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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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imagine rami malek shooting a movie overseas and he calls his mom to ask her if she can check up on his house. she walks through his front door and almost runs into a small plastic skeleton hanging from the ceiling. she examines the tiny top hat on the skeleton’s head that rami seemed to have glued on. halloween has been over for months

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I loved that bit you did about Jason revealing their relationship to the family. Any chance you could do a continuation? Pretty, please?

Thanks!!

(Here’s the first part, if you missed it.)

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Tim heard yelling, and knew Jason was there.

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go in there!”

“Get the hell out of my way! That’s my husband in there, and if you don’t take your hand off my arm right fucking now, I’ll rip it off!”

A moment later the man came busting through the door to Tim’s room (thankfully not hard enough to take it off the hinges), eyes wild. Behind him, in the hall, Tim saw a very pale-faced nurse quickly backing away.

“It’s not serious,” Tim said immediately. “I’ll be okay.”

Jason stalked over to the bed and carefully ran his hands over Tim’s body with a clinical sort of detachment, ensuring that the only injury was the obvious one- the left leg, already wrapped in a cast up to his thigh. When Jason was satisfied that Tim wasn’t going to keel over in the next ten minutes, he let out a breath, deflating into the chair next to Tim’s bed.

“Just the leg, then?”

“Minor scrapes and bruises, extremely mild concussion. Nothing to worry about.”

Jason sighed. Blinked. Sat for a moment and adjusted the state of his mind and body, which had been prepared for something far more severe. He nodded. “Okay. What happened?”

“I got hit by a taxi.”

“You got hit,” Jason echoed flatly, “by a taxi.”

“Yeah.”

You did.”

“Yes,” Tim huffed. “Obviously Tim Drake can’t just back-flip over a coming car, okay? So, I got hit.”

“I’m sure there was something-”

“Tim!”

Both men turned and looked toward the door, where the rest of the family stood, watching them.

Dick stepped into the room, and the rest followed. “You got married?

Slowly, Tim shifted his gaze over to Jason, who was studying the vitals monitoring equipment with great interest. “You told them?”

“Um. Yeah.”

You did.”

Jason shrugged. “They asked why the hospital would call me… And it’s not like I had the time or frame of mind to come up with an excuse.” He cast helpless eyes at Tim. “You know I’m not a great liar.”

Tim closed his eyes, willed the world to just. Go away. For like, five minutes. But it didn’t.

“Is this real?” Bruce asked.

Tim snapped his eyes open. “Yeah. You wanna see the x-rays?”

Bruce just gave Tim an unimpressed look.

“Yes, we’re really married.” Tim wanted to tell him to fuck off for asking that, but considering Tim had, at the age of thirteen, lied about having an uncle that took care of him after his mom died and his dad was in the hospital, all so that neither Bruce nor CPS would take him away from his home, Tim understood why there might be some doubt. Maybe Bruce thought Tim had some elaborate scheme, had married Jason to get through some legal loophole. Tim met Bruce’s stare pointedly and very clearly said, “He’s my husband.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dick asked. “I didn’t even know you were together!”

“Whatever Bruce is thinking right now,” Jason answered, voice a little soft and a little bitter. “That’s why.”

Bruce didn’t say anything.

Alfred walked over to the bed and laid a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “I am happy for you both,” he said, and Tim relaxed a bit. Jason’s grip on his hand loosened, marginally. “Now, will you be recuperating at the manor, sir? Or shall I prepare some meals for Master Jason to take home with you?”

“I can cook,” Jason mumbled.

Tim smiled. “Thank you, Alfred. I think we’ll be going home.”

“Very well, sir,” he said, and stepped back.

There was a beat of silence, and then Damian said, “You could have done worse.”

Jason asked, “Who?”

Damian just rolled his eye and put in his headphones and adopted his usual this is all beneath me stance.

“Well, congratulations, I guess.” Dick smiled, and it there was still confusion there, but also real happiness, and Tim smiled back.

