the well kept kitchen

anonymous asked:

bellarke prompt: post separation dreams of Clarke

y’all should know that i almost wrote this prompt so that the entire episode and clarke getting left behind was just a dream and when he woke up she was in bed next to him on the ark. instead you got this.

He doesn’t know when it all starts.

For the first nineteen months of their arrival, most of his time (more like every second, he could hear Harper saying) was spent working with the rest of the crew on their somewhat deteriorated space station, trying to get the water purification system up and running, trying to make sure the algae farm continues functioning properly, trying to fix every inch of this place so that he and his friends can survive for the next five years.

For those first five hundred and seventy two days, he’s able to keep her out of his mind, able to avoiding thinking of her aside from the occasional fleeting thought of “Clarke would do this this way.” When stitching up Murphy’s hand after he slices open on something in the bathroom (he won’t say), Bellamy briefly can hear her talking to herself as she did the same procedure on one of the delinquents (a small boy who was down there for stealing someone’s rations) and he was next to him, smoothing his hair down.

Those short-lived moments, and the day that marks one year passing since he’d last stepped foot on solid, dependable earth—since he’d last seen her, left her to die—where he allows himself to mourn alone on one of the decks, the bottle of Baton in his hand; those are the only instances where he allows himself to think about her for more than a few seconds.

So, while he’s not over her (who gets over a person who meant so much to you?), the empty part of his heart, the one that she used to fill, has numbed with the time, and he doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Or maybe that’s just what he tells himself.

And then the dreams begin.

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Boss Ford (Part 1)


Rating: T (warning for some intrusive thoughts)

Summary: When Ford work up that morning, he never thought that Stan would be challenging him to run the Mystery Shack for a day.
Even worse, he’d found himself agreeing before he’d really thought it through.
Oh well, it couldn’t be that hard to run the Shack for just one day… could it?

AN: I return! I promise there’s a lot of stuff in the works but this month has taken everything out of me and made it hard to focus on one thing. I’m hoping for a much better July! 

Part 1: The Challenge

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Hell on Earth, Part 3

Hell on Earth, Part 3

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language, zombie apocalypse related crappiness, brief mention of blood, flirtatious language, Dean being a bit of an ass.

A/N: Here is part 3! Sorry it took so long!

Hell on Earth Master List

The large two-story home was pretty well kept, considering there were so many people under its roof. The kitchen was large, reasonably stocked with nonperishable food and a small amount of fresh fruits and veggies. The gray and white granite countertops were straight out of a Home and Gardens magazine, and surrounded by white cabinets. There was a gas stove with an oven to the right. If you were being honest, it was almost uncomfortably normal.

You sat on a bar stool along the center island, facing the stove. Castiel stood on the other side, fumbling around through the cabinets for a minute before finding what he was looking for. Cas smiled as he stirred a single serve mac n’ cheese cup and handed it to you. He also handed you a water bottle, something you were more than overjoyed to receive.

“I hope you aren’t lactose intolerant.” His chuckle made you smile. He was kind, and that alone was refreshing.

“Nope.” You accepted the food gladly, enjoying the smell of the mysterious, melted cheese product before digging in with a plastic spoon. “Thank you, Cas. You know, for letting me stay here.”

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Bare With Me - Chp 2

Also on AO3.   You can catch the previous chapters there or on Tumblr (though there’s not a lot of plot here, so it’s not strictly necessary).
Chp 1  Chp 2  Chp 3  Chp 4

“Pound it!” Ladybug tapped her fist to Chat’s.  "I’ll catch you later, Chaton.  There’s a civilian I left in a somewhat compromising position on a friend’s rooftop, and I should go rescue him before the media spots him.“

He grinned at her, looking like he knew a secret.  "Is that so, My Lady?”  His expression changed slightly.  "Did you leave him on his friend’s roof or your friend’s roof?“

"Yes?  Wait… you’re confusing me,” she huffed, anxious about dealing with towel-clad Adrien when there wasn’t an akuma to focus on.  She’d been doing so well around him lately, but this… it really bumped her back a few paces.

“What is it about this guy that has you so twitterpated, Bug?” he asked, intently curious.

She flinched and looked away.  She knew Chat was fond of her, and she’d never hurt him if it could be avoided.

“Oh!” he said quickly.  "You like him.“  He giggled, sounding delighted.

She spun to him, one finger extended.  "No!  You do not get to do this right now,” she snapped.  "I had to barge into Adrien Agreste’s bathroom, yank him out of the shower, and haul him, in nothing more than a towel, mind you, to a friend’s house.  I so can not deal with your teasing right now.“

He bit his lip, but continued to grin.  "Naked model, huh.  On a scale of one to ten…”

“Eleven,” she blurted.  Groaning, she looked away.  Her earrings beeped.  "Dammit.“

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irisnsc  asked:

Hi Pauline, I love your drabbles! Please write no. 29/Fluff and no. 79/Angst. I can't wait to read it!

