#[ i also apologize for the silence on disco-- but i honestly have only 2 or 3 spoons to spare at any given time lately. ]

[araneitela]

There is so much Nihility lore, and there is so much talk of fate, and destiny. I just. I will cook on all of this. I'll be cooking on this, I'll also continue the "little" note I started last night in regards to Kafka (unedited to fit 2.2's lore, just so I can keep it all written down for comparison purposes. But holy shit, so much happened (and I also developed a new love), but I need to actually sleep before I'm able to even remotely process all of this. So either a little nap will happen, or I'll just disappear for the night. We'll see! Hope everyone's thoroughly enjoying 2.2!!

[shishinoya]

Maybe He Is Human. | Oikawa Toru

maybe he is human  —

 pairing | oikawa toru x reader

 word count | 1.7k words

 genre | fluff

 summary | He was like a being crafted by the gods but with one afternoon outing, you get to see that this god isn’t the god that you thought he was.

 request | “ hey bebs :D can i request something suuper fluffy with oikawa ?? i dunno like them just being in love and going to a karaoke bar after school or something and just walking home together??? I’M SO sad i miss him and that’s the vision i have!!!! thank u baby “  — @girlspirits​

2:30pm. You shifted in your seat while you stared pensively at the clock ticking away. Playing with your fingers in an attempt to calm your nerves you waited for that dreaded ring. With your leg bouncing in anticipation, you quickly packed away your pencils and pens in the old tattered pencil case you’ve had for years. With one blink the dreaded ring of the bell rang through the silent classroom, through the empty halls, and through your anxious ears. Slipping your notebook in a rushed but organized manner you darted for the door.

“Good luck, (Y/n)!” You heard your friend’s voice shout after you with a follow-up giggle. You would go back and scold them for teasing you but you had one goal set.

To get as far as you could from Oikawa Toru.

It took you days to figure out a proper strategy to avoid the flirty male. He was just too persistent. It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive. Hell, you could die from one look, but he was always surrounded by his fangirls. You couldn’t get close even if you tried. But you didn’t care. He was a jackass. A pretty jackass.

Every day - at exactly 2:47pm - you two would encounter each other. You never knew how and you always questioned it. No matter how hard you avoided him, it was always at that specific time he would appear to you in different ways.

As far as you can remember starting school at Aobajohsai High, he was the talk of the whole school. The description people gave you was enough that you didn’t even need to see him in order to picture his appearance. Milk chocolate locks of hair that look so soft that it might practically melt in your touch. A face so clear and fair that even supermodels would kill to obtain. Beautiful eyes that could pierce through your soul but also have the cutest eye crinkles every time he laughed. His smile; although can be teasing and extremely annoying, was a blessing from the gods, never faltering to make any girl swoon when he flashes a grin. Their words gave you the necessary materials and tools to create a vivid image of the popular male. You wouldn’t say you never wanted to see him. Well, that was before you started seeing him every day.

At first, you thought he was truly a being, woven out of the most expensive and rare silk at the skilled hands of the gods. He was much more than the words your peers describe him as. It was impossible for a human to be that perfect. His looks that is. You didn’t know what his personality was; you didn’t know what kind of person he was. You only realized how foul his persona was when he caught a glimpse of you. He approached you with a loathing smirk; hands in his pockets as his bag lazily hung over his shoulder. His school blazer was unbuttoned and his tie loosely clung to his neck. He was so unkempt. So unorganized and dishevelled. Never took anything seriously. But he looked so damn good doing it. It would be delusional if you weren’t struck by his appearance, but his words were the bullet through your trance.

“Hey, cutie. What’chu doing here all by yourself? You need a man to guide you?” His suggestive tone and the raised brow made you uncomfortable. You would wrinkle your nose at the overly flirtatious comments and only huff while walking away. For once you were glad that he was surrounded by crowds of girls.

But the encounters never ended. They would always have him say the most vulgar words and with you walking away with a scowl. This was exactly why you tried so hard to avoid him. His words were starting to get on your nerves as well as you have been getting dirty glances from his fans. You didn’t like it one bit.

You tried to hide almost around the whole school. The rooftop? Nope, he was standing there, enjoying the breeze. The schoolyard? Nope, he caught you under a tree away from the hoards of girls. After school classes? Nope. It was hopeless, but today you thought of one more idea. To run as fast as you could home.

He couldn’t possibly catch you, right? Wrong!

Apparently, his fans thought today was a good day to hold a celebratory march around the school, and their banner was blocking the school exit. At the sight of his face plastered everywhere, you inwardly groaned. Was this the reason your friends were laughing? Slumping in defeat, you checked the time. 2:46.

“Fuck it. I’m just going to say it to his face.” Trying to give yourself reassuring words and confidence you hadn’t taken notice of where you were walking and got pulled into a less crowded area.