“Thanks, Dick.”

“We’ll see you later. Little D and I will drop by in a few days to check on you. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Jason scowled. “If he needs anything, I can get it for him.”

Dick blinked, then grinned so wide his eyes almost disappeared behind his cheeks. “Oh that’s cute.”

“Shut it, Dickie,” Jason growled.

Dick mimed zipping his mouth closed. He ushered Damian into the hall, Alfred following. Then it was just Bruce standing by the door, staring at them.

Tim and Jason stared back.

Bruce said, “We’ll talk about this later.”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce added, and it sounded a little forced, but genuine enough, “that you felt as though you had to hide this from us. From me.” And then he left.

“Well.” Tim squeezed Jason’s hand. “That was interesting.”

Jason didn’t reply for a minute, and then he leaned over and lightly kissed Tim’s cheek. He smiled. “You know what this means?”

“We finally get to wear wedding rings?”

“That too. But now we get to fuck with them with our PDA.”

Tim laughed, but it got swallowed up by the kiss Jason placed on his mouth. “They aren’t even here!”

“Practicing,” Jason said. “Also, I just like kissing you.”

And he then did, again.

anonymous asked:

Whenever i watch spring day and that part jungkook starts to search for members and going through different doors, the image when he opened emergency exit accidently plays in my mind repeatedly

ok now i cant unthink abt it

anonymous asked:

Imagine Shiro climbing out of his lion just on the edge of a panic attack and he's starting to collapse and the team is beginning to get worried and then boom! Krypto comes zooming in because Dad is home! Time to cover him in kisses!

Krypto learns damn fast that when Shiro comes back home he always comes through the same place. The door to the hanger stays shut at first (way to hard to see a lil pupper when landing a giant lion), so he sits down and waits outside, squirming in place with excited glee.  He hears the noises!  He knows those noises!  Shiro is coming back!!  Once the lion is safely in place, the doors open automatically and he bursts out and immediately jumps all over Shiro, going NUTS that he’s back home.  You were gone!!  For so long!!! Hours!!! Where did you got??!  Can I come??  I love you I’m happy you’re home!!

And sometimes after the bad missions, where the memories are lurking in the back of his mind, a threatening press like a lurking beast, that’s exactly what Shiro needs.

(And sometimes it’s not, but Krypto knows the particular tone Shiro has when he barks ‘out’ and he needs space, so he goes and sits outside instead, tail still now but eyes still bright and eager.  He waits for Shiro to calm himself, until violence isn’t right under his skin, and then when he’s called again, runs right back out, just as excited as before.)

Requested #3- Jimin

I know this isn’t completely what the person requested, but I tried!


You sighed loudly as you burst through your front door. You groaned and mumbled to yourself angrily. Worst Date Ever.

“And he had the nerve to blatantly disregard me when that waitress-” you cut yourself off with another groan. You looked around your living space to find it empty, no way he was gone….

They asked the first person they could think of…you. And instead of rejecting and stating that you’d rather die than do that, here you were.

You looked around your empty living space. No way he could have escaped. Groaning, you began to whip out your phone. Before you could dial the number, a tall body walked around the corner. Jimin.

You looked up to find the man with a towel around his waist, drops of water dipping down his damp hair to land on his bare chest. His eyes met yours, filled with something you couldn’t quite read.

“I was just having a bath” he said in his usual tone. You threw your stuff on the couch, letting out a long sigh.

“I can see that” you replied, looking up to face him. You studied his face, each water droplet gliding down his cheek to stop at his chin. “ There any hot water left or did you use it all?” You asked, taking off your jacket. You were exhausted, and some relaxation didn’t sound bad.

He chuckled harshly as your question. Although he stopped when he saw you peel off your first layer. Your jacket slipped off so effortlessly. Your shirt rode up slightly just to expose the skin on your hips.

