#gotta finish that bingo card though

[blooming-violets]

writing bingo: can i request "blindfolds" from the smut card? i love your darker stuff. would it be too much to ask for knife play and a dubcon style rp? if you're comfortable with that. thank you!

Blind, Bound, and Beautiful (Blindfolds prompt)

[tasm!peter x fem!reader]

TW: 18+ smut, this is a non-consensual role play scenario between two consenting adults, knife play (though no blood involved, more so used as a scare tactic/teasing of the skin), light bondage of arms, slapping/biting/choking/Peter generally being rough with his partner, in the work place after hours, overly possessive Peter for the sake of the rp, degrading kink mixing with some praise 

A/N: A bit of Sunday night smut for you. I gotta be honest and say that blindfolds don’t actually play a huge part in this so I apologies for that. I low key forgot what I was writing about and just went with the flow. My bad...

[Please refer to this [list] if you'd like to request a bingo prompt. It shows the already requested prompts. Most of them have probably already been requested tbh. Slow and steady, I’m working my way through them.]

The clacking of the keyboard filled the silent void of your office. It was later than usual. All of your co-workers had left for the night. Even the janitorial staff was already finished. They’d given you a key to lock up the front door behind you after you finally completed your work. The lights had been turned off hours ago apart from your single desk lamp to help illuminate your small cubicle with a warm, yellow glow. You had to finish this assignment before midnight. Your eyes drooped heavy at the strain of your laptop screen. They’d been staring at it for hours now. A loud yawn ripped out of your throat immediately followed by another. The clock on the bottom of your screen reads 11:52 as you hit the “send” button. Completed just in the nick of the time. 

A wave of relief settled over your tired body as you shut the laptop and packed it safely into your bag. You longed to be back home with Peter tucked safely in bed. Thinking of Peter, you were reminded that you should probably give him a call. He’d want to walk you home especially at this hour of the night. You fumbled in your pocket for your phone but came up empty. Your eyes scanned over your desk with no luck. You could have sworn it was sitting right next to your laptop before you put it away. 

That was strange.

Taking a seat back in your chair, you pulled open the desk drawer. It was unlikely you would let your phone accidentally fall into one of them but there was no other explanation on where it could be. As you rustled through files in search of the bastard, you failed to take notice of the figure lurking in the corner ceiling of the dark room. The figure silently lowered itself to the ground and stalked around the cubicles towards you. It was only once a large shadow threatened over your desk that your eyes widened in fear. A quiet gasp fell from your lips as your hair was forcefully grabbed and your head snapped backwards. Your hands reach behind you to claw at the intruder arms, fingernails digging along a thick coat sleeve in a desperate attempt to reach the skin. 

“No! Stop,” you managed to yelp out. “Let me go! Help! Help me!” 

A heavy, raspy laugh followed your cries. You knew that sound well. It didn’t stop your heart rate from speeding up though. That sound of his dark laughter always left you feeling uneasy. You were spun around in your chair and shoved back against the desk. A masked man stared back at you. It wasn’t the mask you were used to. It lacked the familiar red and blue webs with large, exaggerated eyes. This one was simple. A black ski mask. One a robber might wear to conceal his face. Those undeniable, deep brown eyes stared back at you. Your body relaxed ever so slightly at the sight of his eyes. 

This man would be the death of you some day. Peter Parker always had a flare for the dramatics. He loved his games. 

“Looking for this?” He held up your cell phone in his hand. 

You swallowed and tried to swipe for the phone. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” Peter held the phone away from you. He kept his knee pressed between your legs to hold the chair in place against the desk. “What’s a little thing, like yourself, working all alone at such late hours for? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be in a building like this all by yourself? Anyone could break in. Anyone could find their way up all those flights of stairs and wander the halls looking for fresh victims. Imagine if that person walked past this room and caught a glimpse of a sweet, vulnerable woman working all alone. Imagine what they might do…with no one around to hear her scream…sounds rather dangerous, doesn’t it?” 

You licked your drying lips, “My boyfriend knows I’m here. He’ll be here to pick me up soon. He knows I’ll be done by midnight.” 

You could almost imagine the smile toying on Peter’s lips under the mask. He flicked open your phone, the bright light reflecting off his eyes, and scanned through it. 

“That’s funny,” he mentioned. “I don’t see any messages from him. Shouldn’t a good boyfriend inform you that he’s on his way? Shouldn’t he check up on you?” 

“I trust him to come on time. I don’t need him to tell me when he’s coming or going. He’ll be here.” 

Peter leaned forward. His masked nose brushed against yours as you pressed yourself further back against the seat. He let out a soft growl, “Who’s to say I didn’t meet him downstairs already? Who’s to say I didn’t already end his life? I’ve been watching you, you know. For so long now. That pathetic excuse you call a boyfriend could never give you what I have.” He reached out to trace the back of his hand down your cheek. Even though you knew it was Peter, you still flinched at his touch. He was selling the character well. “When I see someone like you, walking around in that tight skirt and crisp, button up shirt, a typical office bitch, I know exactly what it is you’re missing. All you office whores are the same. You all crave the same thing.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him with a locked jaw, “And what’s that?” 

“A big, thick cock to fill that dripping cunt.” Peter grabbed a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck and jerked you to your feet. In one swift movement, he had kicked out the seat from behind you, and spun you around to slam you face first against the desk. You let out a cry of pain as your cheek came in contact with the cold metal. 

“No!” You whimpered. “My boyfriend will come for me. He’ll find you. He’ll stop you.” 

Peter laughed, a cruel laugh, one that made the hair on your arms stand up. He pressed his hips into your backside and leaned over you, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I already took care of him for you.” 

The sound of a knife flicking open hit your ears. He presented a black, tactical pocket knife, one he usually kept under his pillow while he slept, and dangled it in front of your vision. 

“You bastard,” you whispered. You struggled against his tight hold. “Let me go!” 

“Now why would I do that? We haven’t had our fun yet.” 

Your arms were forcefully yanked behind your back and something sticky bounded your wrists together. You pulled at the bondage holding you and found it to be nearly unbreakable. You knew that material well. There was only one person strong enough to snap it apart and, if he wanted you tied up, then you would be tied up until he said otherwise. 

With your hands safely bound, Peter tugged on your shirt collar to pull you back up from the desk. He slowly turned you around to face him. He waited until you were watching his face with a hateful stare before pulling off his mask. His sweaty, brown locks stuck to forehead and he gave his head a shake to fluff them back up. You almost smiled at his little antics, finding the action to be more adorable than menacing, until you remembered the part he was playing. 

As if to remind you, his hand jerked up to ensnare tightly around your neck. He easily lifted you off the ground as you sputtered and choked, feet widely kicking out at him, to place you into a sitting possession on top of the desk. The second he released you, you gasped for air, your eyes wide with panic. 

He gave you a cheeky smirk, “Now, tell me, are you ready to have some fun?” 

“No, you can’t do this. I won’t you let,” you give him a subtle, tiny nod as you speak your denials. 

“That’s too bad because I’m going to take you regardless of what you want.” 

The cold, smooth back of the knife presses against your cheek. He slowly drags it across your jaw and down your neck. Your eyes widen and lock with his as you hold your breath. Is he finally going to give in? Is today that day? You’ve only been begging him for weeks to introduce a new element to your sex life. It was something you’d secretly desired for so long. The danger of it all excited you. Peter was hesitant at first. He didn’t like the idea of doing anything that would involve cutting you. He promised he’d read up on it. He promised he’d do his research so he could do this properly. He told you he’d let you know if the timing was ever right. No blood. That was his one rule. Tonight would finally be the night he gave in to your fantasies. 

Peter scoffed, “I can feel you salivating for this, you little whore. I knew you’d be into the freak stuff. I told you. I’ve been watching you. I know everything about you. You want this. You crave this. You want to be held at knife point and taken against your will. That’s exactly what your body is telling me.” 

Your eyes filled with tears, either from happiness that this was finally happening or because you were really getting into your part, you weren’t entirely sure but your vision blurred, “No! You’re wrong. You’re disgusting! You’re not going to get away with this!” 

“Shut up,” Peter brings the knife up to the soft spot underneath your chin. The tip of the blade presses against your flesh. You know he’s got a death grip on that knife but adrenaline still floods your veins at the feeling of the danger. “You don’t speak unless I tell you. You’re starting to bore me with your pleas. You speak another word out of line and I’ll slice this blade across your neck as easily as I did to your boyfriend.” 

Your lips pressed together and you find yourself holding your breath. 

A large grin spread across his face, “That’s a good, little whore. I knew you could follow simple directions. It’s good to see there’s a brain in there somewhere.” He takes a deep, labored breath, his shoulder’s relaxing. “Let’s begin, shall we?” 

The knife slides down the front of your throat to rest against your breast bone. Your head tilts to follow the path of the blade with a watchful gaze. 

“No, no.” Peter snaps his fingers at you with his free hand. “Eyes up here. I want you looking straight ahead. You don’t get to have that satisfaction of watching. Do I need to blindfold you?” Before you can shake your head “no” he’s already decided. You can see it in his eyes. His hand slips into his back pocket to pull out a dark handkerchief. With a quick spin, he fashions it into a perfect blindfold, tying it tightly over your eyes to cast you into the dark. “There. That’s better. Blind, bound, and beautiful. Exactly how I like them.”

The blade returns to your collar. After everyone had gone home, you’d unbuttoned the top three buttons in an attempt to get more comfortable while you worked. Peter slid the knife down until you felt it stop at the tip of your cleavage.

“Do you always have your tits out while you work? Like I said, all your office whores are the same. Desperate for attention. Desperate to be touched. You’d throw yourself at any walking cock if it meant he could satisfy your needs. Don’t worry. It won’t be long before I empty my load inside of you. I’ll make sure to take very good care of you.” 

The anticipation of having him inside of you mixed with the cold steel of the knife sends a shiver through your body. You can feel your nipples harden with excitement. You don’t doubt that Peter can see them pressing through your shirt. Not even your bra could contain the thrill you were feeling. Your chest heaves with heavy, ragged breaths. His large hand wraps back around your throat with a soft squeeze. 

“Calm down,” there’s amusement caked into his voice. “There’s no need to rush things. We have all night. What do you think your boss will say when he finds you stark naked and covered in cum on the office floor tomorrow? Think it would excite him? Do you think he’d seize the opportunity to take you for a ride too? We both know he’s thought about it. You see how he looks at you. You’ve seen his eyes wander. Is that why you wear your shirt so low? Do you want him to fantasize about you? Does it turn you on to know that he jerks off to the thought of you?” 

You bite your bottom lip and hold in a whimper. One of your buttons pops open with the help of Peter. It was the last button clinging on to keep your breasts from spilling out of your shirt. Your simple, tan bra is now fully exposed to him. He’s gone quiet and you don’t like that. When he’s speaking, you know exactly what he’s thinking and planning. Your ears perk up to listen. His weight from between your legs is missing too. You move your foot around in an attempt to find him but he’s no longer there. 

You resist the urge to call out for him, biting your tongue instead. 

Suddenly, you're thrown into the air and tossed over his shoulder. Your black heels clatter off your feet to the floor. You try to reach for something to hold onto but your arms are tightly secured behind you. Peter’s arm wraps around your legs as he carries you somewhere through the dark. You don’t dare to speak without permission but you squirm around to make it more difficult for him. Within seconds, you’re slammed back down onto your ass on top of a hard surface.

“I thought I would make it easier for him.” Peter’s voice fills the air. “I thought I’d fuck you right on top of your boss’ desk and leave you tied up here for him to find tomorrow. A little present. A cum filled pussy waiting to be fucked by him.” 

The realization of where he had brought you filled you with horror. If your boss ever found out…

“Peter, wait-” You were cut off with a sharp slap across the cheek. A quiet, excited moan escaped your lips at the sting. Peter very rarely slapped your face like that despite your begging. He was fine with spanking but face slapping was something he only pulled out when he was in a particular kind of evil mood. It was enough to shut you back up. He could fuck you anywhere he wanted. You no longer gave a shit as long as he kept using you like this. This was exactly what you wanted. You had asked for this. 

Cold steel fell back against your skin, grazing over the tops of your breast. It sends an electric heat straight to your core. The anticipation was so high that it filled every inch of your body. Almost unintentionally, you begin to rock your hips against the desk, trying to find some kind of relief. 

“Oh, poor baby,” Peter coos at you with a mocking tone. “Do knives turn you on? Do you like how this feels?” He pressed it deeper into your skin which coaxes out a soft whine from you. “Do you want me to free you?” 

You silently nod in response. 

The knife slowly cuts through your blouse. The remaining buttons pop off as the knife slices over them and you can hear them bouncing off the ground. You imagine your boss finding one tomorrow and wondering where it could have come from. Peter lazily eases the fabric away from your breasts. His hands roam up your sides. You don’t have to have sight to know that he’s admiring what he’s uncovered. He always liked to take his time to simply stare at your body. You wished you could see the look on his face. 

“I think this needs to go,” he says as his finger slips under your bra strap and snaps it against your skin. 

He could have easily reached around to unlatch the garment but he instead chooses to saw through the front of it instead. Lucky for him you chose to wear a bra with no metal wiring today. Unlucky for you, your clothes would be unsavable after this. Part of you wondered what you’d be wearing home. Nothing ever stayed fully intact when Peter was around. 

Each time the knife sawed through the thicker material, the point would poke into your skin and cause a jolt of energy to surge through you. With a final snap, the cups fly off to the sides as your breasts are finally free from their captivity. You hear Peter give a pleasant sigh at the sight and you respond with a quiet whimper. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He whispers close to your ear. 

Your breath hitches and you shake your head, “No. Please. Not like this. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Just let me go.” 

“Oh, honey. You poor, sweet thing,” he chastises you. “We both know that’s not going to happen. Tonight you’re all mine. No matter how loud you scream, no one will hear you, I am going to win. We’re up so high. Your cries won’t reach anyone. The entire building is empty. It’s just me and you. You can beg all you want but it won’t change a thing. I am going to touch you. You can’t resist me.” 

