Home is where the heart is

It was pouring with rain when Steve arrived outside the tower. Typical. He’d only just showered, and now he probably smelt like wet dog all over again.

Well. It was better than blood and dirt, he figured with a small, exhausted sigh.

The mission had been long and tiring and ultimately worthless. They’d lost anyway- too many people had died for it to be anything worth celebrating. Steve could still see some of their faces if he thought about it too hard- looking at him, pleading with him.
The journey back had been rough on everyone.

He felt tired. Bone-deep weariness that was difficult to shake. It clung to him like the rain did; sticking in his hair, coating his clothes with coldness. He just wanted to curl up and sleep- let the storm pass over his head until he awoke and it had all dissipated again. And more than anything, he wanted Tony.

Tony always helped.

Pushing his card in the door and opening it with a sophisticated swish, Steve slipped through quietly, shaking off his hair as he did so to try and dislodge some of the raindrops. He was wearing a SHIELD uniform after his Cap one had been destroyed, and it felt a little too tight, a little uncomfortable. It obviously hadn’t been designed by someone who knew his body as intimately as Tony did- knew the lines and divots he’d traced with his hands countless times.

God, Steve had missed him.

Coming back home was always nice. Warm. Lovely. It was hard (although not impossible) to feel glum when he knew what was waiting for him upstairs. It was a bit of a gamble as to what exactly he got- whether it be a Norse God or an Archer or all of them at once- but Steve didn’t mind. They were all family to him anyway.
Even if they did piss him off to the ends of the earth some days.

As he wandered into the elevator and pressed his finger against the button up to the penthouse, he heard JARVIS greet him with a soft ‘welcome back, Captain Rogers- the tower has missed you’ and smiled automatically. He loved hearing JARVIS’ voice- it was like the first sign of home. Wherever there was a JARVIS, a Tony wasn’t far behind.


“Who’s about?” Steve asked through a yawn, hoisting his kitbag a little higher on his shoulder.

“Only Mr Barton and Sir, currently- although Barton is down at the archery range in the basement and seems preoccupied, and sir appears to be napping in the living room.”

Steve nodded, feeling the tiny shift that signified they had come to a stop. “Thank you,” he told JARVIS politely.

“You’re very welcome- it is a pleasure to have you back in the building. Sir’s sleeping patterns have become increasingly irregular since your departure, and from my initial scans, so have yours. It will be nice to bring some balance back into the world.”

Steve huffed, and then the doors slipped open with barely a sound and suddenly, he was back on solid ground again. The penthouse floor span out around him- the kitchen somewhere off in the left and the large open-plan living room directly ahead of him- and Steve felt his face split into a content little beam of relief.

He loved coming home. That was his favourite part of missions.

Padding forward, he made his way to the living room. The TV was on, but turned down to an almost silent volume, and the couches appeared empty. Far off to the right, the windows of the tower glistened and tapped with the sound of rain against their panes. It was quiet. Peaceful.

Steve sighed in relief. Much as he loved his friends, he didn’t think he would have been able to handle loudness just then.

He reached the back of the biggest couch and placed a hand over it, spotting the figure curled up against the pillows immediately as he did so. Drenched in a jumper five sizes too big for him, hair a mess and face relaxed peacefully, was Tony. He must have taken a nap whilst waiting for Steve.

It was adorable, and Steve found himself unable to stop smiling. Yeah- coming home. Definitely the best part.

He was quiet as he slipped around the armrest and then slid to his knees in front of Tony’s face, hand slowly rising to stroke softly across Tony’s cheek, into the thick hair. Curled up like that; Tony seemed so small, so vulnerable, and it made a burst of protectiveness and sheer, pure love erupt in Steve’s heart. He found often after particularly trying Ops, that he became a little more attached to Tony, if only for a few days. Those sort of things just… made a guy think. Remember exactly what he had to lose.

In his sleepy haze, Tony instinctively rose up and pressed his face against Steve’s palm, a half-smile forming across his mouth as he hummed happily. Steve’s stomach twisted- and it was almost funny, the fact that Tony could still give him butterflies, all these years in.

“Hey, love.”

Steve kept his hand in Tony’s hair as the man slowly woke; his eyes fluttering open and spotting Steve immediately. Steve just continued to let his fingers play against Tony’s nape, against the adorable curls that looped across the back of his head when it went too long without a cut.

“Steve?” Tony asked sleepily, as his brain finally kicked into gear.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m back. Sorry I took so long- you know how it is,” Steve whispered, even though there was no-one there to hear them and barely any other noise in the tower aside from the staccato beat of rain against glass.