You walked past him, stretching your arms above your head. You walked into the bathroom, the rug damp. You stared at your reflection, your eyes tired an a frown very evident on your face. How could you not be frowning after the heel you had to endure tonight? Groaning loudly, you prayed that you could just forget this. You turned to walk out again only to find Loki sitting on the couch, still clad in a towel.

“Excuse me!” You snapped, causing him to look up at you.

“What?”

“Hello! You’re practically naked! ” You exclaimed, making strange hand motions. “Put some clothes or or-

You were cut off when your cellphone rang. You looked down at the caller I.D, a frown threatened your face. "What does this Fuck face want” you mumbled under your breath.

“I take it your little date didn’t go so well” he laughed, standing up. He was still damp, little trickles sliding down his chest. You pressed “ignore” on your phone.

“Shut up” you mumbled.

“Hmm. I don’t want to” he chuckled, beginning to walk towards you. “Don’t be mad at me because your little date didn’t acknowledge you”

“How did you-”

“The bathroom walls are thin.” He cut you off. With each step you couldn’t help but notice his towel getting looser and looser.

“ Whatever..Jimin uh” you began, trying to tell him to fix the towel.

“ Some men are spineless.” he began. “ You, my dear, have no idea” he continued.

“Jimin” You said again, your eyes growing wide.

“ Hmm it’s your own fault for falling for false charm” he said. “Had it been me…we wouldn’t even leave this very room”

Where was this all coming from??

“Jimin!” you said again, gaining his attention.

“What?” He asked, obviously displeased with your interruptions.

“Towel” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. His towel had fallen, leaving his body completely bare.

He looked down, then back up to study your features. You were clammy, trying to avoid his face or his…other parts.

“Hmm..I thought I felt a draft” he whispered to himself. Your eyes had threatened to peak lower, taking in the sight of his body. “You’re staring at me” he said, causing you to jump.

“Sorry” you mumbled, turning away. “Just put on some clothes” you murmured beginning to walk off.
Before you could make two steps, Jimin caught your wrist and spun you around to meet his icy stare. You looked everywhere else but his face, which held a smirk.

“And if I don’t want to?” He whispered, causing your eyes to meet his. His grip had softened and he was now rubbing his thumb along your wrist.

“Have fun with your draft” you said seriously, though he chuckled is response.

“Or you could join me” his voice came out in in a whisper. His fingertips ghosted over your fingers. Before you could speak, his lips had found yours. His mouth felt cold and the water than dripped from his hair had tickled your face. You absent mindedly bucked your hips forward.

Jimin felt this, nothing constricting him from growing. His member jolted, a sound leaving him that you never heard before. Your eyes widened, shock painted on your face. Jimin was making THESE sounds because of you?

“No one would appreciate such a body like I could do for you…I’m better, faster…bigger” he teased as he pulled away. “I could show you, that I’m better than any man whose even so much as touched you…all you have to do is let me…”

He leaned forward, kissing you again, which made a gasp hitch in your throat.

“So cute…do that again” he mumbled.

“J-Jimin” you groaned. His groin was right against your thigh. It made you feel over dressed. Suddenly you were hoisted up against the wall, your leg hooked around his hip. Your sleeve slipped off your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but thrust your hips forward, releasing any growing friction that was forming. Your breaths grew shallow.

“Hmm. I think I can make you scream louder than that?”

Suddenly you were thrown head first on the couch, yelping in the progress. He yanked down your jeans and crawled over you, trailing a kiss up your neck.

“Just sit back…I’ll make you forget about today”


Sooo…I still suck. But I shall get out of my funk!

anonymous asked:

Emma has a horrific day and comes home from work early and sits on the couch in a daze until her and Regina's toddler crawls into her lap, says "I love you mama" and falls asleep

Thanks for the prompt :)

TW for child neglect/abuse. 

Emma kicks off her boots as she trudges through the door. She should still be at work but she’s headed home early. Luckily, her father agreed to come start his shift early for her, and whatever question he had about it disappeared as soon as he saw the expression on Emma’s face. 

