were a kid?”

“Course I did.”

“Me, too. Then I grew up and one day Bucky Barnes sat down next to me. Weird, right?”

“Just like that?”

“Not exactly.” She leaned forward and gave him a very serious look. “Keep not saying anything about who he is. There are people who’d like to get their hands on him; really bad, awful people. I’d prefer they didn’t. Actually, we’d all prefer they didn’t.”

“I get that,” LaTroy agreed easily. Whatever the man had been through, somebody was holding onto him for all that time. And however he got away, somebody was probably looking.

“And I don’t want anybody to come here looking for answers. Bucky wouldn’t want you involved. Not as far as anybody anywhere would notice, you know? That the only warning I came to give, I swear.”

LaTroy nodded slowly and glanced over at his son again. He’d grown another inch or so. If Dante got much taller they were going to have to raise the ceilings. But, no matter how big he’d get, Dante would always be his sweet little boy. “I gotcha.”

“Okay.” She pulled out a card and handed it to him. “If anybody ever comes sniffing around, call me.”

He flicked a finger on the edge of the card. It was just her name and a number. “What’re you going to do?”

She watched him for a second then smiled, an actual smile and not that smirk. “Can I tell you another secret, LaTroy?”

“I guess,” he mumbled, hesitant about this whole thing. “This one need a warning?”

“No. My dad’s coming here.”

“Okay?” How was that a secret? This girl’s brain didn’t seem to work in any sort of straight line.

“We’ve been making a point to have a daddy/daughter date every few weeks. And, I told him about this place. So, he’s on his way now. We’ll grab dinner to go.” And as if that explained anything at all, she kept on smiling and sat back. “I’m serious. Call me. Even if somebody’s looking sort of shifty. Like, you’ve just got a bad feeling. Don’t second guess it. I mean, you were a Ranger, you know the drill.”

“Okay, but, really, what’re you going to do?” LaTroy demanded again. She might know Bucky Barnes, and maybe then by extension Captain America, but … what? They were more set up to help if somebody nasty came around. So, what did she think she’d be able to do? Was she one of those weird aliens they said looked human? Inhumans, right? Was she one of those? That’s the only way he could figure she’d be much help.

“Oh, I’m way helpful,” she assured him. Then she jerked her chin at his order book. “So, are we good for Friday?”

“Uh, yeah,” LaTroy said, and finished tallying up the order.

While he was still puzzling over Darcy L. and still wrapping up their business, the door opened and a man in old jeans and a faded t-shirt strode into the deli. LaTroy glanced up reflexively, as he always did with a new customer — somehow Darcy snuck in on him.

Squinting a little, he took the man in. This fellow might be dressed down, but he was wearing expensive sunglasses, had an expensive haircut, and everything about him said expensive.

He looked around the place, bemused, until his eyes landed on Darcy. “Hey, kid.”

“Hey.” She grinned at him and stood, then waved a hand at LaTroy. “This is LaTroy, he and his wife own the deli. LaTroy, Tony.”

When recognition hit, it was a surreal moment for LaTroy. Part of his brain said that was Tony Stark standing there, but another part of his brain refused to accept the idea that Tony Stark of all people would be in his deli.

Tony’s lips twisted in confusion, like he wasn’t sure why they were being introduced, either, but he nodded. “LaTroy.”

LaTroy got to his feet and offered his hand. “Mr. Stark. It's—”

“Yeah, you’re stunned and amazed and it’s nice to meet me. Got it. Good to meet you, too,” Tony said and gave him a brief handshake. “So, I hear you’ve got some kind of amazing soup? Like, Darcy didn’t shut up about it for a week. It was weird and, frankly, irritating. So, obviously I need to try it myself.”

"My wife makes it. Uh, we’ve got minestrone, tomato, and french onion today.” LaTroy was still processing the strangeness of Tony Stark, and okay, so he was a little slow about realizing exactly what was happening. Darcy said she was telling him another secret, and what she’d do if somebody threatened him, and that her dad was visiting.

Damn. Not just damn, but day-um!

“I’m feeling tomato,” Tony declared and drifted over to the counter.

LaTroy shot her a wide-eyed look and dipped his chin in question. Darcy patted his shoulder and said, “So, if somebody worries you, you’re going to call me, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I will. Promise.” Did she … she just said … Wait, wait. That was Iron Man, and she was Iron Man’s kid, and she knew Bucky Barnes and he’d already figured she’d know Cap. So, she must know all the others, right? So she just said if there was trouble, he could call in the Avengers. That’s what she said without actually saying it, right? The Avengers. For him? For real?

“Cool.” She started after Tony, but stopped and turned back to LaTroy. “You were nice to him, to Bucky. Nobody was kind to him for a long, long time. He told me how you met, how you tried to get him to come in. He wasn’t in a place to accept that then, but he appreciated it.”

“Wasn’t hardly a thing,” LaTroy said with a shrug.

“It was a huge thing,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.

At the counter, Dante was helping another customer and hadn’t noticed Tony Stark yet. That was going to be entertaining when he did. Though, LaTroy thought he should probably scoot on over there and spare his son the embarrassment.

