AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.
Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.
It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend.
They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point.
The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s?
Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”
Once there was a girl who was too sure of herself. She was not, society agreed, someone you wanted to cross. She keeps her heart in a porcelain box, people whispered, and they were right. She didn’t like to open the box. The sight of her heart was unsettling. It always looked both smaller and bigger than she expected.
I just had all the feels about baby Stiles, maybe two or three years old, meeting full-shifted eight-year-old Derek. And Stiles is just absolutely mesmerized by the shiny black pup with soft yellow eyes. They make friends. Stiles even sometimes naps with his head on that wolf's fuzzy belly. (cont)
And of course, as they grow up, he sometimes talks to the dog - as most pet owners do - about his day, or what he’s worried about, or how he has a huge crush on that boy Derek from across the street who’s WAY TOO COOL and would never notice him in a million years because Stiles is young and awkward and Derek is awesome and sportsy and older and did I mention awesome?
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR FAR TOO LONG.
I originally planned to write a fic based on it but my brain is dead writing wise at the moment and going through my old drafts, this made me smile too much not to post.
I adore fics where Stiles doesn’t realise his friendly neighbourhood dog is actually one Derek Hale and I love even more when Stiles either hates Derek but Derek has a major crush on him or Stiles is pining hard after the cool boy at school/his hot neighbour and Derek is actually too awkward/emotionally constipated to try and snuggle with Stiles in any other way but in his wolf form. Seriously, I’d read this trope 1000 times over and never get bored.
“He smiled at me today, Sparky.”
Oh god, why did he have to name me Sparky? Who names their dogs Sparky? It’s not even a cool loser name.
“I think I was cool?? At least, I was trying to be but then he did this thing where he tipped his sunglasses down his face and grinned and I kind of face planted the sidewalk. Fuck, I hope he didn’t see.”
“And then, he came to History wearing a leather jacket. Can you believe it? It’s like he knows what leather does to me…I swear, it’s like he can read my mind sometimes.”
“Kind of like last week, when I discovered I had a serious thing for guys in glasses after seeing Tyler Hoechlin in Supergirl. And then boom! He showed up to school, wearing glasses, Sparky. Oh my god, what if I have, like, mind control powers?”
How do I have a crush on you?
“What if every time I develop a new fantasy, Derek feels compelled to do it? Shit. What if I end up into kinky stuff? What if he shows up to prom in handcuffs and a blindfold??”
Very unlikely. Unless I work up the courage to ask you out by then and handcuffs and blindfolds are something you want to try out on prom night.
“Maybe I should write him some kind of apology card. Would that be creepy?”
Probably not creepier than pretending to be a stray dog because every time I’ve tried to ask you out I forget how to talk.
“Do you think I could ask him out in the card too? Like, P.S. I also think you’re really hot. Except for your bunny teeth. Which are adorable. Please consider dating me. This is Stiles, by the way.”
Brief Synopsis: Sam leaves Bucky’s texts unanswered to annoy him without realizing that he is also annoying you. Based on this post.
Word Count: 1k
A/N: It has been way too long since I posted a fic, but I hope you all enjoy this one! Now that it’s summer, I’ve been working on some of my drafts and hope to post more often. Thanks for reading!
Sitting up in bed beside Sam, you could not seem to focus long enough to comprehend what was printed in the novel laying open and unread on your lap. You had already asked him to turn the volume down on the television, which had helped, but then his phone began to belch out a portion of his favorite track by Marvin Gaye when he received a text. Eventually, the texts became so frequent that the tone would only play for a second before starting over again, the inharmonious repetition of sound no where near as euphonic as the entire song.
“Are you going to answer those?” you nearly growled, your words sounding more like a command than a question.
“Nope,” Sam responded, unaware of your irritated tone as he popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He didn’t even bother glancing your way, his eyes glued to whichever movie he was intently watching on Netflix.
there was the side of him that tried to be invisible. his shoulders curled protectively over his chest and his head ducked low, so low he had to peer up through his eyelashes to look at anything. rarely did he meet anyone’s eyes; instead his hands fidgeted in front of his stomach or he kept his arms crossed tight over his chest and he stuck to the shadows, as far back in whatever room he stood in as possible to remain out of the public eye, out of the conversation, out of sight, out of mind.
the second side of him stood tall, his back straight, his chin raised, arms tucked behind his back and he looked you square in the eyes, staring down his nose at you like you could be the scum on the bottom of his shoes. he was defiant, he was confident, he was unwavering in his resolution. he was a leader, tried and true. there was this uncanny ease with which he moved, this lazy sort of gracefulness that felt so at odds with his lanky form, and he quite resembled a cat: always at attention, always watching, always studying, languid but ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
but when he wasn’t proud and when he wasn’t invisible he was soft, softer than velvet, his eyes warm and nearly always paired with a smile that could make the angels weep in heaven. he moved without a care in the world, with no ulterior motives, no thought at all, only the thought of home and peace in his head. he had no shield in front of himself, no walls behind his eyes, no harsh set of his jaw or anxious twitch of his fingers; he walked freely, his arms casual at his sides, his body language open, calm, tranquil.
and yet he wouldn’t have been alec if he was only the soft alec. he wouldn’t have been himself if he were only proud or only invisible because alec was all of those and more. for all of his facets he was still a man and still half human, too.
