what makes a man start fires

I wrote a story for a friend as a birthday present, and since she likes gothic fantasy, I thought Elsewhere University would be a good setting for it.


You weren’t sure what to do when your six choice universities all rejected you. You’d expected at least one of them to accept you, since your grades weren’t bad and your student record was clean.

But none of them did. The day you got the last polite form rejection letter, you set it down and sat there, staring out the window. What went wrong?

Elsewhere University offered you an opportunity, one you thought was a joke. But you took it anyway.

And they took you.

Not Them. That would be a different kind of Taken. But you went to Elsewhere.

Move-in day was normal; the dorm was nice, and while it looked old from the outside, the rooms were spacious and comfortable, and you only had one roommate. Yours was a young, rather timid girl named Melanie. She didn’t talk to you much, though you and her were both fans of the same shows and generally had the same sleep patterns, hence the match.

She was quiet. She put up some posters; you put up some posters. Your stuff stayed in boxes for the first few days.

There were immediately meetings. Your parents weren’t invited; no one’s were.

Your RA was a tall girl with an incredible afro and a few jangling silver necklaces that didn’t match her outfit. “I’m Kiera,” she said, standing on a rock and gesturing with a packet of papers. “I’m your RA for the northern wing of the third floor. The southern wing belongs to Jordan.” She indicated the young man standing next to her; he waved, hand half-buried in the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

“First things first,” Kiera started, “welcome to Elsewhere University! You’re very brave.”

What? You wished you knew someone well enough to make confused eye contact. As it was, most of the freshmen looked a little baffled.

“A couple of notes about common courtesy. One, no extraneous loud noises after ten PM on weeknights, except for Fridays. The curfew for Fridays and Saturdays is midnight. Don’t run or throw things in the hallways, it might hit the fire extinguishers. Also, don’t touch anybody else’s bowls or cups that they leave in the hall. If you find a piece of lost jewelry, don’t touch it. If you see anything that isn’t yours, don’t touch it. Don’t run out of salt and don’t take it out of the kitchen. Don’t eat food you find in the kitchen.”

And on and on and on. You were baffled by a few of the rules, but most of them made sense (be careful about who you accept food from, be careful about going places with strangers, et cetera. You weren’t sure why they stressed it so much. That was just basic college knowledge – hell, basic life knowledge.

It got weirder when you noticed that most people seemed to leave bowls of milk by their doors, and seemed to have salt spilled under their windows. Metal jewelry seemed popular; iron necklaces and earrings, dark metal rings, silver studs and bangles.

After a month, you’d started to make some friends, and you and Melanie were comfortable being around each other. And you’d started learning about Elsewhere, and what Kiera had meant by brave. Extra footprints in on the pavement. Strangers at parties, queens striding past robed in shadow, parts of the campus where time didn’t pass or parts where it went too quickly.

Another month, and your delusions were dispelled. You bought iron jewelry, learned how to scrawl sigils on paper and pin them on doors and windows, ran a thin line of salt on the windowsill. Melanie didn’t complain.

You sat on the quad on sunny days, because in early spring (and it was always early spring, somehow) those days were nice, and it was good to be outside.

There were sculpted gardens to sit in, but those were more dangerous. You were playing with fire if you stayed there until nightfall. You came perilously close a few times.

The first time, you found your way out. The second time you did not.

The gardens held such strangeness, and were absolutely a fascinating place to be. Horticulture students set up projects here, taking care not to disturb the ones they didn’t make. So it was usually safe.

But you were caught wandering after dark. And you didn’t realize, marveling at a rose-vine and honeysuckle trellis, that the sunlight was fading until it was nearly too late.

You tried to follow the path out, but it led you in circles, and to places you didn’t know existed. This is how people get Taken, you thought desperately, hoping and praying that somehow it would be okay.

As if it were answering your prayer – and perhaps it was – the cat appeared. You froze at the sight of slitted eyes, but realized it wasn’t one of Them when the eyes leaped down and came over to rub against your leg and stare upwards.

Green Eyes, the cat was called, because that’s what it had. Green eyes set deep in its long face, sandy fur with black hints at the ears, paws, and tail-tip. You didn’t learn its name until later, and you never really figured out if it was an ordinary cat, or one of Them, or something else entirely.

“Can you lead me out?” you asked it, and it stared back. Your heart was pounding; you had no other lifeline.

It flicked its tail in the air like a banner and trotted away through the dusk. You followed it (because you had no other choice) and like a charm you found yourself stumbling out onto the quad. A few surprised upperclassmen watched, and when you looked for the cat, it was gone.

You tried to figure out how to repay the cat, if in fact you could. Next time you saw it, you promised yourself, you would give it something.

And you did see it again. Quite often, in fact. It was skirting the parking lot behind the biochemistry building, and when you crouched down and held out your hand, it came over and sniffed at your fingers before rubbing on you.

Then it was over by the dining hall, then walking alongside you on your way to one of your classes, then to all of them. Eventually, it came up to you while you were on the quad.

Melanie was there (though, like most other students, she’d quickly adopted a pseudonym and now went by Melody), and a few other friends you’d made, including a couple of upperclassmen. At Elsewhere, for some reason, the classes mixed a lot more than they did at other colleges. You weren’t sure why.

Green Eyes trotted up to you while you were sitting on a blanket in the grass. The upperclassmen stopped talking entirely and tried to avert their eyes, but when you reached out your hand and let Green Eyes sniff it and rub against you, they couldn’t help but stare.

“How are you doing that?”

You glanced up, at Shine, a girl with spiky white hair. “Doing what?”

“Green Eyes. You…” she paused, indicating the cat. Green Eyes looked to her – she shuddered – and lay down next to you, allowing you to stroke its fur and play with its ears.

The other upperclassman looked you in the eyes. “What did you do?” they asked, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s claimed you.”

That you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how to ask if it was one of Them, but you said, “In… what sort of way?”

“I’m not sure.”

That answer wasn’t good.

Green Eyes didn’t interact with others much, and seemed to seek me out often. It always rubbed against me – I knew that’s how cats designated things as theirs, but I didn’t realize the full extent of Green Eyes’ claim.

During a party one night you found yourself stepping outside with a handsome boy, a soft-spoken boy with white hair and the whisper of fall wind (you missed fall, here in this place where the seasons never seemed to change properly) in his voice. You saw Green Eyes watching from the top of a fence, and the boy excused himself after a moment and didn’t come back. Your hands itched under the skin where he’d held them, but looked no different; your lips remained numb for days until you shook off the longing, kept inside by the memory of lantern-green eyes in the night air.

