Summary: Power goes out on the Enterprise while you’re in a much dreaded physical. You’re afraid of a lot of things, including the dark. But Bones is there for you. (requested by @outside-the-government)
A/N: first bones fic in ages whooooo
Even the nurse that retrieved you saw it. The paled knuckles, the colorless lips, the thin sheen of sweat. You were sure she could hear it, too. The labored and elongated breaths, the soft words of encouragement you gave yourself, the swish of your red uniform as you constantly adjusted the fabric which had never felt so tight.
You stayed a few steps behind her, unable to return the smiles passing physicians and nurses sent you in greeting. You nodded when she said something to you, something you didn’t catch beyond a hum, and entered the exam room as soon as the door swished open.
You shut your eyes as you as you stepped in, the lights seemingly brighter in the small room than the other parts of the medbay. You jumped at the sound of the door hissing shut, your eyes snapping open.
“You all right there, sweetheart? Lookin’ a little pale.”
You shook your head, placing your hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he approached you, his head tilted. You met his deep hazel eyes and let a breath leave your parted lips. “You know this stuff freaks me out. Doctors, and what not.”
“Just a physical,” he told you, his eyes not wavering from you even when you found it difficult to keep your gaze steady. “No hypos today.”
You managed a smile at that. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” he smiled back. He motioned to the flat biobed before facing the counter and washing his hands. “Strange two of the only people I can tolerate on this floatin’ metal disease incubator are terrified of doctors.”
You hopped onto the bed and gripped the edge of it with all your might, letting out a deep exhale. You watched the blue uniform wrinkle and stretch with his every movement, you tried to concentrate on that. “Yeah, it’s a little ironic.”
He hummed as he faced you again, one of his signature scowls over his lips— it was a neutral scowl, though, not one of particular discontent. “And you’d think after my lifelong search for irony, I’d be a li’l more satisfied ‘bout things turnin’ out this way.”
Note: I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST CHANGKYUN REQUEST
You had always liked the nightlife in Seoul. Even walking around after 11pm you would see people eating in restaurants, drinking coffee or alcohol, or doing some late night shopping–it made you feel alive and happy to look at all the lights around (even if they were just ads for chicken shops or pizza). This wasn’t the only reason you had agreed to meet Jinyoung this late; you knew that, due to his ridiculously packed schedule with his group, GOT7, he probably wouldn’t have time at any other point in the day.
You had met Jinyoung backstage at one of the shows your boyfriend, Changkyun, had been performing on with his band. There were long waits in between for both you and the idols, and while Changkyun had been recording a stage Jinyoung had sat down and asked why you were there. You had become quick friends, talking about things from traveling the world to which books you had read recently. He was happy to hear the side of someone dating an idol, too, rather than someone who was one.
- has as many kids as he does pets
- just kidding there’s more pets than small humans
- two kids have really weird names and the others have really cute names
- their momma gave them normal middle names as a backup plan
- he dresses all his kids in flannels and jeans and Converse
- so if you ever see an army of mini Sodapops, you’ll know why
- he tried to feed his daughter baby food but ended up eating three jars
- he was like “look it’s yummy!” and ate a spoonful but actually liked it
- so he ate three jars of strawberry banana while his baby girl had to eat peas
- so many cuddles
- he always holding his kids
- piggy back rides!
- even when his kids are too big
- “there’s no such thing as ‘too big’”
- if you think he can’t hit all of his kids on his lap at once, you’re right
- but that isn’t stopping him
- Soda is basically his dad 2.0
- he works super hard to provide for his kids
- and when he comes home from the auto body shop, his kids tackle him with hugs
- he has a son who looks 100% like him
- he couldn’t be happier
- the son goes by “Minipop” and nothing else
- what even is his real name? Soda doesn’t know
- he teaches his sons how to fix up cars
- his oldest son gets better than him and soon Steve has to teach him
- Steve finds it the funniest thing
- Soda warns his kids about the real world
- “you wanna be like Uncle Ponyboy, not like Uncle Dallas”
- and his oldest daughter chimes in with something like, “yeah. Dallas is an ass.”
- and Soda is so shocked like, “where did you learn to speak like that?”
- okay but the gang and their kids playing big games of football and baseball? yes please
- think of all the picnics!
- so much food and games and laughs and just a good time
Hello to everyone! My guy is very proud he kind of became famous on tumblr (that’s what he said, lol), so he’s willing to keep watching the show and openly react to it for you - full truth: he loves it and can’t stop watching.
PS: Do not fuel him too much, he started to be to too conceited.
“WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORYYYYY!”
“Okay, no seriously, two minutes into the episode AND HE’S ALREADY NAKED.”
“This is pornography!!!! Cover your eyes!!”
“Mila is hot though”
“The eyeliner game is strong with this Lilia gal”
“OH MY GOD DID HE JUST SUGGESTED THEY COULD BE BOYFRIENDS? THIS IS GAY”
“Nice hair Yurio”
“He even sleeps naked what the hell”
“Anyway talking seriously, if someone wakes me in the middle of the night and finds me naked it’s not gonna end so innocently”
“Did he just say ‘HOW MANY TIMES DID WE DO IT ALREADY?’ DID HE SAY THAT”
- he basically died from laughter when Yuri touched Victor’s hair -
“KISS KISS KISS”
“Minako clearly is on crack”
“CAN YOU FEEEEL MY HEARTBEAT”
“This yellow/red head dude needs to chill. And see a dentist”
“Victor Nikiforov is awakward 99% of the time he’s awake”
“Minami is staring at Yuri’s ass. It’s so clear.”
“But do you find him attractive? What if I buy a suit? Would I be attractive?” (<3)
“Yuri surely finds him attractive”
“Is that a stuffed dog with Kleenex inside? Where did he even find it”
“YELLOW/RED HEAD GOT RHYTHM”
“Oh wow Yuri’s costume is sparkling”
“This is getting me emotional, jesus fucking christ”
“Oh wait it’s Victor’s internal monologue?”
“OH MY GOD HE SLAMMED HIS FACE ON THE WALL NO NO NO WHAT NOW”
“Victor hugs him anyway so cute”
“… Oh nevermind”
“Yurio needs therapy”
“DON’T STOP US NOOOOW THE MOMENT OF TRUTH!! WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORYY”
“I have a serious question. How many scarves and coats does Victor own”
“How can Minako afford so many plane tickets??? What the hell WHY ARE THEY ALL RICH”
“I love Yakov seriously”
“OH PHICHIT I LIKE THIS DUDE”
“New characters LIKE REMEMBERING ALL THEIR NAMES WAS BEING EASY ALREADY”
“And here he is naked again!!”
“OH MY GOD WHO’S THIS DUDE TOUCHING YURI’S BUTT THIS. IS. SO. GAAAAY.”
“He’s clearly flirting holy fuck”
“Victor talking with girls, he coulnd’t care less am I right”
“… Phichit lost all his virility with this costume”
“OH. MY. GOD. HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND LOOKED DIRECTLY AT VICTOR. GAY”
“THE SPEAKER STUTTERED”
“Yuri’s monologue is so passionate”
“Even Phichit is slightly worried”
- he laughed through the entirety of Georgi’s programme -
“DUDE CHILL” - laughter keeps going -
- he laughed louder when it came to Chris’ turn -
- he needed to pause it when Chris’ ass was on full screen -
In the vast anthropological catalog of contemporary humanity that is YouTube, there’s an entire universe of videos where cute little kids bug out their eyes, gag and make hideous faces while trying not to spit out distressingly sour or disgustingly flavored candy. Videos with titles like “Extreme Sour Candy Challenge” and “Extreme SOUR SMOOTHIE Challenge!!!! Warheads, Toxic Waste (DANGEROUS!!!)” have millions or even tens of millions of views.
Candy agony videos are not just for kids, but for (alleged) grown-ups too. When YouTuber “Furious Pete” took the “150 Warheads Challenge,” he made sure to lean into the camera for close-ups of his livid, candy-discolored tongue and gums. “This is easily the most painful challenge ever,” he belches, and you almost believe him.
Candy is supposed to be sweet and delicious, right? So why does it seem like so many candies are trending toward the mouth-manglingly sour and the exuberantly repulsive, with names like Sour Smog Balls, gummy brains and oozing eyeballs, rotten egg or barf-flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans? In fact, extreme and novelty candy is one of the fastest-growing categories in the confectionery business, according to the National Confectionery Association.
Where did these candies come from? And why are we tempted by candy that pretends to be made of hazardous chemicals, that threatens to nuke our tastebuds, or that dares us to be disgusted? What’s the deal with gross candy?
What would you say to an incest survivor to justify your lifestyle as not being scum of the earth to imitate something most of us feel is glorified pedophilia?
*I am answering this to address harmful opinions, but I might remove this answer after a while because this blog is first and foremost a safe place for dd/lg*
First of all, DD/lg does not glorify the crime of incest. DD/lg is for consenting adults to engage in a dominant/submissive relationship. At no point in the relationship does any party lose sight of the fact that there is absolutely no biological relation between the parties. We are not lusting after any biological relatives. So you may ask, but why use a name that, by definition, implies paternity? Are there really that many women out there that have some sort of incestual fetish? Not at all. Far from it.
The term Daddy, in one word, embodies almost all of the qualities of a good Dominant. It indicates the need to nurture and care for his submissive, and the strength he displays when things get tough. It shows the respect and reverence the submissive has for her Dominant. In other words, the terms “Daddy” or “Mommy” for the Dominant in the relationship are not at all about incestual desires, they are terms of respect that encapsulate all of the best qualities of a dominant and stress the aspects of care and guidance that are so important to DD/lg.