Tony paused for a moment, eyes drinking in Steve and his tired face, his wet hair, his badly-fitted clothes. Then he rubbed a sleeved hand over his eye and yawned, the other set of fingers curling softly around the collar of Steve’s jacket. “C’mere, baby,” he muttered, still half-asleep.

“Tony, I’m soaking w-”

“Don’t care. Wanna cuddle. Deal.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh as Tony tugged him forward, manoeuvred him so that Steve was lying against Tony’s chest with his arms curled loosely around his waist- all while the man was still half asleep. It didn’t even seem as if Tony had properly woken up at all, and that was definitely an indicator as to how little the man had been sleeping since Steve had been away.

Well. He could rectify that later.

Tony’s nose scrunched adorably as Steve’s wet hair touched his chin, and Steve was about to move away, but Tony just made a noise of disapproval and clutched tighter, wrapping his arms stubbornly around Steve’s shoulders and sticking his whole face into the blonde wetness without another complaint. Steve just laughed again. “God, I love you,” he said softly, placing his greeting kiss against the plating of the reactor, “I love you so much.”

Again Tony just hummed and curled himself tighter around Steve. “Missed you so much,” he mumbled, and Steve couldn’t see, but he’d bet their joint fortune that Tony was pouting at that moment.

His hand curled around Tony’s; finger tracing feather-light against the slightly faded gold band Tony wore. “Go back to sleep, darling,” he whispered, shutting his own eyes even as he said it.

One last time, Tony gave his little hum, and then immediately after Steve felt him switch off again, his hands still curled tight around Steve. He was like that, sometimes- unable to sleep even if you fed him horse tranquillisers some days, and out like a light as soon as you said the word on others. Steve preferred the latter- less hassle, after all.

He sighed in contentment, and felt a little bit of the tension drain from his shoulders. 
He was home. Tony was there. The couch was warm and the weather was dreadful and they were both there, safe inside, watching the rain from against the panes of glass as it fell quietly around them.

He was home.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut, and his breathing levelled with Tony’s.

i didn’t make a mixtape in time for my birthday so here are some of my current favorite songs for my birthday
  1. Gorillaz ft. Vince Staples - Ascension
  2. Kendrick Lamar - i 
  3. Tim Maia - All I Want
  4. Boris Gardiner - Every Nigger is a Star
  5. Angela Bofill - Under the Moon and Over the Sky
  6. Aalon - Rock ‘N Roll Gangsta
  7. Brockhampton - FIGHT
  8. Cashmere Cat ft. Francis & The Lights and The Weeknd - Wild Love
  9. Taylor McFerrin - Postpartum
  10. Cake - Bound Away 
  11. Funkadelic - Good Thoughts, Bad Thoughts
  12. Oshi - I Love You
  13. Lucy Pearl - Dance Tonight 
  14. Baby Boy Da Prince ft. P Town Moe - The Way I Live
  15. DJ Khaled & Chance the Rapper - I Love You so Much 
  16. Flying Lotus - The Protest
  17. I Monster - Everyone’s a Loser 
  18. Travis Greene - You Got Up
  19. Jack Johnson - Upside Down 
  20. Queen - I Want to Break Free
  21. Thundercat - A Fan’s Mail (Tron Song Suite II)
  22. John Coltrane & Duke Ellington - My Little Brown Book 
  23. Frank Ocean - Chanel 
  24. Alice Coltrane - Ghana Nila 
  25. Stevie Wonder - Ebony Eyes

the full youtube playlist is here because spotify is a hater


My people, he says. The precious lordling beloved by all come to confront the wicked witch. My parents taught me no better. They worked me from dawn to dusk, like an ox or an ass or some other beast of burden. Until, that is, my brother spied a chance to transform the family fortunes. And so I was married to a vicious old drunk who beat me as he pleased, and when I pleaded for help, I was told to grin and bear it. For the family. For him. For everyone’s sake. They pretended not to notice, but they knew. They knew. What did it matter? I was nothing to them— less than nothing! I wasn’t of their flesh, I wasn’t a fellow Doman, I wasn’t even a person. I might just as well have been dead. 

And then my husband passed away one day. I was sold off yet again, to pay his debts. But this time, I found a way to live for myself. To survive. As a spy for the empire. Oh, those were the days, when the scales first fell from my eyes. No longer would I be a slave to my parents or my husband or the pleasure house. I would be free, and receive due compensation. 

