the scanner is so far away

I Love My Captain

Prompt - Totally feel free to ignore this but would you mind if you wrote one where you’ve given up on love and are ready to defend your friends (and crush jim kirk) even with your life and so you end up nearly dying on an away mission with him and then in medbay you tell him how you’d gladly die for him since you love him? and then you’re like “i know you don’t like me back” and jim argues he does love ya? i’m sorry if it was confusing

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Life on the Enterprise is difficult. Especially because you’re completely and utterly in love with your Captain. You know that he doesn’t love you back, how could he? He could have anyone; so why would he chose you?

“Y/N!!” Jim shouts, running after you, “Are you going to the Rec rooms? Alpha shift is all going there to have dinner”

You let out a soft smile, “Sure, Jim. I’ll head there in a few”

Jim gives you a bright smile and bounds away. You wish that you hadn’t given up on love, that you were willing to put yourself out there, but you couldn’t. Your ex-boyfriend had hurt you, in every way possible. He abused you, both physically and emotionally. Bones had been the one to finally get you out of that relationship. You had come into class one day with a black eye, and a broken rib, so your best friend had had enough. He had beaten the shit out of your ex, and gotten you help. After that you had refused to open your heart up to anyone, but somehow Jim had wiggled his way in.

Of course, because you work on the Enterprise, you’re selected to go down to an M-Class planet with Jim, Spock, Bones, and the security team. Scanners say that there are no lifeforms on the planet, so you can only hope that the mission is peaceful.

“Bones! Hurry up!!” You shout

“Hold your horses, Y/N!! We’re going on a mission with Jim, he attracts trouble, you know that!”

“I’m aware, but the Captain just commed me and told me that the two of us need to get to the transporter room.”

You can hear Bones start grumbling as he shoves another hypo into his bag, “Let’s go, can’t keep his majesty waiting”

So far the away mission is a success, there really don’t seem to be any lifeforms on the planet.

“Captain, it would be unwise to touch any of the flora without a proper analysis” Spock said, carefully collecting samples.

“It’s fine, Mr. Spock! The plants aren’t going to hurt me, they’re just plants!”

You glance behind the Captain, catching sight of the large flower that seems to be slowly swelling up. “Jim!”

“Oh, not you too, Y/N!! Come on! It’s …” Jim let out a shout as you made impact with him.

As soon as Jim is out of the way the plant explodes, shooting poisoned needles into your chest. Almost immediately it takes effect. Your legs buckle under you, but instead of hitting the ground someone catches you.

“Y/N!” Jim, that’s Jim’s voice, “Bones! Get over here! Spock call for beam up! NOW!!”

The tricoder beeps as it runs over you, trying to identify the type of poison that is killing you. You feel it as the away team is beamed up. Jim scoops you up and starts running to Medbay. “Jim …” you wheeze.

“Shh, it’s alright. You don’t need to say anything.” Jim quickly deposits you on the biobed, Bones and several nurses running up to try and figure out what’s wrong.

“I need you to move Jim” Jim steps back, letting the medical staff do their job.

“Jim?”

“Bones! What happened? Is Y/N okay?” Bones sighs and collapses into the chair behind his desk.

“She’s stable for now. Spock went back down to the planet to retrieve the plant and hopefully synthesize a cure before it’s too late”

“How much longer does she have?”

Bones runs a hand through his hair, “Without a cure, she could only have hours left. I sedated her, but you can go sit with her, if you want”

“I-I have reports to write …”

“And you can’t do those here, kid?”

Jim nodded, “Thanks, Bones. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. It’s my fault Y/N got hurt, if only I’d …”

Bones holds up one hand, “Stop, kid. You can’t beat yourself up over this. She chose to protect her Captain, a choice that all of us would have made”

Less than an hour later you peel open your eyes. It feels like you have an entire Starship resting on your chest. “Shit …”

“Y/N? You’re supposed to be asleep!”

