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Asami doesn’t leave her side. Even into the latest hours of the night, she stays beside Korra, watching, guarding. There’s a darkness in her eyes now, lingering behind the depths that everyone else takes as exhaustion, but Asami knows.
Mako and Bolin say she’ll be fine. Tenzin doesn’t say anything, he just quietly believes that Korra will overcome. She always does.
Asami knows though.
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The Stars Flow With Inky Twilight by Anonymous for RheaofSaturn
Fandoms: Dominion (TV), Legion (2010)
25 Nov 2015
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Raphael. Cleopatra. Arika.
The dearest people to Uriel never fails to betray her.
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It’s actually the mania that scares Jess more than anything.
Three pieces exploring Sam's bipolar disorder, from before meeting Jess, while knowing her, and after her death.
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If Camilla had the choice, she would never eat anything again.
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I surrender. The fic wins. Bring it on, muse!
Optimus Prime, the dockworker who became a noble. Starscream, the scientist who was cast out. Both underdogs in a hostile society. Trials will follow, but triumphs are over the horizon.
Will Optimus and his beloved Seeker live to see their first vorn as the rulers of Cybertron? Maybe.
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Papyrus is worried about Sans and gets into a much deeper situation that he thought.
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“Just tell me what's wrong,” Gabriel did not plead, but he was damn sure coming close to it right now. Jack scanned him carefully in a way that made Gabriel’s heart sink, face impassive and cold. It was how Jack always sized up his opponents, trying to anticipate how best to defend himself and others from them. It was suddenly crystal clear that this wasn't merely a fight, Jack considered him an enemy right now, dangerous even.
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He feels dirty. He's always dirty. When will he be clean?
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A collection of my drabbles and shorter one-shots (requests or commissions) from my Tumblr, all gathered in one spot for easier reading. :3
Each chapter is its own stand alone story and has its own tags, so be sure to read them if you have anything you'd like to avoid (or perhaps just to know what's in store :3).
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Storms by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
25 Aug 2017
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When Thor returns to Earth, the first place he goes is the Avengers Compound. He is anxious to see his friends, and more than a little anxious to see Tony--hoping to perhaps pick up their cuatious flirting and little moments together they had had before Ultron.
But the compound is empty, and Tony is a mess- drinking himself to sleep and not eating anymore, not even working in his lab anymore. And when Thor learns what happened while he was gone, what happened in Russia, he decides to stay and try to help.
Tony doesnt want his help, but Thor stays anyway--soothing nightmares, and making food and trying to show Tony that he is still beautiful and worthwhile.And one ngiht, with storms raging outside the window, Tony gives in and lets Thor love him like hes always wanted to, and they find comfort and peace in each others arms.
But when the team comes home, Thor realizes that some of Tonys wounds might never heal, that things might never be alright again.
But Thors not giving up on Tony
Not now
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"My bird," Hibari says suddenly, and Hayato's caught off-guard like always, because Hibari's like a rabid dog. Look, don't touch, and watch for the teeth. "It died a few months ago."
"Yeah?" Hayato asks, and Hibari's turning, face close to Hayato's, his breath moving Hayato's hair.
"You can't," Hibari says, "find another bird that sings the same. It's hard, to replace the favorites."
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Shameless lung cancer fic in which Hayato's lungs are giving up the ghost at the ripe old age of twenty-three. It's basically a ton of emotional hurt, and everyone being unable to cope. Also, like, Hayato's relationships with everyone.
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Red Like Roses by your_starless_eyes
Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
05 Jul 2018
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Red like roses fills my dreams and takes me to the place you rest...
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Ever since Gabriel died Sam has been filling his senses with reminders in secret, hoping he can feel at least a little bit like he did before.
My take on Gabriel's resurrection, written pre-S13.
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Liam doesn't listen; something happens.
The pack is upset with him and Theo dumps him.
It's too much for Liam. He feels like a failure.
He leaves everyone behind.
They are better off without him.
He'd be doing everyone a favor.
But then 5 years later......