“Say what to whose face?” You recognized that voice. That same voice that continued to pester you every day. Your eyes followed the hand that held onto your wrist all the way to the face of the owner, locking eye contact. Oh, how that gaze makes the butterflies dance in your already tumbling stomach. That stupid grin, that always makes you want to punch it off, was drawn onto his chiselled face. Shaking your hand from his grip and folding your arms over your chest you waited for the dreaded words to escape from his pretty mouth.

“Have... Have you been avoiding me?” The change of tone in his voice, the way he slightly averted his gaze from yours as if he didn’t want to crumble under your view. His once confident grin was now replaced with pursed lips and nervous lip licking. His demeanour and reaction. Was he anxious? Even if he looked extremely cute in this kind of vulnerable state, you couldn’t give in. Your pride was too great to be easily brought down.

“You’ve finally noticed.” Your words made him swallow and quickly shift, causing you to feel a bit of guilt. Why did it matter what you said or thought?

“Oh.” Oh? That’s it? After weeks of constant verbal harassment, this is what he has to say of it?

“If you have nothing else to tell me, I’ll be going now.” Uninterested, you adjusted your bag and was about to walk away.

“C-can I know why?” He stuttered? The Oikawa Toru stuttered. Was he that desperate to know? He wasn’t the one to change, so why now? And why with you?

“Why would you want to know?” You felt bad for almost sneering at him, but you couldn’t control yourself at the moment.

“I... I’m not sure, but all I know is that I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us.”

“Do you even understand what your actions do? Did you know how uncomfortable I was every time you flirted with me? Even if you did, why didn’t you stop?”

“You never told me to stop. You never told me to leave you alone.” He was right. You didn’t turn him down. Only walking away. Maybe you thought that was enough of a message to tell him that you weren’t interested, but since he’s the type of person who needs to be directly told what he has done, maybe he didn’t know. Your silence gave him all the answers he needed and made that stupid smirk reappear.

“Fine, fine~ Maybe I did go too far with my flirting.” He leaned back, attempting to look at your eyes, but you only looked away, trying to mask the incoming blush dusting your cheeks. “Can I take you out as an apology?”

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Why not?” His once boyish charm changed into one of a literal child. He whined and gave a slight pout. His moods change so fast.

“I literally avoided you because you kept trying to get with me and your way of apologizing is to take me out on a date?”

“Ah, yes. That is quite contradicting, but I swear it’ll be worth it.” His eyes gleamed with hope as he stood in the silence. Cute.

“If it means free food, then sure.” Who were you to turn down a free meal? Grimacing, Oikawa begrudgingly nodded, checking his wallet that was soon going to be quite empty.

You weren’t expecting to be spending your Wednesday afternoon with the boy who always pestered you in a tiny room. The room was dark and the only light that illuminated the room was from the television and the colourful disco ball that rotated on the ceiling. Snack wrappers littered the couch and the table as you laughed at how Oikawa sang. He stood on the couch danced while straining to match the lyrics and beat into the microphone. Tears formed in your eyes at the constant laughing you were doing.

You were so wrong when it came to Oikawa. The flirty perfect boy that you and everyone else saw was not only that. You got to see Oikawa in a different light. In your opinion, a better light. His guard was down and he didn’t need to try so hard in order to gain your attention. His hair was damp from the work he was putting into his performance and his voice was hoarse from the screaming and voice cracks that vibrated through the thin walls. You got to hear the melody of his laugh. How sweet and innocent it was; nothing like the laughs and smiles he displayed in school. This was a side of Oikawa that you never knew he had, and honestly, you might be falling in love with this version. The way he let loose and was never embarrassed about not hitting a note or missing a beat as if he didn’t give a care in the world at the moment. And it was attractive.

You found yourself staring at his features. You knew he was handsome but up close, he was gorgeous. Maybe it was how free he looked and how he wasn’t trying that made him look so much happier. Maybe this time, you’ll give in to his comments. Maybe you’ll stay and hear him out. Maybe you will start the conversation. He still looked like the human that was built by the gods themselves, but maybe he was a bit more human than you thought he was.

[juuls]

Got any stuckony recs?

YES! Absolutely yes!

My apologies this took until today. I had a busy weekend and had to rest a lot, but I’m here now. :) Also, I don’t have my old bookmarks list (long story) so I’m having to go through and look for my favorites, old and new. Long process! (This took me over four hours, though I was doing a few other things as well. Still, I’m a bit of a slowpoke.)

See below the cut for some of my favorites, and don’t forget to leave kudos and comments (even just an “I liked this!”) for the authors, to let them know their hard work is appreciated!

(If someone knows an author’s Tumblr handle, let me know or tag them so that I can edit this rec list and tag them appropriately!)