You can feel your body already starting to give out on you, “Jim, listen …”

“I’ll call Bones; he can give you something for the pain …”

“Jim!” You take a deep wheezing breath, “I need to tell you something, just in case I don’t …”

“Don’t talk like that! You’ll be fine! Bones and Spock are working on a cure! You’ll be fine”

“Just let me …” Your vision is starting to tunnel, your body is giving out, “I love you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I know you don’t feel the same way, I just …” Your body is starting to go limp, everything fading away, “… needed you t’ know”

Jim stands in shock as the biobed screeches to life. Several nurses jump into action trying to resuscitate Y/N. Bones sprints in, holding a hypo, and all Jim can do is stand there in shock. He doesn’t even notice when the biobed stops flashing, and everyone steps away.

“Jim? Jim! Snap out of it!” Bones shakes his shoulder, “We found the cure, she’s going to be fine!”

Jim’s eyes slowly focus on Bones’, “She said she loves me. She said that right before she coded. I didn’t … I didn’t get to tell her that I love her too”

Of course Jim knows about Y/N’s past. He was the one to make sure that her ex got kicked out of Starfleet.

“Calm down, kid. She’s going to wake up. You can tell her then. For now, you need to sleep, you’re no use to her dead on your feet”

Jim glances around Medbay, “Can I sleep here?”

Bones’ eyes widen, “Damn I wish I had that on camera. James Kirk actually wanting to sleep in my Medbay”

Jim shrugged, “I want to be here when she wakes up. I need to tell her, alright? She could have just died without knowing that I love her back.”

“Calm down, Jim. You can stay”

“Thanks, Bones”

Waking up is a bit of a shock to you, honestly you were pretty convinced that you had died, but here you are, awake and alive.

“Y/N?”

You glance up, “Jim?”

“It’s about time you woke up. You’ve been asleep for almost 3 days”

You groan and try to prop yourself up, Jim quickly reaches over to help you, “Here, let me …” Jim reaches over and uses the remote to prop you up.

“Thanks”

“Y/N listen … about what you said …”

You hold up a hand, “I’m sorry for saying that. I understand if you just want to just forget about everything. I can switch shifts, and …”

“Stop! Stop! I need you to listen to me” Jim takes a deep breath. “I love you, too. I know that I never told you, but I really do.” Jim sighs, “I know about your ex, about how he hurt you. I wanted you when you were still with him, but when you broke it off I knew that you would need time, so I gave it to you. When you never showed any interest towards me, I kinda accepted the fact that you didn’t want me the same way I wanted you.”

“Damnit, Jim! Why didn’t you say anything!?” You reach out, taking one of his hands into yours, “I can’t believe that we wasted all of this time because of our own insecurities!”

“So, you really meant it? You really …”

“I love you, Jim. I really do” You whisper. Tugging Jim closer you whisper, “Can I have a kiss, Captain?”

Jim grinned, “I suppose you can, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely”

Bones lets out a shout when he walking into Y/N’s room, “Are you kidding me, Jim?!? She’s barely awake for 10 minute and you’re already trying to maul her”

“Calm down, Bones! It was her idea!”

“Get out, Kid. I need to make sure Y/N is well enough to leave, I don’t want her to have any side effects from the cure.”

Jim sulks as he’s ushered out of the room. You blow him one last kiss as the door shuts and his entire face lights up.

Bones turns back to you, “Are you really alright with starting a relationship with him?”

“I think I am. I can’t let my past ruin my future, I have to get over my fears someday, and I think Jim is the right person to take that risk with”

“He’s going to follow you around like a lovesick puppy, now”

You grin, “I can’t wait. I really love my Captain”

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

congrats this story is officially getting out of my control and turning into crack. i hope that’s not a bad thing ^^;

[Day 3: Explosive] [Day 5: Right Hook]

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Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.


Day 4: Common Interests


After Ladybug had to literally peel Chat Noir away from the shelter after the kittens were cleaned, fed, and given a place to sleep, Alya was about at capacity in terms of excitement and decided to call it a day. Ladybug and Chat Noir typically started their Sunday night patrols at around that time and Alya needed to get home and brainstorm some other gimmick to break those two up that was hopefully immune to their antics.