That would be enough, I thought… until I saw a Doman in the road, beaten and broken, and my heart… skipped a beat. Lying at my feet, groaning in agony, sobbing in despair. Powerless, helpless, hopeless! A vision forever seared into my soul. There was nothing I would not do to feel that joy again! To bend this cruel, twisted world to my whims!

… Now, having borne witness to my life’s work, have you aught to say to me?

anonymous asked:

Hey:) Have you got any recommendations for long fics with adult Betty & Jughead (preferably with smut) ?

Hi! Fortunately, we have some very talented and prolific writers in this fandom, who regularly churn out full-length (or longer) novels. So settle in and make yourself comfortable as I present to you a list of long, adult Bughead fics featuring smut. (I assume you’re already familiar with @lazydaizies , whose stories all fit the parameters of your request)


Fade Into Me (I’ll Fade Into You) by @elegantmoonchild

Rating: Mature     Chapters: 6/7  Word Count: 39912

Summary: It was the worst day of his life, the kind of day every parent fears. Jughead Jones could only watch in horror as his sister, Jellybean, wrestled with a sickness that he couldn’t control. While dealing with the prognosis, Jughead couldn’t ignore the ray of hope keeping him grounded through the sadness in the form of Pediatric Oncology nurse Betty Cooper. Can he learn to love while living in a nightmare? Can she learn to put aside her insecurities and conflicting feelings to fall for the father figure of her patient?Warning: lots of angst and descriptive smut ahead.

(MM’s note; This story is really good, but it’s super sad so heed the author’s warning. When she says lots of angst, she means it. 

Spoiler alert: major character death, so be prepared)

Harvest to Home by AdamantEve

Rating: Mature  Chapters: 5/13   Word Count: 48695

Summary: Most days, Betty Cooper rose before the sun, dressing herself for farm work and getting breakfast ready for her two farm hands, Farmer John and Kevin. …This farm life was a dream come true. She reminded herself often that this was what she always wanted, and it was the truth. Only thing was that she never thought she’d be alone doing it. She had always thought she’d have someone by her side….

He had not expected Betty Cooper to look the way she did. When he booked this Bed & Breakfast as his writing getaway, he had been told that it was a quiet, out of the way place, with an accommodating owner/hostess who cooked divine spreads, offered great conversation, and made her guests feel right at home.He had been expecting a more matronly figure, gray-haired perhaps, stately, maybe, the way those baby boomer, Hampton-living, ladies carried themselves. She had, after all, been described by his editor as a cross between Martha Stewart, Ina Garten, and Lee Drummond of Pioneer Woman fame. None of those ladies were leggy, in their twenties, smelled like sweet lilacs, and was gorgeous as hell. And none of them had that long blonde hair…

heart rise above by @onceuponamirror

Rating: Mature    Chapters:19/20    Word Count:  127788

Summary: It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it.Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

Love Me Like You Do (Crash Into Me series) by Peyton_0727

Rating: Mature  Chapters: 24/24  Word Count: (combined) 75,237

Summary: Betty had secretly decided a while ago that she had given up on love. If it found her, great. If not, oh well. That was until she met Jughead Jones, of course.Jughead Jones didn’t believe in love at first sight, or love at all for that matter. Until a beautiful blonde accidentally bumps into him in Central Park.The stars align when two young souls collide but when darkness from their pasts comes back to haunt them both - Will their love be able to survive or will it tear them apart?*Written from the perspective of both Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones.

Vanilla Lips and Cigarette Tips by @weheartscorose

Rating: Mature   Chapters: 21/21  Word Count:  142522

Summary:  Consistency is one way to avoid shock. You can’t be freaked if you know what’s going to happen. Sure, Jughead maybe cynical but not without his reasons. He was still plastered to the side of Archie and shielded by the tough exterior of Veronica but he did not foresee the return of Betty Cooper with a secret she cannot hide or how she would fit seamlessly back into his very consistently, ordinary life.

We are warned not to generalise. We must always be specific about male violence. “Not all men”, we must say, in case someone gets upset. We must not connect the horrendous violence of war zones with anything nearer our own safe spaces, our homes and gardens. And, as well as that, we must not connect what happens in UK homes – two women murdered a week – to our own lives, because then we might realise that we cannot fully live in these conditions.

