#Alpha Travel Agent

[alphapriority01]

Airport Greeter Services | Alpha Travel Agent

Airport greeter services typically involve individuals or teams welcoming passengers upon their arrival at an airport. These greeters may assist passengers with various tasks such as navigating through the airport, providing information about transportation options, helping with luggage, and offering general assistance to ensure a smooth transition from the airport to their destination. https://alphapriority.com/services

[doubleodonut]

these were concepts from an older freelancer!tucker AU, in which our modern-time tucker travels back in time to the early days of the PFL program and tries to break alpha out. also he has wrist energy daggers and it rules. agent kentucky babyyy

[kenobisrightboot]

a love letter to cody: some fic recs

for a character that probably has less than an hour of actual screen time, this squatter lives in my head rent-free every day. fanon has done for his character what lorge gukas should've in the first place, crafting a guy packed with so much narrative and emotional potential for the wider sw universe that i regularly tear my hair out over the topic. i'll climb on my soapbox about that later, though.

so have this: a list of some solid cody-centric fics, organized roughly < wordcount-wise. fics are either complete, update regularly, or i'm hoping a boost of attention will encourage the writers. i plan to do a separate post dedicated to cody ships. if you want to find me on ao3 and rifle through my raw bookmarks, dm me.

eat up.

"Su Cuy'gar, Vod" by Triscribe. ~7k words, part of a series, rated ga. the clones get thrown back in time, and cody finds himself on melidaan

"these dry lands" by qigiined. ~10k words, rated t+. au, cody is trying to keep his little commander alive. features non-human obi-wan and qui-gon. this author has a lot of great non-human au fics that feature tons of humorous whump and well-written disabled characters

"glory be" by never_going_home. ~15k words, rated ga. time-travel, but sideways and back - disabled characters and interesting force shenanigans. (send this author some encouragement! ^^)

"Gold Leader" by TheShinyLizard, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67). ~15k words. cody's quest to find obiwan, post order 66

"The Force of My Love" by Quarra. ~20k words, rated m. eldritch clones, need i say more. crack treated seriously

"little warrior (be careful who you trust)" by TheGodWith5Yen. ~25k words, rated t+. desert husbands healing from trauma together

"keep" by TallNegotiations (dionova). ~30k words, rated t+. angry, angry cody. whump. what makes a human?

"Spring Thaw" by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal). ~40k words, rated t+. obiwan is a recovering sleeper agent, and cody and alpha-17 take care of him

[starshinegarcia]

Into You - Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Season 4, Episode 9 “Pickup” - Reader is in place of Emily in the first scene, then she goes in alongside Emily later on (part 2) as bait, instead of Jordan.

Thank you so so much to @cerisereids for the prompt, and to @ilikw for bringing it to my attention!! I hope i did it justice!

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe”

As you stepped into the sleazy bar, you suddenly became very hyper aware that you were the only female in a few-mile radius who wasn’t wearing a low cut something-or-another. You trailed close behind Morgan and Hotch, as you all made your way to the monologuing misogynist hidden away in the back corner of the bar. Viper’s voice carried through the air- saying something that, you’re sure would’ve made your blood boil, had you been paying any attention- his poisonous eyes landing on you and smirking. A shiver went down your spine as you subtly shifted your gaze over to Hotch, who was watching Viper intently- but his eyes softened when he glanced back at you. “Agent, you alright?” You nod, avoiding his gaze as Viper finishes talking- in fear of your cheeks flushing if you look directly into Hotch’s eyes again. You feel his gaze on you, until it shifts and you instead look up as Viper walks towards the three of you.

“So, what, you think this guy, this unsub took one of my classes?” “He copied your ‘the camera adds 10 pounds' routine verbatim.” Hotch replies. Viper smirks. “Yeah, that’s a good gag.” You bring your eyes up to meet him, speaking for the first time, “If you could just give us your attendance lists, it might help us find him.”