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Bucky's Confession. by WinterTheWriter
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
28 Aug 2018
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Bucky tells Tony what he should've told him long ago.
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It's Bucky's last semester of college, and he would be the first to admit he's not dealing well with the stress. There's just a lot of it, and sometimes its just easier to block it all out for a while, even if the aftermath isnt worth the high.
it doesn't help that he has a rediculous crush on totally out of his league, and totally unavailable Steve Rogers. Seriously, what was it about that perfect nerd?
Luckily, Clint Barton, Bucky's best friend in the whole world, is there to help pick up the peices each time Bucky spirals out of control. It happens far too regularly.
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Home Is Where The Heart Is by CinnamonChild, Dragonire
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
15 Jul 2020
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To Lance, home was everything. He adored his family, loved his Mamá with all his heart, cherished them all more than anything else.
And then, it was stolen away from him. Without warning he was flung into space and told that he must fight his way back to the only place that he felt that he belonged. And yet, the more he remains among the stars, the more forgotten memories begin to awaken and home slowly doesn’t feel like home anymore.To Keith, home was nothing. He had no family; only corrupt blood and an empire that demanded unyielding allegiance.
Growing up was a fight, day in, day out, proving his own strength with the dream that, one day, he would topple the Emperor from his throne and play a part in defeating the Galra Empire, once and for all. Now, in possession of the Red Lion, he uses his position and power within the Empire he despises to keep it from the Emperor’s hands.
But the Galra aren’t the only ones set upon standing in his way.Discontinued
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Manfred Von Karma never fired that gun that day, but a crime still took place what fateful evening.
At least now he has help to pick up the pieces, eventually.Series
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Theon and Jaime have more in common than they want to admit.
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“And I’ll use you as a focal point, so I don’t loose sight of what I want...” Recruited by Jughead Jones, Lily returns to Riverdale to assist in breaking Archie Andrews out of Juvie. While there, she runs into an old flame, Sweet Pea, that never quite went out. Keeping her distance from him, she is recruited as a runner for Gladys Jones in order to provide a stable life and income for her newborn, Daisy. With the two parents reunited through their daughter Daisy, is it possible for Lily to keep her old feelings for Sweet Pea locked away?
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Kakashi had learned time and time again not to let his guard down in front of other people, but it was a lesson that had the tendency to get convoluted and muddled in his mind when he tried to apply it to his personal life. Rather than consistently staying away from people who could tear his walls down, he'd try to get as close to them as he could without letting his guard down and ultimately end up having his will gradually deteriorate around them. It was a bad cycle, and he was so in between on it that everyone involved always ended up getting hurt somehow- him, his old friends, his students, and now Iruka.
He was too guarded to let anything flourish, but too desperate for love to kill anything remotely close to a relationship with someone who he knew would give him what he craved.
It was his fault that things had ended.
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Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.
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But he has things he needs to do before he can expand the pack. Things like figure out how to get rid of Scott and how to deal with the remaining Argents. Chris might follow the code but Derek doesn’t trust him or any other hunter. Especially not when it comes to Gerard, who will come and retaliate.
Turns out that Scott takes care of himself.
Derek sees the omega fall into one of the Argent’s traps. Sees Scott trying to help. Derek could intervene. Save Scott. He has time.
He doesn’t, though. Regardless of what he told Stiles, Scott isn’t pack.
So he watches as Gerard executes the omega and Scott.
He grins viciously in the dark.
Because this? This is the perfect way to ensure that Stiles will always be his. Stiles’ loyalty would have always been divided, so long as Scott lived and refused to join his pack. Now hunters have killed his best friend, like they killed Derek’s family. And now, even if Stiles never takes the bite, he’ll always be Derek’s.Derek was very good with guns and knives. He’d spent the time since the fire learning what he could. The thing with hunters was that they always expected wolves to use their claws and teeth for fighting. Expected wolves to operate only on instinct and fight without strategy. What they failed to realize was that this was only true because they either went after omegas or innocent wolves.
No one in Derek’s family had been trained for war.