To be paralysed by the fear of what men do would shrink our world. Which, of course, is precisely what has been revealed by all the #MeToo accounts of assault and harassment that have been shared on social media, accounts that illustrate the myriad ways women live smaller lives in anticipation of male violence. It breaks my heart to see it is the same, and perhaps even worse, for younger women today. I would quite like a day off from all this, but so much fiction, TV, so many films, are about the murder of women. A real-life murderer of a woman – Bertrand Cantat, the musician who beat his girlfriend Marie Trintignant to death – is the cover star of a French magazine this week. The publishers say perhaps this was bad timing. Yet this is just one one-off occurrence, of course. It has no connection, we are told, to anything else.

I must not join the dots. God forbid I become “reductive” about male violence. No, I must be sophisticated and unknowing. I must play to the better angels: men who are nice. We have to get them on side.

Well no. Get real. This strategy has failed. Without an analysis of the “p” word, patriarchy, we remain powerless to change it. Either a) men are just naturally aggressive because of testosterone, women are passive breeders, and this is biologically determined, or b) there is a power structure in play here that can be challenged.

Finally at Ease || Westallen Fic

After 4x01- Iris is asleep on the couch when Barry comes back home, he coaxes her to bed


The situation that interrupted him and Iris earlier took a little longer than he expected. Apparently, there were a few bad guys that still thought they could outrun the Flash. With them out of the way and taken care of by CCPD, Barry was more than ready to return to his fiancee.

When he walked in the door, he noticed that Iris hadn’t turned on anymore lights than the ones that were turned on when they first returned home.

“Iris?” He asked, walking past the kitchen.

She didn’t answer.

He found his way to the living room and there she was, sleeping on the couch. His heart swelled at the sight, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. That smile fell though when he remembered her words.

“I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in our bed alone,” she had said.

His eyes traveled over to the picture on the table.

“I couldn’t even look at that.”

His eyes traveled back to his sleeping fiancee. She was curled up in fetus position. She hadn’t changed into her pajamas, and she hadn’t even taken off her shoes.

“It’s been really hard, Barry,” he could hear the way her voice broke at the last word. He sighed.

“Iris?” He said, sitting on the couch next to her trying not to startle her.

When she didn’t stir, he rested his hand on her leg, right above her foot.

She shot up immediately, alert, frantically trying to assess what was going on around her.

Barry’s eyebrows furrowed, “Hey, hey hey. It’s okay. It’s me. It’s Barry,” he whispered, softly grabbing her hands.

“Barry?” Iris asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I’m here.”

Iris relaxed, and Barry pulled her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

They sat like that for a few minutes, and Barry was a little worried that Iris had fallen asleep again.

“Iris?” He asked softly.


“Let’s go to bed.”


Barry watched Iris closely as they made their way to their room. He watched her as she changed into one of his STAR labs t-shirts, and brushed her teeth. When it came to actually getting in the bed, she hesitated. Barry climbed into bed, and reached to grab her hand. She looked down at him.

“Are you okay?” He asked and she nodded, too quickly.

Iris took a deep breath before climbing in the bed next to Barry. Barry put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“I missed this,” she whispered.

Barry pressed a kiss on the back of her neck. Iris turned over so that she was facing him.

She was so close to him. She didn’t want to look away.

“I missed you,” she breathed.

Barry smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

“I missed you,” he whispered against her lips.

Iris snuggled closer into his chest and his grip around her tightened. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and Iris felt the most at ease she had in a long time.

That’s how they fell asleep. Iris- finally comfortable in the bed with her favorite person for the first time in six hard, long months. And Barry- with his head resting on the love of his life’s feeling whole and happy, and reborn.
On Being a Science Writer and Managing a Mental Illness
To be a science writer—to generate creative ideas, meet deadlines, and turn around timely revisions—you have to have a routine. Mine starts with a dose of citalopram, a selective serotonin r…

This is a really important topic worth sharing!  I know that myself and a lot of other people fall into this… I also think it applies to any creative field in the sciences or arts, and not just writing.

“Depression presents challenges for any career, but it poses some particular obstacles for writers. (A 40-year study published in 2012 found that writers are more likely than people in other, less creative occupations to suffer from mental illnesses such as bipolar, depression, and general anxiety disorder.) For one thing, choosing writing as a way of making a living can nurture insecurity and doubt—especially for those, like myself, who are early in their careers. For me, at least, publishing a story is like handing in an exam essay, an invitation for strict judgment by both the intended audience and my peers. And this moment of necessary extroversion, this continual struggle to be recognized or appreciated, is fodder for a mental illness.”

Continue Reading: TheOpenNotebook

about hamilton

Hamilton was so so great, y’all. Like, my boys didn’t notice how much time passed and everyone thought it was hilarious–so much funnier than you catch from a cast album. That was exactly what I was trying to explain to my kids on our way to Chicago. Live theater just isn’t the same as other mediums.