Both his hands reach out to graze over your breasts. He cups them softly, feeling their weight, and giving a light squeeze. His thumbs start to slowly caress around your nipples. They’re straining to be pinched. As if he can read your mind, Peter plucks each one between his fingers. A low moan rumbles at the back of your throat and you arch your back to push your chest closer to him. You hiss as he gives them each a hard twist. Pain shoots through your chest. 

“Do you like the pain?” He murmurs. 

“No,” you cry. “Stop. I don’t want this.” 

“Oh really? That pain doesn’t make you wet? Not at all?” 

“No,” you whimper. 

Peter gives a dry chuckle. You feel him reach behind your back to rip open the webs binding your arms. They fall freely to your side. Your freedom doesn’t last long. Before you can move, his hand is around your neck and he slams you onto your back. Your head bounces off the wooden desk as you grimace at the pain. He quickly pins your arms back above your head and, within seconds, they’re webbed in place above you. 

“Was that necessary?” you growl through gritted teeth. You can already feel a headache approaching from the collision. It caused some of your excitement to sour. 

The blindfold is lifted from your sight. You blink up at the dark ceiling of your boss’ office. Peter’s grinning face is glowering down at you. 

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” There’s no trace of apology in his voice. 

You clench your jaw and scowl at him. 

He raises his brows like he’s waiting for an answer. When you give him none, he reaches out and gives your nipples a hard twist. 

You cry out in pain. A flood of pleasure rushes to your core and you squeeze your thighs together. 

“Like I was saying before…the pain…are you sure it doesn’t turn you on? I have a suspicion that you’re lying to me.” His gaze lingers down to your legs held tightly together and a smile flicks back onto his lips. “There’s one good way to tell.”

In a single, fluid motion, he rips the pencil skirt from your body. You’re left in nothing but your nylons and black panties. You knew the second he catches sight of them, he would be treated to the ever growing damp spot soaking through the fabric. 

The knife appears back in your line of sight. Your heart rate speeds up. Peter places the flat end of the blade to rest over your nipple. The coolness of the steel seeps into your skin and you can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling. You can hear Peter’s breath now. He’s gone quiet as he admires your body. He lazily drags the dull end of the knife across your skin as he looks at you. 

“Someone as pretty as you needs to be dripping in cum. Your body was made for this. For me. You were put on this earth so I could fill that cunt with my seed. You’ll never get rid of me. You’re mine.” He flipped the knife over so the pointiest part was pressed against your sternum. “Are you ready?” 

You knew the question was being asked by Peter, not the character he was portraying. He was giving you an out, as if you hadn’t begged him for this for weeks. You quietly nodded, holding your breath. 

The knife scraped against your skin and you let out a low moan. He dragged it slowly down your body, pressing hard enough to leave a scratch behind but not enough to fully break the skin. It felt better than you could have imagined. You fought to keep your body from wriggling around too much, trying to stay still to help his precision, but your brain was being flooded with endorphins. 

“Ooh, fuck,” you moan. Tears prick at your eyes. You don’t want him to stop but he’s reached the top of your nylons. 

The knife is placed carefully on the desk beside you. 

“Time to find out if you were telling the truth or not,” he whispers. 

His fingers grips into the crotch of the nylons and, with a loud rip, he pulls them apart. His tongue tuts at the roof of his mouth. 

“What’s this?” He asks. 

Peter’s fingers gently brush against the soaked patch of underwear. You whine, your hips bucking. 

“It looks like someone is a little liar. I thought you told me pain doesn’t turn you on?” He pulls back the fabric of your underwear and slides his finger over your slit, coating it in your slick. He brings it up to your face. “What’s all this then?” 

Your breath hitches in your throat, a single tear rolling down the side of your face. You desperately need him to touch you now and you respond with nothing but a desperate whine. 

“What’s that?” Peter asks. “Did you want something?” 

You lick your lips and let your eyes close, “Touch me.” 

“Sorry, you were speaking too softly. I couldn’t hear you. Could you say that again?” 

With an annoyed gasp, you shout, “Touch me! Please. Please. I need to cum. Please.” 

Peter smiles, satisfied with your answer, “I’ll do more than touch you.” 

You watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his pants. He shimmied out of them and tossed his shirt off into the growing pile of discarded garments. Your eyes feasted over what sprung forth between his legs and you bit your bottom lip. Peter was beautiful. No matter how many times you saw him naked, it never failed to send you into a silent awe. 

“Like what you see, darlin’?” He boasted. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head away from him, “No. This isn’t right! You can’t do this!” 

A soft kiss pressed against your temple. It was an unexpected, tender moment to throw your brain into a sense of confusion. Your legs were lifted and feet placed onto the desk as Peter leaned over you. He coaxed you with gentle kisses along your jaw to get you to turn your head to face him. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. 

You obliged, turning your eyes to meet with his.

“That’s a good girl,” he mewled. 

He kept his gaze on you as he began to nudge at your dewy core. Your mouth opened into a silent gasp when he surged against you, the thickness of his velvety shaft pushing past your entrance and sliding between your tight walls. Your body eased around him, a soft sigh falling from your lips. For a moment, you forgot where you were. For a moment, it was just you and Peter, locked in an infinite embrace. Connected. Moving as one. 

“There you go, baby. That’s it,” he murmured against your lips in between soft, drugging kisses. “Feel me stretch you out. Relax. Enjoy it. I told you, your body was made for me.” 

His words brought you back to the game you were playing. In a moment of horror, you realized you were currently being fucked on top of your boss’ desk. Panic seized you. 

“Wait-” You shout. “My boss! You can’t do this!” 

Peter froze for a moment. His eyes quickly studied your face to judge if you were acting or not. You weren’t entirely sure yourself. But, when no safeword came, he continued. 

“That old fuck? Don’t worry about him. He won’t know a thing. I was planning on leaving you here for him to find in the morning but, after feeling how good this pussy is, I think I’ll just keep you for myself. I’ve got a wonderful basement you can stay in.” 

His lips found your neck and he left wet, sucking kisses down the length of it and over your shoulder. When he reached the end of your shoulder, he sank his teeth into your flesh. 

Any worries about your boss washed out the window and were replaced with the wonderful stinging pain of the bite. You wanted him to mark your flesh with his teeth. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he eased in and out of you with a slow, steady rhythm. Too slow for your liking. He was teasing you with the pace he was keeping. Teasing you to the point of madness. Soon enough, you were unable to think, only feel, as he worked you up. 

Gradually, Peter began to rock a little faster into you. Every stroke sent ripples of heat coursing through your veins. Your nails dug into your palm as he took you with tortuous, delicious thrusts. His heavy breathing mingling with your soft pants. A thrilling tension started to wind tightly in your lower belly. His hand fumbled for the knife, clutching it up into his grasp, and holding it against your neck. You could feel it pressing into your skin and your eyes rolled back in your head at sensation. You loved the danger of having it so close. 

“I want you to take every drop of me,” he grunted. “I want to watch as I fill your belly full with my cum. I want to mark you as mine.” 

You wailed as his hips thrust harder into you. The entire desk was rattling under you. His hand not clutching a blade to your neck sought out your breast. He pinched at your nipple, gripping onto it tightly, as he let out a ragged breath. Your hair had tumbled out of the bun it was this morning and lay in a tangled mess around your head. Your gasps were getting louder and the feeling in your stomach was growing. You could feel yourself losing control of your body. 

Peter resting his forehead against yours, keeping steady eye contact with you, like he was looking straight into your soul, as he slammed harder into you. Your hips rose to meet his urgent thrusts and take him deeper in a dizzying pleasure. Every delicious stroke stretching you out made it harder to breathe. You writhed and bucked against him. The ball of fire growing in your stomach until it exploded. You let out a loud cry, a scream ripping from your throat, as you finally came. 

Peter dropped the knife and clutched your head between his hands. He wanted to stare into your eyes as he came. Each further stroke of his cock inside of you only caused your body to jerk with overstimulation from the lasting effects of your orgasm. You were crying out with each thrust. It was almost reaching a point of being unbearable when he gave a final grunt. His face scrunched up, hands ripping at fistfuls of your hair, as he jerked within you, a heavy hotness spilling deep into your womb. 

He gasped for air, his body collapsing on top of you, with labored breaths. You wished your hands were free so you could hold him. Instead, you resorted to nuzzling the top of his head and finding comfort in the familiar scent of his hair. Peter gave a soft sigh followed by a quiet whimper. You knew the game was over now. 

“Give me my hands back, Pete.” You whispered to him. 

He lazily reached up and easily ripped the webs off your wrists. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tracing over his spine. 

“Thank you,” you muttered. “Thank you.” 

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[gabessquishytum]

so idk if you have thoughts already about the incest square on your bingo card but uh. if not. might i suggest dream/hob/destruction. because someone on the dreamling discord once mentioned dream and destruction passing hob back and forth so he's being fucked in the dreaming and the waking at once and i uh. have not stopped thinking about it since. really any varation of dream and destruction sharing hob (and the two of them getting closer in the process) is something i am insane about??

(also unrelated but. you've gotta read this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/44854096 like you've GOTTA. run don't walk.)

-🐈‍⬛

So by weird serendipity I have literally just finished my fic for the incest square, and was about to post it this evening lol. I was in a bit of dark!dream kick and dwelling on the relationship between dream and desire... more on that later though.

I'm entirely obsessed with destruction and hob becoming fwbs during the period where dream is gone, and when dream comes back he has to deal with the fact that his brother also has a claim on hob now,, dream nearly having a YOU DARE moment and destruction getting him to chill out,, good content my dude. The brainworms are INTENSE. I want Hob to get railed by these idiots, immediately.

Tldr Dream stop having chemistry with your siblings!!! And Hob stop having chemistry with Dream’s siblings!!!!! I can only cope with so many wips at once!!!!!!!!!

Also. I hope @mallory-x won't mind me tagging them here but Holy Shit, I need you to know how much I (and clearly 🐈‍⬛ anon) appreciate the fic linked above. Just wow. Your sub Hob is just *chef's kiss*. I salute you 👏

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob x destruction #hob x destruction

[innerslumber]

You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

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"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times. 

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot. 

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond. 

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.” 

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”

#hmm i guess this is more than a snippet lol #my outline for this fic is ridiculous #i love angsty Bucky lol #steve is gonna get tackled so much #tee hee #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #sports au #football au #wip #wip game #ask game #thank you for the ask!!

[lampmanliveblogs]

Uh oh.

Looks like the Blight siblings are grounded. That’s not good, Amity’s gotta be there. If not as part of the Hexside Alliance, then to help Luz out. Luz is gonna need all the power of love she can get to protagonist her way through this.

Although… this might help them convince Alador to flip that switch.

I feel like I should make a joke, hold on…

Odalia: ”Hiding behind trash, Amity?” Amity: ”I apologize, I mistook it for you.” Amity: ”Oh, I’m sorry, I was dumpster diving for a better mother figure.” Amity: ”I think it’s unfair that you’re calling me out for hiding behind a bunch of trash when Ed and Em are still hiding behind a massive pile of garbage. Oh wait, that’s just you.”

You can now cross ”Character quote” off your Lampman Bingo card.

Meanwhile, over at… I think they were in Latissa? Meanwhile over at the CAtTs headquarters, the briefing of the big plan is just about to begin. The reason why I paused here instead of listening to the whole thing is because I noticed something odd.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but… have we ever before seen Eberwolf sitting normally before? I didn’t know you had it in you buddy.

Anyways, I guess I should also mention that Eda advised King to keep his status as a Titan a secret for now. Child of a god-like giant or not, he’s still just a little guy. And unless he gets a surprise growth spurt in the next few hours or so, he’s gonna stay a little guy.

Oh, and they got their hands on some coven scout disguises which will no doubt be useful in the Plan. Let’s hear it Sickan.

The plan itself seems sound enough. But remember what I said before? About how a heist where the audience knows the plan beforehand will inevitably go wrong? It’s not going to be that easy, is what I’m saying.

Like I predicted, the plan relies on using Eda’s curse to corrupt the spell and cancel it out. The tricky part is that she will have to take over the role as Bard Coven Head Witch, including the sigil. Not sure how they’re gonna go about that, Eda does not have a great track record when it comes to disguises. None of them know any illusion magic either… well, maybe Steve knows some. He’s the only one with access to any type of magic.

I like that Lilith offers to take Eda’s place as she now shares the curse with her. She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, but I feel like she wants to do it to apologize again for the curse, and perhaps more importantly, redeem herself for all the bad things she did as part of the Emperor’s Coven.

As Eda points out though, Lilith has only had the curse for a little while and she doesn’t know how to control it properly. I’m just saying, we haven’t seen her with a cool harpy mode (even thought it would be totally awesome)

And don’t think I don’t notice how uncomfortable Raine looks, they’re clearly not happy about Eda being put on the frontline. I get they want to protect her, but Eda is an adult who can make her own choices. And, well… the world is at stake here.

Oh, and I almost forgot! Darius mentions that Belos made sure there are replacements for all of the Head Witches. Presumably if one of them calls in sick. Hey, it’s that time of the year now, everyone’s been sick.

And, well… do we know of any method Belos has used to replace people in the past?

Grimwalkers, I talking about grimwalkers.

Okay, I guess I DON’T get to find out what Luz’ palisman is this episode, because she made an egg for it to hatch from. Still, you know what hatches from eggs? Titans! King got his wish from last episode after all!

Also, birds hatch from eggs, so it might still be a bird like I predicted.

The previous shot showed this weird little family embracing each other lovingly. This one shows them more from a distance, smaller, and with the Emperor’s airships moving slowly overhead, as if to symbolize the enormity of what they’re up against.

While Eda and the other grown-ups of off to save the world, Luz and King will head off to rescue Amity (and I guess Ed & Em can come along too). Luz hesitates, as she wants to be there too, and lets face it, she’s the main character, she’s going to be there once all the action goes down.