Equilateral by FestiveFerret @festiveferret

It was the way Steve had said, “I found him,” the desperate, agonized hope, that had Tony replying with, “Bring him home,” without any hesitation.

But now, now he was hesitating like fuck.

Penny Candy and Sparklers by StrivingArtist @striving-artist

James Buchanan Barnes: formerly the Winter Soldier, formerly Captain America’s right hand man, formerly a sergeant, formerly a dock worker, formerly Stevie’s best friend…. currently a glorified prisoner of Prince T’Challa…. had trouble wrapping his head around all those former selves. He spent too much time thinking about all the bits of him that he kept gluing back together to pretend he was a person anyone would want to keep. He spent even more time picking at the cracks, pointing the flaws out to himself. Only thing he did more than that was make sure no one else noticed how far he was from human.

So, James Buchanan Barnes, who didn’t know what to call himself, who didn’t know how to go forwards, agreed, and moved back into the tower where his best friend lived with a husband orphaned by the Winter Soldier.

Hide A Heart of War by RayShippouUchiha @rayshippouuchiha

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”

Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

Of Spiders and Super-Soldiers by AuddieAussie (Juulna’s note: I come back and read this all the time when I need some family feels and a smile. :))

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn’t blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they’ll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn’t have to worry about Steve’s grim frown, Bucky’s hateful gaze, or everyone else’s cold annoyance.

For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn’t sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he’d somehow acquired a kid.

and you needed someone to show you the way by SailorChibi @tsuki-chibi

Tony knows what the team really thinks of him. It’s a delicate balance: they tolerate him because of his money and his toys, and he gets to stay on the team and fight with them. He’s okay with that. So long as he hides the fact that Steve’s and Bucky’s names are written on his skin in the most embarrassing act of one-sided love affection ever, everything will be fine.

It just figures that a fantastically stupid villain, a kidnapping plot and a video camera will bring Tony’s well-kept secret out into the open.

The Mechanic, The Soldier, and The Captain by AvocadoLove (Juulna’s note: this is sad)

HYDRA need a replacement for Zola’s genius, and they have years worth of experience breaking and brainwashing a good man into something they can control.

Beware of Super Soldiers And Their Enticing Laps by Confused_Emo

Tony’s eyes shifted back toward the remaining occupants of the room only to realise there was literally no space in the sitting area for him.

This apparently was the best time for Bucky to make suggestive gestures, as the soldier patted his thigh lasciviously, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap, plenty of space right here.”

Just Far Enough by TheSopherFly (Juulna’s note: please read the tags. This is triggering and sad and angsty but fucking phenomenally well done and one of my all-time favorites… And I don’t like angst at all.) 

Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.

Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.

He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn’t taking it too far - just far enough.

Trinity by cinaea (immediately followed by pt. 2: Volition)

He’s become the kind of monster he all but died trying to stop.

A D/s, soul-bond AU set in modern day. More than two years ago, Bucky Barnes was lost during a Howling Commandos mission and captured by HYDRA. He and fellow prisoners Clint and Natasha—all submissives—are treated as slaves and forced to carry out terrorist attacks for their masters. An attack by the Avengers enables their escape but leaves Bucky with an incomplete soul bond to two superheroes.

Vowing to never be imprisoned again, Bucky and his friends go on the run from HYDRA, from law enforcement, and from the two dominants who will do anything to find him.

Don’t Tell Pepper by Crematosis

Tony convinces Steve that it is totally okay to include Bucky in their relationship because nobody will ever know. They’ll keep it a secret from the team and they’ll absolutely keep it a secret from Pepper because she’ll only yell at them.

Like most of Tony’s good ideas, it comes back to blow up in his face.

Underneath the Mistletoe by DreamcatchersDaughter @dreamcatchersdaughter

5 times Tony gets caught underneath the mistletoe and one time he doesn’t (and thank fuck for that).

and another like it by the same author:

Christmas Kisses (aka Sam is So Done With Your Shit)

Their mutual pining is driving him crazy, but its okay cause Natasha’s got a plan.

The Colors That Bind Us by yasminakohl @stuckonstoney

When Steve Rogers was six a boy saved him from a bully, then sky went from white-gray to brilliant blue.

When Bucky fell, the world stayed colorful and everyone told him it was because of the serum, he believed them.

When he woke from the ice and he finds the black and white he’d expected years ago, sixty-six years ago it seems, he’s crushed.

Now there’s color again, this time it comes with amazing reds and golds.

Until he wakes up and his sky is brilliant and his color mate is trying to kill him, his first color mate.

Will Steve ever be able to have his blue, red and gold?