Now she’s home, she sighs before wandering over to the couch and dropping down. Normally she doesn’t let it get to her but today was a non-stop mess. Today of all days she didn’t need it. 

It’s the day she was sent away from her first long-term family starting off a string of group homes, families, pain and misery until she ended up running away. 

This is the day the Swans decided they couldn’t handle her and a baby. One moment she was loved and safe. The next she was bundled into a strange car being told the people she called ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ would no longer be there. 

A tear rolls down her cheek. All she wanted was a nice easy day just so she could get through today and head home to her family. Instead it was one callout after another, most of them nuisance calls and pursuits of vandals, drunks and dogs. 

She’s pulled from her daze by someone crawling into her lap. She jumps before seeing Lucy curl up on her. The tot looks up at her, “I love you Mama,” she whispers before simply resting her head on Emma’s arm and falling asleep. 

“Lucy? Luce? You’re supposed to be nappi-” Regina trails off seeing their daughter in Emma’s arms, “She must have heard you come home…what are you doing here so early?” 

Emma sighs, “A bad day…it’s…the day I was sent away for the first time.” 

“Oh,” Regina says quietly before moving to down beside Emma. She slips her arm around Emma holding her close as she promises, “This is forever, you’ll never be sent away again.” 

“Promise?” 

Regina nods turning to kiss her softly as she repeats “Promise” before holding Emma for as long as she needs. 

anonymous asked:

I go outside through front door and run very fast and jump over fence into back yard and screm to be let in back door and mama tell me stay outside?!?

🙀

I am 98% sure Garnet started clapping out of sheer “whoo boy, this is going to be one hell of a lesson for Steven, and I do mean a big one, that’ll be some education, some real life experience learned at the end right there, whoo boy” that probably flashed through her body the second Ronaldo burst through the door/Steven did his little speech.

I imagine it was a slow clap entirely because of the several scenarios where Ronaldo bullied his way into coming on a mission and died.

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Jimin opened the door softly and poked his head into the house.

“Hello?” he whispered through the crack in the door, cocking his head to the side to hear a reply. When none came he tiptoed into the house and closed the door lightly, pausing after the latch clicked in place to try to make out if anyone had heard him.

It was date night for Yoongi and every now and then the group took pity on each other and decided to give each other space for special occasions. This was meant to be Yoongi’s first real date with the girl and everyone else – except Hoseok, who had opted to practice late into the night – had agreed to go out for supper to give them some time alone.

It was only once they were at the restaurant that Jimin had realized he had forgotten his identification at home.

“Be quick about it,”Namjoon had told him. “And don’t let Yoongi-hyung see you!”

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That’s What Friends Are For

@hamwriters write-a-thon: femslash day (2)

pairing: phillipa soo x reader

summary: Pippa is reader’s childhood best friend and when reader finally gets out of an unhealthy relationship, she is right there for her through all the tears. 

warnings: swearing, very brief mention of sex, i think that’s all?

words: 2894

a/n: this is going to be a little two part bit of fluff. i was just going to make it into one part, but that was a LOT of writing to finish in one night, so i decided to split it up. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution


“Luke, I can’t keep doing this!” You snapped as your boyfriend came stumbling through the front door of your shared apartment. It was 1 am and he reeked of alcohol and another woman’s perfume, but you were so exhausted you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Falling limply into your arms, Luke let out a loud groan from the back of his throat then mumbled a few incoherent words. You grabbed onto him tightly to drag him over to the sofa just a few feet away and tossed him there with a sigh.

“You were supposed to be at a meeting for work,” you hissed at the dark haired man.

His response was much less coherent, but you were able to figure it out through the slurs. “But baby, I was!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I have proof right in front of my eyes that you weren’t at a meeting!”

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A Gift

‘MAGNUS!’ Alec’s slurred voice boomed through the front doors of Magnus’s apartment, ‘MAG-NUS!’ His fist pounding against the door with every syllable. He leant back against the still closed door and sat on the cold floor outside the Warlock’s apartment.

