someone take my brain away from me

I was listening to Kill v Maim by Grimes and this just happened. Monster!AU anyone?? 

Kylo here is probably a fallen angel, but I did also entertain the thought of him being some kind of crow demon/spirit, like the fox spirits in Chinese/Japanese mythology… but like, a crow. My creativity is astonishing, I know.

Bonus vampire!Hux lusting after Kylo’s blood bcos I’m trashy as hell

anonymous asked:

Okay, my ask was honestly meant to help you, not attack you. Let's take it down a notch. And you're in a hospital. As someone who's been hospitalized before because of stitches, I know for a fact that there is literally nothing to do in a hospital. You have the time, honey. You should use it to write! You have to utilize your time wisely or else your brain will rot.

oh come on…

Is it your goal to deter me away from writing? Because if it is, try a little harder, sweetie. So far, all you’ve done is really annoyed me.

You’re mad as a cut snake. Please don’t send me another message ever again, unless you actually have something constructive to say. Bye~

The windows of Steve’s office show how late it’s gotten if the dim state of the space outside didn’t clue him in. Bucky left hours ago now with a snarky comment Steve paid only half a mind to. Frankly he needs something to focus on right now. Not that his mind has made focusing on anything easy since he went to lecture at MIT with the mechanical engineering students. Steve hasn’t even thrown out the coffee stained oxford shirt either, it’s sitting in the laundry buried under socks and boxers.

Clacking of hard soled shoes reaches his ears making him look up from the blueprint sitting on his desk for his approval. He’s got a small stack of particulars about the material costs and estimated lead time on them all to determine a development schedule.

“Aren’t you impressed I lasted a week?” Tony Stark is leaning back against the door to his office, grinning at him. He’s wearing a tuxedo, not anything someone could pull off a rack or rent but it’s a step up from the jeans and sweatshirt he saw him in before wearing that same grin when he stumped Steve Rogers.

And he might have a point. Steve hasn’t stopped thinking about Tony since meeting him. It’s not ofter someone stumps him or even questions him the way Tony had within meeting him. Not to mention the young man is rather easy on the eyes.

Which might have prompted Steve to send Tony a flower’s shop worth of roses, and then some. Not to mention a few other things. Coffee, chocolate - things that would appeal to someone who needed to pull the hours a college student would surely. 

But he’d received no kind of reply other than for Bucky to call him stupid. Peggy hadn’t heard the whole of it just yet, but she’d surely take Bucky’s side. Sam had just put his hand in his face and left when Steve had asked if roses were the best choice or just cliche. Truthfully it had been rather unhelpful to his current plight. Natasha had just smirked and mentioned it was nice to see him have deeper feelings for someone than a puddle for a change.

Steve leans back in his head when he hears the click of the door lock. 

“Do you always go out of your way to try and charm strangers?” There is a hint of a playful bite in the words.

“The ones that are worth it.” Steve hears himself say, a bit surprised to find that’s true. Convincing someone to keep him company isn’t exactly a challenge for him, hasn’t been for some time. 

“And I’m worth it?” Tony is picking his way around the chairs and table for more business related purposes. The younger man lets his eyes search through the room, amused by what he sees. “And what did you plan to do with me when you got me?”

He hadn’t quite thought that far. Steve had been side-tracked by how much interested in was in Tony. He’d been refused and dealt with it fine plenty of times before. But Tony had been sweet when he’d ended up covering Steve in overly sweet coffee, dabbing at him with paper napkins like it would save his suit. Apologetic and nervous. Then he’d been so very smart, the likes of which Steve saw rarely even with his job. 

Steve had a type and he knew this. Tony fit it. Fit it a little too well if his interest spoke of itself.

“Anything.” He hadn’t meant to say that.

The words were out there, nothing he could snatch back. For the laugh it earned from Tony he didn’t see why he’d have wanted to. 

Tony bent at the waist, palms resting down on the top of the desk. The print crinkled under his hands but Steve found his eyes caught on Tony instead. Smiling and with a mischief in his eyes Tony was difficult to ignore, tantalizingly close. Steve was surprised how much he just wanted to pull him across the desk closer.

Attraction was no strange to him. He’d had his share of bedfellows who had been alluring, almost irresistible in their draw. Or perhaps he didn’t know what it felt like for attraction to be this magnetic. Steve felt almost bewitched, outside of his own will at how he found his desire for Tony Stark. Perhaps the strangest part of his attraction was he found he wanted something that was not limited to what he had shared with his past lovers. A good long night of memories was all good and fine, even if they faded so quickly, but instead he wanted more than one night. Selfish as it might have been he wanted to keep Tony coming back if he succumbed to come at all. Affection wasn’t in short supply for him to offer but he didn’t want to spoil them like this. Didn’t want to offer them so much so easily as he did now.

It might have been his wishful thinking but Tony’s face seemed to soften. Tony loosened his tie and pulled the knot loose while coming around the side of the desk. After that he opened the button at the collar of his shirt. 

“Not giving me much to work with.” 

But Steve was distracted in watching Tony shrug off the tuxedo jacket, letting it drop to the floor without wasting thought on it. Further driven to distraction when the cummerbund came loose, edge catching the desk as it fell. 

“Mean gone to that much effort to get my attention to not give me any direction when I get here? Want me to go for the door so you can stop me, sweep me up off my feet? You might be the closet romantic type. Or would you rather pretend I’m some kind of rent boy? Am I your Eliza Doolittle to polish up and set into the world?” Tony reaches for and pulls Steve’s tie to hang between them. “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

Steve finds the words more than enough provocation to reach forward and pull Tony closer. His own feet shifting a parting to make space between his knees for Tony to stand. He’s still seated, leaving Tony standing over him as he is. Tie unknotted, hanging around his neck and collar open. It’s enough to make Steve rest his hands on Tony’s sides drawing him closer until they rest on his back. The material under his hands is smooth and smells clean. 