She stayed up late to upload all of the videos and pictures from the day. While she idly watched all of the gushing comments filter into her computer and fill up her phone with walls of notifications, Alya couldn’t help but review everything she captured.

It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the fact that Ladybug and Chat Noir apparently weren’t a couple. If they said they weren’t, they weren’t, and the reason Alya was even helping them stage this break up in the first place was because she accepted that fact. She respected them as heroes and as people and she was doing her part to help them out.

On the other hand, this whole “not dating” thing made no sense on about fifty different levels.

By all accounts, it just didn’t add up. Sure, obviously, friends were allowed to be close and were allowed to be platonically intimate without it having to mean anything. But Alya was picking up on this energy between them. It was hard to explain and she couldn’t put her finger on what that energy actually was but it was there dammit and there was something else going on she was sure of it. Maybe there had been something between them before they started dating. Or maybe they’d talked about wanting to date and found partners before they could even explore the possibilities. There was a whole section of Ladynoir fanfiction on the Internet that loved to play on those tropes. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that there was some truth to that.

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anonymous asked:

“fight me, you attractive stranger.” spideypool?

(was there ever a more spideypool prompt?)

Peter wasn’t really having a great patrol tonight. So far, a bank robber had nearly gotten away from him, a carjacker had almost run him over, and a mugger had managed to kick him really, really hard in a place he really did not want to be kicked.

And to top it all off, he was currently swinging around Brooklyn trying to locate what had been reported on the police scanner as a ‘Spider-man look-alike’. Because that’s exactly what he wanted; more wannabes getting hurt trying to be heroes.

He stopped and landed on a shabby apartment building as he neared the area that had been reported. He couldn’t see or hear anything that sounded like a crime in progress, but that didn’t really mean much.

Then, suddenly, a fuckton of gunfire erupted from the building across the street from his. Peter jumped and (despite his obvious courage and fearlessness because he’s Spider-man goddammit) ducked behind the edge of the building’s roof. 

After a solid thirty seconds of the gunfire, it suddenly stopped. No final shots, no stragglers. It just…stopped. Very, very cautiously, Peter peered back over the edge of the building to look down.

And walking out of the building, with a much too happy walk for someone who should be riddled with bullet holes, was someone dressed…as a crappy Spider-man? Peter couldn’t really tell. They had on a red bodysuit, and had more weapons than Peter had ever seen in one place. And he saw Tony during his hyper-security phase.

Slowly, Peter climbed over the ledge and made his way down his building towards the man, who was luckily coming towards him. When he was reasonably close, but not spotted, he shot a web and stuck the man’s hands to the wall. The man promptly shrieked. 

Peter jumped down and landed in front of him. “I’d suggest you stop struggling. It’ll just get stuck in your weapons.”

The man looked at him and gasped. “Is this your sticky white stuff? It’s nice sticky white stuff.”

Peter rolled his eyes. Another one of these guys. “Yeah, sure. Got a good explanation for having enough firearms to arm an entire police force? It’s kind of ironic, since you’re going to prison for this.” Peter said, pulling out his phone to contact the police.

“What?” the man exclaimed, sounding offended, of all things. “I don’t even get to fight for my freedom?”

“No, you don’t. That’s not how it works.”

“Why not? I won’t even use my guns! Or knives!” the man insisted.

Peter narrowed his eyes at him, even if he wouldn’t be able to tell through his mask. “Something tells me you have other weapons than just those.”

“Fine, I won’t use any of those, either. Now can we duel?”

“Nope. I’d rather just watch you get arrested, then I can go home and enjoy knowing that you’re in jail.”

The man narrowed his masked eyes at him, and somehow, Peter could tell. “Well, that’s just rude. Let a man have some pride, dammit! Fight me, you attractive stranger!”