Viper toys with it for a minute, before a defiantly sassy “No.” “No?” You repeat. “My clients expect a certain amount of confidentiality. I won’t compromise that.” Hotch then continues to banter with him about warrants, then something about outwitting “alpha males like you” to Morgan before you speak up, “What club were you at last night?” Hotch’s jaw has been clenched slightly this whole time- he shouldn’t have had you come along on this particular questioning. With every passing second, he became less and less in control of his actions, as jealousy clouded his judgment. The way that that man was looking at you, all that he wanted to do was grab your waist and show that stupid snake man who you really belong to. But, no, you weren’t even his, regardless of how inappropriate that would be if you were. He grins, very obviously checking you out as his eyes travel up and down your body. “It’s a legitimate question.” Derek counters, watching his body language.” “Firstly, How many times do you have to rely on your badge to score, baldy? Secondly-” He turns to Hotch, standing opposite you while Morgan follows him intently with his eyes. “Here, in this harsh light, you may have the advantage..” Viper suddenly takes a step towards you, inching his face so close you can smell the tobacco on his breath, “But meet me on my turf, and ohoho, the things I could make you do..”

A flame erupts inside you, wanting more than anything to cuss him out- but a tall figure is in front of you before you get the chance to respond. Hotch’s voice rang out, cold as he passed the man a business card. “Call us with any questions. And, if you do, I can be certain that if you talk to my agent like that again, it won’t end this peacefully.” You could hear the anger in Aaron’s voice, and you scoffed. As if you couldn’t fucking protect yourself. You feel Derek’s hand on your shoulder, indicating towards the exit. “You okay, blondie?” You shake your head, muttering under your breathe, “All he sees me as is a fucking child, I can protect myself.” Derek furrows his brows slightly, letting you walk to the SUV ahead as he lays back and walks in pace with Hotch. “How much longer are you going to pretend that you don't want to kiss her, boss man?” He winks at Hotch, before hopping in the passengers seat. Hotch’s hands clench the wheel as he drives. That stupid guy. The things that I could do to him, I’d make him regret ever letting his filthy face near her’s. She needs my protection, she hasn’t learned how to calmly react yet, that’s it, she’s new, that’s why I want to protect her. His eyes flick up and find yours in the backseat, as you sit there with your arms crossed, quickly shaking your head and looking out the window when you feel his eyes on you. Every fucking time. He never lets you stand up for yourself, never lets you fight back, half the time he finds an excuse to make you stay out of the unsub crime scenes. Who the fuck was he to defend you? His stupid, handsome face.. Morgan observes you both with a slight smirk, shooting a text to his baby girl that says something along the lines of “I think Blondie and Hotch may finally realize something’s up between them.”

“Been waiting, and waiting for you, to make a move”

As soon as the SUV pulls into the Georgia Field Office, Hotch gets out, with a curt “Agent. My office, now.” before slamming the car door behind him. You grumble and shoot an angry look in his direction, before following him into the Field office, and into his makeshift headquarters. As soon as the door shuts behind you, you start, “Do you not think I’m strong enough for this team, sir?” He sits down, folding his hands and watching you intently as you pace. “I do.” “Is there something weak about me? Do I not make it clear that I know how to deal with suspects and criminals?” “I do not see you as weak, and I certainly know your ability to argue-” You interrupt him, “Then what, sir, what is it? Every damn time, you just cut in front of me as if I’m your daughter or something, I mean, come on, I know I’m younger than you but I-” “That isn’t why I do it, you haven’t worked here long enough to get your footing yet, I’ve done it with Prentiss, Reid, when they first started-” “Then why do they look so surprised every time? It’s like I’m some special pearl, I can only ask questions but never actually interrogate or go catch unsubs-” You’re both yelling by now, and Hotch has stood up and made his way towards you, “Agent, I do not appreciate your tone with me right now.” “Well I don’t appreciate your- your- your weird, jealous, overprotective-” Your stop, chest heaving as he towers over you. You thought he would be angry, on the verge of dismissing you, but instead, his eyes have gone soft as he gazes down at you. Suddenly, you feel his lips on yours. You’re kissing your boss, and it feels so beautiful, so good, so right, as he wraps his arms around your waist and you bring yours around his neck. He pulls away, immediately trying to step back, sputtering apologies, but you grab his hands and kiss him again, with more passion than before. He gives in, for a moment, but pulls away firmly after a few more seconds, and as quickly as it had happened it was over. “Tha, uhm, that will be all, Agent. Thank you” Hotch says breathlessly, motioning towards the door as he resumes his seat at the paint-chipped desk.

Well, fuck.

“A little bit scandalous, but baby, don’t let them see it..”

Keep your eyes peeled for part 2…only if it’s wanted, that is ;) Also on AO3 under the same name!! i’m @/pumpkinspicedtheatre on there :)

[veltana]

All my works are posted on AO3 but I’m in the process of posting the old stuff to tumblr as well.