Magnus stood with his hand inches away from the door handle, his cocktail sitting abandoned on the wooden coffee table. He had been snapping through flavours when Alec had begun to knock, his voice deeper than usual, almost gravely. He was annoyed with himself for finding it even remotely attractive, especially when he was mad at him. Magnus had been tempted to leave Alec outside his door, begging, but the sudden halt of shouts had him worried.

When the lock snapped open and the door opened Magnus didn’t have enough time to snap his finger and stop Alec from falling backwards, his head hitting the floor with a loud crack. ‘Alexander!’

‘I knew you were mad Magnus but I didn’t know you were that mad’, Alec whined, rubbing the back of his head. When he tried to get to his feet, he stumbled and lost balance, he would have been on the floor if Magnus’s strong arm hadn’t wrapped around his waist. Alec tried pushing Magnus away and walking on his own but all his Nephilim gifts had abandoned him, ‘worse than a mundane’, Alec whispered to himself in disgust settling into Magnus’s strong support.

Magnus lowered Alec onto the bed they now shared, he was set to lecture his intoxicated boyfriend – on the etiquettes of how to deal with an annoyed significant other - when he heard his soft snores. He’d fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the sheets, snuggling into the silk sheets with his arm stretched out as if searching for Magnus.

Sighing, Magnus carefully unbuckled Alec’s weapons, placing them along with his stele on his bedside table. Next, he unlaced his shoes and covered him with one of the blankets. With a snap of a finger a glass of water and one of his hangover potions (not his perfected one, he needed to suffer ever so slightly after all) appeared besides Alec’s things. He was about to leave when he noticed an angry red mark across Alec’s neck. Releasing his magic in small sapphire sparks he healed him.

Satisfied, Magnus returned to his sofa and cocktail, as soon as he was seated Chairman Meow was on his lap. He stroked and scratched the creature, his mind rehashing the fight that had started the whole debacle.

It had been Valentine’s Day, Alec, of course, wouldn’t have had a clue if it hadn’t been for Izzy and Jace. They’d helped him dress, find the perfect gift, and even planned a romantic date. Everything had gone exceptionally well, no shadowhunter or downworlder business had distracted them from one another.

When they had returned to their apartment Magnus had been delighted when he’d given Alec his gift. He’d handed him the small black gift box and watched him unwrap it to reveal the trinket inside. Alec had looked from him to the necklace, enchanted. The silver chain hung between them, the flat, circular amber gem, the exact shade of Magnus’s cat eyes glimmered in the low light.

‘It’s… mesmerising’, Alec said, unable to take his eyes off the jewel, not when memories of the last time he’d seen Magnus’s cat eyes rushed through his mind. Magnus must have known precisely what he’d been thinking, a knowing, mischievous smile played across his lips.

‘It’s charmed, a hint of protection, with a dash of healing’, he said as he moved behind Alec, ‘but most importantly, when you need me, if you cover it with your hand and think of me, I’ll be by your side in seconds’, he promised.

Alec let Magnus slip the necklace from his hands, standing perfectly still as Magnus’s gifted hands fastened the clasp. He couldn’t suppress the shiver that racked his body as Magnus’s lips brushed his skin, soft tantalising kisses tracing his neck rune, as they faced each other once again.

‘Magnus,’ the warlock’s name a groan on Alec’s lips.

‘Yes, Alexander?’ Magnus teased, his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning Alec’s shirt.

‘I can’t stay tonight, I have a mission…’ the rest of his words were lost as soon as Magnus’s hands touched his bare chest.

‘Are you sure Alexander?’ with each word they stepped closer to the silk crimson sheets that waited for them.

‘Yes,’ he moaned, ‘no… I don’t…’

‘Would you prefer I stop Alexander?’ his voice vibrating against his skin as he lowered his kisses.