Labs never ended after dark, but your study session did, and when you braved the night (because the library closed, and you did not want to interrupt any of the Courtly business that goes on there) and the sound of baying hounds and the fell piercing blasts of hunting horns, when you stepped along the solid concrete while the rest of the world shifted and you passed the student center and the native plant garden and the towering trees that dropped leaves like silver and shadows like blood, Green Eyes went with you. You felt it join you when you walked outside, and it brought you to safety, tail held high.

You saw it everywhere. Legend said Siamese cats had kinked tails because they’d once held rings for royalty. You wondered which royalty; tall tales said Egyptian, but Green Eyes felt like something Else.

It’s hard to remember when you graduated. A lot of your time at Elsewhere is blurry, indistinct, like a fogged glass. But you have never forgotten Green Eyes, and when you return to Elsewhere – because all those who love Elsewhere come back eventually – you see it waiting for you on the sidewalk next to the drive, tail curled over its paws, the stream of students dividing gently around it.

You don’t lean down to pet it, because that’s not what you’re supposed to do right now. But it does rub against your leg again when you get out of the car, and when you step inside your new (old, very old, old enough to have memories and old enough to act on them) house, it waits patiently for you to invite it inside.

Its motives are mysterious. The aura it gives you is one of fear and mystery. The librarian who hunts monsters eyes it occasionally, but never makes a move; she doesn’t understand it either.

But you go into the sculpted gardens, and you go there at night. Green Eyes is always with you, to lead you out. Someday, you fear, Green Eyes will abandon you in the lilac labyrinth and you’ll finally be Taken; but it doesn’t feel like that’s what it wants to do.

You asked it one night, sitting on a bench surrounded by fireflies and watching shadows silently pass by with no people to cast them. Green Eyes sat on your lap.

“Why do you help me?” you asked it, glancing down. “Why did you do all of this?”

Green Eyes stared back up, and flicked its ears back and yawned; a smile, you recognize, from reading its behavior over the years.

“Is it because I asked for help? What did you want in return?”

Silence, but Green Eyes bumped your hand and began to purr loudly enough to shake. There’s something about Green Eyes that resists Them and Their works; its ability to navigate the gardens, and its aid to you over the years, has proved that. It does not need  your companionship; it does not need you as you needed it.

You look up. Green Eyes flicks its tail back and forth and you realize that while you are its companion, now, and it wouldn’t leave you, you don’t actually need it to get through the gardens. You know them in your mind, like a house you’ve lived in for a long time. When you step through the flowers and topiary you go where you want to go, not where anything else wants you to go. Green Eyes has taught you how.

When you walk through the gardens sometimes you see lost students stumbling under the trellises, eyes haunted, breath rasping in their mouths as they struggle to get out. You approach them.

You look about their age (Age is funny at Elsewhere; when you came back, you seemed to return to who you were when you left. The rest of the world is all iron and highways and radios, and you remember the things you learned here when you came back) and you realize now that they are too scared of Green Eyes to ask for help.

But they don’t need to ask you. You can offer. And when they see your human features and Green Eyes at your feet, they accept.


Ivan paces in his room. He’s been doing this for roughly an hour now, grumbling angrily in Russian, occasionally bursting out with some enraged exclamation. On the other side of the locked door, his sisters and the Baltics stand with their ears nervously pressed to the wood. Every shout, every slammed fist makes them flinch.

“S-so, what’s he mad about this time?” Toris asks, voice hushed in case his former boss decides then to acknowledge their eaves-dropping.

Eduard is blessedly calm in his response: “I think it was something Alfred did.”

“The idiot used big brother’s vodka stash as fuel for a fire.“ Natalia, meanwhile, looks downright murderous. “He wanted to put big brother on a quitting plan, despite big brother’s wishes.”

“Shhhh, I think something's happening!” Yekaterina says none-too-quietly.

Indeed, something is happening. Ivan, still taking deep breaths, turns on his phone and opens it to contacts. A dark aura around him, he presses the call button of one particular contact.

The phone rings.


Ivan smiles innocently. "Hello, Alfred.“

"Oh, hey, what’s up?” The American perks up.

“Not much.” His eyes slip closed in content. “Just looking through old knick-knacks. It's funny how many special objects get left in some forgotten box in some forgotten room.”

Alfred laughs awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, I guess I see what you mean? Like, why keep something if it’s just going to sit there and collect dust?”

“I’m very glad you agree with me.” Ivan raises a hand, a lit match delicately held between pointer finger and thumb. Before him is a pile of every last object of Alfred’s that had been left at Ivan’s house, whether mistakenly or purposefully.

“Out with the old and in with the new-”

“Whoah, whoah, can you hold on a minute? I’m killing zombies.”

“… What?”

Alfred scowls, speaking into his headset, “Kiku, I thought you said you were covering me?”

“I am. There are too many.”

“Well, make them stop existing!”

A sigh, “Alfred-kun, I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder!”

“Alfred?” Ivan’s eye twitches.

“Yeah, just give me a few. Kiku! I said to cover me! Don’t shoot me!”

Soft laughter from Kiku’s end.

“… You’re doing this intentionally, aren’t you?” Alfred groans, “Kiku, dude, my main man, quit it.

Seeing an opening, Ivan cuts in, “You mean like how you’re making me quit vodka?”

“You’re still pissed about that? Sheesh, talk about relentless.”

The dark aura grows.

Alfred lowers his controller, expression deadpanned. “Relationships need to be balanced. I gave up McDonalds, so you have to give up vodka. Deal with it.”



“It took me months to put together that stash!”


“Alfred, I will burn everything you love!”

“What, so you’re going to set yourself on fire?”

Ivan pauses.

Kiku’s heard muttering a “Lol, wut?”

“… Can you repeat that?”

Red-faced, Alfred swallows before starting, “I, um, I said, ‘what, so you’re going to-’”

Ivan throws the phone out the window.

Natalia slams the lock-picked door open. “BIG BROTHER, DID HE JUST-?”