The Melting, the Spark, and the Suffocation by btBatt @batterology

“So, Bucky,” he said, clapping his hands. “You ready to change the lives of asthmatic little punks everywhere?” Bucky sent a skeptical look Steve’s way.

“It seems to be my calling in life,” he said. Steve just smiled. He looked a little like he was having a moment, one of his oh-my-God-I-have-Bucky-back moments, so Tony smiled too.

“There are worse things,” Tony mused.

“Hear, hear,” Natasha said.

The Limitations of Wax by RayShippouUchiha @rayshippouuchiha (Juulna’s note: This has been untouched for quite a while but there are separate WiPs being written and branched off of this – and completed – that are fantastic, and the core character study in this fic is fantastic so I still recommend it.)

Toni Stark grows up with the tale of Icarus swirling in the back of her mind. Instead of taking it as a precautionary tale about hubris and overreaching she decides it’s more about the limitations of wax.

Years later when she builds herself wings of her own she makes sure to build them out of better material.

Difficult Conversations by yumekuimono @yumekuimono

HYDRA had brainwashed their Asset into silence, and then muzzled him to boot. It’s not that surprising that Bucky no longer considers talking to be one of his strong suits. So why does he keep having to have difficult conversations?

Or, the road to loving Tony Stark is never an easy one. (Juulna’s note: Eventual/Pre-OT3)

Strip it Down by Batfink

“Think about who you’re talking to Bucky. I am the technology king. What you’re asking me to do goes against everything I hold dear.” Tony looked positively distraught.

Bucky slid his hand onto Tony’s cheek, tilting his head until their eyes met. “Crying, Tony. Over the fucking washing machine.”

Giving a Friend a Hand by neunundneunzig (seasidesunset)

Bucky gets Tony’s help dealing with… anatomy malfunctions, and it turns into much more.

Operation: Knuckleheads by FestiveFerret @festiveferret

Bucky is enjoying his new, post-Winter Soldier life at Avengers Tower, until he discovers that the constant tension between Steve and Tony was caused by a recent (and mysterious) breakup. Determined to make his friends happy, Bucky gives himself a new mission: figure out what went wrong, and get these two idiots in love back together again.

Compass Heading by antigrav_vector @disco-pinecone

So… It’s complicated. Steve went and got himself killed on a mission, and, somehow, in the aftermath, Tony ended up getting together with Barnes. He’s still not entirely sure how that happened, really, but he’s not about to question it too hard. He’s enjoying it too much.

Then, because the universe loves turning his life upside down, they find Steve. It’s been two years, and things have changed, but Tony still cares about the asshole, and that, right there, is a problem.

Too Damn Short by MrShyRockstar

“I’m too short for this shit.”

This literally sums up this little ficlet. Tony’s too short, Steve is clearly (to anyone with eyes *coughnottonycough*) pining, and Bucky is just watching everything with exasperated amusement. That is all.

Put Your Arms Around Me, Hold Me Tight by StarSpangledBucky

Tony and Bucky desperately need to sort out the kink in their relationship, before they both lose Steve, or one of them does. It isn’t until the second week Steve is away on a mission that Tony goes through a nightmare, and Bucky decides to comfort him. From there, it gives them a chance to talk. And by the time Steve comes back, he’s more than satisfied by the results.

Minefields by arianapeterson19 (Juulna’s note: Please heed the tags! Content is triggering for abusive relationships.)

Being in an abusive relationship was a bit like needing glasses. He didn’t realize it until the damage was done.

Funny how people assume only men can be abusive.

And a new fic by a new author I would like to recommend to people to read:

Lonely Boy by thereddame @the-red-dame

Tony gets a visit from a Tony from a different universe and she needs him to help keep her children safe until Girl-Tony can kick some HYDRA ass. She’s being pretty tight-lipped about the father but he’s got a sneaking suspicion it’s Steve. Hey, maybe he can get ‘best babysitter in the universe’ award after this? 

I’m sure since you are sending me an ask you know about my fics (though maybe not my oneshot), but I’ll list them anyway. ;)

Necrosis by Juulna

Necrosis (from the Greek νέκρωσις “death, the stage of dying, the act of killing” from νεκρός “dead”)

Tony always thought he’d die first, of the three of them. He’d accepted it, even. Hell, he wasn’t even sure that Steve or Bucky coulddie. Shows how much he knew.

Hanging From a Cross of Iron by Juulna

Toni Stark never - not even once - had a soulmark appear. Not one she can remember, at any rate. But when one finally appears, and the date of her rendezvous seems impossible to meet, does she decide to move on with her life, and forget the words written upon her skin?

Of course not. She’s Toni fucking Stark. Making the impossible possible is practically her family motto.

Well… there we go! I hope that that suffices for recommendations? If you want some more, I’m happy to provide them! Happy reading, and don’t forget:

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