‘By the Angel, never’, he was almost undone when Magnus chuckled, ‘but you need to promise to wake me on time, no letting me sleep in’ Alec said, trying to sound firm.

‘I told you, Alexander, you needed rest, you were exhausted’, this time it was Alec’s turn to smile. He pulled him closer so that they were on the threshold of the bedroom. Finally giving in, he kissed Magnus, just like he’d been imagining all evening, his hands combing through Magnus’s red-tipped hair. Before long Magnus had him between his legs and on the scarlet bedding. With a subconscious snap of his fingers, the bedroom door thumped closed, just in case Jace decided to drop by like he was prone to.

They hadn’t slept until the early hours of the morning when the sun rose. Magnus remembered watching to soft rise and fall of Alec’s chest, the amber jewel resting over his shadowhunter’s heart. The next time he had woken, Alec had disappeared, only the imprint of his head on his pillow and a short note left behind.

Magnus has spent the rest of the day in a blissful mood, going about his business.

It wasn’t until the next day when he’d returned from a client’s home, where he’d spent the afternoon putting new wards in place, to find Alec cooking dinner in grey sweats Magnus did not approve of and a black t-shirt that did wonders for Alec’s form. He’d handed him a glass of red wine, sending him to an already prepared bubble bath, before continuing with the creation of his ‘incredible’ meal. He’d questioned his attention – not that Alec wasn’t attentive – but Alec had waved him away.

It wasn’t until they’d retired to the terrace when Magnus noticed something was wrong

‘Where is your necklace, Alexander?’ Alec froze at the question, guilt marring his usually handsome features.

‘You lost it?’ Magnus asked, ‘not even a day, and already you lost it.’

‘I haven’t lost it… I’m not wearing it, but I have not lost it.’

‘Then, you didn’t like it.’

‘I did Magnus, it’s just…’

‘Yes?’ Magnus said, turning on his heels so that he faced him, his arms folded, and looking every inch the dangerous High Warlock of Brooklyn.

‘I loved the present Magnus, I did, I just can’t wear it, but I have not lost it,’ Alec knew his explanation, or lack of, was making things worse, he could see the whole situation unravelling in front of him, with no idea how to stop it.

‘Of course, you can’t’, Magnus was annoyed to admit that he was hurt, ‘perhaps you should go back to the institute Alec, I’m sure the other shadowhunters are waiting for your return.’ Magnus turned his back on the shadowhunter, in case he saw how truly wounded he was. A part of Magnus had always and would always hate his warlock mark, but the time he’d spent with Alec and the shadowhunter’s reaction when he’d seen them… Not that it mattered. In that moment, Magnus had needed to be alone, to think, tomorrow he would talk to Alec, he told himself.

Not that Alec had let the next day come, he’d given Magnus all of four hours before turning up drunk and on his doorstep.

When Alec woke up the next morning his head felt as if someone had burrowed inside his skull with a sledgehammer and decided to break their way out via his skull. He groaned, pushing himself up, his hands over his eyes, trying to block the incessant sunlight that poured through the open curtains. He blindly reached for the water and potion he knew Magnus would have left him, downing the vile liquid.

It took a few minutes but he felt the headache and nausea slowly dampen until it was only an irritation at the back of his mind, still present but tolerable.

Stepping out onto the terrace Alec watched Magnus pet and play with the stray cats, each with a milk bowl of their own.

Cooing at his strays, Magnus watched Alec from the corner of his eye. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for him to acknowledge him. He tried ignoring him, but they both knew he wasn’t the type to stay quiet. Gracefully coming to his feet, Magnus breezed past him and back into the apartment, with Alec silently following.

‘Magnus–’ the warlock shushed him with the flex of his hand.

‘Alexander, when your boyfriend is angry with you, you do not turn up on their doorstep, drunk. You apologise for your mistakes, preferably with some sweet romantic words and a gift, but more importantly, you rectify your mistake.’