It did make me miss being on stage.

I forgot my dress shoes for the show, so ended up wearing my combat boots with my knee length skirt and sparkly shirt. All black, of course. With my blue hair it was a little more punky/gothy/something than I originally intended, but it was obviously meant to be.

The best thing was watching my kids talk about the show after. They were both excited, but my 10yo had a certain “this has changed my whole life” air to the way he spoke. I attended a concert like that when I was about his age– Yo-Yo-
Ma was the artist who made me a professional musician. Maybe Lin-Manuel Miranda is that artist for my kid.

develop wholeness
because that’s
the first step to health.
develop acceptance and
love for yourself.
stay whole within yourself
and keep your mind calm.
be aware of your
mind, body, spirit, emotion, feeling
and the balance between these five.
develop wholeness
because that’s
the road to yourself
and the road to
a healthy way of living.

—09.10    22:24

tokikurp  asked:

BokuAka 😏

Anonymous: BOKUAKA

Well since the majority has spoken ;)

  • How did they they meet? They met when Akaashi was a first year and Bokuto was a second year and Akaashi joined the team
  • Who developed romantic feelings first? Akaashi! He really admired Bokuto’s innate strength and the way he lived life to the fullest
  • Who is their biggest “shipper?” Kuroo definitely. He sees how Akaashi stares at Bokuto across the court and comes up to him after a practice match and tells him to go for it
  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? I feel like Bokuto would ask Akaashi to study when they’re in their canon years and then Akaashi just freakin goes for it. Then he’s flustered and Bokuto is shocked
  • Who confessed their feelings first? After the situation above Akaashi confesses that he’s been crushing on him for about a year now
  • What was their first official date? I was gonna suggest something volleyball related but then I feel like Bokuto would go all out and take Akaashi out for a picnic and then gaze up at the stars~
  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates? Akaashi doesn’t like them because that usually means they’re either going out with Kuroo and Kenma or Konoha and Yukie. When Bokuto is with Kuroo he gets way too loud 
  • What do they do in their down time? They practice volleyball!
  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? Both sets of parents are really supportive of their sons. Bokuto’s family took Akaashi in immediately and accepted him as a part of the family. Akaashi’s parents took a little more time to warm up to Bokuto because he was so different from the person they envisioned their son to be with but in the end they wanted Akaashi to be happy so they got to know Bokuto and liked him
  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? I feel like Akaashi has a lot of worries about Bokuto going to college and he said something selfish about how he doesn’t want Bokuto to go far away and Bokuto says he’s not going to let Akaashi determine what he does and determine his future. Akaashi later apologized and admitted he was in the wrong
  • Which one is more easily made jealous? Bokuto definitely. Nobody touches his mans
  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Yakiniku
  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? Bokuto is the cuddliest one ever and he loves just wrapping his arms around Akaashi and nuzzling their cheeks together. They spoon a lot but Bokuto likes tucking Akaashi under his arm while sitting or laying back in bed
  • Are they hand holders? Yes
  • How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? Their first time is the day before Bokuto leaves for college. Akaashi’s parents are away and Akaashi’s mildly panicking that they’re going to fall apart and then things just kind of happened. It was not planned
  • Who tops? Bokuto most of the time but Akaashi likes to take the reign sometimes ;)
  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? I’m actually not sure about this one despite thinking about this for a while
  • Who does the shopping and the cooking? Akaashi does the shopping and Bokuto does the cooking
  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Akaashi
  • Who proposes? Bokuto. He has something really elaborate planned but it all turns to shit but Akaashi was going to say yes no matter what
  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? Together!! It’s more fun that way
  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Kuroo is Bokuto’s best man and Konoha is Akaashi’s :)
  • Big Ceremony or Small? Akaashi fought to have a small one with their closest friends. Bokuto would have invited everybody they knew 
  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  They do! They go to Australia :)
  • Do they have children? How many? Yes!! They have two boys, twins, Daisuke and Haruto :D

professorpineapple  asked:

11 for the OTP drawing meme ~

Can OTPs be your own ocs???? ajksdjkhasd but ANYWAYS The lass carrying Bee is Quinn but she goes by the nickname Buddy. By the time they meet (after the events of the game) she is ex-raider but during the events of fo4 she is still an raider. I wouldn’t say shes a good person, but she tries after she decides that theres better ways to live than what was handed to her.


All the hard work and dedication is for living fully his last year as a high school student