Wolves weren’t human, sure, but they were just as smart. Just as capable of using guns and other human weapons. They just needed the training and desire to use them.
Derek had both.
Because he knew that Peter’s killing spree had only brought attention. Which, sure, Peter had wanted to draw the hunters out, but it had been a foolish plan. Wolves were predators. They hunted. And hunting with human weapons wouldn’t implicate wolves.So Derek had trained. He was a sharpshooter and an expert with a knife or a machete – including throwing knives, since it gave him a quiet distance weapon. It was the same reason Allison was an archer. Guns were good but loud. They drew a lot of attention. A knife thrown with a wolves’ strength? Using heightened senses for better accuracy? Deadly.
He and Stiles would win this war because their enemies underestimated them.Gerard sure as shit didn’t expect to die in a car bomb. That had been Stiles’ idea. Derek was happy to go along since it’d give him some closure. And, fuck, was it beautiful to watch that orange explosion. The collateral damage to the Argent house was a bonus, since it would flush them out of an entrenched, fortified position. They also, as was necessary when a smaller force had to go against a larger one, used guerrilla tactics. Picking off the Argent minions one by one.
It didn’t take long until it was just Chris, Victoria, and Allison left. Stiles had a last fit of morals when it came to Allison, so they decided that Derek would just wipe her memory. Derek wasn’t happy about leaving a loose end but didn’t push the issue. She wouldn’t know about werewolves and her parents wouldn’t be able to tell her.
Chris and Victoria died just as easily as the rest. None of them had expected that Derek and Stiles would fight back using mundane, human methods. None of them had been prepared. Too used to fighting ‘animals’.The utter annihilation of the main Argent family made a resounding bang in the larger supernatural community.
A wake-up call to other hunters. Because just as omegas and other dangerous supernaturals weren’t allowed to run amok, neither were hunters. The Argents had had a code for a reason. They’d just forgotten that reason.It was also an announcement that a Hale alpha was back in charge of Beacon Hills. A ruthless alpha who was very capable of defending his territory.
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In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
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“This is private property.” And the kid laughs. Not a happy laugh, but desperate, almost hysterical. “Who are you?” “Stiles. My dad’s the sheriff?” “So you’re familiar with the concept of stalking.” “So familiar,” he says earnestly. Derek’s ninety percent sure he’s being made fun of, but has no idea why. “Shut up,” he says on principle.
“I’m not an expert on this kind of ward, but I know this is a sort of general protection. Almost like a good luck charm. Except for one thing. There are so many fireproofing wards. I think somebody could napalm our house, and all that would happen is the place would smell weird.” He spreads a palm over one of the designs on the bark. “I wonder why he’s so worried about fire in particular.”
“Your Stiles—his heart stopped beating. So…he died in that crash. The only reason I’m alive in this body is because the magic that sent me here patched it up. But your Stiles…he was already gone by then.” “Maybe my Stiles is just in your body,” Scott argues. “Scott. There wasn’t enough left of my body to heal. That’s why the rune kicked me out of it.” And even if that body had been fine, your poor, unprepared Stiles would’ve been dead in minutes.
“They think you’re cool.” “That’s why they’re staring at me?” “I know, right? Your cool guy reputation is a mystery to me, also. Surprisingly hilarious, though.” Derek laughs, because it’s always been hilarious to him, but it’s rare for other people to see the humor in it. It’s like—these people have clearly never seen him with his mom. Or his sisters, for that matter.
In less frightening but more upsetting news, if the ridiculously gorgeous Derek Hale pins Stiles to his car one more time, Danny is going to pop an artery in whatever part of the brain that controls lust. It’s just unfair. Today, for example, Stiles is leaning back against his car with Derek practically between his legs, and there’s not a flail or an awkward laugh in sight. Like he thinks that’s where Derek belongs. Among other distressing things, that kind of confidence looks appallingly good on Stiles, and Danny isn’t used to thinking anything looks good on Stiles. (Okay, that may be a lie, but the point is, it used to be a convincing lie.)