Alec watched him pace back and forth, his shoes angrily tapping across the floor, ‘Magnus–’

‘Then once your boyfriend has forgiven you, and only then, are you allowed to walk around his apartment shirtless and –’

‘Magnus,’ Alec’s voice was low but pleading, Magnus froze, turning to face the shadowhunter, ‘I didn’t lose the gift you gave me, but I couldn’t wear it either.’

‘Why?’ he asked, only wanting an explanation.

Alec opened his mouth but no words came out, frustrated he raked his hand through his hair, beginning to pace himself, ‘it’s… embarrassing.’

‘Alec, I promise I won’t laugh,’

Alec gave him a sceptical look, ‘When I left here I went straight to the institute but I didn’t have time to change. We had just finished raiding a rogue vampire den when it happened…’

‘What happened?’ Magnus asked, riveted, he’d seen Alec flustered before but it was usually around him.

‘I pulled an arrow from my quiver, but… itgotcaughtonntheneckless’, he rushed through the explanation, avoiding Magnus’s gaze.

‘Could you repeat that Alexander, I didn’t catch that last part.’

‘The arrow… got caught on the necklace and I almost…’ Alec’s cheeks reddened, he refused to meet Magnus’s eyes, he wasn’t used to being anything less than perfect.

‘Oh Alexander, is that what that injury across your throat was? Well that must have been embarrassing but I’m sure it wasn’t that bad-’

‘Raj was there.’

‘Ah’, a knowing look crossing Magnus’s face, ‘still-’

‘He had his phone out and he caught it on camera.’

‘Alexander-’

‘When we returned to the institute, he spent the rest of the day making sure everyone in the institute had seen the video, only when Izzy threatened to string him up with her whip did he finally stop. That’s why I couldn’t wear it anymore if that happened again while I was in the field…’

‘I understand Alexander,’ Magnus said, taking a seat beside him, ‘I suppose I should have thought out the practicality of my gift.’

‘That’s okay, I thought of it for you,’ Alec answered, pulling out a black gift box not dissimilar to the one he had given him. Magnus opened the box precariously when he saw what was inside he beamed.

Alec watched Magnus lift the thick leather cuff, turning it over in his hands to reveal the amber gem. When he held out his hand, Magnus helped fasten it onto Alec’s wrist so that the jewel rested against his pulse. To anyone looking at it, it was just a leather band, but they knew the treasure it held.

Calling Baton Rouge

Pairing: McCoy X Reader
Triggers: Smut Implied,
Word Count: 927ish without lyrics.
Beta: No
Song: Calling Baton Rouge by Garth Brooks
A/N: This is your @yourtropegirl birthday challenge. I hope you can all enjoy it. Lyrics are in italics. 

“What is taking that green blooded idiot so long!” McCoy said impatiently as he burned a hole in the floor of the transporter room, to no one in particular

“Since when have you been so eager to use the transporter? Are you finally over your hatred of them?” Jim said as he laughed at his friend’s ever-growing frustration of his friend

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Grilby, Fuka, Burgerpants

This is the Grilby Team! They are located through the Right Door.

Grilby is the owner of a successful grill in Snowdin. He is very business oriented and always makes sure he looks the part of a good boss. He has a daughter, Fuka, whom he wants to make sure he provides for. Which is why he pours everything into his job.

Fuka is Grilby’s daughter and Vanilla’s best friend. She is quiet and reserved. She lives in Hotland, but visits Snowdin often since her dad goes there to run his store.

Burgerpants is Grillby’s cart-hand. He pushes his burger cart around trying to sell Hamburgers on the trails. He usually has streaks of bad luck and can never keep his uniform clean (this infuriates Grilby) While he is 19 and completely wasted his life, he’ll still serve you a Hamburger and full price! 

anonymous asked:

R is a Danvers sister and is dating Lena and R tells a+k that she's bringing her gf to dinner and A is like fair enough and invites M and then they have the dinner and Lena shows up and K looks through the door and she's like ??? Who invited Lena? And R is like heheh that would be me

Originally posted by dontkierame

“That must be her!”