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One shots

Breaking point Possessive!Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit Bucky is done with you going out with losers. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Groupie Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fan!fem!reader Explicit Since joining the Avengers you've been avoiding Bucky Barnes, afraid of what would happen if he ever learned the truth. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Highest bidder Friend!Steve Rogers/Virgin!fem!reader Explicit Tired of being a virgin and out of money you travel to Las Vegas to auction it off. Little do you know your friend Steve Rogers won't let anyone else have you. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Like a shadow CEO!Bucky Barnes/PA!fem!reader Explicit You’re Bucky’s assistant. What happens when he notices you after six months? [AO3] [Tumblr]

Mutual satisfaction Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Avengers!fem!reader Explicit Movie night turns into something you could never have imagined. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Riding into the night Biker!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit You meet Bucky at a bar. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Shared Desires Bucky/Fem!reader, Steve/Fem!reader, brief Bucky/Steve Explicit With a sigh, Steve looks at his best friend, his long lost brother, the person he went through hell to get back. If Bucky knew the truth he wouldn't be laughing. [AO3] [Tumblr]

The winter rebound Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit You go with your friend to Mr. Stark's holiday party [AO3] [Tumblr]

Unleashed Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit Bucky becomes exposed to a chemical during a mission and all he needs is you. [AO3] [Tumblr]

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Incentive Ari Levinson/Fem!reader + Stucky/Reader Explicit Ari is having a business meeting and you wouldn’t mind being used to sweeten the deal. [AO3] [Tumblr] Gift Ari Levinson/Fem!reader + Stucky/Reader Explicit Ari surprises you for your birthday with a special gift. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Such a bad day Ari Levinson/Fem!reader/Jake Jensen Explicit You're moping because it's raining but Ari and Jake know how to turn that frown into something else. [AO3] [Tumblr]

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Sunday funday  Professor!Spencer Reid/Student!Reader  Explicit You’re unsatisfied after a disappointing weekend and find your professor on a special kind of dating app. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Relentless Pleasures Professor!Spencer Reid/Student!Reader Explicit Fucking your professor might have been the best and the worst decision of your life. Is it just sex or do both of you want something more? When an unsub makes their way towards your university, you and Spencer are forced to face your feelings for each other a lot sooner than any of you had counted on. [AO3] [Tumblr]

One shots

Carry you to bed BAU!Spencer Reid/Agent!Reader Explicit You’re on loan to the BAU and during your first case you fall asleep in the car.  [AO3] [Tumblr]

If you want to come Spencer Reid/Luke Alvez/best friend!Reader Explicit There has always been something between you and Luke but it has never led to anything. On a rare night off you’re supposed to have dinner and catch up but end up going out with his co-workers. [AO3] [Tumblr]

[solohux]

Hey lottie!! I have been following you since forever and fell out of kylux for a couple years and am just coming back to it now, im so pleased to see you are still killing it!!

Just wondering if you have any recs for recent kylux fics ? Ive barely read any fics since 2021, so am lost on where to begin!! Any big ones?

(Im a sucker for angst if that helps !!!!!)

🐀💖

I've been lingering in the background of the Kylux fandom for some months and, during this time, I've been keeping up with some fic reading so I do have some recent recs for you! And also some of my favourites since 2021!

Rec is beneath the Read More <3

♦ Hold His Broken Pieces by need_more_meta (Violence, Non-Con, Canonverse, 94k words, Complete)

After Pryde discovers the identity of the spy, he decides that killing Hux would be too simple. Instead, Pryde sells Hux to human traffickers and enjoys the thought of what will be done to him. In the midst of horrific abuse inflicted on Hux’s body and mind, he stops thinking about rescue. But rescue comes—in the form of his worst enemy and his greatest love. Will Hux find a way back to himself after everything he’s been through? Will Kylo find a way forward to be the person Hux needs him to be? It’s possible—but it won’t be easy.

No, it won’t be easy at all.

♦ A Happy Wife by basaltdyke (Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Canonverse, 64k words, Complete)

You know what they say: a happy wife is a happy life. Caring for three children under four full-time is no small task. Keeping a home in order, while making sure to have dinner ready when his hardworking husband comes home, all while looking effortlessly composed, is easier said than done. Armitage Solo – dutiful wife, mother, and homemaker – is up for the challenge. All is perfectly ordered in his life, until this happy wife discovers his happy life is not what it appears.