“Derek’s at your house right now? Oh my God. Did you catch him sneaking around your yard and invite him in or something?” “Hm? No, he climbed in my window. Why?” “He what?” “I know, right? I’ve given up on training him out of it.” “You mean he’s climbed in your window before?!” “No, no! No, this is the first time. I just meant—social skills. Generally. I’ve given up on them.” Derek would be offended under normal circumstances, but there are no normal circumstances with Stiles, and he’s more confused than anything. Because when Stiles said, This is the first time, he was lying.
“What the hell is wrong with you? He’s seventeen! He’s the sheriff’s underage son! You climbed into the sheriff’s underage son’s bedroom window, Derek! Do you have any idea how much Mom is going to yell at you?” “Don’t tell Mom!” Derek yelps, thereby earning himself a really weird look from Stiles.
“What’s it like? Being familiar with an alternate reality? Having an educated guess about the possible future?” “It’s like playing three-dimensional chess with all the pieces making up their own rules. By which I mean it sucks, and I’m tired of it.”
“I do trust you guys, this is not about me. This is about you, and the fact that you probably trust the ice cream man just because he gives you ice cream. All I’m saying is, sometimes the ice cream man is a child molester.” This is getting really scary. “…Were you molested?” Stiles gives a stifled scream of frustration and throws up his hands. “Every time I warn you about something, I am not secretly talking about my own tragic past! Gah! This explains so much about you!”
“Can we actually stand back and let the adults handle it? Is that an option in this world? Because if it is, that is seriously the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me. Oh my God, Peter isn’t even insane. Make him handle it. Solved!”
“Did you love your Derek?” Stiles isn’t sure she understands how cruel some of her questions are. “My Derek is dead.” “I know. Not what I asked.” He’s starting to think she does know what this line of questioning is doing to him, and she’s asking anyway, grimly determined. Why? Don’t conflate your Dereks.
Possibly the thing Stiles hates most about himself is the way he’s always felt a sense of…what, impending loss? Even when he was a kid, even when things were so good, so perfect, when he had no reason to doubt they’d always be perfect, he’d been waiting. Waiting to lose it all. He was the world’s most paranoid eight-year-old, and that was before he started being proven right.
Bottom line: he’s never surprised by loss, and he’s always suspicious of his own happiness. He’s fucking broken inside, always has been. -
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“Sizhui, tell me,” Wei Wuxian says. “Does this feel... familiar to you?”
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After running into Lan Zhan on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian is cursed to live the same day over and over and over.
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Loved this so much!
WWX meets up with the juniors and LZ to take care of a resentful spirit in Sun Manor. LZ kills the spirit, but not before she curses WWX to repeat the same day over and over again. He spends many of the days learning as much as he can, and even learns another language, but gets frustrated when months upon months changes nothing. Things do improve when he tells LZ, but even that is only so helpful until he starts to romance LZ a little and then things are finally DIFFERENT.
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"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."
"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."
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I can tip whatever I want to.
"You can't tip me three hundred percent for a blowjob you gave me, you lunatic.”
As if Derek had heard that, another text popped up: I have literally more money than I want or know what to do with.
"That is a fucking dumb thing to tell a hooker, oh my God.""I know that any trouble you get into, he's going to jump into the middle of it to try to bail you out, whether that's smart or not, and then I'm going to have to wade in after both of you. So just save everybody some headaches and call me, all right? Anytime, day or night, if it's life-or-death or you need to borrow a cup of sugar, you call me. Understood?"
He was sprawled on his back on the bed, one arm slung over his face.
"Man, did I knock you out? I'm gonna go rifle your drawers now."
"Easier to just take my wallet," Derek said, waving vaguely toward his pants on the floor.Stiles tilted his head back and closed his eyes just for a second.
He opened them again to find Derek leaning over him the wrong way, in through the passenger door instead of across from the driver's seat. "Bridal style or sack of potatoes?"