*Submission by the lovely @kittyreaper

towritebystarlight  asked:

OMG can we pretty pretty pleeeeease have some headcanons and plot to your Viktuuri Fireman AU pleeeeease

sfj;ldskajk omg it was just suppose to be this small 2 or 3 part comic i wanted to draw so there’s not much plot to it ahah BUT OKAY SO

  • viktor is a single dad (probably just out of a divorce or something, and he’s a mess who sucks at housework and is still getting used to taking care of a child all on his own, somebody help this man pls)
  • he has a smol angry lil 4 year old son (HINT HINT yurio)
  • every morning, there’s this beautiful man who jogs by viktor’s apartment and ya know being a single dad fresh out of a divorce and everything, he lets himself daydream a little and he swear he’s gonna ask that man out one day, just watch
  • okay don’t watch because their first official meeting is a trainwreck
  • viktor has successfully burned his kitchen and is now holding little yurio as a firefighter puts out the fire
  • SURPRISE, the firefighter just happens to be the man that viktor daydreams about on a daily basis 
  • when the firefighter (his name tag reads Yuuri Katsuki and viktor says that name in his head over and over and over again) asks “how did the fire start? what happened?” viktor’s like “oh you know… it was an accident”
  • but yurio, the little shit goes “dad was trying to cook”
  • cue viktor embarrassingly trying to save face by yelling “I CAN STILL MAKE GOOD SANDWICHES”
  • they ordered takeout that night
  • the next day there was a knock on the door and when viktor opened it he finds the lovely yuuri katsuki holding tupperwares filled with katsudon
Hold It

A/N: So good, it hurts.

“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.

We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.

As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”

My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.

“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.

Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.

“You wanna cum?”

I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”

“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.

Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”

While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.

My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”

His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”

Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.

A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do

Ernest Hemingway Quotes for the Signs
Earth Signs

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.“

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.“

Water Signs

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.“

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.“

Air Signs:

”Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”

“I love to go to the zoo. But not on Sunday. I don’t like to see the people making fun of the animals, when it should be the other way around.“

“I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.“

Fire Signs:

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”

“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.“

Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

1.4k words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 

“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

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Prank Wars

Request Fic:  Bucky Barnes X Reader, Natasha Romanoff

Request Fic for @marvelandwinchesters927 care of @this-kitty-has-claws
Based off this video on YouTube.

Hope it’s everything you wanted, doll!

Summary: Bucky’s prank goes horribly wrong when he sets up his girlfriend.

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: Swearing

It was a fairly common occurrence around the tower. Bucky, skulking as only an assassin could, setting up another prank, usually aimed at Steve or Sam. Not Bruce, not anymore. Not after he’d Hulked out and nearly tore the tower down. Wanda could read him too well, and Vision was too self-aware. Tony had a tendency to retaliate in ways Bucky no longer wanted to think about. Sometimes Nat would catch one - though, after she’d threatened to shave his head in his sleep Bucky had toned it down with her. More often than not his pranks were aimed at you.

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The Bronx: Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Angst, attempted attack/rape,

A/N: I’m planning on another part or 2!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2

You hadn’t spoken to Peter in over 2 weeks, not for his lack of trying. He called and texted you every day, and had even resorted to emailing and DMing you. But you ignored him. You were still upset about him wanting you, and telling you, to stop using your powers to help people. What else were they for if you couldn’t save lives.

You were using your powers more and more, for hero stuff as well as every day convenience. You knew that your powers were growing more unstable every day - your bedroom carpet was now covered in vines and grass - but you were doing your best to ignore it. Trying to suppress your powers didn’t help to stabilise them, so you went about using them at will.

You were fighting crime and helping people almost every night, but nothing helped take your mind off Peter. You loved him, you couldn’t deny that, but if he was going to try to control you, then he didn’t love you. So you had to keep your distance for a little while longer until you’d come to a decision about what to do in regards to the relationship.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt #31 please?

From Drabble List
Prompt #31: You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.“

The house had gone up in flames, immediately consuming everything from the inside out. The unsub had locked himself in the house with his family, his end game.

You could hear the faint cries of everyone in the house, a man screaming for his son to stop what he was doing.

All of the agents and cops that were parked outside had no idea what to do, none of them qualified to actually run inside and start saving people, no matter how badly they wanted to. The fire department had already been contacted but who knows how long it will take for them to get here.

“They’re not gonna make it,” Spencer says from beside you. His worry struck features made you feel worrisome yourself. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Spence, you’re not going in there,” You frown up at him.

“Y/N, the firetruck is ten minutes away and by the time they’ll get here, the family will be dead,” Spencer takes your hands in his. “I can’t sit by and watch them burn alive. There are children in there.”

“Every second that goes by that fire is getting worse, you could die!” You cry out, begging him with your eyes not to go.

“Y/N is right,” Hotch suddenly intervenes. “You’re not trained for this, you could put your life in jeopardy.”

“It’s worth trying for,” Spencer finalizes.

“Spencer, no!” You yell, but he had already broken into a light jog towards the house.

The door had already begun falling off its hinges because when Spencer kicked it, it had come tumbling down as if Morgan had done it. You see Spencer disappear into the hell-stricken house, and you waited.

It felt like hours had gone by as you stood there, tears streaming down your eyes, your heart pounding against your chest, your fingernails in between your teeth.

Finally, you see him stumbling out, a little girl in his arms and a teenage boy holding onto him for dear life. The paramedics immediately ran over to him and took the children from his arms. Spencer spoke to them a few words before he ran back inside.

“He’s going to be okay, Y/N,” JJ tells you sympathetically. You couldn’t say anything, too scared of your current thoughts to think about what to say to her.

Again, Spencer comes out of the house, a woman had her arm across his shoulders in a tight grip.

“Damn it, I’m going in,” You hear Derek say. He secured his gun back into his holster before racing after Spencer into the house.

Not a minute later, both men came out of the house with a man in a coughing fit and struggling to keep his eyes open. Spencer and Morgan gave him off with the paramedics and that’s when you saw Spencer drop in a coughing attack.

“Spencer!” You cry, running towards him.

Once you reach him, you drop down beside him, lifting him so that he could recline against you.

“We need a medic!” You demand loudly. Derek had flopped onto the ground too, coughing.

Seconds later, the fire truck arrived and quickly got to put the fire out.

“Come on, stay with me, Spence,” you sniffle, pushing his hair out of his eyes. A paramedic came with water and an oxygen mask and placed it on Spencer, instructing him to take deep breaths and to drink the water.

“You’re going to be okay,” you coo, placing your chin on his shoulder. You felt one of his hands encircle around yours while his other held the oxygen mask against his mouth.

“Even though the kid has no physical capabilities, he did a hell of a job back there,” Derek compliments proudly.

“Good job, Mr. Incredible,” you joke through your tears. You were so scared he wasn’t going to make it, but here he was.

“I sort of feel like an idiot, but I’m glad I did it,”  Spencer croaks out.

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”


It was an ordinary day in the office. Mark and Amy were discussing about projects that were coming up Kathryn and Ethan were busy editing while Tyler was focusing on his own thing while they worked.

It was an ordinary day until it wasn’t.

Mark loomed over Ethan’s shoulder as he edited, watching his progress like a hawk.”Ooh, are you sure you want to zoom in that close to my face?”

Ethan heard Mark’s comment and sighed, annoyed by his presence.