You will get number 29 in a separate post, promise, this is 79.

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” 

It was Friday night, way past eight, when Robert came home. He had a long day at work, driving up to Leeds to meet a client that had been very difficult. He was tired, exhausted and all he wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with Aaron, maybe watch a movie or continue that show they had started.

When he turned the key, he could already hear the chatter and the laughter.

He walked into the living room and saw Aaron, Adam, Pete, David and that Matt guy. Music was playing, empty beer cans already on the table, showing that this has been going on for a bit.

“Robeeert,” Adam cheered when he spotted him.

Aaron turned around and greeted him with a big smile. “Hey,” he said.

“What’s this?” Robert asked.

“Oh, the pub is holding some weird birthday so we decided to move here,” Aaron said.

“Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?” Robert asked and David whistled.

“Somebody is in trouble,” Matt sang with a high-pitched voice.

“Who are you again?” Robert snapped and Matt instantly shut up.

Aaron got up, not looking very pleased and followed Robert into the kitchen.

He kept his voice down, because well, kitchen and living room were not exactly separated.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“You need to tell them to go,” Robert said.

“What? No,” Aaron said, shaking his head. “I invited them. I am not kicking them out, just because you are in one of your moods.”

“I am NOT in one of my moods,” Robert snapped, voice getting louder, “I just had a long day and would like to have my house to myself.”

“Oh, YOUR house, is it now?” Aaron asked back, clearly annoyed. “They are my friends, Robert, I am not just kicking them out!”

Adam started to tell a joke, clearly trying to take the attention away from Robert and Aaron.

“Either they go or I go,” Robert barked.

“Oh wow, what is this, 8th grade?” Aaron asked, shaking his head. “You are making a fool of yourself here, mate.”

“I am not your mate. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks! I don’t care about any of these people. But you clearly don’t care about me!” Robert said and by now it was impossible for the rest of them to not listen in.

“Oh yeah, this really is 8th grade,” Aaron said. “You know what? Why don’t you go then?”

“Fine, I will!” Robert snapped and stormed through the living room to the front door, banging it shut on his way out.

Aaron got back to the living room and everybody looked a bit abashed.

“Sorry, mate,” Matt said.

“Yeah, we can go if you want,” David said.

“Whatever,” Aaron said. “He’ll come back.”

“He always does, right?” Adam said with a grin.

“Yeah, what is it with you two?” Matt said. “I feel like I am missing a big story here.”

“Oh, Matt, my friend, grab a beer, lean back and let me tell you the great story of Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden,” Adam announced with a grin.

Match My Breathing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky calms you down from a coughing fit.

Warnings: a bit of panic

Word Count: ~950

A/N: I’ve been really sick this past week, so shoutout to my coughing fit for inspiring this fic! Also thank you to @annadier and @oneshot-shit for calming my nerves and encouraging me to post this ^_^ P.S. This is my first fic ever so feedback would be much appreciated <3

Originally posted by coupleromance

It felt as if a dead weight had been strapped to your body – it hurt to breathe, it hurt to move. Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath. Suddenly, a coughing fit wracked your body, causing you to curl tighter into a ball. Your head pounded and your ribs ached from the force of each breath that left your lungs, but after what felt like an eternity, all was calm.

The light that was once causing shadows to dance around the dark room ceased and was replaced by a soft blue glow. You let out a shaky breath and blinked once in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the dim light that filtered through the room. Slowly, you shifted into a sitting position, groaning as a dull ache spread through your muscles. You leaned over as you placed the remote next to your ever-growing pile of tissues.

Why did you always run out of tea at the most inconvenient times?

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Cinderella Part 2

Originally posted by staralbums

Warnings: Swearing, Social Anxiety

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

Request: So I was wondering if you could do a Bucky X female!reader fic where Tony throws a huge masquerade ball fit with gowns, tuxedos, masks, and everything and the reader is a friend of one of the female avengers and ends up getting invited. Then Bucky and the reader could dance and later after the party find out who the other was. (The reader could be hanging out with the avenger she is friends with at the tower or something)

For @sebastiianbarnes  - Sorry I got a little carried away and had to split it into two parts. Hope you like it!


The next day Wanda tried calling Y/N several times, but she wouldn’t answer. Wanda and Nat had talked about it last night and as far as they both saw Bucky and Y/N were having a blast together, they were even dancing awfully close the last time Nat saw them. Becoming increasingly worried Wanda decided she had had enough and she was going to confront Bucky to find out what the hell happened. She was almost to his door when she heard Bucky and Steve talking in Bucky’s room. The door was opened slightly so she could hear every word they were saying. She was about to walk away when she caught the word Cinderella and knew they were talking about Y/N.