(boy, will i look like a fool if it turns out Luz never makes it to the head in time)

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e20 #clouds on the horizon

[bereft-of-frogs]

Thanks for the tag @hettolandija! Also I think someone else tagged me in this a while ago. Possibly multiple someones. So I am very sorry I forgot who that was and it was a very long time ago. Onwards:

🎨 favourite colour: Dark green to dark blue and everything in between. (Like all the blue-green shades...stunning.)

📖 currently reading: I just finished Battle Scars (while I was supposed to be working ha, couldn’t help myself) (I don’t know how anyone comes away from this book not being obsessed with Cere) and I think next I’m going to reread This Is How You Lose The Time War because all the hubbub has been making me want to reread.

🎶 last song: R-Evolve, Thirty Seconds to Mars. Ok look, Jared Leto is a terrible person but he had a pretty decent alt rock emo band when I was in high school and it unfortunately embedded itself in my brain and my ‘time capsule’ playlist is really fun to run to

🎬 last movie: The last movie I actually sat down and paid attention to was Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3. The last movie I had on in the background while I was writing was...lol Paranormal Activity.

📺 last series: Ghoul on Netflix which was just okay plot-wise, but pretty fun horror effects and atmosphere. I also finished it last night (it was only 3 episodes) so I’ll need to pick a new one tonight. I’m also rewatching Community.

🍴sweet, spicy, savoury: I think they all have their place, but gotta end with a sweet.

🤤 craving: Something sweet. I have nothing.

☕ tea or coffee: Coffee, 100%! I actually don’t really like tea, except for Lemon-Ginger with honey when I’m sick.

🤓 currently working on: I’m just happy to be working on anything. I feel like I’m still sort of finding my footing after being a mess of writer’s block and anxiety for months. I have a whole bunch of drafts that I could feasibly finish: the murder mystery fic I started posting last night, something for my bad things happen bingo card (which I haven’t forgotten about!), this one other thing about a grave, or the super long wip about a serial killer (though I think I’ve fucked up the timelines might have to be scrapped), or my magnum opus about death gods and rivers I swear I’ll finish one day.

I’ve got lots of options! I’m no longer stuck in that anxiety spiral! (Knock on wood lol) Exciting! As usual, please consider this an open tag as I have no idea who has already done this meme or wants to or...etc. Open tag! Go forth!

#thanks for asking!

[harpywritesfic]

Look at me, a wants-to-write-but-blocks-themselves-because-the-first-letter-I-type-down-has-to-be-perfect-fanfic writer.

I've been hoarding various prompt lists like whumptober and fluffbruary. I even snatched myself one of those ironstrange bingo cards in hopes I could fill one of prompts in a year. But now half of the year is over and my card still empty.

I feel like a failure 😞

ah, you've come to the right place. abandon your perfectionism, all ye who enter here. this is a land of unedited drafts, fics written in a haze of hyperfixation, caffeine highs and/or mental breakdowns. i've mastered the art of "good enough".

remember- writing is messy! the process is messy, and the product can be messy too. in a sense nothing people write is ever truly 'finished'- there's always room for improvement. that's how art works, in my humble opinion. try to find enjoyment in the process, not the product. as the artist, your own work will always seem imperfect. but that doesn't make it any less valuable.

it might help to know how i write most of my fics. maybe my method isn't your style, but i'll walk you through it anyway since it might help.

sit down to write. or write standing up. where isn't important. what matters most is you've got an idea or a prompt or an anything that makes you want to write.

word barf. this is the very rough draft phase. throw out everything you know you want to have happen into the doc. try not to read over what you're putting down (the messiness of it all can be daunting). mine often are made up of unfinished sentences, half-baked scene ideas, 'they do x and then y", mixed with some finished portions. if you get stuck, you can always come back, and you'll already have a little something on the page :)

splice and dice. this is where i put my scenes in their order (if they weren't already, it rly depends on what you're writing. sometimes it's linear, sometimes it's not). biggest thing i use this phase for is working out where i need transitions between scenes, where i need to expand my "x then y" bits into writing, and and where i can just put a empty line with a "-" in the center to indicate a new scene.

flesh it out. i get stuck here a lot. this is the step where you weave your scenes together, write your dialogue, fill in your placeholders. it's okay to just skip parts and come back to them. some parts, if they're really giving you trouble, can just be removed entirely. you're the writer- it's up to you. choose your battles.

(optional) editing. sometimes i just don't even bother, especially if i know i'll hate reading what i've written (if this happens to you, it's best to skip the editing! a few mistakes are no big deal. i find it easier to just throw it to the wolves (readers), who are usually very nice and rarely point out mistakes. they're not picky). sometimes editing is just a quick pass for typos. but you can also get into it a little more, really go elbow-deep, and edit to improve things like flow, pacing, tone, and other boring stuff. totally unnecessary, though. if you hate this step? skip it.

it took me maybe a year to feel comfortable enough to post something i'd written. and it's okay, too, if you don't feel comfortable posting anything. you can never post it. or you can do it anyway. sometimes i say to myself, "i want to read more of this specific ship/trope/situation/dynamic/whatever" and i make it myself. they say to write what you want to read, and that's even more true for fanfic. there are people out there who want to read the same things as you. sometimes you gotta look your fear in the eyes, quote Freddie Mercury and say, "I'll fucking do it, darling."

having said that, this might be most important- it's okay if you never post anything you write. fanfic is something we do for fun- there is no failure. the most important thing is to enjoy yourself. there doesn't have to be any finished product- just enjoy the process.

i hope this wasn't too ramble-y or anything. my brain works in strange ways, so this might be totally unhelpful. who knows! but i'll post it anyway, in case it is.

#answered

[chryzure-archive]

BECCAAAA I'M WATCHING SEVERANCE AND I'M TENSE AND SCARED BAHHHHHHHHH TALK ABOUT YOUR AU SO IT'S WORTH IT PLZ (IF YOU WANT TO <3) I'm about to watch episode 4 rn and I'm so tense I gotta break to listen to music or smth ;;;;

AAAAHHHHHH, I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN AT LEAST!!! EP 4 THOUGH.... OHHHH, YES, OKAY, I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO FINISH IT BECAUSE //SCREAMS//. THE LAST COUPLE EPISODES ARE SO. FASCINATING.

So my AU!! Honestly, I'm nervous to say specific things and spoil too much, so I'll just talk about little things :) I'll start with the Mr. Milchick figure in my AU is Elias Bloom because he's the same level of creepy. He actually really unnerves Chrysi when she starts--she hates that he's always there. Icky. Icky, icky.

OH, the Perpetuity Wing scene! I was thinking Cassian was the one that made all the bingo cards and left Simeon out because they are sworn enemies, even though they're coworkers. Simeon would 100% be the kind of person to be like "Wow, isn't the Founder so inspiring? It's okay to cry." And Cassian silently marks a box on the bingo sheet. Why won't Simeon say anything new down there <//3

THE JACKS BEING MADE THE NEW LEAD OF THE MDR DEPARTMENT IS SOOO FUNNY, JUST BY NATURE OF KNOWING THAT HIS OUTSIDE SELF IS A BITCH. "You're the new leader now" "Me??? Are you sure about that??" Me, on the outside: "Yeah, ARE you sure about that?"

Speaking of Jacks, the scene where Chrysi wakes up in the room and Jacks messes up the entire opening quiz is HILARIOUS. She grabs his book and starts the whole tug-of-war and he, very genuinely upset and alarmed, shouts, "WHY ARE YOU STRONGER THAN ME?" And imagining Chrysi hurling the radio at his head makes me laugh :)

Side note: Can we talk about how sad it is that they have no music down there, besides the blandest tunes Milchick decides? It hurts me, specifically. I would also try to get out by all means.

AH, speaking of the escape attempts... you get how Chrysi would 100% do all of that? She has no clue why her outie keeps refusing her and eventually it boils over into the whole elevator scene. I actually wrote Jacks's POV on that and it makes me so sad because... he walked into that elevator after they got Chrysi down, he blinked, and then when he came back, she was gone--because a whole day had gone by. It's actually really chilling.

On a lighter note on the escape attempts, Jacks genuinely thinks her attempts are smart! He praises her, even though he knows he shouldn't. As a result, he also doesn't report any of her attempts to escape, which a) gets him in trouble, and b) ends up making Meredith (the Mrs. Cobel/Mrs. Selvig character) decide that Chrysi needs to go to therapy. Where she meets Azure :')

That does mean that I want the whole "If we threw an coup, I'd skin your face off and wear it as my own" "Won't they recognize my face, then?" "I'll turn it inside out" convo between Chrysi and Azure because... it's jst them. That's their banter. That's how they spoke to each other in the outside world.

Sighs... this AU hurts sometimes ;;;;;;

I don't know who I want to be Petey because I don't want to kill anybody. I care too much for everyone :(((

That's all I've got right now! My brain's a little fried frm the fever + the nap I took earlier, but!! Good luck with the rest of the series! I hope you enjoy it :>

#severance au #.asks #m.filly✨ #chrysijacks AND chryzure coexisting in this au in the worst most painful way possible... i love it

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 352

Inherit the Earth

I can’t believe I’ve done it. After this, there’s only Carry On left. How have I actually watched all 15 seasons of Supernatural this year?? I also can’t believe I’m gonna have to wait over a week to finish the show

“Inherit the Earth”

Plot Description: Sam, Dean, and Jack face the vacant world Chuck has left them with, which they seem powerless to fix. But giving up has never been the Winchesters’ way

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: considering the boys and Jack are the only ones left alive (for now?????) I’m guessing not

Jack asking where Cas is 😭😭😭 as much as we say Jack has three dads, Cas was his DAD and then the boys were like Uncle Jesse and Joey

I GET that they’re only in one small Minnesotan town and couldn’t possibly get news of anywhere else because who would report it, but constantly calling everyone you know has gotta be some kind of self harm, Sam

What IS happening with Jack? Why are all plants dying if he gets too near them??

Honestly, how Dean hasn’t started drinking is…..ok, he’s at least cracked open a cold one

Dean’s list of priorities when it comes to what Chuck needs to restore after they give him what he wants shouldn’t be so funny. HOWEVER, it goes “the people, the birds, Cas”

The fact that they keep saying “you can’t do that” to GOD

I’ve been wondering if there were still monsters……..a DOG? A dog made it out alive? Dean named the dog Miracle…and he’s fine. That’s so fucking mean. I’d kill Chuck myself if he ever tried to take Megumi from me

WHO LIT THR CANDLES IN THIS CHURCH?!

What good is having an archangel if he can’t even open a book. Sure it’s God’s Death book, but come on!!

THIS IS CLEARLY A TRAP, DEAN. THAT’S NOT CASTIEL. Omg…

Istc if we get Gabriel back too…

After the whole Nick thing I forgot how much I actually do enjoy this actor. Him as Lucifer is so much more entertaining. He’s just like, yeah I was in a silly goofy mood before you had to kill me but I’m back now and we can be a TEAM again

Omg!! Luciiiiiii you got us a new Death!! Just in time for Christmas! (He brought a reaper with him and then killed her, making her the new Death)

Ok I went to look up Death’s actress because she looked kinda familiar. Turns out, no. But man, yeah, she DOES look like the kind of person who would be in like a dozen hallmark Christmas movies (I mean that completely neutrally. She just has that look)

Just once I’d like to address a room I just walked into with the solution to our biggest problem by using the gender neutral greeting “Asshats”

And she was right to. Just because she’s only been Death for an hour doesn’t mean she’s not been a reaper for longer than that. Doesn’t mean she’s not been around since the dawn of time, Dean Winchester. You’ve been around for, what, a little over forty years? Cute.

Lucifer literally calling Michael a cuck was not something I had on my 2023 (or 2020) bingo card, but of course Lucifer betrayed them all…he’s always wanted to he dad’s favorite

God…that was centuries and millennia and…ten seasons coming. The FINAL final showdown between Michael and Lucifer

How are both Michael and Lucifer so Touya coded? Though Michael could also be Shoto…their collective disappointment in their fathers’ actions when all is coming to a close, even though anything said fathers would do would only make matters worse, but to not even reach out to the person who could help fix things?? Maybe??

It’s so funny in this penultimate episode that we’re still getting scenes of them doing research

Not Michael dying toooooo

I feel like we’re not seeing Jack for a Reason as Chuck absolutely WAILS on the Winchester boys

Oh was that a voice falter in that “hey Jack,” Chuck??

Really to think that this whole show started as a monster of the week and now they’re fighting LITERAL GOD

Oh so that’s the deal with the plants…they (somehow) turned Jack into a power vacuum but like literally. He just sucks it all up himself to be able to stand toe to toe with Chuck

They’re not gonna kill him, are they? They’re taking a less merciful route. Is Jack the new god????

This is brutal!! They’re goin on about how this is the ending where Chuck gets old, gets sick, dies, and no one cares or remembers him. Damn…I mean, it’s fitting but damn. They got god BEGGING

Here’s my question. Did Jack turn back time to the point where everyone disappeared?? Or is everything a few days or hours off FOREVER now? (This will likely not be answered)

MIRACLE IS BACK!!!! But probably going to their actual owner….

Jack IS the new god. He’s gonna make me cry with this goodbye speech

How was this not the finale?? This would have been a good finale. It’s ending with both of the boys alive and free and driving to classic rock while a clip show of important moments plays

Why did they ruin it all with the actual finale?? It could have and should have ended here. All they’re gonna do is kill Dean in a really stupid way and then make Sam live a long life without his brother while wearing a bad party city wig and then die

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[blancheludis]

A/N: @iron-man-bingo square: “So you betrayed me with Uncle Rhodey.”

Fandom: Marvel, MCU Characters: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, James Rhodes, FRIDAY Tags: Family, Fluff, Humor, Dad Tony, Precious Morgan Words: 2.244

Summary: “I said I didn't want to be disturbed," Tony snaps at FRIDAY, wondering why he bothers to put the workshop on lockdown at all when that is going to be ignored anyway.