“Yeah. I do.” Ethan said before Mark made a disapproving noise and Ethan sighed once more. He fixed the ‘problem’ and left Mark with a little smile. Tyler tried to ignore Mark’s presence as he sat down next to him and whispered, “How soon do you think I can make Ethan lose his shit?”

“I could care less, Mark.” Tyler replied. The other man nodded to himself and stood up to go antagonize the blue-haired boy. 

After a minute or so, Mark began firing multiple questions at Ethan about his work. What he was doing, what he planned to do, if that’s the right option, where to go from there, etc. It was starting to annoy Tyler and upset Ethan.

“You see, if I was doing it, I would add this to the-”

“Okay but you’re not the one editing, are you?” Ethan snapped, frustrated with Mark’s advice.

“No, i’m not! Because if I was, I’d be doing a better job than you!” Mark replied. Tyler was getting tired of Mark’s attitude and he stood up from where he sat and walked over to them. “I don’t think that’s fair.” Tyler said, joining the conversation.

“You can’t edit, Tyler, don’t get involved”

“Just leave Ethan alone, alright?” 

Ethan stood up from his chair and pushed Mark away who began to chuckle, “okay okay, sorry, I was just trying to piss you off. You’re doing a great job.” 

“It wasn’t very funny, Mark. You’re the only one laughing.” Tyler replied as he puffed his chest and looked down at Mark. Kathryn and Amy were pretending not to listen but heard every word, suddenly intrigued by the argument.

“Tyler, c’mon, you know I was joking. Don’t get so defensive about it.” mark replied as he let out a chuckle, “jesus, the way you protect Ethan. It’s like you like him or something.” he teased.

“What if I do?” Tyler bit out without even thinking. Ethan look at Tyler in surprise and a blush began to rise in his neck.

“What?” Mark asked. “What if I do? What’s it to you?” Tyler snapped. With that, Tyler wrapped his arm around Ethan’s waist and in one quick motion, he spun him around and leaned down to place a soft kiss to Ethan’s lips. 

Ethan, taken by surprise, was staring wide-eyed before he closed his eyes and relished in the moment. Mark was staring at them in surprise while Kathryn slipped Amy five dollars as they gawked at the two. When they pulled apart, Ethan’s face was a bright red and Tyler looked back at Mark defensively.

“Got a problem?” He asked. Mark shook his head, unable to make out any words. He threw his arms up in defeat and walked back over to Amy who was totally not shadily throwing out ideas on Twitter. 

Ethan looked up at the taller man who had a smirk on his face.

“D-do you wanna… do that again?” Ethan asked. Tyler looked down at him in surprise before smiling and lifting Ethan up to kiss him again.

“Jesus christ, took you two long enough” Kathryn mumbled as Chica barked excitedly.

Ethan smiled into the kiss and didn’t want Tyler to let him go.

Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.


“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.


The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.


“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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 So with all the proposal talk and the fandom speculation of when it would take place, we’ve all been a little impatient. Writers will keep on thinking of different scenarios about how it will happen. So while talking to my bestie @c-tbbt-grokite, and I sorta went into a frenzy and flooded her with an idea of a Shamy proposal - so without further ado, here’s me not working and writing one of my Shamy proposal ideas instead. Listen to the song, cos I was listening while writing the latter part of this one-shot. 😊-


Leonard and Sheldon were in 4A, playing Mass Effect on PlayStation. Amy and Penny went out to do some shopping for Leonard’s upcoming birthday party. Leonard still didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but his wife was not having any of it. She wanted to throw him a party, feeling that there’s still a lot of catching up for him to do in the birthday celebration department.

The duo have been trying to get past a certain level but Sheldon keeps getting killed. A very unusual occurrence to Leonard since the man hates losing. After his character died for the third time, Leonard paused the game and turned to face his friend.

“So much for calling dibs on Commander Shepard. That’s the third time you’ve been blasted in the chest. Something bothering you?” Leonard asked.

Sheldon didn’t even hear him, he was just staring at the TV screen, unblinking. Leonard peered over his glasses to look at his friend better.

“Sheldon?” he tried calling him, but didn’t get a reaction. “Sheldon!” he tried again, speaking a little louder than necessary.

“What? Where’s Scott?!” Sheldon yelled, pressing the buttons on his controller. Realizing that the game was paused, he looked down at his controller and then around. When his eyes landed on Leonard, he blinked a few times and frowned.

“Why did we stop?” Sheldon asked, pointing his hand holding the controller, at the TV.

“You’re not yourself today. You keep missing the enemy, you’ve been using the wrong guns for the wrong characters to shoot, what’s going on?” his friend asked back.

“Nothing,” Sheldon said.

“Really? Nothing? So you just feel like getting shot by a launcher today?” he asked Sheldon, sarcastically.

“No!” Sheldon replied, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

“What is it then? Do you want to put on another game?” Leonard tried again.

“Nothing and no,” Sheldon answered.

“Not buying it buddy. Come on, you know you can tell me,” Leonard pleads. Knowing Sheldon, he rarely gets distracted. And when the man gets distracted, that means there’s something important in his mind.

Sheldon considered Leonard’s offer to confide in him, whatever it is that’s been bugging his mind. Hard as he might try, he still wasn’t the best at hiding secrets. And while he wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, he kind of wanted to let his bestfriend know about this particular one.

Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes and drew a long breath. He looked at Leonard for a few seconds. Finally, he spoke.

“Okay. I will tell you something, but you have to promise that you’re not going to tell anyone, especially Penny.” He said, raising one brow and looking at his friend expectantly.

“Well, I mean she’s my wife…” Leonard started, but Sheldon looked at him with  more intensity that  he felt just how much the man needed to hear his promise to keep whatever it is that he was about to say.

“Okay, okay. Not a single soul!” Leonard promised, raising his right hand next to his head.

“Very well… If you must know, I…”


“I, well…”

“Oh for god’s sake, Sheldon what is it?” Leonard spat.

“Alright, alright! Sheesh! I’ve decided to ask Amy’s hand in marriage.” Sheldon rushed out, looking at his friend, gauging his reaction.

“Really? Well that’s great! When? Where? Have you thought about what you’re going to say?” Leonard started firing questions, making Sheldon uncomfortable.

“Hold it right there Leonard! I know you’re my best friend and that these things are normally something that can be shared with said friend,” he said, using air quotes. “That’s all that I can tell you. I want this to be a surprise, so I cannot, will not divulge any more details. Knowing how Penny can be very persuasive, I think it’s better if I keep specific details of this proposal to myself, lest you let slip that I will be asking Amy to marry me.”