♦ How Deep Does The Water Go by need_more_meta (No Warnings, Modern AU, 143k words, Complete)

Special Agent Armitage Hux is determined to take down Kylo Ren, a new star among cyber criminals with his deadly ransomware Dark Side. Then he gets saddled with an independent consultant Ben Solo and nothing goes exactly as planned.

♦ Conceal by Yanyangire (Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, ABO Canonverse, 330k words, Complete)

Hux has kept the fact that he is an omega hidden since he first presented almost two decades ago. However, when his suppressants suddenly stop working Hux has no choice but to seek out an alpha to spend his heat with otherwise he risks suffering serious damage to his body and possibly even death. Unfortunately for Hux the only alpha he can really turn to is none other than his co-commander, Kylo Ren. And who knows if that insufferable man will even agree to help him out or not.

♦ Hadopelagic by DustOnBothSides (Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, ABO Canonverse, 33k words, Complete)

After a life of staying pharmaceutically heat-free, Hux has to allow his body to go through at least one natural cycle, lest there be consequences. He takes a shore leave and travels to a former omegan retreat, abandoned and all but forgotten after the fall of Old Republic. Ren, not knowing of Hux's predicament, decides to follow, suspecting treason. He finds something else instead.

♦ That's Not The Future I Want by MegaraLiancourt (Violence, Canonverse, 68k words, Complete)

After the battle of Crait, Kylo Ren has a dream that he believes is premonitory: he sees the destruction of the First Order, absorbed by Palpatine's Last Order, but also his return to the light side of the Force, and then his death. Shocked by these visions, he decides to do everything possible to prevent this future from happening. He then turns to the only ‘ally’ at hand reach: a (very) broken General Hux.

♦ Negative Pressure by JayneSilver (Violence, Canonverse, 58k words, Complete)

General Hux is ordered by Supreme Leader Snoke to retrieve Kylo Ren from Starkiller Base - and of course, Hux always follows orders. But when Kylo Ren damages their shuttle on the way back to the Finalizer and they crashland on an unknown planet, orders become harder to follow.

♦ Under Construction by Kyluxtrashpit (Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Canonverse, 58k words, Complete)

When he poured the Force into Rey’s unresponsive body, he was sure he would die. He did it anyway, though, because he knew she deserved to live more than he did. Perhaps this way, he could at least do one thing that was right. But the man that had once been Ben Solo and Kylo Ren, and was now somehow both yet neither, did not die. Instead, he gifted her his power with the Force and lost his own connection completely, leaving him even more lost and empty than ever before.

♦ The Lies Still Ring by wishonadarkstar (No Warnings, ABO Canonverse with mpreg, 41k words, Complete)

Finding out he was pregnant by one of the least intolerable alphas in his acquaintance should have been a relief for Hux, who has had to scratch and scrabble for every crumb of power he has. It's too bad, then, that Kylo Ren is a monster. The fact of the matter is that Hux will do anything it takes to survive.

♦ I say your name over and over again by Antisceptic (No Warnings, Canonverse, 17k words, Complete)

Snoke made sure Ren and Hux were as far away from each other as possible. It shouldn’t matter, but Ren is obsessed and Hux needs something only Ren can give him. It’s difficult and none of your fucking buisness, thanks.

♦ Emotional Support Cat by notlikelybutpossible (No Warnings, Canonverse, 15k words, Complete)

Kylo Ren wasn't expecting to form a bond with Millicent, his irritating co-commander's cat. But to be fair, if anyone on the Finalizer needs an emotional support animal, it's him...

♦ These Rhinestone Eyes by Pizzaslut (No Warnings, Modern AU with Strip Clubs, 15k words, Complete)

Armitage Hux couldn't pinpoint when his primary source of comfort had become his own reflection staring back at him from a glossy stage floor. Even now, as he tipped his face towards the shiny floor he had stood on not two seconds ago while he twirled upside down by the sheer power of his thighs holding him up on the pole, Hux knew this was infinitely a thousand times better than the sight that would greet him if he looked up.

♦ Bloodied Hands by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles (No Warnings, Canonverse, 1.8k words, Complete)

After a mission gone wrong, Kylo does the only thing he's good at: destruction. Yet as he rains down attacks on First Order equipment, his lightsaber becomes unstable and damages his hands. Even the pain and blood aren't enough to quiet the hateful voices raging in his head. Silence only comes when Hux grasps Kylo's bloodied hands and tells him it will be alright.