"By the heels," Derek said, without any sign of surprise. "Head bouncing off the stairs all the way up."“That was the right thing to do. You know that, don't you? You were kind, you made a mistake. It's not your fault this guy lied to you and tricked you. You didn't do anything wrong, Stiles. Whatever keeps you alive is the right thing to do in a situation like that. You did what you had to do and I'm proud of you for holding it together through that."
"This is a thousand dollars."
"I would've tipped more but that's all the cash I had on hand."
"You should get a cheaper hobby. Like heroin."
"I tried that," Derek said, flashed a toothy smile. "I didn't like it.""Try to just enjoy what's happening. Don't expect it to go anywhere, just let it happen. Okay?"
"Sure. You're the boss."
Derek snorted, like he somehow thought he wasn't the boss here, and then he had his mouth on Stiles again.Stiles came up with a number that sounded fucking insane. “Five thousand dollars."
Derek flinched a little, exactly like Stiles had reached out and shoved him back a step. He nodded, said, "Could you wait here for a few minutes? I don't have that much on hand, but I can get it for you before you go.""I'm sorry I overtipped. I didn't mean to just ignore the rules. I won't do that again."
"I know, I just. There have to be limits. There are things I can't let you do for me. This is my job, you know?"
Derek nodded sharply, jaw clenching. "I know. I'll remember.""I could take you somewhere else. I could take you home, your dad--”
"I will jump out of this fucking car if you say another word about my dad, Derek, I am not fucking kidding." Stiles was vaguely, distantly surprised to see his hand on the door handle.
Derek grabbed a handful of his hoodie, squarely in the center of his chest. "I won't, Stiles, not a word, I'm sorry, I just had to--"
"Where the fuck even are we?” Stiles demanded, looking around. "Where are we going? What--"
"We're on 101, here, my phone has GPS, you can see."
Derek unlocked his phone and handed it over, grabbing hold of Stiles's shirt again as soon as he'd done it."It'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you. You know that, don't you?"
Stiles let out a laugh that felt like a sob. "Too fucking late for that, Derek. It already happened."
Derek's hand tightened in his shirt. "I'm sorry. You just--you stay with me. You've got me, okay? Even if--even if we can't find Laura, you've got me, and we'll be okay."
"Sure. But it won't change anything. My dad will still be dead.""I love you," his dad said hoarsely. "I promised myself, when you came home, the first thing I'd do was tell you I love you and I'm so damn glad you're home and safe, and we can talk about the rest later."
"This is Chris Argent. He insisted on introducing himself to me in San Francisco. He didn't think I should be hanging out with Derek and Laura."
His dad tugged on his shoulder when Stiles said insisted and by the time he finished speaking his dad had stepped firmly between him and Argent."So it was just trying to get me into the pack?" Stiles asked, testing that idea against the first few times he'd met Derek. "For Laura?"
Derek gave a jerky shrug. "I also really wanted you to suck my dick. You were ours, you weren't really a stranger, even if you didn't know it, and I hadn't let myself close to anybody in a long time. Full moon, bad decisions.""Would you still keep me warm if I didn't want to suck your dick? Or--sex at all, for a while? Maybe...maybe a long while. Not just because of my dad or the law, but. Would you still..."
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Derek's leather jacket keeps squeaking every time he moves his arm to shove popcorn in his mouth. Then the squeaking is replaced by crunching. This is officially the loudest Derek has ever been, and it's hilarious. Stiles can't help it, he's laughing quietly into his drink.
"Shut up," Derek says, because he knows, he must know."I understand if there's an emergency that you have to leave for. You have responsibilities, really a bunch of them, which aren't fun at all, and it's fine."
"There will be no emergencies," Derek says firmly. In a way that probably isn't supposed to make it sound like his entire pack is currently tied up somewhere, so they can't get into trouble."God, I thought it was a whole training thing, so I could be more helpful the next time we end up menaced by something supernatural. I figured you brought me here on my own so the pack wouldn't laugh their asses off when I ended up sucking at everything. Which I was giving you points for by the way."