While Leonard wanted to know more about his plans, he can’t deny what Sheldon just said. Trying to calm down, he shook his head a little and steadied himself.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t ask you any more questions. But I’m really happy for you. This is a big step you’re about to take. How do you feel about this decision?” Leonard asked.

“Well… First I started listing the pros and the cons of asking Amy to marry me, but the more I thought about things that I can put under con, I started realizing that I no longer have any reasons to delay getting married to her. I love her, she loves me. We live together. We’re practically married already, but you know, actually getting married is different. Although I could argue with a judge about how our relationship agreement is better than a marriage contract…” Sheldon spoke, saying the last part with the usual air of smugness.

“Well, congratulations in advance. I know she wouldn’t be able to say no to you. She loves you very much.” Leonard assured him.

“I know,” Sheldon answered, staring off into the air, staring at something that only he can see.


Amy was at the lab, finishing a report that was due on Friday. She was still in her lab coat and was transcribing her observation when she heard a knock. She was surprised to see Sheldon standing in the doorway, looking like he was ready to go home. She checked her watch to confirm the time. It was just past two in the afternoon. She stood and walked up to her boyfriend, at the same time, Sheldon went in to meet her inside the room.

“What brings you here, Sheldon? And what’s with the bag?” Amy asked, quickly following up with, “Please tell me you’re not sick again? You just got over that fever three weeks ago!”

Sheldon puts his index finger up to her lips before she could say another word. He started shaking his head while his eyes were closed. Opening his eyes again, he removed his finger and stared down at her.

“I’m not sick. And believe me, if I were, I wouldn’t go all the way here just to let you know. You’d hear from me through phone before you see me,” he began. “I have my bag with me because we’re going home.”

Amy was about to protest and point out that she still has work to do but Sheldon held up his hand to make her stop, so she did.

“No. I’m not asking you to drive me home. I know you are working before I got here, but I already spoke to the head of your department. I asked for us to have the rest of the week, off. So grab you things so we can go home and pack. Oh and we need to go to the mall first to buy a few supplies.”

“Pack? Week off? Okay, hang on. What is happening?” Amy asked in one breath.

“I will explain, only if you start moving. We’re on a tight schedule and you’re not going to cause any kind of delay.”

Amy looked at him through squinted eyes, but decided to let it go. She started putting away her things and getting out of her coat.

It was still dark when they finally got all their bags in the car, Sheldon told her about how there was an event happening at the California State Railroad Museum and that he got passes and a great place to stay. Since his vacation days need to be used this year and they had no other planned trips, he decided to make this one.

Leaving out the part about asking her to marry him, Sheldon pretty much said everything else there is to know about how they’re spending the next few days.

“So let me get this straight. You’re dragging me into this forced vacation just so you can attend another train-related event?” Amy asked, a little annoyed that Sheldon didn’t even ask her in advance about the trip when apparently, he already knew about it about a month ago.

“I’m sorry, I forgot.” Sheldon lied, looking away to hide his tick.

“You forgot? A man with an eidetic memory, forgot about a trip that involves trains?” Amy asked again.

“That’s possible. Things slip my mind sometimes you know.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” she answered sarcastically. “I just hope you gave me an advance notice.”

Amy was about to go around the car to get in the driver’s side when Sheldon moved to block her. She looked up at him questioningly.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“In the car, to drive, where else?”

“No. Not this time, little lady. I’m driving for a change. Keys?” He told her, watching her expression change from confused, then surprised. He smirked in satisfaction, clearly getting the reaction that he was expecting from her.

“Are you serious?” Amy asked, still a little shocked from his revelation.

“Absolutely. Now, keys?” he asked again.

She couldn’t speak, but she managed to hand over the keys to his waiting hand. This was something beyond special in her opinion. Sheldon never drives. For anyone. That one time that he did, he did because it was an emergency. So for him to willingly offer, no, decide to drive – not to mention for a long trip – she felt really touched.

Smiling like a little girl, she was about to get in through the passenger’s side when Sheldon stopped her again. Without a word, he opened the door and motioned for her to get inside. She nodded in courtesy and did as instructed. She watched from inside the car as her boyfriend circled the car to get to the other side. He slid inside the car and smiled at her.


“Ready when you are,” she answered.

This may have been a mistake… Amy thought as they slowly blended into traffic. It took Sheldon twenty minutes before deciding that he was absolutely ready to start their road trip. Checking everything from the tightness of their seatbelt, to every mirror, to setting up his phone’s GPS. Pretty much anything that he deemed is something that needs to be checked and double checked before leaving.

“Light traffic is expected for the next fifty miles. We’re off to a good start.” Sheldon mused while focusing his gaze on the road ahead.

Amy stared at him. She grew a little impatient during his safety check and he seems oblivious to how she’s feeling right now. Shaking off her annoyance at how ridiculous his preparedness can get sometimes, she tried to engage in a lively conversation with her boyfriend. She only kept getting short answers from him until he tells her that he needs his full focus on driving.

“I don’t think it’s wise to distract the driver,” Sheldon said. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we get there.”

“Fine,” she replied. “It’s not like you’re driving like a normal person,” she added, whispering the words.

“Sorry, what?” he asked, barely glancing at her, then looking back at the road.

“Nothing. I’ll just put on my headphones and try to get some sleep. Is that, okay?” Amy asked.

“We’ll I would rather have you awake in case I have any questions, but alright.”

Amy was slowly getting lulled into sleep by the soft jazz music that she was listening to, when she felt like the car was moving slower and slower. She opened her eyes just when the car was at a full stop. She looked around to see why Sheldon decided to stop but she couldn’t figure out why.

“Sheldon? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Just testing the brake, making sure they’re perfectly working. Also, the light’s red.” He answered by pointing a finger at the traffic light.

The light was indeed red, but they were at least four cars away from the line. And there were no cars around them either. Looking at the dashboard, the clock says 5:42am.

“Sheldon, are you sure you want to drive all the way to Sacramento?” she asked.

“Yes. I can drive and I will get us there. The matter is not open for discussion.”

The light turned green and Sheldon excitedly started to drive again. Excitement might be his expression, but his thirty miles per hour certainly is not reflecting it.

This is going to be a long trip…  Amy thought, resting her head against the car seat and computing their travel time if Sheldon sticks to this speed. If you can even call it speed.

Their projected travel time from Pasadena to Sacramento was at least six hours; however, they’re not even halfway through and it was already past eleven. Amy was able to sleep for the last three hours and was now munching on a packed sandwich. She offered some to Sheldon but he refused, saying it wasn’t in his schedule as the driver to eat, yet.

“But all you had before we left was a toast and a cup of tea. I admire your determination right now, but there’s no need for you to starve yourself.” Amy told him.

“Amy, I’m not hungry. Lunch is not till noon. I can wait.” He snapped at her.

She was taken aback. Sheldon, realizing he said the words a little harshly, pulled to the side of the road.

“I’m sorry. I was just… I didn’t mean to bark at you. I just. I didn’t expect it would take me this long to get there.”

“Really? Because, you know, you haven’t gone over thirty-five since…” Amy started but Sheldon frowned at her. She held up her hands defensively. “Okay, I’m sorry. But don’t you think you can drive a little faster? Just maybe forty or forty-five. You’re doing great so far, but if you could maybe step it up a little, then we can get there faster.”

“I know that. But I’m worried the adrenaline rush that will follow if I increase the acceleration will be too much for me to handle. I wouldn’t want us to get into an accident because of me,” he confessed, looking down at the steering wheel.

“Okay. I understand. You’ll eat when it’s time to eat. Let’s get back on the road,” she said, letting go of the matter. She didn’t want to upset him further. She knows him and when he wants something done, he will do whatever it takes to accomplish it on his own.

“Thank you,” he replied curtly and started down the road again.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence. During lunch, Sheldon barely spoke to her. She didn’t realize just how much driving was taking out on him. He looked frustrated and tired. Amy tried to offer to drive the rest of the way but he quickly dismissed her.

It was a few minutes past five, and according to the GPS, they still have at least a hundred miles ahead of them. He was still focused on the task at hand and Amy was listening to a lecture on Biophysics, trying anything to keep herself busy.

The couple was startled when the engine started making a noise. Sheldon stopped, the car grumbled one more time and then puffs of smoke started emitting from under the car’s hood. They looked at each other and then back at the now smoking hood of Amy’s car.



“You checked everything, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, trying to swallow hard, but his mouth felt dry.



“Brake fluid?”




“Sheldon!” and with that, she got out of the car to check under the hood. Sure enough, the breakdown was caused by overheating.

“Open the trunk, Sheldon,” she asked from outside, starting to walk to the back of the car.

Sheldon was just staring ahead. It doesn’t even look like he heard her. Amy walked to his side of the car to see why the trunk was still locked.

She’s seen this before. Sheldon was in the zone. But this was a different kind of zoning out. He looked horrified and… sad. Like a kid realizing that he did something bad and that he was about to be grounded. She went inside the car and turned the engine off so it will cool down. Sheldon barely moved when she asked him to get his hands off the steering wheel.

“Sheldon?” she asked, trying to get him to come back. She tried again, taking one hand into hers. Nothing.

“Sheldon, talk to me? It’s okay. You forgot. We just need to let the engine cool down, and then pour some water and we’ll be fine,” she tried to reassure him, stroking the back of his hand gently.

He took his hand back and looked away. Amy was a bit hurt by his action, but she knows he was upset.

“This was not a part of the plan. Actually, none of this, the extended driving hours, the car breaking down, none of this was a part of my plan!” he exclaimed, not looking at her.

“It’s not your fault. This was your first time driving and –“

“Not my fault? Amy this is all my fault!”

“Sheldon, I understand that this I your first time driving because you want to and I can’t tell you just how proud I am of you for wanting to take this step. Just like everything else in our relationship, you don’t have to – “

“No, Amy! Today, this trip, was supposed to be about you! About us!” Sheldon spoke, almost shouting now.

“Sheldon calm down! What do y –“

“I was supposed to drive you to a beautiful place, we were supposed to have fun on this trip and not have you deal with a cranky Sheldon because he thought he was confident enough to think that he can drive with ease! And then we were going on a train trip and by midnight I was going to ask you to marry me because it will be our seventh anniversary and we’ll be in a train car that I asked to be decorated with a theme based on your love for Chaucer! But nooo, you –‘

“What?!” she practically shouted in surprise.

Sheldon’s brows furrowed and he stared at her. In the midst of his diatribe, he didn’t realize that he’d let slip the most important event of their trip. Realization slowly dawned on him and he looked at her, looking at him with shock all over her face.

“You were… You were going to ask me…” Amy tried to speak, but she couldn’t finish the question.

Sheldon berated himself internally for revealing his proposal to his girlfriend. They were still a few hours away from Sacramento, they were in the middle of the road, with no one around. He scanned their surroundings. They were in the middle of a road with a mountain view on either side. Amy knows, so there was no point waiting any longer. He drew a breath and let it out. He looked at her for a second and stepped out of the car.

Amy was confused by his actions. He went around to her side and opened the door. Looking up at him, she wished that he would just say something. And he did.

He held out his hand for her to take and said, “Come with me.”

She took his hand and stepped out to follow him. Sheldon looked around to see if there were any cars coming. Luckily, there were none. He reached for her other hand and held each with his own. Amy was practically hyperventilating at this point.

“Sheldon –“She started but he shook his head to stop her from speaking.

“Let me do this, please.” He begged with solemn eyes.

“Amy… I wanted this to be special because it was you. I wanted to drive for you, take you to a romantic dinner in a beautiful place like other guys do. But I guess conventional has never been our thing,” he said with a boyish grin. “You are one of a kind, and I believe there will never be another, more suited for me in this lifetime, in this universe. And I know this is just formality but I want you to be mine in every possible way. I believe you deserve every experience a woman can have. We’ve been each other’s first on almost everything couple-related and while I won’t be your first fiancé because of that Arabian prince who funded your research,” he continued, rolling his eyes. “I want to be your last. More than that, I want to be another first, as your husband.

He looked at the ground, covered in dirt and stones, hesitant and then at Amy who looked amused, but who was also on the verge of tears. Finally, he took out a handkerchief and unfolded it on the ground so he could kneel.

“Amy Farrah Fowler,”

“This is really happening!”

“Sshh! Do you want me to do this or not?”

“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”

“Amy, we were two people who have been isolated from the rest of the world. That is until we found each other. From this day forward, you shall never walk alone. And when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So will you please marry me?” With that, he pulled a black box, with his grandmother’s ring.

“Hell yes!” Amy cried in happiness.

“Wha – Amy, mind your wor –“Sheldon tried to tell her off but her lips were already crushing his. It was a passionate kiss that spoke volumes. They wrapped each other in a tight embrace and only parted when they finally needed air. Sheldon took the opportunity to slip the ring on her finger.

Sheldon held her while she admired the ring. Tear-streaked face aside, he can’t remember seeing her this happy. Point, Cooper… he thought.

They both squinted as the sunlight hit their faces. They looked just in time to see the sun setting.

“One of a kind. Just like us,” Amy said, reaching up to kiss him gently.

“That we are,” he agreed, kissing her one more time.