♦ Chew Toy by NylonRabbit (Chose Not TO Use Archive Warnings, Canonverse, 2.9k words, Complete)

Terrified of his pending execution at the hands of Snoke, Hux pleads for Ren to save him…

♦ Dreamscapes by JayneSilver (Violence, Canonverse, 17k words, Complete)

Dreams are treacherous places. Kylo Ren loses his place in his sleep, then finds his way.

♦ Stargazing by Kittens (No Warnings, Fantasy AU, 102k words, Complete)

Brendol has arranged to marry Armitage off to his own benefit. Armitage has no idea who he is to marry, but he is certain they will be just as terrible as Brendol. But there's a lot he doesn't know about his new husband. He only needs to give him a chance.

♦ The Only Hell I Know Is Without You by Aethir (Violence, Canonverse, 60k words, Complete)

After crash-landing on a mysterious planet, Hux and Kylo find themselves stranded in an arena of death and destruction. They must survive the wilderness together; they must survive captivity together. Beholden to the whims of a sadistic Overseer, both of them face two very different battles, one of wills, and one of blood and bone. It’s made worse by the Overseer’s hatred of Hux, and by Kylo’s deteriorating hold on his sanity as he’s cut off from the Force. As each day passes their chances of escape dwindle, but they will not be deterred. They will bleed. They will fight. They will destroy. But ultimately, they will win.

[sterekbros]

for the rest of our lives (1958 words) by Winchesterek Rating: Explicit Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Knotting, Barebacking, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Slice of Life Series: Part 6 of Laughter Lines For: @sterekweekly momentous and @sterekfests theme sweater weather. And @warmandfluffybingocards square morning cuddles.

Stiles shivered as the cool air licked at his skin, a smile spreading across his lips as he felt the heat against his side. He rolled over and snuggled into it, firm muscles and soft hair reminding him that he was with Derek and they had come back to Virginia. They’d spent a year traveling the world and Stiles hadn't returned yet to the FBI. At this point, he thought he never would. They’d found a nice place in rural Virginia just in case he decided to try to go back to work, but it hadn't even occurred to Stiles to call his boss and ask for his job back. His leave was long over and he was sure someone else had his job by now. It was a momentous decision.

His fingers trailed along Derek’s chest, tracing absent symbols against his skin. They’d grown so much together over the last year; their matebond was stronger than it ever had been before. There was a strength and surety he could feel in the bond, like their love was a rock that couldn't be broken, no matter what people thought of them.

Stiles smiled and turned his face to press kisses against Derek’s chest, feeling when Derek started to wake because the arm wrapped around Stiles curled more around him and Derek’s fingers started running along his back lazily.

“Good morning,” he breathed against Derek’s skin. Derek grumbled and Stiles chuckled, teasing his tongue over Derek’s nipple.

“You’re a menace,” Derek said with a gasp, his hand moving to cup the back of Stiles’ head. Stiles grinned, giving Derek’s nipple one more teasing suck before he turned up to capture Derek’s lips in a kiss.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning up just enough on his elbow to give Derek a more thorough kiss.

“Hey,” Derek replied, brushing his nose against Stiles’.

Stiles knew it was one of the things they did and he wasn't sure how they’d gotten started with the whole ‘hey’ ‘hey’ echoed response, but Stiles loved it. It was something so simple and intimate, like a secret all their own.

“How’d you sleep?” Stiles asked, just studying Derek like he’d never be able to get enough of him. And he never would. Stiles knew that.

“Perfect, with you in my arms,” Derek replied with a smile spreading across his lips.

Stiles laughed and smacked Derek in the chest. “You’re such a sap!”

“What, it’s true!” Derek added with a laugh of his own, grabbing Stiles’ hand on his chest.

Derek captured Stiles’ lips in another kiss, even as Stiles was still laughing into the kiss. But he wrapped his arms around Derek and rolled over onto his back, dragging Derek on top of him.

“I love you,” Stiles said softly, his fingers threading through Derek’s hair.

“I love you too, so much,” Derek replied, kissing Stiles again, deeper this time.

Stiles moaned softly, spreading his thighs to make room for Derek between them. He could already feel Derek’s dick pressing against his hip, hard and demanding, Stiles’ cock already half-hard itself. He hooked his calf around the back of Derek’s thigh as Derek rocked against him.

“Why did we sleep with clothes on?” Derek muttered against Stiles’ lips, his hands already moving to push at the waist of Stiles’ sweatpants.

“Because it’s getting cooler and I move around too much at night to sleep naked,” Stiles replied with a chuckle. “I get cold when I roll away from you.”

Plus, Stiles was used to sleeping with his clothes on. It was something he’d picked up over the last twenty years, always ready to fight… always reaching for his gun, which was something that was hard for him to break over the last year during their travels.

“No clothes,” Derek growled as he pushed Stiles’ sweatpants the rest of the way down so Stiles could kick them away. “We’ll raise the heat.”

Stiles was laughing softly still as they continued to kiss.

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles breathed, his hands moving to push Derek’s sweatpants off his hips, working them down until he could use his long legs to strip Derek out of them. Derek broke their kiss long enough to yank Stiles’ shirt off and then crushed their lips together again.

Stiles moaned, rolling his hips against Derek, chasing the friction he badly needed as he felt Derek’s dick slide against his. He broke from the kiss, tilting his chin up and Derek wasted no time in dropping kisses and bites to his neck that shot straight to Stiles’ dick.

God, when Derek left marks on his neck it made his dick ache and leak, even though he already had a matebond. Having everyone being able to see that he belonged to Derek did things to Stiles. He loved it and he knew that Derek did too.

“Mmm, fuck,” Stiles breathed. “Get the lube. Need to feel you inside of me.”

Derek nipped at his neck and gave a disapproving sound at having to move away, which was normal, but Stiles managed not to chuckle as Derek withdrew and shifted over to grab the nightstand drawer. He yanked it open and fished out the lube, handing it to Stiles.

Stiles grinned and gripped the lube bottle, flipping the cap and squirted some into his hand before pressing it between them and gripping Derek’s dick. Derek groaned, dropping his face against Stiles’ shoulder as Stiles slicked him up.

“Stretch me on your cock,” Stiles breathed against Derek’s ear and Derek couldn’t do anything but nod as Stiles pressed Derek’s dick between his asscheeks and rubbed his sensitive cockhead over his hole.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Derek teased, catching Stiles’ mouth in a kiss.

“At least it’ll be a good death,” Stiles joked back and gasped as Derek pressed forward, forcing his way into Stiles’ body.

“Fuck,” Stiles gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids fluttered closed. His head dropped back against the bed, his body arching against Derek and taking him deeper until Derek bottomed out and they both let out desperate sounds. “God, I love it when you do that, making me open for you. You feel so damn good.”

“Mine,” Derek growled, punctuating it with a thrust of his hips and his mouth dropping to Stiles’ neck as Stiles turned his head. Derek scraped his teeth over Stiles’ mating bite, which caused Stiles to groan as he wrapped his legs around Derek.

“Yours,” Stiles breathed, letting himself go as he felt Derek through their matebond. A wash of warmth and love and desire that echoed his own. He threaded his fingers through Derek’s hair, cupping the back of his head as Derek worried his mark. “God, Derek. All yours. Always.”

He felt Derek’s fangs teasing his neck and god, Stiles wanted Derek to bite him and renew their bond, but first, he wanted —

“Fuck me,” Stiles begged, his nails digging into Derek’s shoulder as he clawed at him with blunt nails. When Derek pulled out and thrust back into him, Stiles moaned as Derek nailed his prostate.

And god, when Derek started moving in earnest, Stiles couldn't do more than take it as Derek’s hips pistoned perfectly, fucking him hard. Stiles’ toes curled, his long legs squeezing tighter around Derek.

“Derek, fuck—Derek—” Stiles gripped Derek’s hair and pulled him up into a kiss. Stiles kissed him thoroughly as they rocked together, Derek’s fang knicking his lips and tongue but Stiles didn't care. He loved it when Derek shifted for him because it meant that Derek was sharing all of himself with Stiles. That he trusted and loved him enough to do that.

“Stiles—” Derek slurred through his fangs, pressing his forehead against Stiles’, like he was struggling for control.

“I’ve got you,” Stiles panted, kissing Derek again. “Flip us.”

Derek nodded, holding onto Stiles as he shifted and rolled onto his back, gripping Stiles’ hips firmly.

Stiles grinned down at Derek, settling on him until Derek’s dick was pressing deep inside of him, stretching him in the best ways. Derek’s cock felt so much thicker when Stiles rode him.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re shifted.” Stiles kissed Derek, Derek’s arm wrapping around him and holding him close. Stiles could taste his blood on Derek’s lips and tongue, the metallic tang reminding him how sharp Derek’s fangs were and it only made his dick harder. “I need you to knot me.”

“You know I won't ever turn down that request,” Derek replied, thrusting his hips up, showing how much he didn't mind. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stiles replied softly, kissing Derek again as they started to move, Stiles easily rising and falling on Derek’s cock, the muscles in his thighs tense, his hands moving to brace himself against the headboard.

Stiles whimpered and Derek groaned under him as they moved in tandem until Derek’s hands gripped Stiles’ hips so hard that he knew he’d have bruises in a few hours. He whined as Derek held him still, fucking up into him, skin slapping together with the force of his thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck—I’m gonna, oh fuck—Derek, knot me,” Stiles begged, lips parted with desperate, needy sounds escaping as he fought for control. He didn't want to come until Derek was knotted inside of him, but god, he was so close.

Derek yanked Stiles down onto his cock and ground against him, Stiles’ hands dropping to Derek’s chest, his hips rolling and grinding with Derek’s until he felt Derek’s dick start to swell.

“God, Stiles. Gonna knot you up and fill you until you’re leaking,” Derek panted, a rumble coming out of him that Stiles always swore was a purr. And it was always so fucking hot.

Stiles captured Derek’s lips in a desperate kiss, needing more as Derek’s knot swelled until they were locked together. It was always so overwhelming in the best ways as Derek’s knot stretched him impossibly full, pressing against his prostate until Stiles tensed above him.

And then he was coming, white and hot between them, painting Derek’s chest and stomach with his come.

Stiles’ toes curled as his ass squeezed Derek’s knot, fluttering and milking him through his own orgasm as Stiles felt Derek’s knot pulsing come into him over and over again. His dick jerked weakly, blurting more come onto Derek as he thought about how if things were different, Derek could get him pregnant like this and god Stiles wanted that when he felt like this. Perfect and whole and swimming in Derek’s pleasure like an unending loop through their bond.

He kissed Derek without coordination, rubbing their lips together and pressing their foreheads together as he felt Derek’s arms wrapped around him, his mate’s hands running up and down his back in soothing strokes.

“Never gonna get used to that,” Derek panted, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You’re amazing.”

Stiles laughed, but it sounded more like a drunk giggle.

“Mmmm, same to you,” Stiles replied with a lazy kiss. “I love you so much, more than anything.”

“You’re my everything,” Derek said softly, holding Stiles flush against him despite the sticky mess between them. Stiles didn't care. It marked Derek as his and he loved that anyone with a supernatural nose would know that Derek was his by scent alone.

“I know what you mean.” Stiles nuzzled against Derek’s neck, breathing in deeply and letting his scent wash over him.

Everything was perfect, if even for a moment, in a small town in Virginia where no one could take away their happiness. And Stiles would do anything to keep it that way, living the rest of his days with Derek right here, wrapped in each other's arms.

[oldfangirl81]

Fic Idea Teen Wolf

Traveling Nurse AU

The Hale fire happened but with only one death (an elderly relative). Kate's crimes starting with Derek get revealed. She goes to prison. The Argent matriarch expelled her from the Argent line, using magic that would prevent any future kids of Kate's to be considered Agents ever. Gerrard is still angry.

Still Derek was guilt ridden and withdrew from everything. Immediately graduating high school (he refused to walk) he left moving to Alaska. He attended college and got a degree in graphic and web design.

Now closing in on thirty Derek hasn't been back to California in over ten years. He makes a living doing designs from his home. That pays the bills to allow him to write. He writes science fiction detective stories under a penname.

In this universe Claudia Stilinski was a nurse before she got sick. Stiles befriended the nurses taking care of his mom since he spent the most time there with his mom, since his Dad was always working. A butterfly flapped it's wings and Stiles doesn't dream of going into law enforcement but becoming a nurse.

Since kindergarten he has always had a first aid kit in his backpack. It adds an inhaler after becoming friends with Scott. He gets into a few fights because a boy should want to be a doctor not a nurse. Until one day Cora Hale steps in and stops the bully. She ends up making them an odd trio.

Gerrard, Alphas and Jennifer Blake still tries pulling things when they are in high school. Secrets are revealed. Scott still gets bit. With an intact Hale pack most of them make it to graduation alive.

After the last several years of chaos college felt like a dream for the most part. After Stiles gets his RN license he decides he wants to travel and not settle down in Beacon Hills yet. And for the next several years he works all over the US and just going back home for his Dad's birthday.

When Cora finds out Stiles is going to be in the same town as Derek she asks him to keep an out for her disaster bi buddy. (She might be trying to matchmake a little by dropping that information)

Derek finds Stiles Stilinski annoying and obnoxious but he also keeps hanging out with him. Stiles finds Derek grumpy and hot. Derek can turn into a full wolf, something that any wolf can do with a lot of mediation.

Stiles tried petting him the first time he saw the wolf form. Derek growled in annoyance.

Group chat with Stiles, Cora and Scott-

Stiles: look it's Derek

Scott: but he is a wolf

Stiles: Use your imagination, dude!

Cora: 😂 I still can't believe you tried to pet him.

[foxwmulder]

I just found my list of when I categorized every xf episode (mostly through s7) during quarantine lmao

MONSTER OF THE WEEK CATEGORIES

Cultural

Shapes

Fresh Bones

The Calusari

Teso Dos Bichos

Hell Money

Teliko

El Munda Gira

Theef

Prison or Military

Deep Throat

Space

Sleepless

The List

The Walk

Unrequited

Trevor

Religious

Miracle Man

Revelations

Grotesque

Kaddish

All Souls

Signs and Wonders

Millennium

Cult or Satanists

Gender Bender

Red Museum

Our Town

3

Syzygy

Die Hand Die Verletzt

Sanguinarium

Terms of Endearment

Nothing Lasts Forever

Lone Gunmen- or CSM-Centric

Musings of a CSM

Unusual Suspects

Three of a Kind

First Person Shooter

This

Skinner-Centric

Avatar

Zero Sum

SR 819

Brand X

Hollywood AD

Kitten

Arthur Dales’s Tales

Travelers

The Unnatural

Agua Mala

Scully Side Quest

Irresistible / Orison

Chinga

Never Again

Milagro

En Ami

all things

Home Again

Ghouli

Mulder, They Already Destroyed the Evidence!

Ice

Firewalker

Dod Kalm

F. Emasculata

Wetwired

The Pine Bluff Variant

Drive

Wait, It’s Actually Aliens?

Pilot

Jose Chung

Control the Elements

Fire

DPO

Soft Light

Schizogeny

Rush

The Rain King

Medical Anomalies

Young at Heart

Eve

Home

Small Potatoes

Postmodern Prometheus

Founder’s Mutation

Guys Who Need to Eat Weird Stuff

Squeeze / Tooms

2Shy

Pusher / Kitsunegari

Leonard Betts

Hungry

Switch Lives or Linked Brains

Lazarus

Roland

Oubliette

Paper Hearts

Mind’s Eye

Dreamland I and II

Fight Club

Plus One

Time Travel or Warp

Synchrony

Monday

Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat

Ghosts or Past Lives

Shadows

Born Again

Excelsis Dei

Elegy

Aubrey

The Field Where I Died

Triangle

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

AI Is Out To Get Us

Blood

Ghost in the Machine

Kill Switch

Rm9sbG93ZXJs

Half Man, Half Monster

The Host

Jersey Devil

Humbug

Detour

Bad Blood

Folie a Duex

Chimera

Mulder and Scully Meet the Weremonster

All Monster, No Man

Darkness Falls

Fearful Symmetry

Quagmire

War of the Coprophages

Alpha

Arcadia

Field Trip

X-Cops

Magic, Psychic, or Lucky

Beyond the Sea

Clyde Bruckman

Unruhe

Tithonus

The Amazing Maleeni

Je Souaite

The Goldberg Variation

MYTHOLOGY CATEGORIES

They’re Closing The X-Files!

The Erlenmeyer Flask / Little Green Men

The End / The Beginning

Fight the Future

Uh…Samantha?

Colony / End Game

Talitha Cumi / Herrenvolk

Sein Und Zeit / Closure

I’m Literally On Board Already, Scully

Fallen Angel

EBE

Nisei / 731

Piper Maru / Apocrypha

Tempus Fugit / Max

Tunguska / