ZangetsuHollowIchigo

You sat at your desk, elbows resting against the hard surface with your face in your hands as you focused on breathing slowly. In and out. In and out. You were exhausted both physically and mentally from working this last case, another race against time to save a little girl from a serial killer and rapist. You had done your utmost but hadn't been good enough. You had caught the unsub, but at a high cost. You felt awful that you hadn't been able to save the girl. If you had arrived just a few hours sooner, maybe you could've prevented it. Before you could delve much further into this downward spiral of thoughts, a familiar voice piped up qui

She’d heard rumors about him not sleeping after New York. After the President was taken six months later, it happened even less so. Then Pepper left, and it was like he’d forgotten how to do it. And when he started working on the so called “Ultron Program”? He didn’t even know the meaning of the word. (Name) knew in the back of her head that he wasn’t alright. She could tell. He’d been a lot less coordinated, spending a lot more time on his own, and everything about Tony just seemed off. But they’d only been together a few months; She wasn’t about to press into him and find out what was w

You could stand a lot when it came to people. You learned to, through your past jobs, school and even at home. It was no surprise when people would take a second look at your or stop and stare and start a whispered conversation to their pal. You were used to it. You did stand out like a sore thumb, a very fabulous one in your opinion, but one none the less. If it wasn't the thick thighs, soft, big tummy and overall fluff factor you had going on with your plus sized stature it was the tattoos that flowed on different curves of your body that littered your skin like you were a walking canvas. I guess people around here weren't used to big

You groaned, clutching your stomach painfully. You and the Doctor had just been planning out where to go next, but for some reason your stomach was acting up. “__y/n__? Are you okay?” The Doctor asked anxiously, rushing over to you and pressing his hand against your forehead. “I’m fi-“ You cut yourself off, slamming your hand over your mouth and running out of the control room. The Doctor winced as he heard the door to one of the bathrooms slam shut, then the sound of something hitting the water. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, standing up and flushing the toilet. You washed your hands before y