“Alright, now didn’t you say you booked a room?” she confirmed, looking with sudden fierce in her eyes.

“Yes. Just a few miles near the museum. Why?”

“I’m driving, get in!”

“What – “

“Oh and fair warning, you’re in for a crazy night.” She said and winked at him. All he could do was smile at her antics. Crazy is fine. Weird is fine. She is Amy… She’s mine.

tfw you have many asks to attend to, but you have a thought that literally keeps you up at night due to the excitement of writing it the next day.

Bachelor/Bachelorettes during a zombie apocalypse!!! (made sure not to include gore btw!)

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I’m literally prepared to lose more than half my followers when I post this..

The reality is. I got myself wrapped up in this lifestyle with a man who promised me the world. But instead, set my whole universe on fire and spit on it.. Knowing what I know about this lifestyle, I’d feel bad if I had decided to give the role of “ my daddy ” to another man. Although my current boyfriend, had tried and was very understanding of the whole thing, which as you know is and was an amazing start. But staying in this lifestyle, will only make me feel bad and think of my ex. I’m not about it. I’m not going to risk losing what I have, and let me tell you, what I have is amazing. I wish I could clone my boyfriend and have one for all my friends. Almost lost it, almost lost him and I’m not in any position to let the only man who’s ever been understanding of me in every way possible …

I will stay on Tumblr and continue to interact with all 9.4k of you. I will post things for the DD/Lg community and I will ALWAYS defend you, because once a little always a little, even if I don’t and won’t act like one. I’ve never met a group of people who looked up to me like you guys, and I won’t let you down. *pinky promise*

Hope you all stay and enjoy the ride !

If you love Robin but haven’t read Superman’s ‘In the Name of the Father’ arc (issues 10-11) you should rush right out and do so now. Jon and Damian and their tween-age rivalry are adorable. Here’s some things to convince you:

  • Maya Ducard, a.k.a., Nobody, is in it and her relationship with both boys is just wonderful.
  • “I like your….um…bat-cow.” “I rescued her from a slaughter house.” “Oh, Okay.” “My dog Titus was a gift. He accompanied my father to Apokolips, where they rescued my dead corpse from the grip of Darkseid and brought me back to life. Alfred the cat is…my cat.” Actual dialog. Man, I love comics.
  • Clark and Bruce force their kids to go on a cooperative adventure in order to make them friends. Clark actually creates a hurricane over Gotham Harbor as part of it. So what if it potential endangers thousands, at least their boys learn to play nice. 
  • Clark and Bruce congratulate themselves on their parenting skills despite failing to notice when their sons started a forest fire (Jon) and kidnapped someone (Damian). I’m no fan of helicopter parenting but come on guys. This is a bit more serious than letting them ride their bikes alone to the local park. When your kids have barely controlled superpowers or ninja training and access to high tech equipment it pays to give them some parental oversight. 
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There are times when things are crystal clear, when everything makes perfect sense. He can distinctly remember feeling like he understood his place in the world, but that was a long time ago. Now, he feels like he’s on the road not taken in some strange way, lost in Frost’s yellow wood, meandering about, distracted by sounds, by the beauty and the dark places. Sometimes she’s right there next to him and others, he’s certain he’s lost her.

These last few months, he’s been wandering. Lost as he can be, distracted by Diana, by little white pills, by memories and nightmares when all along, the thing he needed to pay attention to, to keep his eyes wide open for, was her. Always her.

She’s asleep on the couch, she was so drained by the time she checked her apartment and got back to his place that she curled up and drifted off in the space of just a few minutes. He’d read in one of the books that the overwhelming exhaustion is normal, that he shouldn’t worry. But he still does. It can’t be helped.

He’s spent the last couple hours cleaning up the bedroom, making space for her. It dawns on him as he hauls out boxes of magazines and clippings that it’s the first time he’s done something like this for her. It wasn’t so long ago that they were discussing why she didn’t have a desk. She still doesn’t have a desk. She takes up so much of his heart, so many of his thoughts, but she can’t live in either of those places. He’s determined to change that, starting right now.

He may be a lost man, but one thing he’s sees clearly is her and if he can see her, he can find his way.

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Imagine Lagertha and Ragnar wanting you both

I’ve had a really bad day an don’t see the rest of my week looking up so can I ask for a oneshot to cheer me up. Oneshot includes teenage Lagertha, Ragnar, an reader. Ragnar and Lagertha are freshly married an celebrate by joining a raid, after geting to foreign land they go to gather fire wood or something but come across the reader who has been lost in the wilds for days after running from something of your choice. Also if it ended in a romantic or platonic relationship. Thank you.
Note: For my lovely @laynpop17, because she had a very crappy day and needs some cheering up! <3 Hope you like it girl.

Summary: When you can’t handle the man your mother is married with anymore you decide to run away after he tried to beat you again. You end days in the forest, alone until you stubble up on two riders, vikings. Just married, Ragnar and Lagertha take you in there camp, both having a hugh interest in you.
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‘Come her you.’ The man grinned. You felt his hand leaving scars on your arm while he tried to grabb. The rush of adrenaline didn’t care if you arm started bleeding or not, you needed to get away from the man that hitted you since you were little. He wasn’t your father but he was married to your mother and since he joined your life he treated you bad. But your mother wasn’t around and after all those years you decided that it was enough, you didn’t wanted this anymore and you rather ran away than to stay. So you jerked your arm loose, causing him to fall out of balance and smacking on the ground. He grabbed your ankle and you fell on the ground, you head kicked against the floor and you got dizzy while he climbed on to you. ‘I will show you how I treat disobedience.’ He hissed. Your hand looked for something, anything to hit him with on the head. And when you found a piece of wood you didn’t think about it, you just smached it against his head, causing him to loose concious on top of you. You pulled your body from underneath him, eyes wide open when you stared down on him before you started to run for your life. He could wake up, he could come after you, he was quite the tracker. The forest swallowed you, not trying to stay on the path you zigzagged between the trees, in the mud until you were sure you head a little headstart. Blood pounded in the little wound on your head, trees danced before your eyes and you told yourself to take it a little easier. For now you were safe, a heavy men like him you would hear coming so you slided down aside a tree and tried to get some control back in you body. You ran away … not planning to go back soon.