But, before he moved, he asked the girl next to him, voice low, “Why’d you tell me?”

Darcy, who had an amused anticipatory smile as she waited for Dante to notice Tony, too, shrugged. “You kept Bucky’s secret. It seemed only fair.”

“How’s that work?”

“It’s the currency of trust. Right? I pay you back with my own.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t do it for you.”

“Look, he’s my partner.” Darcy turned away from watching Dante and gave him a very serious look. He didn’t know her much at all, but thought the serious look was probably a pretty rare one; worth paying attention to her, he figured.

“It matters to me that you noticed him,” she continued, “that you cared before you knew who he was, that you cared enough to figure out what was going on with him. And then, after you figured it out, that you still cared. You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to care. You didn’t have to wonder about him. And you didn’t have to keep quiet. It’s nice to remember there are good people in the world.”

LaTroy felt both humbled and baffled by her reasoning and could only manage a mumbled, “Man’s a hero.”

“I agree. But, not a lot of other people do.” She let out a long breath through her nose and rubbed at her forehead. “He was a POW for more than 70 years. Brainwashed. They made him do terrible things.”

Licking his lips, LaTroy remembered that article he found online that said Barnes was the man who ripped apart the D.C. SHIELD building. He didn’t want to believe it when he read it, but it made awful sense now. “Hydra?”

“Yes.” With narrowed eyes, she watched him for a long moment. “It wasn’t his choice. He fought them every way he could for all that time. And he’s not that man anymore. He got away.”

“Good,” LaTroy told her, firming up his lips. That was good. Good for him. And to hell with Hydra. How dare they. Monsters. They were monsters for a whole lot of awful reasons — this one just felt personal. “Hope he took some of them down on his way out.”

“Well, that’s an ongoing process,” she said, laughing a little. “But, buddy, let me tell you, it is satisfying as hell to blow up a Hydra base.”

Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her and asked, “You do that?”

“Once I helped, and once I did it on my own,” she said proudly.

“Good for you, girl,” he praised and clapped her on the shoulder and was struck again by how petite she was.

He glanced over at Tony’s back, and then down to her again. Stark’s kid. His daughter. A beautiful little girl, the man somehow kept out of sight, safe from the world. LaTroy liked to think he was a modern man, but he didn’t think he could let his little girl go do something like that. Actually, he got a little shaky thinking of his boy doing that.

He had to ask. “Don’t take this wrong, but, how in the world does your dad let you go out and do that?”

“Another ongoing process,” she told him with a sigh.

LaTroy frowned for another minute and, finally, Tony was the next costumer up. Dante didn’t realize who he was talking to. Not yet, anyway. But, LaTroy wasn’t entirely noticing now, either. So, how’d Stark’s kid end up in a place where she was blowing up Hydra bases? With her partner Bucky Barnes? Bucky Barnes who, apparently, was the guy who took down the SHIELD building and who —

“Damn. You a SHIELD agent?” he asked in a strangled whisper.

“Who? Me?"she asked, and then laughed.

"I thought SHIELD was gone.”

“It is,” she said.

Dante finally noticed who he was talking to and was giving LaTroy a panicked look, pleading for help.

“Then how—”

“Bucky wanted a bar, I used to bartend in college, and you know, for a little while, seems like a good place to rest,” she said simply. It didn’t really explain anything, but that was probably the point. A gentle nudge telling him to butt out. He supposed he could accept that, she made amends for her poking into his life and he got why. Guess it was his turn to back off.

“Sounds good. I’ll have to come by for a cold one sometime.”

“On the house.”

LaTroy nodded and headed for the counter, ready to rescue his son from having to get Tony Stark a bowl of soup. “So, lunch for 25? Let me ring you up.”

“Make it thirty,” Darcy said, following after him. “They’re hard-working, burly men and women. They get hungry. My partner will eat any leftovers.”

LaTroy noticed Stark make a face at the partner comment and she raised an eyebrow back at her father. “What?”

“Nothing,” Stark grumbled and flashed Dante a grin. “How old are you, kid? Want a job?”

Dante stared for a second before remembering his manners. “No, sir. I have one, but thank you.”

“You sure? I’ve got an opening for an assistant. My last one left me to go be a bartender. What the hell is that, huh?”

“Uh …” Dante shot LaTroy another desperate look.

“I wasn’t your assistant,” Darcy protested.

“You assisted me with things.”

“Tony,” she sighed and kicked his ankle. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” He leaned over the counter and gave Dante a serious nod. “Think about it. Give me a call if you change your mind. Give him one of my cards, Darce.”

“I don’t carry your cards on me. Why don’t you have your own cards?”

“If this kid was my assistant, I bet he’d have my cards on him. Pepper always had my cards.” He looked back at Dante. “What’s your name?”

LaTroy, who’d watched the exchange with amusement while he fixed up two bowls of soup, decided his son had been tortured long enough.

“This is my son Dante, Mr. Stark. And he’s seventeen and he’s got school, so there’s no going across town to be passing round your business cards. He’s got a job here and homework he probably ought to be getting to.” He patted his son on the shoulder and nudged him away from the register. “You go on, Dante.”