Before you could interfere, Kara pulled her glasses down and peered through the door.

“Uh, did someone invite Lena?  Cause she’s out in our hallway right now.”

“That would be me,” you grinned sheepishly.  Three sets of wide eyes turned to stare in your direction.

“Lena Luthor is your girlfriend?” Maggie asked slowly.

“Yes, and I’d rather appreciate it if you wouldn’t arrest her again tonight because you don’t have a great reputation with her.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Don't touch her

I’m taking Caryl prompts at the moment.

“What happened? She okay?” Daryl’s voice hollers through the rundown house. His heavy footsteps set an angry rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart.

He’d heard a scream. Someone calling her name. A loud crash, the sound of a body hitting the ground. He nearly stumbles now as he crashes through the door, too many people gathered at the bottom of the stairs, kneeling, leaning over, tugging this way and that at the body laying limply by their feet. “Get away from'er!”

Rick has finally caught up with him, putting a hand to his shoulder that Daryl shrugs off instantly. “Daryl, they’re trying to help!”

He doesn’t care. They’re only making things worse for all he knows. “Don’t touch her!” he repeats, and slowly they are backing off, revealing Carol on the floor, eyes closed. “The hell happened here?” He falls down on his knees by her side, not even feeling the pain of the impact. Too afraid to touch her, his hands hover over her shoulder, her elbow, her cheeks. She’s breathing, he can tell, and he can’t see any blood. Any bites.

But she is wrapped up in layers and layers of clothes like all of them.

Looking up, he stares at the others, waiting for a response. They all look weary, and Beth has tears in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she finally speaks. “We were checking the closets for blankets and- and there was-” Horror crosses her face and she points upstairs. He turns, his stomach falling when he sees the rotten corpse draped over the last few steps, blood trickling down the thick carpet. “She killed it but… But her knife got stuck and she fell.”

Maggie curls her arms around her sister then, comforting her for something that wasn’t her damn fault.

“Down them stairs?” He feels sick just imagining it, and all the countless what ifs are running through his mind, digging in their sharp claws. “Fuck. Carol?” Leaning down further, he feels the warmth of her breath on his cheek. “Ya hear me? Carol come on,” he urges, ever so softly nudging her shoulder. “Damn it, where’s Hershel?”

She needs help, someone who has at least a little clue what to do, not a bunch of them tugging her around like a fucking rag doll. “Outside,” Glenn answers, looking down at him with an odd expression.

Daryl doesn’t know what the hell has gotten into them all today, why they’re all standing there gaping instead of doing something. “Well, get him!”

It’s T-Dog who hurries away then, quick on his feet.

“Daryl?” The soft whisper of his name tears Daryl’s eyes away from the open front door. Instantly, he looks down, his heart skipping a beat when Carol’s eyes flutter open slowly.

“Hey, hey, easy,” he says quietly, pressing one hand to her shoulder to keep her still and the other coming up to cup her cheek, warm and soft. “Don’t move, all right?”

Her forehead furrows but she stays still, eyes struggling to focus. “Why are you yelling?” she asks, sounding a little disoriented, her voice hazy.

“’s all right, sweetheart,” he reassures her, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. It hurts just to think she might be scared, in pain. Cold. It’s cold now that T left the front door open, a gust of icy wind sending shivers down his spine. “Ya gonna be fine.” He shifts his body to shelter her a little from the cold.

Carol takes a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling evenly before she speaks again. This time, she is looking up at him, her blue eyes curious. “Sweetheart?” Only now does he realize what he said, his cheeks flaming instantly. “Did I hit my head?”

Someone chuckles next to them and he wants to disappear into the ground. “Stop,” he mutters, pulling his hand away from her cheek and looking down at the dusty floor boards instead. “Y'all right?”

“I think so.” He can hear the smile in her voice.