Somehow it is particularly easy to rest his head against Tony’s chest. The infers that drag up over his neck into his hair is more comforting than sensual. 

“I don’t want to change you.” The confession feels almost natural with their position. 

Almost in approval the hands in his hair smooth it back into place. 

“You want me.” Tony mutters against the crown of his head like it’s a secret between them. There’s a taunting satisfaction in his tone.

“I do.” He can only grip at the shirt under his hands further. He wants Tony there, with him. 

A hand drifts down and rests against Steve’s jaw. A thumb sweeps lightly over his cheek before the grip coaxes him to look upwards. 

“Maybe you should be in your bed at home to do this Boss.”

Steve is confused by the statement, but more by the drastic change in Tony’s tone. Gone is the teasing siren call, replaced with a low concern. Tony’s face is still just as it was before, eyes bright and intent on him. 


A hand on his shoulder jolts Steve upwards, sitting up in his chair bewildered at the change. His office is empty, Tony is no where to be found and his chair is pulled in to the edge of the desk. His elbow is damp for some reason and a glance at the desk proves he’s spilled coffee everywhere. 


Happy is standing on the other side of the desk frowning down at him. He’s a kind man and it shows on his face.

“Mr. Hogan.” Steve clears his throat after hoping he’ll sound less like he’s been gargling glass for it. 

“Fell asleep in your office. Should go home to get some sleep Boss.” Happy sounds worried.

Steve’s eyes check the empty office for someone who isn’t there and can’t imagine staying. “I think you’re right. Thank you…for waking me up.”

“Bad dream?”

Steve is standing up ignoring the way his back cracks to do so. “No, not exactly.” It wasn’t bad but more telling about his current loneliness than he was comfortable than admitting with himself.

“Wanna talk about it? Supposed to help.” Happy offers.

The look of trepidation on Happy’s face is enough to convince Steve sharing would only be mean spirited. “No, but thank you. I can see myself out.”

“I’m just going to get back to my rounds…” 

Steve nods to the gesture that Happy makes. He’s quick to leave but Steve doesn’t pay it too much mind. He’s still trying to shake off the lingering traces of his dream. He doesn’t mean to think about clever hands or smart eyes while he wipes himself down of stale coffee with a few tissues but he does. Everything just rounds back to Tony lately.

If he could make himself mind more than he does, it would have been easier to handle. Instead Steve wonders if something a little less difficult to ignore than flowers would let him see Tony in person again.

On his way out of the office he’s already contemplating some kind of singing messenger service. 

Melanie Martinez {Sentence Starters}
  • "It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone."
  • "You seem to replace your brain with your heart."
  • "I guess I held on for too long."
  • "You think you're smarter than me
  • "So now I'm really sorry for being the apologetic one."
  • "Your heart's too big for your body."
  • "Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren’t yours'."
  • "Is this coming off in a cheesy way?"
  • "All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure."
  • "I'm done with your bittersweet tragedy."
  • "You take things so hard, and then you fall apart."
  • "Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap."
  • "Whoever said I gave a shit about you?"
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
  • "It's not like I'm asking to be your wife!"
  • "Tell me what to do to make it all feel better."
  • "If you like me, please let me know."
  • "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."
  • "Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you."
  • "Tell me why the hell no one is here!"
  • "You're one of a kind, and no one understands."
  • "And it's all fun and games,'til somebody falls in love."
  • "Wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say."
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
  • "He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
  • "Please, don't let them look through the curtains."
  • "So what if I'm crazy? The best people are."
  • "I need to kill you. That's the only way to get you out of my head."
  • "I see things that nobody else sees."
  • "And I think you're crazy, too. That's probably the reason that we get along."
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: part of it comes from his body
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: One can wonder
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: since he can form/reform from any ice
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: how much of his original body is still his?
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: how much of his body blended in with the water?
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: HOW MUCH OF BOOBY DID WE DRINK AT THE JGS?
  • Zee | Ana | Rogue | Aurora | Logan: HOW MUCH OF BOOBY DID WE BATHE IN?

Okay I’m going to be real with you guys because you’re probably going to see a lot of weirdness here for a while. Without getting too personal, it’s been a weird couple of months. My mental state isn’t the best it has been, some infamous mental enemies by the likes of anxiety and other things have come knocking on my emotional and brain door lately. I’m doing all the important shit, talking to people, talking to a professional, taking care of myself. Life is complicated, especially in y our mid twenties. It’s draining and it’s stressful and there’s so much you want to do and nothing you want to do all at the same time, especially if you’re someone who understands the highs and lows and constants of mental illnesses. I’m taking a couple months away from work in a about a month (hence all my budget stress you’ll likely see me complaining about) and am going to spend some much needed mental rest time with my family for the holidays to talk to some pros I trust back home, see my parents, and get some writing done in the quiet of New England autumn/winter. Just talking about this for the sake of talking about it because I think that’s an important thing to do. It’s not a secret. Mental illnesses shouldn’t taboo and asking for help and support that you need should be something everyone is able to do without stigma and bullshit. I am so fortunate to have helpful people in my life, understanding employers, patient friends, and supportive parents. That isn’t the case for everyone. And even with all of those things, even just doing this was a tough choice and is not going to be the easiest to do. So this is an in advance apology for how weird I might get from now until the end of December, how introspective or closed off depending on the day and how stressed or finally relaxed depending on the minute. I appreciate your patience and constant kindness around these parts and I hope you know you all always have my love. And if you are dealing with any stress of your own, external or internal, I hope this week goes easy on you. I hope you can go easy on yourself. Finish one day at a time. You’re a rockstar.