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Jervis Tetch #9

Let’s examine the surroundings. A surprisingly clean and well kept cabin, albeit rather minuscule in size.
A tiny kitchen, a main sitting room, a bathroom, one bedroom, and an attic. A few closets scattered here and there.

It’s rather chilly, but the fire is nice and warm. There is a locked chest in the bedroom closet. I’d like to open that.
A bookshelf is calling Jonathan’s name it appears, but he said that its all literature and various non-fiction pieces on the occult and magic.

I don’t know why, but I feel a strong connection to this place. Jon and Ed say they felt the same thing.
-Jervis Tetch

The Workers’ Village, Deir el-Medina, Egypt.

In 1929, the Czech archaeologist Jaroslav Cerny identified a small site at Deir el-Medina in Western Thebes as the village inhabited by the labourers, scribes and craftsmen who created the tombs in the Valley of the Kings. The houses, chapels and tombs of these workers provide an unusually detailed and intimate picture of a small community of government employees from the time of Thutmose I (ca. 1493-1482 BCE) to the end of the Twentieth Dynasty (ca. 1075 BCE).

At its peak, in the Twentieth Dynasty, the village - known as the “Place of Truth” - consisted of seventy mudbrick houses arranged in rows within an enclosure wall. Another forty houses, scattered about the immediate vicinity, were probably the homes of less skilled workers such as donkey-drivers and fruit-pickers. Each of the houses at Deir el-Medina had on average four to six rooms, plus small cellars for storage. The function of each room is uncertain, and they would not necessarily have conformed to modern ideas of single-purpose chambers such as “the kitchen” or “the bedroom”. Animals may well have been kept in some rooms.

-Ancient Egypt, David P. Silverman.

Photo courtesy & taken by Henry Patton.

We Meet Again

Pulling up outside of the address he’d been given, Jay tiredly glanced at the home before turning his focus to the passenger side seat where his love sat. “This is really happening, love. I’m finally seeing them again for the first time in 12 years… If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake from it.” He could feel his eyes watering.

Ty was currently in his room cuddled up with his boyfriend of the last 3 months watching a movie. His oldest brother was due to show up soon and he was nervous. The whole house was nervous to be honest, but hiding it well. They’d pushed the meeting date to early summer so that all of those with classes would be finished for the school year. Sighing quietly, he decided to be a tease for a moment and idly allowed his hand to roam his boyfriend’s torso. They’d sparred the day before and he’d lost the spar. His body was hurting more than usual from it as well, but he kept that to himself.

Ari was in the kitchen with Nikki making sure they had everything they needed for the time being.

anonymous asked:

Darcy/Bucky--"So, what else can that hand do?"

He could feel her eyes on him. If it were anybody else, he’d feel annoyed. There had been far too many people gawking at him, waiting for him to snap, to go on a rampage, to kill anybody who got too close. It made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck raise, the way their eyes followed him, the stench of fear that seeped from their pores.

He didn’t like being watched. He was used to blending it, going unnoticed, as invisible as a ghost in order to get a job done. But he wasn’t on a job. There were no more jobs, only recovery, so he stayed in Stark Tower, avoiding people as much as possible, only there she was, again, watching him, and it wasn’t with fear or paranoia.

“So, what else can that hand do?” she finally asked, crossing the room and hopping up on the kitchen counter, well within reach. Most people kept more than enough space between him and them, but not her. Sometimes he thought she was testing him, seeing how close she could get, searching for a boundary that he never put up. Maybe it was him who was testing her, letting her get close, seeing how far she’d take it, waiting for that moment when she realized she was a lamb and he was a wolf.

He glanced down at his hand, he knew she meant the metal one, and he wanted to tell her it killed people. Choked them out with such efficiency that he could feel their bones and skin give under his fingers. Fired guns without missing a beat, wielded knives with such ease that they were an extension of self. And usually, that was exactly what he would say, sometimes just to see the fear fill their eyes, to make Steve flinch, to make sure they knew that just because he was working on getting better, didn’t mean he hadn’t been what he was. Death personified.

But he didn’t say that. Instead, he turned his head, looking up at her as his hair fell loose from behind his ear and crossed over his eye. He stared at her searchingly, all full lips and bright blue eyes and not a lick of fear in her. It was a probably a mistake on her part, to trust him. Or maybe the mistake was on his part, for liking it so much.

“What d’you want it to do?” he asked, his voice pitched low, something warm stirring his gut. 

And when her lips turned up in a smirk, he knew he said the right thing. He knew fear wasn’t what he wanted to evoke in her. 

She hopped down from the counter and circled around his back. “Let’s find out,” she suggested, dragging a finger down the length of his arm before she walked off, hips swaying. 

And he followed, a grin tugging at his lips.