“Not a chance in hell.” Peter said, leaning against the brick a few feet away and crossing his arms.

After that, to Peter’s surprise, the man fell silent. Peter sighed in relief and pulled out his phone again. May as well play Candy Crush.

Then, son of a bitch, the man took off down the street.

Peter nearly jumps out of his skin when he does. He has no idea why his spider-senses just failed him so spectacularly. After a moment of double-checking to make sure he didn’t just have a heart attack, he swears rather loudly and uses a streetlight to catch up to the man, who’s running and trying to get the webbing off of his hands at the same time. He swings hard and uses his momentum to launch himself to land on top of the runaway.

Instead of collapsing like a normal person, the guy stumbles, looks at him once, then just keeps running down the street with Peter on his back like he weighs nothing.

Peter, despite the situation and the fact that this man could be very dangerous, laughs. He laughs harder than he has all day. Because he’s in the middle of Brooklyn, a place he rarely goes, it’s three in the morning, and he just landed on top of a criminal who just decided to give him a piggyback ride.

The man looks back up at him over his shoulder, then starts to slowly laugh with him. He laughs just as hard as Peter, and there’s about three seconds of hilarity before the man trips over a crack in the sidewalk and face-plants, sending Peter flying.

Both of them sit there for a moment, laugh a little bit more, then Peter stands, walks over to him, and webs his feet to the concrete. When he reaches a hand for a knife, he webs that hand to the concrete, too.

“Aw, what? I gave you a piggyback ride!” the man complains, waving his only free hand.

“And it was fun. But you’re still a criminal.” Peter points out, looking down at him.

“You are the worst. We had fun!”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Who are you, anyway? Trying to be a superhero?”

The masked man somehow rolled his eyes. “No. I’m Deadpool. Anti-hero extraordinaire. Merc with a mouth. Or, if you’re special, Wade Wilson.” Deadpool said, holding out his only free hand.

Peter slowly shook it. “I’m Spider-man.”

“I know. Your ass has been in so many dreams of mine.”

Peter scrunched his nose. “Great,” he started, then heard sirens in the distance. About damn time. “Well, I’m gonna get going. Looks like you’ll be all taken care of.”

Deadpool (or Wade, Peter wasn’t sure what to call him) perked up at the sound of the sirens. “Ah, dammit. C’mon, Spidey, cut a guy some slack!”

“You literally shot up a building less than ten minutes ago.” Peter deadpanned, preparing to swing away.

“Spidey! Can I at least see you again?” Wade pleaded, begging with the one hand he had left.

“Sure.” Peter answered, then swung away, leaving him to the police and ignoring the pleas following him.

See you in your dreams, Wade.

A guy at the self checkout waved me over and started mumbling while I was still far away. When I went up to him I said:

Me: “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What?”

Customer: *Thrusts coupon at me but doesn’t say anything*

I stood there for a second irritated and waited for him to say something but he wasn’t saying anything, so I asked:

Me: “Is it not working or something?”

Customer: “It’s not scanning, see!! *snatches coupon out of my hand and starts waving it in front of the scanner*

Me: *Starts questioning all the decisions in my life that led to this moment*

"Imagine if Ellen was your Mother and Bobby was your Father" One Shot
Author: gabrielthearch-angel

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Warnings: Mentions of school and term papers, terrifying I know. (I include this because I know there are people that suffer anxiety attacks when people mention school, I know I do)

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“Get up, you idjit, you’re gonna be late!!” You groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the blankets over your face. You heard Bobby’s footsteps coming up the stairs and you groaned into your pillow. You clutch the blankets to you as your dad pulls them off of you, his years of hunting making him rather strong.

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Recently I finally started watching Orange is the New Black, and I have to say, I really like it so far (I’m pacing myself so as to make it last). Did a couple quick little biro sketches last night when I was bored, so here they are. Quality’s a bit dodgy though because I’m away from my scanner. Also I’m not sure how well I managed to capture the characters, but here’s hoping they’re somewhat recognisable!