"No," Derek says. Oh, and now he's clearly pissed that Stiles is taking away his points."If this is too much for you. If I'm not -"
Stiles treads on his foot, hard, to make him stop talking, before he says something awful.
"I never said that, don't even pretend I said that. Look, I like you, I really do. You have to stop worrying that you're going to do something stupid, and I'm going to call quits on the whole thing. But it works both ways. If I fuck this up, like I inevitably will, you have to give me a chance to fix it. Because I know you, you're like a one strike and you're out, kind of a guy. Which - I get that, kind of. I get why you're like that. But people are allowed to make mistakes and mess things up a little, and you have to know that's not fair. I mean I don't know what I'm doing either. I'm on the same page as you here. I don't want to worry that you're going to just, I don't know, drop me the second you start freaking out about my age, or the fact that I'm human. Or if I say something stupid that I don't mean, or something. We're making this work, and it's good, it's really good. But I still feel like we both kind of - we're sort of awkward at this, and it would be really easy to ruin it. But I don't want to do that, and I don't want you to do that.""You're allowed to repeat things you know. We can do stuff we've already done. We could see another movie, you could pick, unless you have awful taste and then I will veto all your choices - that was a joke, stop glaring. Seriously, doing things you had fun doing the first time isn't against the rules."
Derek seems to think Stiles is teasing him, either that or he actually thinks there are rules and is pissed Stiles hasn't shared them. He probably doesn't think there are actual rules...shit, are there actual rules? Stiles isn't exactly sure about that himself.This is a completely unexpected, and almost normal, last-minute emergency. A real life emergency - though he understands that considering everything supernatural related 'not real life,' probably won't be healthy in the long run. That's just asking for the next traumatic head injury to end up convincing him that he made it all up, and then where the hell would he be?
“Seriously I'm not exactly qualified for this, but there was no one else qualified, or volunteering. Or in the general vicinity. It was a small pool of applicants is what I'm saying."
"There, you're officially a veterinary assistant's, assistant's assistant. Which I suspect means you get paid nothing at all and have to live in the basement. Also, I get to boss you around."
Derek lets him, even past when Stiles's fingers stop being helpful and just drag indulgently through his wet hair. Because he knows how much he'd miss this, if he didn't have it any more, and he hates how often Derek makes him think about that.
"My choices haven't worked out so well." He makes it sound like it hurts to admit. "I've fucked up a lot of them." “You still get to make them." Stiles says firmly. “I just want you to be honest, and I want you to make the big decisions too. I want to know that if I do something crazy and stupid, like fall in love with you -" he swallows the lump in his throat, stiff and aching. Because, yeah, if he does something stupid like that. "That you'll stick around, and we'll work it out, all of it. Even when it's hard and you don't want to talk about it. The parts where we're both a little messed up. Where you have intimacy issues, and I have - I don't know - issues where I don't think I'm good enough, and all sorts of ridiculous crap like that. Because I'm seventeen and you can't leave all this on me. You have to help, you have to want this too. I need you to want this enough to stick around, when it's really fucking hard as well. I need you to want this as much as..." he doesn't know how to finish that, doesn't know how to say what he means without it sounding stupid.
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Doveport is a little community just trying to survive in the apocalypse. Elle finally feels like she’s found a home…and then she meets Negan.
This series is complete, but if you love Raise Hell and Doveport, I highly recommend the series The Marks of Running Ink by my friend Angela. She makes many references to Elle and Doveport, and I consider it a continuation of this fic.
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"Do you know why you are here?"
"...no."
"Then let me tell you."
Dean Winchester is 18 and has committed murder, kidnapping, torture and sexual assault. He doesn't know where it started. He just wants it to end. Cue in Mrs. Ellen Harvelle. She just wants answers. -
The Amazing Hawkeye by Westgate (Harkpad)
Fandoms: The Avengers (2012), Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, The Avengers - All Fandoms
17 Sep 2012
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Written for this prompt at Avengerkink:
It's like his superpower, he never misses. He's painfully aware that he is only human and trains his ass off to maintain his level of skill, but he never misses.
Until the day that he does.