I was thinking about fusions and clothes, and then this happened.
Human Sci and Fell have a bit of trouble with random, accidental fusing. Also, Silica didn’t just fix the issue by unfusing because, as I’ll probably explain more another time, they usually wait at least several hours before attempting to unfuse. (Also this is supposed to be happening early in the morning at Sci’s house. Papyrus just came over, possibly to pick up his brother. They were watching boring morning television of some kind, possibly those really little kid shows.)
This marks my first time successfully drawing a human Papyrus. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I made it the first time I tried.
Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader (oc) | Smut, Fluff
Prompt: “Let me spoil you tonight, Princess.”
Summary: He has a special way to help you wipe away your fatigue after a long day. And tonight, it is all about you.
Warning: Fingering, soft Yoongi, bath tub scenes
a/n: I have so much writings piling up in my draft and this one was actually one of the oldest (lmaooo I am so lame), I wrote this in the middle of my packed deadlines but then I have been too busy and tired to re-read and edit this. Plus I ended up posting Heat which had almost the same topic *shrugs* Sorry if this is lame, it’s just a simple fantasy when I just wanted to be spoiled by my dear beloved Min Yoongi. Enjoy!
Could you write a lil Drabble where one of the Flashes (Barry or Wally idc) always saves the reader while being a Superhero and the reader is in love with the flash so when Wally/Barry go to tell the reader irl that he likes them he also has to be like "yeah.... I'm the flash" :O
Gif because Barry is a precious cinnamon bun.
Word Count: 571
Notes: It’s a little different from the prompt I think :P
“I…I think I’m in love with The Flash.”
Barry knew that he should have seen this coming. He saved you in disguise several months ago, and had done so many more times since. Each time, you would run back to him and tell him every single detail, not knowing that he already experienced it. At first, he had enjoyed seeing you talk about him with such admiration in your eyes. Now, it was blowing up right in his face. You were in love with him, but not him.
He suddenly realized that you were staring at him expectantly, and he quickly stammered, “But you…do you even know this guy? Who he really is?”
Your shoulders slumped slightly and you sighed, “I don’t know his identity, and I know this sounds crazy, but he feels almost…familiar.”
‘If you only knew’, Barry thought.
Barry found himself on the roof of your apartment and he watched you lean against the edge as you looked out over the city. You looked so beautiful in that moment that he almost left as fast as he arrived, but he knew he had to do this. He vibrated his face and vocal chords as he had been doing for months to keep you in the dark about his identity. His mask alone wouldn’t hide that fact that he was your best friend since childhood, you were too smart for that.
“Flash.” You turned to him with a smile on your face and crossed your arms over your chest. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“There’s…” Barry straightened himself up and planted his feet on the concrete in the hope that he wouldn’t bolt. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Alright, go ahead.” You leaned up against the ledge, keeping your eyes trained on him.
“First, you’ve probably been wondering who I am.” He noticed your arms drop to your sides. “I’m not what you were expecting.” With a deep breath, he pulled his mask back and ceased his vibrations, leaving his face fully exposed to you.
“Barry? You’re the Flash?” You stepped towards him, but he held his hands out to stop you.
“Wait, that’s not what I was going to tell you. (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” The defeated look on his face as he continued broke your heart. “Look…I know you don’t feel the same way, and that’s okay, but I just wanted to be honest with you. About The Flash. About all of it.”
It felt like an eternity to Barry as he watched the emotions on your face run the gamut. Bolting didn’t seem like such a bad idea now. Even with his speed, he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly grab his face and kiss him passionately. Once he realized what was happening, he relaxed and gently placed his hands on your hips. You pulled away and looked him directly in the eye. "Barry, I’m in love with you, too.”
Barry grinned, so giddy that he could barely suppress a laugh. “I’ve been waiting a long time to hear that.”
“Well, I thought you were in love with Iris, so I tried to get over you. It turns out I just fell for you twice.” A small smile appeared on your face at the thought. The two men that you loved, that had you so conflicted, were one in the same. What were the odds?