Second, DD/lg does not glorify pedophilia nor is it comparable to pedophilia. Once again, DD/lg is for consenting adults to engage in a dominant/submissive relationship. In DD/lg, we never lose sight of the fact that all parties are adults. DD/lg is not somebody pretending to be a child, it is about the submissive embracing an inner innocence and handing over care and responsibilities to their dominant partner. Moreover, the things that many Littles enjoy are not necessarily related to anything childlike. So DD/lg often talks about stuffed animals, coloring, and Disney. Guess what, any instagram search will show you women of all ages posting pictures about the stuffed animals their husbands gave them for a special occasion. Coloring books are now used by many adults, whether its the cartoon kind, or the intricate designs meant to help with stress. Disney is common among adults, as shown by the large amount of childless couples that go to Disney Land every year. The point is, DD/lg is not about anyone pretending to be children. It is about us (Littles) embracing fun, innocent activities and interests that help us let go of responsibilities and stress. Many of us don’t even LIKE kids in everyday life, much less want to involve the idea of kids in any relationship. By contrast, pedophilia is a crime that involves children victims, and is marked by the fact that they CANNOT and do not consent, and is abusive.
Finally, we do not have to “justify” our personal relationship choices to you or anyone. Adults choosing to engage in a consensual relationship are not hurting anybody. We are free to choose our relationships and we are free to express our interests, and we are not doing anything Objectively wrong.
Can you do #13 with Jace from Shadowhunters/mortal instruments
13. “I’m trying to be a better person but some people are testing me”
(Y/N)’s phone lit up. it was Magnus. the text he sent said:
Come and get you blonde friend in my apartment immediately.
Jace got in trouble. Again.
She should have known this would happen. She should have locked Jace in the institute basement until Alec came back from his mission. She should have kept him in chains so he wouldn’t get into any kind of trouble.
But Jace had managed to slip away from her grasp. (Y/n) swore to herself that this is the last time he would be out of her sight.
(Y/n) practically ran to Magnus’ apartment to find Jace having a conversation with the warlock. The subject Jace brought up must be annoying because Magnus looked beyond annoyed.
Jace’s face lit up when he saw (Y/n).
“Finally,” said Magnus with a grateful sigh, “help has arrived.”
“What happened?” asked (Y/N) inquisitively.
“Your companion here picked a fight with the werewolves in the pandemonium. I had to bring him here to stop him from hurting anymore of the moon’s children. You’re welcome,” explained Magnus.
“You should have never intervened,” Jace snapped at him, “I would have taken care of that filthy creature myself.”
Magnus looked bored and took a sip from his drink. “The only thing filthy is you.” Jace raised his fist in anger, but (Y/n) caught it before he could do any harm. “Be nice,” she whispered harshly. She mouthed a thank you to Magnus and led Jace to the exit.
“I’m trying to be a better person but some people are testing me,” Jace muttered, glancing hatefully at Magnus.
“What’s so funny?” Jace furrowed his eyebrows.
(Y/n) kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
His mouth felt dry, as if he hadn’t had water in decades. Although, oddly enough, his hands were sweating, and sweat was beading his forehead.
He moved his right hand from his side, moving it up to his forehead, down to his stomach, to his left shoulder, then right.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned. My last confession was sometime ago, maybe a few months” Dean almost didn’t want to continue, fearing that somehow his confession would not stay confidential.
He didn’t want to turn his head towards the screen, to the priest who would have to hear his horrible confession, and his dark secret.
“Continue” the priest said, softly, as if he understood why Dean was hesitating.
Dean coughed, clearing his dry throat, scratching it even more in the process; he would kill for some water.
“I’m here, father, to confess a sin I have yet to commit, but I know I will act out on it” Dean said, vaguely.
The priest’s expression stayed blank, no emotion or anything in his eyes, or anywhere. He was like a statue, and that, for some reason, gave Dean comfort.
“I’ve had disturbing thoughts about another man, who I have found myself falling for, fast” Dean nervously chuckled, playing with his thumbs, his eyes focusing on the dust in the air.
The priest shifted a bit, his body facing towards the screen, his face still the same; maybe he really was a statue.
“What type of disturbing thoughts?” The priest asked, his voice still soft as if he knew what Dean was going through.
Dean wanted to laugh at the priest, ask him if he truly understood where Dean was getting at. Yeah, having ‘disturbing thoughts’ about another man is one thing, but what Dean was getting at was in a whole other ball park.
“Sexual ones, mostly. They started off as us kissing, holding hands, stuff like that” Dean paused, he was no longer playing with his thumbs,”and then they got worse” Dean licked his lips, trying to keep them from becoming cracked.
“How did it get worse?” The Priest asked, his voice slightly cracking.
Dean turned his head, his green eyes focusing on the priest on the other side of the screen. The gentleman was probably not much older then himself.
“I started thinking of him and I having sex in different positions, with so many toys. I began thinking of all the ways I could get him to scream my name, and vice versa. I even though about having sex with in my car, letting people see and hear us, letting them know he was mine” Dean closed his eyes, his dirty thoughts coming back to him.
The Priest face didn’t show any emotion, but Dean could feel that he was slightly uncomfortable with the details he had given.
“Why does this bother you so much?” The Priest asked, a tint of confusion lacing his question.
Dean wanted to laugh at the fact that he had forgotten the one detail that made his sin the worst of all. How could he have forgotten about that?
“You see, the guy I think about isn’t just any guy” Dean’s eyes met with the Priest’s eyes,”this guy is my baby brother”