It's a difficult shot, no one even cares that he missed, but he can't stop beating himself up about it. He can no longer justify to himself his place on the team and is convinced that it's just a matter of time until they get rid of him, but in the meantime he trains non-stop, pushing himself harder than ever before to try to be good enough.
It takes a while for anyone to realise what is wrong, and even longer for them to figure out what the problem is. In the meantime, all their gentle probing just makes things worse for Clint and drives him almost to the edge of a complete breakdown.
OR: How Jaques Duquesne fucked up Clint Barton's sense of perspective a long time ago and a slight mistake on an Avengers mission makes him lose it again.
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Clint climbed down off of the building and Cap was right there waiting for him.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” Clint said, right away, his voice tight with the pain from his hip and sinking nausea over his missed shot.
Steve gave him a puzzled look. “For what, Barton?” Then he saw Clint limp and moved to him quickly. “You’re hurt.”“That was a hell of a hit that roof took,” Natasha said, sitting down next to Clint. “You’re lucky the whole thing didn’t crumble.”
Clint nodded and looked over at her, and a lump rose in his throat so he looked away. His mistake could have cost her life and he couldn’t bring himself to hold her gaze.He shot for an hour, but realized the pain wasn’t hampering him like it was yesterday. ‘This isn’t punishment’, he thought to himself. Looking around the empty range, he pulled a knife from his pocket. He pressed it against his bicep, digging and twisting until his breath caught and sweat popped out on his forehead. He pulled it out carefully, watching the blood pool on his arm. Pulling a towel from his bow case, he wrapped his arm tightly, making the puncture throb.
He practiced for three hours, feeling every draw like a screwdriver digging into his arm.As he practiced, he found himself running a commentary in his head. They have video footage. I missed a shot and they have footage. I missed a shot and they have footage. Natasha could have been killed. Natasha could have been killed. Punishment. Practice.
He thought of after the circus, when there was no one there to make sure he was punished, yet he kept the knife from Duquesne and he carried it to this day. Coulson and Natasha just thought it was his favorite, but it served a dual purpose.
He didn’t hear the report that JARVIS gave to the Avengers, who had gathered for lunch when Phil returned early from Washington and asked that Clint be told to join them, saying that ‘yes, he’d asked Agent Barton to come but he didn’t seem to be hearing anything, and someone should know that his heart rate was dangerously elevated.”
He didn’t hear the shouts of “leave him alone,” and then “he locked himself on the fucking range, I’m not leaving him alone” from Natasha, who understood, and Phil, who refused to. He didn’t hear Tony telling JARVIS to override Clint’s request for the locks and he didn’t hear the door open behind him or Phil’s startled cry when he saw blood streaming down Clint’s arms and through his pants and soaking the front of his shirt.“You were injured in battle and missed one shot after making a hundred amazing ones. I just don’t understand.”
Clint looked at him and realized what he had said. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You do know what ‘amazing’ means, right Phil?”
Phil looked at him, puzzled.
“Bulls-eye every time. That’s what amazing means. SHIELD has plenty of marksmen who can hit their mark, so I have to get a bulls-eye every time.” -
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After the events in DC, Bucky needs a place to lay low, recover, and figure out what he needs to do next. Lily is the lucky girl whose house he breaks into when he's too hungry and tired to keep running.
'I debated just locking myself in my room and hiding under the bed until whoever it was went away but as a devotee at the altar of Insomnia I knew how time could stretch almost infinitely when you were waiting for something to ‘not’ happen and I was tired of waiting and would rather have a harrowing life experience than just sit there panicking in my bathrobe.
What can I say? I was exhausted and making bad decisions.'Series
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Progress. At least he’s not as jumpy as he was last night. He’s still Mr. Scary Face but it’s like the threat level has moved down from ‘Kill everything that moves,’ to ‘Watch closely and then maybe kill things.’ I can live with that.
I was eating my second cookie when Bucky came in off the porch. He strode over to the cup cabinet and proceeded to fill a cup with milk and dunk his cookies in it. With great annoyance. Whether that annoyance was directed towards me, the cookies, Hydra, (Hydra’s lack of cookies during his involuntary service), or anything else, I had no idea.
‘Did you finish it?’ I hoped all my questions wouldn’t upset Bucky, but talking about books at 2am was certainly better than lying awake angrily setting sheep on fire in my head.
A faint memory tickled the back of my mind—Steve was always ripping up his clothes in fights and Sara tried to teach him how to sew them back together again, but damn was that boy bad at it.
Hmm. Maybe I shouldn’t let him stitch me up.
‘Sam,’ Steve says to somewhere behind us. ‘Get what we’ll need.’
‘You sure about this, Rogers?’
Wrong thing to ask, pal. If he wasn’t sure before he’ll do it now just out of stubbornness. You’ve got a thing or two to learn about Steve yet.
I can almost feel Steve giving Sam a look. He always was good at looks.Steve finally finishes up and I risk a cursory glance down at the stitches I can see.
I blink. Good thing I heal fast, these are a goddamn tragedy. Steve’s jaw is tight though, so I don’t say anything. I might lift a slightly incredulous eyebrow at him. He huffs a small laugh and looks to the side.‘It’s okay, you know? He won’t—it’ll be okay.’ I tried to reassure them, but I was feeling less than eloquent. Steve believed me, but then, I think Steve would believe a tree if it told him good news about Bucky. Not that I blamed him. I’d probably believe the tree too.
You should be lucky I’m not siccing Steve on you, you’d really be in trouble then with over six feet of angsty Captain America forcing you to eat your vegetables and clean your plate.
(Steve had tried to pull the ‘eat your vegetable’ routine on me one night in the hospital, but I’d forced a piece of “broccoli” into his mouth and after he turned an interesting shade of red and had to seriously force himself to swallow he stopped bothering me. Tony snuck me French fries and told Steve that the potato totally counted as a vegetable. Steve told Tony to remember that he was Irish and knew Damn Well that a potato was a vegetable. That kicked off a very friendly bicker session that lasted almost two hours.)Unfortunately I could also imagine Steve’s kicked puppy look at being ignored, so that was the next thing on the list to fix. I’d seen far more of that look than I ever wanted too—it was even more devastating than Sarah Mclachlan commercials.
‘He’s in uber-guilt mode. He doesn’t always like to listen.’
‘You got that right,’ Steve said. ‘He’s always been stubborn.’
Sam raised his eyebrows at him. ‘That’s a ‘pot’ ‘kettle’ situation if I ever heard of one.’ Steve looked straight at him but his cheeks were definitely flushed.
‘I’m stubborn,’ I said, offended that no one had noticed.
‘We noticed,’ Sam said drily. Oh. Good.Tony grabbed my hand and forcibly put the box in it. For the lack of anything better to do, I opened it up. Inside was a cheesy plastic-y charm bracelet that featured the symbols of all the Avengers. You could buy something like it at any gas station or tourist shop. ‘Tony,’ I said deadpan. ‘You shouldn’t have.’
Tony rolled his eyes at me. ‘Yeah I know, I’m a giver. Once you put it on, it’s a tracking device. In fact, each of the charms are an individual tracking device, should you need to detach them and, I don’t know, leave a breadcrumb trail or something.’ Tony waved a hand dismissively. ‘Nobody should look twice at it, even scans won’t find much.’Sam gets this look on his face sometimes, like it deeply hurts him how eager we are not to talk about our feelings, but tough luck Sam. Feelings suck.
But it’s great, having Steve close by again. I don’t have to wonder what stupidity he’s getting up to because I can see it—see him doing it every day—and I get to ream him out afterwards for it too. Best part of my day.Thor’s in love, and he doesn’t care who knows it. He’d fly to the moon and draw a giant heart on it if it wouldn’t piss Jane off that he went somewhere fun without her. He’s always got this goofy grin when he talks about her, all proud and possessive. Like Jane is his, and he’s the luckiest god on earth.
I’m as bad as he is?