“Yes, pops. Thanks,” he muttered and his shoulders rose and fell on a relieved sigh. He bobbed his head self-consciously at Stark and said, “It was nice to meet you Mr. Stark. Enjoy your meal.” Then he hustled through the door to the kitchen as fast as his long legs would carry him.

anonymous asked:

That drabble you did earlier was brilliant! The only thing I can think about now is a drunk Adam trying to explain the epic romance that is Robron and Aaron being all annoyed with him because he keeps getting things wrong and making Robert out to be the bad guy, and he keeps correcting him until eventually Aaron is telling the story and Robert comes back to find all these drunk idiots crying over their love story! I'm not saying you should continue it, but you should totally continue it!!!

Thank you so much, nonnie. I actually did write you a little something (or a big something for me, 1600 words) It is not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway.

The prompt this story is following can be found here.

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anonymous asked:

can you write some fluff for me? i'm so sad today lol rip

hey uh wow same lol but i have this one wip thing that ill never finish from ages ago when a few friends and i were on discord talking about hp aus ft. durmstrang vik and mahoutokoro yuuri??? i hope it cheers you up <3


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Durmstrang Institute is, much like Viktor has repeatedly assured him, beautiful.  The castle itself is larger than Mahoutokoro’s jade palace, though Yuuri personally thinks his own school has a more intricate and lovely design, but the grounds are stunning.  He doesn’t entirely know where they are, precisely, but the mountains and lakes are so pristine, and oh, the green of the trees against the bright blue sky—

“Appreciating the view?” Viktor asks, drifting almost lazily on his broom with a matching lazy, content smile.  Yuuri shifts close enough to gently bump his shoulder.

“Yes,” he says, “but I wasn’t looking at you, if that’s what you meant.”

Viktor laughs.  “You wound me, dear,” he says, nudging back.  “Except not really, because I love that look you get on your face when you’re enjoying yourself.  Go on, keep looking around, I’ll keep quiet!”

Suddenly self-conscious, Yuuri ducks his head as the wind picks up.  “What look?” he asks, squinting against the breeze.  It’s cold against his face, and belatedly, he’s starting to realize that maybe an extra layer or five might have been useful before going flying up here, but… oh well.  It’s too late to go back to Viktor’s room to dig through his suitcase now, and a little cold never hurt anyone.

(Besides, it’ll be a great excuse for them to have tea together later, not that they really need one.)

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But this was our show...

(Disclaimer: This is going to be rather long. Sorry for the negativity)

I know I’m late to the party but I need to get this out. 

I hate series four. Not just TFP, not just Mary’s redemption arc…I hate the whole thing.
The last days I spent delving deep into old tags, fic and started to rewatch the show and I only got sad. So fucking sad.
I remember joining fandom back in June, how it helped me crawl out of my shell and talk to people (sorry for not reaching out, I haven’t forgot about you lovelies).
I remember spending nights reading meta, which brought me from reluctantly shipping Johnlock to a full blown TJLCer.
I remember watching the show over and over, at first on my own, later surrounded by amazing people from all over the world at Steph’s watchalongs.
I remember following the news at the sdcc, and screaming over ‘love conquers all’ and our first teaser trailer.
I remember setlock and all the funny exchanges with Arwel.
I remember Sherlocked and watching the GBBO finale just to see two new frames cut into the teaser.
I remember being super excited about every new TJLCE video.
I remember how I couldn’t listen to the radio because EVERYTHING was Johnlock and my heart beat faster.
I remember “Tell them your darkest secret”-“I love you”.
I remember all those countdowns.

And S4 aired…

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pain is part of the package, darling

I should be working *cough* WIPs *cough* on so many things but my muse has abandoned me and I couldn’t concentrate so instead this happened. This is one of those Someone-on-the-team-gets-a-wake-up-call-in-regards-to-Tony. It happens in a bit of a different context though…as it turns out my mind really works in weird ways. Let’s just say that not everything is as it seems in this ‘verse. Or I’m way more obvious than I realise, which is entirely possible. Enjoy :)

Summary: IronFalcon. It’s pure coincidence, the first time Sam notices the bruises. And, just like that, he can’t stop noticing them. Read on AO3.


Part I

They haven’t been in a fight in over three weeks, which is the only reason why Sam even notices.

The team has come together in the kitchen on one of those rare Sunday mornings where everyone is accounted for and nobody is in hiding to avoid retribution for their latest prank, which is in itself unusual. So is Tony joining them, not wearing his perfectly fitted bespoke suit but a lose T-shirt and sweatpants.

Which is not adorable at all, because Tony is a grown man and Sam really needs to get a handle on this ridiculous crush he’s been harbouring for his team mate for an awkwardly long time. Even when Tony is glaring blearily at everyone but Clint—who hands him a cup of freshly brewed coffee, which explains the lack of hostility—Sam wishes the genius would be leaning against him instead of the damn counter. He never liked the stupid thing anyways—and yes, definitely ridiculous.

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