do you ever read a book or even a really good fic that puts you through an emotional roller coaster and then you finish it and feel like doing anything else and moving on is a betrayal to the characters?
“Don’t worry,” Steve told him. “It’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll even be with him, where I’m going. Wouldn’t that be something?”
inspired by relativistic heat conduction.
a wallpaper version here :]
Memories of You and I [PG - Gen]
Fic by Akintay - Art by P.M
Sam doesn’t touch Dean’s things at first.
He puts Dean’s duffel bag inside the trunk, nestled carefully between Dean’s array of weapons. Ever since Sam can remember their bags have been the only privacy they really had, the only place to hide stuff, store something that you want to be just yours. There’s an unspoken rule that they can’t touch each other’s bags without permission that only got broken a couple of times when they were bratty, snoopy teenagers.
Even now this rule hasn’t changed for Sam. Because Dean will come back, Sam will bring him back. It’s just a matter of when. And then, once Sam has figured out a way to get Dean out of hell, he’ll want his things, and Sam knows Dean is going to throw a fit if they’re not untouched. One time, they stopped talking to Sam for a week when Sam borrowed a t-shirt from him without asking. Dean’s touchy about his stuff like that.
But then, a few weeks after Dean dies, Sam gets hurt hunting a wendigo, a big gash on his leg that require stitches. Their medical kit is stuffed with all kinds of crap, but the one thing missing is suture.
For a split second, Sam considers driving to the next store he can find, but he has blood seeping through his torn jeans and it’s the middle of the night and Sam knows Dean has the stuff he needs in his duffel bag.
Still, Sam hesitates longer than he should before he limps out of his motel room to the car. Dean might not like Sam going through his things, but Sam figures he’s going to like coming back to Sam having bled out in some motel room in the middle of nowhere even less. And it’s not like Sam is snooping; he’s not even really gonna look at any of Dean’s stuff.
Dean’s duffel bag is full of his things, which, yeah, is not surprising, but it makes Sam’s chest clench painfully. He riffles through t-shirts and jeans and button-downs quickly, trying not to think about it.
“A thread. Dental floss. Anything,” he mutters to himself, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. It works until his fingers brush against paper, thick and smooth. Without thinking about it, he pulls it out, curious, and before his mind catches up and tells him to stop, to not look at it because it’s Dean’s, he catches a glimpse of what he’s holding in his fingers.
Photos.
Feed The Body, Nourish The Soul
au where tony is a really avant garde michilen star chef who does crazy shit with LIQUID NITROGEN and FOAMS and MENTAL TASTE COMBINATIONS and steve is a classically trained chef who has turned his back on the snobbery of the classical kitchen to make food affordable and bruce is one of those guys who seems super quiet but once he’s in the kitchen he shouts at you in french and throws pans everywhere and shit and shield is a really weird high concept restaurant where like all the food is served in the dark and the menu is a secret and natasha and clint probably COOK IT IN THE DARK TOO and obviously thor is making BIG BOLD TRENDY NORWEIGAN FUSION FOOD NEW KID ON THE BLOCK OOH
and they all unite against loki who is an overly critical food critic I guess
Title: Feed The Body, Nourish The Soul
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: SEE ABOVE, SORT OF.
Warnings: None.
Notes: This owes everything to Frightfullytreeish except Smörgåstårta, which is the fault of shetlandowl. I’m not a chef, I’ve just read a lot of books about food, so my apologies for any inaccuracies. Also I wanted to say, at the outset, that I have nothing against the Food Network, chain restaurants, or seasoned fries. I actually love seasoned fries.***
TOBRU and War On Hunger are usually located next to each other. Not always, because War On Hunger is on wheels, but usually. TOBRU is one of the only restaurants in Manhattan that hasn’t run the War On Hunger food truck out of its territory, and Steve in his gratitude usually leaves them some chickpea chocolate cake or a plate of locally-made pasta to eat after closing time. Steve’s presence in the kitchen, sneaking in to stash food in the fridge, has become a regular occurrence.
The first time Steve fed Tony, Tony looked at him and said “Why are you such a fucking hipster?”
“Beg pardon?” Steve asked. He isn’t a hipster. Yes, he owns a food truck and wears suspenders, but that’s because he likes food trucks and suspenders.
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Crappy cell shot of a WIP fan art I’m doing for #scifigrl47’s Hollow Your Bones Like a Birds. I won’t be able to finish it till the fic is done, but I had the time to start it today while Lisa works out some GS script issues.
Aw, Clint. Clint, you poor broken baby. ((huuuuugs))
“What I never did is done…”
If I Die Young (excerpt)
2—Natasha
So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls / What I never did is done / A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar / They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner / And maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singin’ / Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’
~
The Black Widow glared fiercely at her opponent, heedless of her wounds. Her dress was torn to shreds, her fancy jewelry long since lost. It must have fallen off at some point during the chase or subsequent fight, but at the moment, a few million dollars in stolen gems was the least of her concerns.
This op had not gone as planned. She had never failed a mission before. But this one hadn’t even really been a mission, she mused. It had been a trap.
And she had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.
She was in an alley, back to the wall, with no conceivable way out of the situation. She scanned the surroundings to see if there was a way to use the location against the assassin who was here to kill her. She ran dozens of scenarios through her head, scrolling through every form of martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, and weapons training she had.
There was no way out, not this time.
“I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.”
If I Die Young (excerpt)
1—Bruce
And I’ll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom / I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger, / I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man / But it sure felt nice when he was holdin’ my hand
~
Bruce came to sprawled nearly naked in a crater of rubble. Exhausted, he lay there in shock, staring blankly past the few trees still standing, into a cloudless sky. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there.
What had happened? He had suddenly lost himself, everything becoming blurry and indistinct. His memory was faulty, tainted with waves of emotion, like nothing he had ever experienced. All he could remember was all-consuming rage and a sudden haze of green.
He could still feel it, simmering just under his skin, an itch he couldn’t scratch. He felt stretched out, pulled tight, like his skin no longer fit. He didn’t feel like himself. It was like some other person had taken up residence in the back of his mind, taunting him to smash everything in his way.
Title: If I Die Young
Author: Always_Worth_It
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson
Summary:I’ve had just enough time
There’s a moment that comes when there’s no hope, and all you are is alone.