After days you noticed your mistake. Running of without any food or clothes was the worst you could do in that moment. Not that you were starving on that moment, you found some berry’s and a small creek with fresh water. But seeing a bunny hopping by wasn’t much of a solution to your problem if you had nothing to hunt with. So you wandered through the forest, hoping that you would find some shelter, a shed in the woods, another village to regain strenght maybe. But after a two hour walk again you felt hopeless. So sat aside a creeck looking down to your own reflexion when you heared something. You jerked your head up, looking for the sound that looked like some running throught the bushes. Would he have found you? After all those days? Your body stood up, like an automatic pilot you started to run again in the other direction. You really didn’t look before you, eyes got always back over your shoulder hoping it wouldn’t be him. But when you ran on the road you bumbed against something large. The horse startled and you stopped, looking around, panting in fear. There stood two horses on the road, with a woman and a man. A weird looking man and woman. You did nothing except for staring at them. The woman looked to the man before she got from her horse. ‘Why are you running?’ She asked you. Your eyes went back to the forest.
‘There is a man trying to get to me.’ Why you where honest you didn’t know, you just had to get away from here. But honestly, looking to them wasn’t quite that reassuring to. The man still sat on his horse, a very long braid laid over his shoulder, the rest of his head bald. They looked young, the way he looked to her told you that they were in love or something like that.
‘Does he want to hurt you?’
‘Who are you?’ You asked back before you gave them any more information.
‘I’m Lagertha, this is my husband,’ she shooted him a playfull smile.
‘Ragnar.’ He ended her senteces.
‘We are viking, raiding these lands.’ Vikings? Here? You looked around again through the forest, looking for the man or at least a sound of the man but there was nothing.
‘We should get her with us.’ Ragnar said. His eyes traveled over your body and she almost did the same. Talked about a stunning woman, she was that kind. Lagertha throwed her freshly husband a new look, changing words without saying anything.
‘Do you want to come? You look hungry, we could protect you.’ She suggested. You had an option here, staying starving in the woods with him hunting you down or going with two vikings who looked at each other like they could eat each other in parts. So, you nodded and Lagertha stroked a strain out of your face. ‘Come on.’ She said walking back to her horse. She got on it, pulling you after her. You looked to the man again, Ragnar, he smiled to you but oh what was that smile a promesing one.

They fed you, she even washed your clothes and after two days in their camp you started to relax a little. They weren’t always there and if they were they maked loudly sounds in their bed. It wasn’t that you heared that for the first time but it was a lot louder than you were just. When you sat the next day outside poking the fire Lagertha came to you. The men where raiding again and for once she didn’t joined them on the raid.  ‘Why where you running from that man? Was he your husband?’ She asked, crouching down aside you to warm her hands over the fire.
‘No, he was my mothers husband. He mistreated me, hit me a lot, tried other things.’ You answered without looking up. Ragnar and Lagertha where nice to you from the beginning. Althrought Ragnar always looked to you in a certain way, you got used to it.
‘Sorry to hear.’
‘I was just tired, so I ran,’ You felt silent, looking to the scar that runned from your lower arm to your hand. Lagertha stood up, standing behind you while her fingers runned through your hair. You noticed the woman and man all had braids, it was really a matter of time before she would do it with you, she looked at it to often.
‘Do you have a husband?’ She asked, starting to braid your hair carefull.
‘No.’ You never really had anybody.
‘Do you have a lover?’
‘Why are you asking?’ You asked uncertain. She worked your braid until the end before she crouched down aside you again.
‘You are a fine looking girl, I can’t imagine that nobody wants you.’ She smiled in a certain way playfull. Her finger rested under your chin and you looked in her eyes that got some desire. ‘I would want you.’ She bited her lip, like she just said something that she couldn’t say out loud. You supposed it was just that. But what could you say? Nothing really so you only looked in those eyes of her. And like she took is as an inventation she pressed a very soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes closed in a moment before you looked back at her, a smile in misschief surrounded her lips before she stood up and walked away. Did you just … ?

And when he came back earlier on the night he was watching your back while you where making some dinner on the fire. You just felt it, eyes gazing on your body. So you stood up and slowly turned around. ‘My wife wants you.’ He smiled. She wanted you? This was some weird kind of game, what else would it be?
‘You are just married?’ You reacted, trying not to wander your eyes over his chest. He looked down in his cup of ale before drinking it empty. He placed the cup on a wooden log and walked over to you. In reaction you backed down a little. ‘I don’t understand this.’ You pointed around on the situation.
‘She can’t have you.’ He said. Offcourse she couldn’t, she was just married. Meant betrayel nothing for them?  ‘Because I want you.’ That handsome smile creeped on his lips and you jaw dropped in disbelief. She was in the tent, hardly away from the both of you. But here he stood, so close you almost felt his breath. You almost could touch his bare chest.
‘Still don’t understand.’ You whispered a little tensed. He sneaked his arm around your waist and out of reflex you putted your hands against his chest before he could pull you any closer. But seeing those strong arms you knew you never could push him away.
‘It’s a little game.’ He whispered in your ear. You swallowed, not being able to move another inch. And just like she took advantage of you silence he did to. He pressed his lips on yours, pushing his tongue between your teeth you were forced to go in that kind of passion. But he could kiss. You took in a large breath through your noice, opening your lips, tasting him. You really forgot everything around you, even Lagertha.
‘Ragnar.’ She smiled. You felt something on your neck and you startled. She stood right behind you, lips traveling over the back of your neck, down your colorbone.
‘Can we have her both?’ Ragnar asked, like you weren’t even there. His lips were so demanding on you cheek, biting your ear until you felt weak in your knees. He kissed her, while her hand followed the curves of your body. In gods name, what was happening.
‘Come with us Y/n.’ She suggested. He pulled you closer, fingers sliping underneath your shirt and you gasped, feeling his cold fingers roaming your skin. It was a weird kind sensation, he wanted you, she wanted you and they wanted each other.
‘What do you think?’ He asked.You only nodded, not in the right mind to say a thing right now. He smiled to his wife and she smiled back before the both of them took you to there bedroom. This was not really happening.

First time something else than Ivar, liked it! Tasted for more.


Summary: You have a deep crush on Peter Parker, little did you know he would be your next project when your uncle, Tony Stark, asks you to help with Peter’s new Spider-Man suit.

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: Light cursing

Word Count: 1,064

A/N: This is two requests in one since both were requested around the same time and were similar to each other! I hope you guys like it! Sorry for being so slow with writing. I’ve been resting, but also running around town doing things! P.S. Sorry for the lame title of the imagine.

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You were in your Physics class when you received a text from your uncle, Tony Stark. Yes, you were related to the one and only, but no one at Midtown High knew that.

“(Y/N), are you paying attention?” The teacher announced in front of the class. You felt the blood rush to your face and everyone staring at you, even your longtime crush, Peter Parker. You rarely talked to Peter, only when the class had to work in groups. You both were always drawn to each other because you were both were fighting to be top of class. It was a healthy competition you both didn’t mind to have going on.

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