"Distress calls from Miss Morgan take priority over that," FRIDAY replies coolly.

Tony is moving before she has even finished talking.

---

Blue, Tony thinks, is the perfect colour. It reminds him of the sky – not the dark nothingness of space but the hopeful stretch of horizon he could get lost in while flying. It is also the colour of the dress Pepper wore when they first danced and Tony first realized that she is his home in more ways than one.

It makes sense to paint her suit blue. Tony is nowhere near the point where he has to make decisions about the paintjob, however. More even than the War Machine suit, this one will have to contain all the security measures Tony can think of and more on top of that. He might have been lax about these things with his own suit, but the most important thing is his family.

“Boss,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupts Tony’s smooth motions while he spins the holographic specs in the air in front of him.

Now that his concentration is broken, he notices that his hands do not move as steadily as they should, but he dismisses that thought. He is still in the planning stages. Before he does not do any of the actual work, he does not need to worry about trembling fingers.

Tony glares at one of FRIDAY’s sensors. He has muted her hours ago because she kept reminding him to take a break or relayed messages from Pepper ordering him to do the same.

Ever since moving out to the lake house, Tony has become much better regarding his working hours. He has more important things to take care of now. He still cares about rebuilding and bettering as much of the world as he is capable of, even after failing to stop Thanos, but his family will always come first. His daughter most of all.

This is important too, though, he thinks as he stares at the plans for the suit he is going to call Rescue. He has talked about this with Pepper a dozen times over the years, begging for her permission to build her a suit. He has never meant for her to go out to play vigilante like he did. It is a simple safety measure.

Life has become quiet since the Snap. Tony’s fears have come to pass, the ultimate enemy has come down from the stars and wiped out half of the universe. That does not mean that the danger is over or that Tony has stopped being afraid. On the contrary, fear has become so familiar, and he has now more to lose than ever. He has gotten lucky once, and Tony does not trust that fate will spare him again.

His nightmares have changed now but they still come. Some nights he dreams of entering his daughter’s bedroom and finding nothing but a pile of ash on her bed. Some nights, he calls out for Pepper and gets only silence in return, the house utterly empty. He is still seeing the dead bodies of the Avengers too, joined by his family. Sometimes Peter is there, asking why Tony did not save him.

Often when he wakes from these dreams, Tony’s left arm is aching, accompanied by his stumbling heartbeat. It is a constant reminder of his own mortality. He has never minded that before, but now he has something worth living for.

The Rescue suit is a contingency. He is fond of those. Just in case has been his motto since Afghanistan beat What could possibly go wrong? right out of him.

“Boss,” FRIDAY repeats, causing Tony to stop his work unwillingly.

“I thought I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.” Despite his irritation, Tony hears the fondness in his own voice. He cannot be angry with his robotic kids for doing their job.

“Distress calls from Miss Morgan take priority over that,” FRIDAY answers, the merest hint of sharpness beneath her words.

Immediately, Tony is alert, the Rescue suit forgotten in front of him. The only reason he does not move yet, is because he needs to know what kind of trouble they are talking about and whether he needs to activate the security system, although FRIDAY should have already done that.

“What happened?” Tony demands, the well-known feeling of fear settling in his bones.

“Do you want me to open a –”

“Yes,” Tony cuts her off.

Despite his expectations, no video feed comes up on the screen. That means Morgan is either out of range of any of FRIDAY’s cameras – which is almost impossible anywhere on their grounds – or the situation is not as dire as Tony immediately feared.

“Daddy?” Morgan’s voice fills the workshop, containing an unmistakeable tremble.

Tony is moving even before she falls silent again. “I’m coming,” he promises and wishes he could guarantee that he will always be there for her.

The workshop door opens smoothly for him as if he has not ordered a complete lockdown hours – perhaps days – ago, and Tony takes two stairs at once on his way up. He realizes too late he has not asked where Morgan is, but that turns out to be unnecessary because he finds his daughter sitting on the couch in the living room, healthy and whole, beaming up at him, and surrounded by candy wrappers and an empty jar usually filled with homemade cookies.

“Dad,” Morgan squeals when she sees him, her tone the complete opposite from the fearful quiver it was the few seconds ago it took him to come up from the basement.

Tony skids to an abrupt halt, his heart still racing, while his mind tries to catch up with the fact that there is apparently no emergency, that his daughter is all right.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tony sees a shadow moving from the living room off towards the kitchen. He recognizes the slightly too smooth gait of Rhodey, still aided by the braces Tony made for his legs, and that is the only reason he does not rain hell down on the supposed intruder.

“Morgan,” Tony says, when he has calmed enough to feel the smile he has automatically directed at his daughter. He steps into the room, but does not get the chance to say anything further because Morgan jumps up and throws herself into his arms.

Tony catches her without hesitation. From up close, he sees the remains of more than one juice pop smeared across her mouth, but he lets her press her sticky face against his shirt anyway. It is not like he is much cleaner after his working binge.

For a long minute, Tony just holds on to her. Her warm weight in his arms will forever be a miracle, making him fall in love with her a little bit more every day.

“What happened?” he then asks, in this quiet, soft tone he did not know he could produce until the first time he held his new-born daughter.

“You’ve been gone forever,” Morgan answers immediately with a small pout. “Mummy said you’d have to get it out of you,” she continues, obviously quoting Pepper, “but Uncle Rhodey said you sometimes need help to get out of the basement.”

Tony has not even known that Rhodey planned to come over. None of them is actually good at sticking to plans, of course, with the notable exception of Pepper, and that has only gotten worse since Rhodey joined the universe-wide efforts of bringing some semblance of order back for all of them after the Snap. These days, he is as likely to travel through space – willingly – at Carol Danver’s side, as he is to stumble through their door, demanding some real food after weeks of alien slush.

For decades, Tony has missed his best friend, wishing his work would not keep him on another continent so often. Now, there are usually whole galaxies between them, and that is infinitely worse. Although Tony is glad for Rhodey to have found his place in this new world of theirs, and a budding romance too, although he keeps denying it. Carol, of course, is much more open about it.

“Help?” Tony asks his daughter, at once grateful and sad that she does not see anything strange about her space-travelling surrogate uncle.

Morgan nods happily. “He gave me lots of candy so I would try to sound sad when Fri called you.”

Tony tries to look stern but guesses his amusement must show, because Morgan’s smile turns wicked. “So you betrayed me with Uncle Rhodey? You and FRIDAY both?”

He will have to have a serious talk with Rhodey about appropriate measures and the allowed sugar intake of four-year-olds, but he cannot help but be glad that Rhodey is still here to pick up his slack, just like he has done since their MIT days. Without that, Tony would have never made it this far.

“No,” Morgan insists, frowning, “we helped.”

Tony turns so they can both look at the veritable battlefield on the couch. “And ate our whole pantry out of sugar.”

Not chastised in the least, Morgan giggles. “Juice pops are in the cooler downstairs,” she corrects him without the slightest trace of shame. “We only took the cookies from the pantry. Uncle Rhodey brought the candy.”

“Of course,” Tony says slowly but cannot pretend to be mad.

With Morgan still in his arms, he walks over to the couch table and gets a tissue out of the box Pepper keeps there. Morgan squirms when he wipes at the juice pop smears in her face but does not try to get free completely. It always warms Tony’s heart when she seeks his company. He cannot remember ever having done the same with his own father – not that it would have been encouraged.

“But you feel all right?” Tony asks once Morgan looks less like she has tried to turn juice pop into makeup. “No aching tummy?”

Morgan shakes her head but then looks at him earnestly. “I missed you.”

The worry in Tony’s chest unknots, making him feel all warm and happy. “Missed you too, hon,” he says. It is the complete truth. Ever since Pepper told him about the child growing in her, Tony has loved his daughter, more than he ever thought he could love anyone. “I didn’t notice how long I was gone.”

“Uncle Rhodey says you can’t read clocks,” Morgan says, no judgement or anger at his long absence in her tone. Tony really does not deserve someone as perfect as her. “Maybe I can help you.”

Biting down on his smile, Tony nods. “That is a very good idea.” The need to have a serious talk with Rhodey grows bigger by the minute. “Now, how about you brush your teeth while I greet Rhodey?”

He turns towards the stairs but stops again when Morgan grips his shirt right over his heart. “You can’t be angry with him.”

Amusement spreads through Tony but he keeps it from his face. “Oh? Why not?”

With complete innocence, Morgan answers, “Because he helped me bring you back.”

Tony sighs to mask the way he melts inside. “All right,” he agrees, inclining his head. “I won’t yell at him. Too much.”

He is rewarded with another brilliant smile. “Love you, daddy.”

And Tony, who has always been afraid of love because he never quite thought he deserved it, feels like nothing has ever been easier than to smile back at her and say, “I love you too.”

With that, he puts her down on the ground and gives her a playful shove towards the stars,

“And put that candy out of your pocket. You’ve had enough,” he admonishes lightly. “And don’t tell your mum about this or she’ll have my hide.”

Morgan laughs even while she shakes her head. “Mummy loves you.”

Another wave of warmth spreads through Tony. “She also loves sensible and healthy life decisions.” They share a conspiratorial grin, secure in the knowledge that they are a family and nothing will change that. “Now, off you go.”

Morgan makes a face, purely for the sake of making her protest known, but turns towards the stairs. Tony watches her go and does not say anything when she leaves the remaining candy in her pocket. She is the biggest miracle of his life. There are so many things Tony would change if he had the chance, but he cannot regret where life led him because he would not change having her for anything.

Once Morgan is out of sight, Tony turns around and strides off towards the kitchen. “Rhodey,” he yells, and swears he can hear another giggle from upstairs.

They all know he is not mad at Rhodey but that he will make a show of it nonetheless. He also knows that Rhodey will hold the coffee machine hostage, which is a fool-proof method of getting Tony to agree to inane schemes like proper self-care.

Whatever irritation Tony has felt at Rhodey and FRIDAY’s deceit has mostly drained out of him already anyway, softened by his conversation with Morgan and the exhaustion he now feels creeping up on him.

His work is important, especially since it concerns his family’s safety, but he has missed Morgan, and her immediate needs will always mean more than Tony’s contingency plans. Tony is sure he will take a break from going down to the workshop at least until Rhodey has left and Morgan and Pepper are asleep again.

Spending time with his family is the most precious gifts of all.

#iron man bingo 3000 #dad tony #tony stark #morgan stark #iron family #family #fluff #humor #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction #guess I'm on a morgan roll #gotta finish that bingo card though

[omg-just-peachy]

hot for teacher | sambucky

a tiny thing based on this post by @samwilsonsimp and encouraged by @pansy-moon 😌 also a fill for the modern/no powers square on my sambucky bingo card!

1.1k, teacher au, sunshine sam and grumpy bucky, ft. peter and ned

also on AO3

****

The lunch bell just finished ringing and Bucky is about to take a sip of his coffee and get back to his book when he hears his classroom door open and close. He turns in his seat to see Peter and Ned slip in, looking at least a little bit sheepish.

Bucky lifts an eyebrow. “Back again?”

He watches Peter nudge Ned and pretend to look hurt, his face contorting hilariously. “You’re not happy to see us? Isn’t spending your lunch with people who actually talk back to you better than mumbling at a book, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, tries to keep his smile to himself. “If I wanted that I could eat in the teacher’s lounge,” he counters. “But come in.”

“Isn’t the teacher’s lounge like a million years old? Do people really smoke in there?” Ned asks, flinging his backpack onto a nearby chair and sitting on top of a desk.

“What, no. Not for years. Who told you that?”

Peter shrugs. “Everyone knows.”

“Well, no, no smoking, though the walls are so yellow clearly people did at one point. Disgusting habit,” he says looking between them. He doesn’t try too hard to impart wisdom on the kids outside of class, but he wouldn’t have them smoking if he could help it.

“Aw, you do care about us,” Peter sing-songs.

He’s making some kind of complex looking airplane out of a sheet of looseleaf, and Bucky wonders not for the first time why he doesn’t spend his lunch periods in the physics lab, or with his other friends.

“Also, I don’t think drinking your bodyweight in coffee is a much better habit than smoking. Have you ever heard of water?”

Bucky smirks despite himself, shaking his head. “Something’s gotta help me deal with you gremlins.”

“How many cups is that today? Five? Twelve?” Ned’s looking at him eagerly, like there might be a prize if he guesses correctly.

“Three,” Bucky defends. It is five, actually, but he wouldn’t be giving them any more reasons to look smug.

Peter and Ned look at each other, exchanging some kind of secret exchange that Bucky can’t make out. Knowing them, they’re probably tracking his coffee intake like he’s one of their lab experiments. He’s about to go back to his book — The Secret History won’t read itself for the third time — when he hears the door open again, and this time Sam— Mr. Wilson — comes in.

Sam smiles at Bucky, and it only grows when he spots Peter and Ned. “Hey, guys!” He sounds truly delighted to see them. “You all set with an idea for your project?”

“Hey Mr. Wilson,” Ned says, getting up and exchanging a complicated handshake with him.

Seriously, only Sam would have a secret handshake with his students. Sam is the AP US History teacher, and easily one of the most beloved teachers in the building. It’s for reasons like this, really, his ease with the kids, the way he’s encouraging without being overbearing, and helping them learn even when they don’t realize they’re learning.

It’s fascinating to watch, and Bucky finds that he’s almost envious of him. Almost. He knows he doesn’t have half of Sam’s patience or extroversion needed to be that kind of teacher, which is usually fine with him, but still.

“We’re gonna work on it this weekend after Peter’s, uh… plans,” Ned says. This earns him an elbow to the side, and Bucky wonders again what’s going on with them. Ned’s always making comments like that and causing Peter to look all panicky, like he might run off at any moment.

Sam nods, encouraging them not to wait until the last minute, and the boys smile and nod along in that way teenagers have when adults are speaking, even adults they like. Peter jumps in, telling Sam about their grand plans for the project, and some research they’d already started on. Bucky lets most of it slip away as background noise while he pretends to read his book. He’s pretty sure no one talks as fast as Peter Parker, so he can’t keep up with most of it even if he wanted to.

“What about you, Mr. Barnes, doing anything fun this week? Haunting any libraries?” Peter asks, when their conversation with Sam finally reaches its end.

“Yeah, Mr. Barnes, what’re you up to this weekend?” Sam asks. He leans back against one of the desks and looks at Bucky expectantly, which makes Bucky’s face heat in that annoying way it has when Sam is around at school and looking at him like that.

Bucky glares at Sam, and Peter and Ned share another one of their looks when they think he isn’t looking.

Bucky puts on his best scary teacher face. “Nothing you three need to know about,” he says, but when Sam’s lips quirk into a smile, he sighs. “Going to my sister’s for a barbecue, actually, and doing some writing. Maybe catching up on some of the grading I don’t get to since someone is always in my classroom.”

“Thought you might like the company,” Sam says, at the same time as Ned says, “Just admit you like having us here!”

Bucky sighs, sips his coffee. “I’ll admit nothing.”

*

“They were totally flirting, right? I mean… Mr. Barnes looked like a full on tomato when Mr. Wilson looked at him.”

Bucky shouldn’t be hearing this. Wishes he wasn’t hearing this, but Peter and Ned aren’t known for their discretion, and their voices carry down the nearly empty school hallway. Bucky’s only even here because he was filling in as staff advisor for the school paper. He’s always reluctant to volunteer for these things, yet always finds himself saying yes when someone approaches him after some planning meeting.

It’s not that bad, Bucky can admit that, even if it does mean longer days at school and more time sitting in traffic.

“I dunno…” Peter shrugs. “He’s impossible to read. Though Mr. Wilson is like, the nicest guy ever, and if anyone can decipher Mr. Barnes enough to make him laugh, it’s probably him.”

This makes Bucky smile, even if the idea of students discussing his love life makes him cringe halfway to Sunday.

“Guess we’ll never know,” Ned says, and with that, he closes his locker and they disappear out the door and into the cool afternoon sunshine.

Bucky gives them a few minutes head start before following them out the door and out to Sam’s waiting car.

“How was the newspaper squad?” Sam asks, leaning over and brushing a kiss over Bucky’s lips. “What’s the breaking news of the week?” He teases, knowing exactly how Bucky feels about this stuff.

“You making me blush like a schoolgirl, apparently,” Bucky mutters. He meets Sam's warm brown eyes for a long moment, even in the fading, late afternoon sunlight, they seem to glow with a warmth Bucky's sure he will never get used to.

Sam laughs as he pulls out of the parking lot, letting Bucky fill him in on the conversation he overheard on his way out, face heating all over again when Sam’s hand lands on his knee for the remainder of the drive.

#sambucky #sam/bucky #winterfalcon #also in this in my head peter is spiderman and that's why they act all shifty! #tbh i would like to expand this someday but #for now: this #my fic

[surely-galena]

Notes on Main Story 6.2

I had so much more to say here than in 6.1; 6.2 was so good!!

Will also be mildly theorizing about episode 7 in my overall thoughts section (after going through 6.2), so just a heads up for that :D

[Notes on 6.1 here]

Okay, first up? No courtroom level at the end of 6.2. A cycle's definitely being broken here...

6-16

Yeah I'm just gonna put down the "you're here early" comments as a Vyn sleep schedule thing on Zak's bingo card

"I've already hacked it" LUKE! PEARCE!

Ohh Luke's symptoms acting up and Vyn being suspicious (and Marius too!! Maybe we are edging closer to an NXX reveal)

"If I fall asleep in the board meeting later, I'm afraid I'll end up on the news again" -- hmm seems like there's a story there, Marius

Ooh group chat function in the main story is cool (love how they also coded in the pictures you chose as their profiles)

Ah yup Artem telling off the group chat as usual. Classic Artem

6-18

Ah yes, Darius "sometimes I really hate you lawyers" Morgan. When will he ever get the chance to sleep

Hmm maybe the leverage place is where the climax will be? We'll see

6-20

Ava has some really good lines, like the "ooh how pretty you all are" rather than immediately going on the defensive says a lot about her character

Ooh implications that Ava could have murdered her husband? The plot thickens

6-22

We knew Heirson was shifty, but there's a lot more to it than at first glance. Lovely

Marius referring to himself as a "good boy" -> likely references how young he really feels in his position in everything -- NXX member, CEO, etc. Which is true, he's incredibly young, and this small scene (aside from the "she ghosted me :(" part) is an interesting inclusion

Vyn? with coffee?? For once??

And also okay, I see what we're doing here. Cutaways for everyone so Artem doesn't get all of the attention, hehe

Vyn thinking he's being "too passive"? Vyn, consider the logistics. If you're passive, what does that make Artem and Luke?

Also interesting that Vyn talks about "[losing] to the others" (which... is potentially a character issue that needs to be tackled? Like... being in a relationship (platonic, romantic, etc.) shouldn't need to be a game to be won)

Agatha Christie book on Luke's bed, spotted!

Small Aaron cameo, yay :)

"Give her the stage, and watch her finish the show." We're getting some really good lines today

6-23

Why is Syter harrassing clients at the Themis Law Firm reception?

Honestly, that's hilarious (not for the clients though, my sympathies to them), like: dude, that's not your law firm? don't you have something better to do with your time?

6-24

My suspicions of leverage/drug place being the climax location are heightened

6-26

"had once gone to a haunted house during a team building exercise" -- SSR Loving Memories reference? (If so, then that brings up the question of the correlation between the main story timeline vs. the card story timeline. I do not want to think about that just yet)

Ah yes, the creepy music. Well done ToT soundtrack

"Don't worry. I'll protect you" dude you're one person, where's your backup (I get what the writers were going for, but I still can't help but think that maybe the two of you shouldn't have gone alone?? Bring Luke and Vyn and Marius along? Get support from Darius? Oh the joys of hindsight from the 6.2 trailer)

Also the moment is sweet and all but now should not be the time for holding hands!! (where is my bingo card gotta get out my bingo card)

Artem's ears are pierced?? Did he get that done on his own? With Neil? Kimberly? Or was it because Bryan thought it was something the 'hip kids' would totally be into and brought him to an earrings place in an attempt to bond with his son? However it happened, I am Surprised (and also that totally opens more possibilities for character exploration! it's not a bad thing at all!)

Comments aside, the walking rig is nicely done! The way ToT animates is so fascinating to me

Whoa getting a lot of illustrations this scene! That's cool

First we get Vyn drinking coffee and now we're getting Artem with tea? I shouldn't be so surprised, but I want to do something with this information... I'm just not entirely sure what yet

Oop, back to walking rig.

Oh yeah... communication barrier between Artem and his parents due to lack of time with them

Kimberly, jokingly: You shouldn't wear glasses, how are you going to get girls otherwise?

Small Artem, perfectly serious: Yes Mother. I see what you mean.

Kimberly: Uh, kiddo? I was joking...

Temperature, humidity, and oxygen panel I see you

Oh good, choosing to waiting for Darius.

Huh, playing bridge. I know that's not really an age-limited thing, but I'm still imagining young Artem walking into the club and playing a couple of games with miscellaneous parents and aunts and uncles and grandmas/grandpas

Ohh, a cage with controllable oxygen level? Oh no

Wait... were the 'released' thralls actually killed? Maybe because they knew too much?

I can't believe we're getting the walking rig four times XD (well I guess it's deserved, the team probably worked hard on it)

Also, hey, uh. Walking rig? I see that fire extinguisher in the background... is anyone planning on setting something on fire?

Yooo Sam, the Artem learning how to tie a tie topic is back again

Lil Artem reading math magazines in middle school... I've said it once and I'll say it again: what a nerd (affectionate)

6-27

"Only one of you can live" between Jerry and Naomi? Ooh the conflict

"I'm just curious if all men are the same"? Uh, Ava? That sounds like your backstory coming back to haunt you

(But as a plot thing, with the thralls and the traps and the layers of it all, that's gripping)

Oh, good on Darius for warning them!

Also they have an NXX emergency number -- fantastic info to have on hand

6-28

Here we goooo

HA THE CAGE! Chekhov's gun goes out the window, it's Chekhov's cage now

Oh no not the villain slow clap; Ava's having too much fun

Whoa whoa whoa Jerry's the torturer? Ouch...

Ava, m'am, with all due respect, you need some help

First of,, my condolences to Artem, secondly, Ava's actually really clever here. By forcing MC to watch Artem get beat up, Ava's essentially torturing the two of them -- meaning that either one will have to give in at some point, or so she thinks (ah, yup, and Ava does vocalize that as well. huzzah)

The ease in which Ava says "Then let's all die together"? Truly fascinating for her character. She's honestly the most interesting villain so far, at least for me

And then Ava going on to VILLAIN MONOLOGUE to MC? She's such a fun villain

Ohh the cage thing making it as seem as if it's Artem vs MC? And the whole 'only one can live' in parallel to Naomi vs. Jerry and Ava vs. her classmate? That's so good THAT'S SO GOOD I am loving this conflict

Man, Ava has a good villain laugh

Ohh... murder suicide? ...Then there really isn't any need for a dramatic court case after all

Also: after going through both routes (save Artem vs. save MC, I think I like the save MC one better (she has to run out and find the hammer, it's so cool), although both routes are still pretty in character)

6-29

YES Marius and Luke and Vyn are back!!

And we have Artem bringing ToT back to the whole justice and hope idea again

Thank you MC, for taking away Artem's tablet

Marius sending the fine for the helicopter to Themis Law Firm 😆 (and also it was because he hadn't applied for a flight permit that day, that's hilarious)

Love how the safety first thing is coming back to bite Artem "oh MC will be much safer with me" Wing and that the rest of the NXX are just. rubbing it in. Now that he's okay, it's free real estate for the rest of them (and I am going to personally interpret the teasing as loving and as a found family thing, but if you don't interpret it that way, that's cool too!)

And Luke offering resistance training is very sweet

Overall thoughts

I love the investigating Jovi thing leading into a cliffhanger, we're truly kicking off the main story now that all the introductory cases are over (and I'm also guessing this is going to lead into a Marius episode, we're not stopping now!!)

And I think episode 7, if it doesn't cover Jovi, could maybe give us more info on the Tyson Turner / Simon Bloodworth cases, there's still plot to uncover in that area and that'll be fun

Overall the second half of episode 6 was so good! I honestly really enjoyed it, Ava is such a fun villain and the tension and plot complications were so well done (esp the last couple of chapters; those were so, so fun!)

Here's my final Zak bingo card (unfortunately only 1/3 of the Baldr trio showed up, so no bingo this time... crossed off a lot of boxes though):

#tears of themis #artem wing

[alkalinefrog]

may I request your top 10 favorie lawlight fics ?? I’m really interested

AIGHT BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP because I’ve got a lot of feelings about these! Also, people have been asking me for fics featuring:

Ryuk shenanigans

yagami sibling hijinks

whammy kids found family

----- from my bingo card I made a while back. Tbh, I put those on the list to try and manifest the energy into the universe hoping people would bring fics to ME about them lmao. I do have a couple that check the boxes though! 

Also thank you to everyone who’s been recommending me fics!! You’ve all hit the nail on the head and sing straight to my heart! I’m just slow to make my way through them between work. <3

GOING UNDER THE CUT (rip mobile users)

Aight here we go, in no particular order:

“Change OR the one where L and Light get married” by @translightyagami (I’m so sorry I keep tagging you in these alsfjkalsfdj)

The one I never shut up about and am adapting part of into a comic because it’s just that GOOD. :’’’D Light and L get married in front of Watari and Light’s family back at the Whammy orphanage in England. A melancholy yet painfully sweet tale as Light and L reminisce on their history together while getting ready for the ceremony, and their first night together afterwards. Single-handedly sold me on Kira being intrinsically part of Light to boot.

“the forest holds strange creatures” by @translightyagami (I’m sorryyyyyyy I just love your stuff)

An AU where Light’s a paranormal researcher and L’s a reclusive cryptid living in the forest next to a small town. The writing has a fairytale feel to it, and the romance is so gentle. Light’s bunking at Whammy’s small little house, and Near and Mello are there as little kids pestering Light. It’s ADORABLE. Beyond Birthday also shows up in one of the extra chapters as a creepy cashier at a thrift shop for double the fun!

"Sickness” by BlueberryValentine (more fics on their fanfiction.net account!)

The ultimate hurt/comfort + fluff + angst with a happy ending fic. The first fic I read to get back into lawlight a couple months back! Canon divergence starting during the Yotsuba arc. Light is diagnosed with terminal brain cancer while still under investigation. L has to take care of him, and somewhere along the way they fall in love. It carved out a chunk of my heart but luckily filled it back up with a sweet sort of aching.

“Seeking His Hand” by magic__mind

Historical regency AU! L is a rich nobleman courting Light, a humble farm boy, for his hand in marriage. One of the most romantic pieces of literature that I have ever come across. The prose is pure poetry, and their love so pure! This one also has a special place in my heart for its portrayal of Misa! She’s A)a spy who helps L on his cases, B)totally removed from her co-dependence for Light, C)the  bubbly badass she was always meant to be. 100/10 worth the read!

The “Resurrections” Series by Shadow_of_Quill

A modern Orpheus and Euridice story, wherein Light’s spirit leads L back from Hades while he’s still Kira. L is thereby present for the confrontation at the warehouse. Believing that any trace of Light is lost in the man, he executes him right then and there. However, this was a grave mistake, and Light’s soul won’t be as easily revived. (spoilers, they’re both fine in the end) ******* THIS ONE ALSO INCLUDES YAGAMI SIBLING HIJINKS. Sayu plays a HUGE role in bringing Light back!

“Is This The Way It Ends Now?” by Seastar98

The one that checks off ALL the above three boxes!! A “characters watch their own show” fic, wherein the gang receives a mysterious DVD in the middle of the Yotsuba arc. Horrified by what’s to come, Light and L work to make sure their future is brighter than the one they witness. They bring in all three heirs to watch with ‘em, everyone gets character development, and Sayu comes in like black panther in endgame yet again to bring Light back from the darkness! Ryuk pops up in the end and the epilogue and he’s great. The ultimate and most direct fix-it you’re ever gonna get.

“From the Same Star” by Nilahxapiel

This is my only pure “Ryuk Shenanigans” fic, and it’s really really sad :’’’D A short but sweet one-shot wherein Ryuk traverses multiple dimensions, dropping the Death Note at Light’s feet each time. Light and L were always fated to clash, and it’s just as heartbreaking every time. 

“Primitive Liars” by Nilahxapiel

This one’s super popular in the fandom for a reason! The only omegaverse fic that I’ve liked! The A/B/O dynamics and their affect on society are super well developed, and the writer manages to keep L and Light very in character while still developing their budding romance in a believable way. This is an AU where somebody else is Kira, and Light’s genuinely helping L and the task force hunt him down. ***** Naomi Misora lives, the heirs come in, and Sayu actually hops aboard the task force!!! DUDE. BRILLIANT. I also just love the exploration of gender and identity that the author weaves in. Lots of LGBTQ rep!

“and indeed there will be time” by lawlietismyfavorite

The ultimate soulmate AU. People grow to be 18, then stop aging until they meet their one. L is the greatest detective of not only this century, but of six centuries. And then there's Light. (taken straight from the description!) The prose is absolutely breathtaking; like walking through a dream. Can not recommend this fic enough! It’s got my head up in the clouds and looking towards the stars!

“K” by  Dlvvanzor

AU where Light’s a Whammy with the moniker ‘K.’ He and L grow up together along with kiddos covering the rest of the alphabet. A murder-mystery-thriller on top of the romance featuring Beyond Birthday as a main character! Light’s a pathological liar and L’s super into it. They’re the top students at Whammy’s and are tasked with solving a string of homicides happening RIGHT AT THE ORPHANAGE (guess who dunnit). It had me on the edge of my seat, and I binged the whole thing in two days.

i’mMMMM doing more than 10, this’ll just be my ultimate fic rec post 😂

“Change of Circumstances” by wordbombs

Another AU where Light’s a whammy! It’s just a one-shot though, but one of my all time faves!!! I’ve gone back and reread it so many times and drew some stuff for it a couple weeks back. Much more light-hearted than “K”, Light arrives at the orphanage at age four and meets an eleven year old L, and from there they grow up together and fall in love (the age difference is handled really well, L’s not physically present for a lot of Light’s childhood and they bond on a platonic level first). It’s one of the healthiest relationship dynamics that I’ve seen for these two, which is honestly such a breath of fresh air. Matt, Mello, and Near are there too in the background!

“Dial K for Kira” by @kiranatrix

“Light needs some easy money to finance his Kira plans, and notices there’s a big demand for Kira roleplay phone sex. So he figures, “Why not? Pretty sure I’ll be convincing.”He raises some fast cash and plans to shut the whole thing down and get back to writing names, until he gets a request from somebody who wants to “roleplay” as L....“

Taken straight from the description! It’s very VERY NSFW so be warned. I’m too shy to talk about it more alskfjdasldjf sorry BUT IT’S GREAT.

“Dance with Me” and “Birthday Note” by @dotti55fanfiction

These are both one-shots so I’m putting ‘em together! Absolutely adorable tooth-rotting fluff!! “Dance with Me” has Light and L going to a club, while “Birthday Note” features L trying to think of the best present for Light. The dictionary definition of “warm fuzzies.” (Dotti ilu, I still gotta find time to read your longer works)

“you’re a wasp nest” by  raisuki (inthegripofahurricane)

Blind!Light AU! Light and L are both college students who meet when Sayu dares L to break into her house. Yagami sibling hijinksssss! Their quippy dialogue is adorable and it’s just a fun time watching them flirt.

“softly now” by smallestbird (jenwryn)

THANK YOU TO THE ANON WHO SENT ME THIS REC. The softest lawlight one-shot to finish off this list! Light and L share an intimate moment while painting their new apartment. The absolute JOY this fic radiates in a short 700 words!! Read it before bed for the sweetest dreams!

These are just my favourites, but read anything by any of these authors and you will not be disappointed! I might make a separate post later for soulmate AUs because... There’s just too many. :’D

-Alka

#Anonymous #ask #fic rec #lawlight #text #when you meet a work deadline and use the extra time to catch up on asks lol

[ladythespera]

been seeing all those lesser evil bingo cards so here's mine even though I HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS YET SO DON'T COME FOR ME. i do wanna get to them and fully intend to get to them ASAP!!! (the reading itself isn't rlly a problem for me,,, i just...i gotta finish this semester first and i always feel like there's so many other priorities...cries in Faust)

also wow i got some bleak predictions 😅

EDIT: Rats, Thalias dying to save Thrawn was supposed to be in there...oh well. SHE'D BETTER NOT. 😤

DOUBLE EDIT: OK WAIT A SECOND...had to update the card to include a last minute idea. Also updated to include Thalias idea.

#i actually feel like i've finally been reading more again this year than i did in a really really long time #but still #there was a very long dry spell #anyways #thrawn ascendancy #lesser evil #lesser evil bingo #lesser evil spoilers #star wars

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 282: Aizawa Defeeted

Previously on BnHA: Oh my god do we even care about that at this point. Tomura made a speech; Gran Torino died; Deku lost his shit and tried to strangle Tomura to death with his bare hands; Ryuukyuu came back from Wherever She Was and tried to grab Tomura but he punched a hole through her giant hand; and now he’s grabbing his Quirk-Be-Gone bullets and is ready to cause some mayhem okay?? That about sum it up?? Is anyone even reading this?? CAN WE JUST GET ON WITH IT I’VE WAITED AN ENTIRE WEEK.

Today on BnHA: Well I guess let’s start with what doesn’t happen: Bakugou doesn’t lose his quirk. HE LUCKED OUT!!... for now, anyways. Because, thanks to a near-impossible-to-predict series of events (seriously, raise your hands if you had “Aizawa gets shot but goes full World War Z on his own ass” on your bingo card), Tomura has seemingly regained his regeneration powers, which means that his other quirks are probably back online as well! So we’ll see how that all goes. Anyway so in the meantime Shouto’s back, looking very mad that everyone temporarily forgot he was a main character. And Gigantomachia is back as well! Or almost, anyway. Also, you’ll never guess who broke another one of his arms! Go on, guess. But at least he still has the arm, though, which is more than we can say for certain other people’s limbs. Poor Aizawa is literally on his last leg. He and Tomura really got off on the wrong foot. He chopped his leg off, is what I’m saying. It’s that kind of chapter folks.

you guys I’m losing my whole fucking mind. I straight up deleted the tumblr app off my phone for 24 hours so that I wouldn’t be tempted to log in and risk potentially being spoiled. and I’m happy to say that it worked! so here we are now, completely spoiler free, and let me just say that if Horikoshi decides to cut back to Gunga Mountain now, I will either cry for hours or abandon the series forever and go do something more productive with the rest of my quarantine like learning how to play sad songs on the guitar

all right. here goes

so we’re opening with Deku, who is currently comprised of 100% rage and 0% mercy, and is doing that thing where only the whites of his eyes are visible. and basically he’s just thinking “I’VE REALLY GOT TO HOLD ON TO THIS GUY AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING ELSE HOMICIDAL.” which is a solid game plan, but perhaps not so easily accomplished

-- oh my god this poor kid is still in denial, I can’t. why are you doing this

is there even still a Gran Torino to tend to at this point? after Tomura bulldozed a hole through his torso, and you went and finished the job with your own fucking attack? sob

but I guess the law of Tragic Shounen Mentor Deaths mandates that Gran’s should be at least as drawn-out as Nighteye’s was, though. so he’s probably only Mostly Dead, which is still Slightly Alive if I remember my Princess Bride correctly, and I think I do

so now the rest of these stooges are finally catching up with us here

yes, my friends. a bullet. WELCOME TO MY LIFE FOR THE PAST FUCKING WEEK. anyways I have a LOT of pent-up energy here just fyi. there may be a lot of unnecessary screaming in this recap

FUCKING WYOMING SMASH Y’ALLSSSS

I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT JUST HAPPENED SOB. DID HE JUST HAMMER FIST TOMURA’S HEAD INTO THE GROUND. DID HE SNAP HIS FUCKING NECK AT 100%. IN AN IDEAL WORLD HE WOULD HAVE JUST CHOPPED TOMURA’S ARMS OFF WHILE SOMEHOW MANAGING TO AVOID BREAKING ANY OF HIS OWN BONES IN THE PROCESS, BUT I HAVE A FEELING THIS SITUATION WILL NOT BE RESOLVED IN ANY KIND OF MANNER ONE WOULD CONSIDER “IDEAL”

(ETA: fun fact: this attack did absolutely nothing except make things approximately 100x worse. but you tried Deku. you tried.)

THE FUCK KIND OF PORTENTOUS BULLSHITTING TITLE IS THIS. OH MY GOD, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT EMOTION I’M HAVING RIGHT NOW, IT’S JUST A LOT OF LOUD THOUGHTS

anyway so if you’re just joining us, Tomura just pulled two bullets out of his pocket, the good guys finally noticed, and then Deku did a smash and everything exploded. the radius of this attack actually looks wide enough to have potentially involved Aizawa, who probably does NOT want to get any debris in his eyes right now, and also Gran, who probably doesn’t particularly want to be hit by another deadly attack for the third time in the past ninety seconds. anyway so I guess what I’m trying to say here is WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT YOU LITTLE GREEN LUNATIC

AHHHHHH

he got the one!! the one that was in Tomura’s right hand!! but what about the one in his left ahhhhhhh

(ETA: lmao at Kacchan being the one to blow up the same bullet I was so sure he was going to be shot with. saw the writing on the wall, huh kid? what do we say to the god of foreshadowing?? ‘NOT TODAY.’ ...except that we’re still not actually out of the woods yet so you still better watch yourself lol.)

...

based on the font here, these are Tomura’s thoughts. which he is thinking immediately after getting the lower half of his jaw very painfully cronched by the VERY homicidal sixteen-year-old still clinging to him. anyway so Tomura’s thought processes are as inscrutable to me as ever lulz

and Deku’s arm looks broken again, yaaaaay. but at least it’s his left arm and not his right! so that’s nice. now they can match

[SHRIEKS]

HE YEETED IT. IT HAS BEEN YEETEDED. HE DID A YEET. [sobbing] he DiD a YeEt oH my GOD

DID IT HIT SOMETHING!?!?!?

my reading process here is as follows: 1) scroll down exactly one panel. 2) scream even though absolutely nothing has happened yet. 3) WRITE THAT DOWN 4) REPEAT

DKSFJLKHSDLGKHLI

DID IT HIT HIM!?!? DID IT GET HIM IN THE LEG SOB ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. JUST LIKE THAT?? BOOM GUN BULLET LEG!!?

YOU GUYS IT REALLY HIT AIZAWA AND NO ONE DID A GODDAMN THING?? it wasn’t even drawn out or anything??? it just HAPPENED, within like four pages??? NO SLOW MO?? NOT EVEN A REACTION PANEL WHAT THE FUCK

son of a bitch I would so dearly like to grab Manual and RockLockRock’s heads right now and just conk them together real hard. YOU STUPID FUCKS sob YOU HAD ONE JOB!!! IT REALLY WAS JUST ONE!! AND YOU WERE SHARING IT!! SO IT’S MORE LIKE HALF A JOB!! AND YOU STILL COCKED IT UP IN ABSOLUTELY NO TIME AT ALL OH MY GOD

(ETA: they should blow this panel up and make it into a t-shirt and make Manual and RLR wear the shirts every day for the rest of their lives. half a job, you guys. please go away I cannot even look at you right now.)

FUCK MY EVERYTHING

(ETA: I still can’t figure out if this horrific angle is due to the earlier damage from the Noumu, or if Tomura really just flung the bullet THAT hard. honestly I’m surprised it didn’t just slice right through him with that kind of velocity. “no thanks because then I wouldn’t get to write a scene where he chops his own leg off” oh okay well when you put it that way, Horikoshi.)

if I recall correctly this is the leg that he said was “twisted”, no? yeesh. might just want to chop it off real quick, then. s’not like it’s doing you any more good. does anyone know if zombie rules apply or not with this sort of thing?? shit

?!?!

“THANKS”?? okay what. did it hit him or not??

-- oh my god WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT

I WAS -- I WAS JOKING I -- FFFFFFFFKJK

jesus fucking christ. when I said “might just want to chop it off real quick” literally FOUR PARAGRAPHS AGO, I can tell you that the one thing I did NOT expect was for Aizawa to be all, “you know what, that’s a good idea”, and then YOINK OUT HIS TRUSTY HERO SHANK AND GO FULL 127 HOURS ON THIS BITCH. "LALALA WE’RE GONNA DO IT RATIONALLY TEEHEE” like excuse me, the fuck

anyways. I don’t even know what to say. thank you Aizawa’s leg for your sacrifice, and for always supporting him. literally. oh my god I came here ready for my son to enter a new phase of character development, and for the manga as a whole to enter a new phase of glorious, glorious angst. no one told me I’d be sitting here making puns instead. what a fine, confusing day

anyway though let’s just fucking hope it worked. and side note, if Aizawa Shouta really did chop off his own fucking leg just now and somehow STILL managed not to fucking blink, I think we might as well just go ahead and hand him the Biggest Badass In The Series award right now because no one is ever going to top that. nope. not happening

it is truly a testament to Shigaraki Tomura’s unfathomably mysterious sexy villain energy that he still somehow manages to look hot with only half a face

also no one in this manga actually feels pain, do they. not Deku, not Aizawa, not Tomura, no one. no wonder none of them have any self-preservation instincts to speak of

um

did someone just randomly explode just now. at this point it might as well happen, right

oh it’s the shockwave from Deku’s Wyoming attack, apparently. how nice of it to have a delayed reaction for absolutely no reason

anyway so Deku’s being flung back, but he’s grabbing onto Tomura again with Blackwhip. but oh shit you guys, if Tomura escapes Deku and Ryuukyuu’s clutches and still has any bullets left in his pocket, we may still be able to salvage this Bakugou quirk situation after all. would be nice to be able to actually do something with all of these “happy quirk losing day” balloons that I ordered

(ETA: actually, believe it or not I honestly like this better. Tomura using AFO was always the more dramatic option anyway. and now that we’ve done the bullet thing everyone has presumably let their guard down again, which, good.)

I love how Tomura apparently hasn’t noticed that Aizawa’s just amputated his own leg? to be fair he’s probably distracted by all the explosions and such

also gotta love how Deku’s arm-breaking attack seemingly just made everything worse for no reason. and also how Manual and RockLockRock are once again just standing there doing absolutely nothing

SO NOW GUESS WHAT’S HAPPENING

I MEAN IT! GUESS. BECAUSE YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE LOL

OH WELL OKAY THEN

just like we all saw coming!! ...

so is this Endeavor’s attack?? Bakugou’s?? either way, hot damn. fortunately for Tomura he is apparently operating under the same guidelines as the U.S. Federal Reserve, in which mutilated bills may still be exchanged at face value if more than 50% of a note identifiable as United States currency is present. basically as long as roughly half of him is still vaguely Tomura-shaped I assume he’ll be fine

(ETA: in hindsight I should have immediately been able to identify this as a Shouto attack based solely on how murdery it was lol.)

OH MY GODDDD

KRANCH?!?

OH MY GOD LOL WHAT. LOL. REMEMBER EVERYONE’S THEORIES FROM LIKE TWENTY YEARS AGO LOL. SHOUTO WHAT THE FUCK. DID YOU STOP FOR DRIVE THRU

AND MEANWHILE DEKU’S BACK ON THE SCENE GIVING ARGUABLY EVEN LESS FUCKS THAN BEFORE, IF SUCH A THING IS EVEN POSSIBLE. SO FAR THIS CHAPTER HAS PRECISELY ZERO THINGS THAT I ACTUALLY EXPECTED IN IT, WHICH IS VERY IMPRESSIVE

IT ALSO HAS A LOT OF SMASHING

a LOT. of smashing, guys. feels like... 60% smashing, 20% severed legs, 20% Kranch

-- oh no oh SHIT oh shit oh shit

(ETA: um so I really can’t tell how far that wound extends and whether or not Aizawa still has his right eye, shit.)

first of all how did Deku get here next to Aizawa when he was just over there with Tomura, what. and second, I think Aizawa just blinked, oh shit. probably on the verge of passing out after CHOPPING HIS OWN LEG OFF which STILL hasn’t been acknowledged yet?? did I just completely misinterpret all of that back there or what

(ETA: there was seriously so little attention called to this that I scrolled back up to confirm it probably like half a dozen times. apparently Horikoshi thinks that THE MOST BADASS THING TO EVER HAPPEN IN THE MANGA should be completely downplayed. whereas if it were me, there’d be an entire two page spread of JUST THE LEG. WITH MUSIC PLAYING. EVEN THOUGH IT’S A MANGA.)

YEPPPPPPP. fuck

look at him though. he’s so happy. this is why I can’t stay mad at you no matter how deranged you get you little maniac

so is quirk-stealing back on the menu then or what. don’t think I’ve been lulled into any kind of false sense of security by any of this lol

-- ARE WE SERIOUSLY CUTTING AWAY

so Todoroki really went after them ALONE. the better to put his dad right back up at the top of the Lose Your Quirk Sweepstakes finalists. well... second-to-top, maybe. like I said I will not be lulled

yuh-oh

why do I feel like the odds of Gigantomachia arriving to herald the end of this chapter just shot up DRAMATICALLY

so the next page is almost entirely just a list of cities that the news anchor is telling people to evacuate because they’re in Machia’s path. along with a bunch of dead heroes lying around everywhere, and Ochako being all ominous

(: weren’t they, though? heh. this is going to be so, so bad (: (: (:

-- fuuuuuuuuuuu

aaaaaand that’s it. hahahaha. okay then let’s summarize

Bakugou defied all expectations and kept his quirk (FOR NOW)!

Aizawa cut his own fucking leg off and it WASN’T EVEN REMOTELY ACKNOWLEDGED FOR REASONS I CAN’T UNDERSTAND (R.I.P. AIZAWA’S PRECIOUS LEG. YOU ALWAYS PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD)

Kranch showed up after 157 years and is probably wondering why the heck I keep calling him “Kranch” now. THINGS CHANGE WHEN YOU’RE MIA FOR A WHILE MY LITTLE STARBUCKS CHRISTMAS CUP

Deku broke his arm for the 78th time

Tomura regenerated but seems to think Aizawa’s quirk is actually gone for good, which I’m pretty sure it’s not. so if they can keep him from destroying everything long enough for Aizawa to turn it back on again, we might possibly still survive this

and lastly, Machia is about to kill all of these stupid people frolicking around outside of this fitness club who are probably so proud of themselves for not being glued to their phones 24/7 because they prefer to LIVE LIFE IN THE MOMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. well that’s on you my friends. at least it’ll be a quick death. ffff

#bnha 282 #aizawa shouta #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry for all the leg puns #it's in my nature #I can't help it if I find this kind of situation humerus #...oh no wait that's arms #dammit

[s1rcus]

The Road to Love and Truth (Blackhill)

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 2827

Chapter: 2/2

Fandoms: Marvel

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury

Additional tags: -

Summary: Maria struggles after her night with Natasha. She gets some good advice from Steve.

Authors note: Blackhill Bingo square I3 "Steve Rogers"

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Maria still has a huge headache. She's been debating taking another aspirin to ease it down for the past 10 minutes, but it hasn't been too long since she took the first one and it might just not be working yet. The situation with Romanoff might not be helping either.

Without thinking she's making her way towards Phil's office. She's not sure why, she knows she won't talk about something like this to him. He's a good friend but she just can't talk about her sex life with him, less about feelings. Maybe he'll have some work she can do to distract her from the night before. She can't use her key card on a day off, (Fury has made it very clear she's not supposed to be doing work during any type of leave) so she can't go to her own office to continue work.

Phil isn't in his office. Now that she actually thinks about it, he has been on a mission since yesterday. She still needs something to distract her though. Maybe Fury would let it slide this once if she'd go do work, but she'd rather not see him right now. She decides to just go for a walk. Hopefully that'll clear her head a little.

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The fresh air does help her headache and clears her head just the tiniest bit as well. She stands outside of the Triskelion for a short time and decides to go for a short walk along the river.

She keeps her eyes mostly on the water as she walks hands in the pockets of her sweats. She probably should've changed if she's honest, but she didn't want to go back to her room. SHIELD agents weren't that rare sight around these parts, but they definitely didn't go out in their gym clothes. She kicks around some pebbles every once in a while that are lying around the sidewalk.

She loses track of time, trying to just focus on nothing but the movement of the water. And she might have let her guard down, because she gets startled, when a hand taps her on the shoulder.

"Maria, what are you doing out here?"

"Jesus, Steve. Warn a girl next time."

"I literally yelled your name when I saw you. You're not usually this distracted. Are you okay?"

There's concern on his face and Maria doesn't like it one bit. She's fine, and even if she wasn't, everyone else needs to think she is.

"Everything's fine," she lies.

Steve gives her a long look, not quite believing her.

"You can always talk to me, you know? Whatever it is that's bothering you, I'll listen."

Damn Steve, and his kind heart.

"I know," she says.

"Okay, well I'm gonna finish my run. Come and find me if you want to talk about whatever this is," he says as he runs past her.

Maria just waves him off. She continues along the river for a while longer until her headache becomes worse again. Deciding it's best to just go back and take another aspirin, she turns around and heads towards the Triskelion again.

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Eventually Maria realises she needs to talk to someone so she heads towards Steve's quarters and knocks on his door. He opens the door with a smile. They're good friends but it's quite rare she actually ends up on his doorstep.

"Hey, Maria. What's up?"

"I slept with Natasha," she answers as she pushes past him into his room. She sits on his bed, head in her hands. She hears the door click shut as Steve closes it.

"Not what I was expecting. How are you feeling?"

Maria groans at the question, "I don't know. I find out she's queer and few days later I find her in my bed. That's not how that should go. And worst of all I want to do it again, but I don't think I can just keep it at that."

"So you want to ask her out?"

"I think so?" She says and lays down on the bed so she can stare at the ceiling. "But I'm her superior, it's unprofessional, not to mention way too complicated. How am I supposed to be able to send her out there, if I'm worried if she'll make it back? How is Fury supposed to trust in me, if I get compromised because of her? Or what if I make the wrong decision, because I can't--" Steve cuts her off. She feels the bed dip, as he sits next to her on the bed and places a hand on her knee.

"Maria, you're forgetting one important thing, she's the Black Widow, she knows how to handle herself. Do you know how many times she's saved me out there? Because I've lost count by now. And Fury won't see you any differently if you start showing normal people emotions. Also stop worrying about 'what if's. Those are situations you can't know the answers for before it's too late. And for the record, I think you're already compromised. You care more about her than you know. Have for a long time."

"Fuck", Maria breaths the word out.

"Language."

"No, I actually fucked up."

"What did you do?"

"I just left her. She wanted to talk, and I just left her. I wasn't thinking clearly. I told her it was a mistake. Well it technically was because that was definitely not how I wanted that to go, but… I let her believe I don't want her. Shit!" She gets up quickly and starts pacing around. "I gotta go find her. Tell her that I'm sorry for how I treated her. That last night was great. Not that I really remember anything. To hopefully ask her properly out." She freezes on her tracks and turns to face Steve. "What if she says no? How am I supposed to continue working with her then?"

"Maria", Steve warns her.

"Right, won't know the answers before it's too late." She takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'm gonna go to find her. I wonder where she could be."

"At the gym with Barton."

"How would you know that?"

"Just a hunch."

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She does find Natasha at the gym. She's beating up Barton at the mats. Maria decides to just stay by the door and watch, she'll notice her eventually. Natasha seems more tense than normal, maybe even a little angry. She doesn't move around as smoothly as she usually does. Her movements are a little more jacked, more forced. Maria realises that she's not fighting with a clear head. She's trying to push her feelings out. Maria was the reason the Widow's usually flawlessly smooth fighting style looked harsh and broken. It makes her heart twinge.

Eventually Natasha pins Barton down and he taps out. She gets up and her gaze shifts to Maria's. Maria physically flinches under her gaze. She quickly straightens her back and neutralises her face, when Barton gets back onto his feet and notices her presence.

"Commander," he coughs, eyes moving from Maria to Natasha and back again. After a couple of beats of silence he starts backing towards the men's locker room. "I'll just go then."

Maria just looks at Natasha, not really sure what she's supposed to say. Before she's able to say anything, Natasha turns on her heels and heads towards the women's locker rooms. That gets Maria on the move as well. She runs after Natasha and grabs her from the upper arm.

"Natasha wait," Maria says and Natasha stops on her tracks. "I'm sorry about earlier. Can we talk?"

Natasha turns around and Maria tries to look as apologetic as she can. Natasha just stares at her for a while.

"Fine. My quarters in 10."

Maria nods and drops her hold of the other woman. She didn't even realise she had still been holding her upper arm. Natasha eyes her quickly once more before she turns around again and heads out of sight to the locker room. Maria just stands still for a while, looking after her, until she spins around as well and heads out of the gym and towards Natasha's quarters.

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Natasha is punctual as ever, and appears exactly 10 minutes later. Maria follows her silently into her room. Natasha sits down on her bed, one leg under herself while the other hangs off the edge. Maria is reminded of the morning. She stays standing near the door, but is faced towards Natasha. She's trying to figure out her words, even though she's been trying to figure out what to say ever since she walked out of Steve's quarters.

"Well?" Natasha prompts her.

"I fucked up. I'm really sorry for how I treated you. I panicked and I fucked up. I try my best to keep my private life and work separate, and I mostly live at work so… I'm having a hard time, to put it lightly. I also have never done this before."

"What? Been with a woman?" Natasha asks with a serious tone. It takes Maria a beat to realise she's not actually seriously asking that.

"No, Romanoff. You know that's not what I meant. I mean sleeping with a co-worker. Actually kinda never slept with anyone without being on a date first. And especially never had someone in my bed in a SHIELD facility."

"So I was your first one night stand?"

"About that, I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Was I that good?" Natasha asks with a smirk.

"Natasha! I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about all of it. Everything since the mission. Spending time together at that bar and during the mission and also everything that came after."

"Wow. Is Commander Hill getting soft?"

"No,” she says. Taking a breath she continues, “I'd just like to see if this could become something. You're one of the few people around here who I can stand, and I actually had a really nice time yesterday. And I'm not regretting what happened after, so that probably says a lot."

Natasha gives her a small smile.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"You left the room in such a hurry and now you're here saying you don't regret it."

"Yeah, that. I might've talked to Steve and he had some good advice."

"You went to Steve?" Natasha's voice sounds almost scandalous.

"Who else would I go to? Fury? Do you think I have many friends around here? People who I could talk to?"

"Fair enough."

"So, if I'd ask you out on a date what would you say?"

"I would love to, but do you really want to go on a date? Because I feel like we're not the dating kind of people."

That was actually fair, she did always hate going on dates.

"What do you suggest then?"

"How about this?" Maria is really unsure about how she should feel about the smirk that follows that one simple question.

Natasha gets up and walks towards Maria. She stops when their chests are basically touching. She grabs Maria's hands and wraps them around her waist. Then she wraps her own arms around Maria's neck and rises up on her toes to kiss her. Maria basically melts into it. Eventually she lifts Natasha up and they move on the bed. Natasha seems very impressed that Maria can lift her. Maria might be a bit hurt about that.

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When they decide to leave for an early lunch (neither remembered to eat breakfast), they're barely 100 feet down the hallway from Natasha's room, when they're stopped by a junior agent.

"Commander, Agent Romanoff. Director Fury wants to speak to both of you."

Maria and Natasha exchange a look.

"Did he say what about?" Maria asks.

"Not really," the Agent answers but there's a look on his face Maria doesn't like. It's like he knows something he shouldn't.

Maria debates for a little bit, if she should push and get some answers from him but decides against it. She dismisses the agent and starts heading towards the Directors office with Natasha.

They get a couple weird looks and smiles on the way there. They walk the whole way in silence. Both clearly trying to figure out what Fury wants from them.

Fury sees them immediately, which tells Maria that it's something important. She's getting nervous. Natasha is here as well, so her mind goes only to a specific direction, but how would Fury know?

"Director Fury, you wanted to see us?" Maria greets him.

"Hill, Romanoff. Has either of you checked the news today or any social media?"

Natasha shakes her head. She's been awfully quiet after they ran into that agent.

"No, sir. I haven't checked my phone at all today. Pretty sure it's dead anyway. I've been a bit distracted," Maria answers truthfully. There's no point in lying.

"Well, you probably should stay out of social media for a little while but that's just a suggestion. Do you have anything else to report to me?" His eye shifts from Maria to Natasha and back.

He knows. Maria takes a deep breath. She feels Natasha's hand touch hers, a sign that it's okay.

"Yes, sir. We, uh... Natasha and I are involved."

"Will it be affecting your work?"

"No, sir."

"Then I'm happy for you," he says with the slightest hint of a smile.

Maria is surprised and she can sense that so is Natasha. She lets her posture get a little more relaxed.

"Now to the real reason I invited you in," Fury says as he pulls some tabloid articles up on the screen behind himself. They're all saying basically the same thing: Black Widow at a gay bar with a mystery woman . Some of them have clearly done a better job with trying to figure out who this "mystery woman" is because a couple of them have actual pictures of Maria along with her name. And there's pictures. Pictures of them kissing, the intense looks they changed during that night and pictures of them leaving together.

"We tried to get them down before they spread too far, but clearly we didn't manage that. Anything about the Avengers' personal life spreads like a fire. I'm sorry about the situation it puts you in."

Both of the women just nod. There wasn't anything to say. Fury takes this as his answer and turns off the screen.

"Well then, you're dismissed. Hill, if you could stay for just a little longer?"

Natasha squeezes her shoulder a little before she steps out of the room.

"Sir?"

"No reason to be that formal anymore. This is just me checking on you. How are you feeling?"

"Well, that's a lot, but I think I'm fine. It's not the way I wanted things to go, but I guess it's good that it's out. If we wish to go out, now we don't need to worry if someone sees us or not."

"Okay, still I wish the situation wasn't this. I strongly suggest that you don't check any social media for the next few days. I know you think you can handle it, but there's gonna be some bad stuff there and I'd prefer the dust settles a bit first. Also if anyone, and I mean anyone, in SHIELD gives either of you a hard time because of this, let me know. I will handle it. It's out there, so everyone knows. I wish you could've handled this on your own terms, but the situation is what it is."

Maria smiles at him.

"Thank you, Director. I know I said it won't affect my work, and I truly believe and hope so, but if it ever seems like I'm putting her before the mission; pull me out of it, if possible. I know I won't be happy about it, but I need to know that I won't be making mistakes because I'm compromised."

"Of course. But I have full belief that you'll do great even then."

Maria nods and heads towards the door but Fury's voice makes her turn around before she gets to open it.

"Also, before you go. I am truly happy for you, Maria."

Maria smiles at him and nods her thanks and joins Natasha on the other side of the door.

Natasha hugs her as she closes the door. Maria circles her arms around her and presses her cheek against Natasha's head.

"That went better than I expected." She hears Natasha mumble against her chest.

"It did," Maria agrees.

"I'm so sorry about the articles though. If I would've just realised--" Maria quiets her with a kiss.

"Natasha, there's nothing you could've done about it. The second we walked in there everyone was paying extra attention to us. Those articles would be there even if we hadn't kissed. I'm just glad we did. I don't think I would've ever dared to take this step otherwise," Maria says. She looks Natasha in the eye and they exchange smiles. "Now, how about that lunch?"

#bhb21 #blackhill #maria hill #natasha romanoff #Black Widow #marvel #MCU #My fic

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Sam Winchester: Disney

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Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: fluffy!Sam, The reader having an addiction to Disney movies, movie night, Sam quoting Disney movies, ( I think it's like one word) swearing, quick interaction with Dean.

Summary: Movie night rolls around and this time it's just Sam and Y/n. Letting Y/n choose pretty much just turns into them watching Disney movies. And maybe Sam knows a few quotes from each movie.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers Bingo Challenge. I'm so excited o be a part of this writing challenge.

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If you keep sliding on the floor with those damn socks on, you're going to land on your ass, Y/n" I finally said after watching her pass by the library at least ten times within five minutes.

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms dramatically, but stopped. Standing there for a few moments, before once she thought that I wasn't paying attention she continued.

"Shit" I heard Y/n in a rather loud voice. So, I got up from my library seat, closing the lore book I was reading through. "Did you fall?" I asked as I rounded the corner.

Seeing Y/n sitting on her ass. She looked up at me, doing the thing I taught her. "No, No puppy eyes. I told you. I told you that you were going to fall on your ass." I said putting my hand out.

In moments like this, I noticed how much bigger my hand was compared to Y/n. She gripped my hand and I lifted her up from the floor. "Hey, you two, y'all okay?" Dean asked passing by the two of us in the hallway.

I knew he was going out; it was Saturday night and we were home at the bunker. "Yeah, we're fine. I was just sliding on the floor with my socks." Y/n said patting down her sweatshirt that used to be mine.

"That must have been the 'oh shit' I heard. We should totally do that, I'm heading out." Dean said. "Don't have too much fun," I said interlocking Y/n and I's fingers together.

Dean skipped up the bunker stairs and was gone within minutes.

"Babe, can we do something fun?" Y/n asked dragging me into the kitchen. I let her drag me into the kitchen before answering her question.

"I guess so since you've dragged me into the kitchen," I said, not letting go of Y/ns soft and small hands clasped around mine. "Well since we are in the kitchen, can we get some snacks together?" She asked.

Y/n had the tendency to always ask before doing anything around the bunker. It sometimes made me feel as if she was my student in school, and I was her jailer of a teacher.

"Y/n, honey you don't have to ask me every time you want to do something. This is your home, your home to do as you please, get snacks as you please. You aren't a student here and I am most defiantly not your teacher." I said, wrapping Y/n in a hug from behind.

"I know, but still I don't like the idea of just doing without asking," Y/n said leaning her head back up against my shoulder. We stood like this for a while, in the presence of each other was nice, it was always nice to just be together.

Nothing trying to get in the way, no Dean trying to tease me, no monster ruining dates, anniversary, or having to hunt monster worried about each other safety.

This was the most normal we could get. The most normal we would ever have. "So what are the snacks for?" I asked Y/n as she started to release herself from the embrace we had.

"I thought that maybe we could have a movie night since Dean is out," Y/n said rummaging through the cabinets and through the fridge. Her shorter stature giving her a problem as she tried to reach things on the higher shelves.

"Do you want some help? Also, what are you looking for?" I asked coming closer to hear what she had to say. "MMMH," She said, her face pensive and thoughtful about what she was going to say.

"I was trying to grab some popcorn for me, and some more healthy choices for you, but as you can see, I've failed miserably." Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

Taking a moment to get an idea of the hand situation at hand. “You haven’t failed, and if I’m honest with you dear, I'm in the mood to snack on junk food and be lazy.” I spoke. Grabbing junk like food off of the shelves and from the fridge.

I’m rather glad that just a few days ago we needed to go shopping because Dean tends to pick up the junky food and tends to forget he has such an abundance at the bunker. Throwing a pint of ice cream on to the kitchen island, gently placing a twelve-ounce bottle of soda-pop, Y/n had already put out the over flow of candy that we had, so all that was left was really just making the popcorn.

“Movie night is going to be hella fun!” Y/n said dancing around the kitchen, as I looked for a clean useable big bowl for the popcorn. I think she noticed my struggle because she stopped dancing and come over to me. Taking the popcorn out of my hands.

“Just nuke the popcorn’ she said placing the popcorn bag into the microwave and pressing popcorn, ‘see now you can go look for your bowl” She said finishing her sentence and backing away to let me continue trying to look for a bowl.

Once that entire process was done, we migrated towards the Dean cave which had just turned into a living room slash movie room at this point. Not that either one of us would ever tell Dean that what it’s used for now.

We ended up having to make multiple trips back to the kitchen since we honestly did have a shit ton of food. But once we finally had all our food and snacks placed out in front of us, we sat down, well it was more like we sank down into the couch.

Dean was a rather lazy person and didn’t like to spend money which never made much sense to me seeing as we used fake credit cards, or the very bold answer which was credit fraud. We could have totally gone out and bought a brand-new couch, but instead Dean just saw this one and decided on the side of the road that he had to have it.

So, like I said we almost every time sink into the couch.

“Since it was your idea for a movie night, I’m giving you the honors of picking the first movie we watch!” I said handing her the remote that I had just fished form between the seat moments ago.

“Aww, you’re so sweet baby.” Y/n said kissing my cheek before she went on and searched through Netflix. After only a short time, I heard a frustrated groan come from Y/n. After being with Y/n for as long as I have, I’ve noticed different groans, and huffs have completely different meanings.

The groan thought meant that she was about to give up, frustration taking over her mind and her body. “Honey, is everything okay?” I asked deciding best to intervene before the remote ended up stuck in the TV screen. My girl has one hell of a throw.

“No nothing is fine!” She said huffing rather louder. “Give me the remote and tell me what you want to find.” I suggested. Plopping the remote into my lap Y/n crossed her arms and leaned in to the back of the couch.

“Baby you gotta tell me what I’m looking for, or should I already know?” I asked. I feel like I was poking a bear, or maybe a balloon just waiting her to explode. But she never did, I could hear her taking a deep breath in and then exhaling. “You know me enough to know that you let me choose, so Disney movies and I’m sorry for getting so upset so quickly.” Y/n said fidgeting with her finger nails.

“It’s okay love. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Now let’s see about watching some Disney movies.” I spoke.

I ended up having to go to Disney plus which held all of Disney's movies. “I’m figuring you want to watch their princess collection first, right?” I said, I received a hum in response.

Watching the movies in order for Y/n was the most important thing, so we started off with Snow white and the seven dwarfs. Watching through Y/n sang almost every song, and would sometimes nudge me to join in. I’d deny and she give me her doe eyes and I'd join regardless. Once the movie was over, I clicked around trying to find the next movie.

“Lips red as the rose, Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow.” I repeated as I looked around for the movie CInderella. I was interrupted before being able to click on the movie title. “Hey, that’s the phrase that the mirror says the queen. How do you remember that?” Y/n asked.

I honestly think she was totally surprised. “Because in a way it reminds me of you.” I said winking and clicked on the title of the movie. Cinderella played through, I had to pause a few times letting Y/n tell me when she was a young girl how much she wanted to be a princess but not just any princess she wanted to be Cinderella, and how her parents had bought her Cinderella dresses and she wear the plastic glass slippers and clink around her house.

Somethings you just always forget. Somethings like that are worth forgetting though, just so she can retell the same story and have the same cute and exciting look on her face. That was why I was okay with sitting down and watching Disney movies with her, because they made her so extremely happy and that’s all I needed to be happy.

We watched through that movies. “On the stoke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.” I spoke. “Who said it though?” Y/n said questioning me. “Cinderellas fairy godmother!” I spoke.

I hadn’t realized how much this was now turning in to a game between Y/n and I. The next movie in our now marathon was sleepy beauty, so far, I had quoted every movie at the end.

So, this time Y/n was ready for it, “Now father, you’re living in the past, this is the 14th century.” I said a little laughed came out. “Oh, come on, there are so many better ones to choose from!” Y/n said dramatic.

“Yeah, like which ones? "I said, knowing Y/n knew a lot more about Disney movies then I did. “I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Make it pink, Oh dear, what an awkward situation. And that to name a few.” Y/n said totally sassy me, but whatever. This was her guilty pleasure. There was no reason to tease her about it.

We watched through ariel, I only stopped the movie once since Y/n said she need a peep break and I most defiantly needed a good stretch. When she came back, I said “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language!” I said as I shimmied my hands down my sides and winked at her as Y/n sat down on to the couch.

“Haha, very funny. Come on now. Sit with me.” She said giving me grabby hands. I sat down and we continued our watch through, unfortunately we only made it another two movies seeing as Y/n had fallen asleep with her head in my lap and a blanket covering the rest of her body.

Beauty and the Beast was the second to last movie we watched before Y/n fell asleep, she had cuddled closer and reminded me that she sometimes thought of this movie when she saw us together. “Take it with you so you’ll always have a way to look back... and remember me”

She cuddled in closer as I quoted that and looked for the next movie. Yawning I asked Y/n “Do you want to stop? We can always pick up tomorrow.” I said She shook her head and said “Please continue.”

Looking for the next movie, I found that was a musical now about the movie, Aladdin was the next movie, this was an upbeat movie. I remember vaguely seeing this as a young boy, something that Dean had taken me to do, while he sat in the back making out with whatever girl he was with at that point.

“Y/n, I do love you, but I gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.” I said kissing Y/n temple and shutting off the tv, and the lights before grabbing the underneath of Y/n knees and carrying her to bed.

Compelted on: 04/15/2021

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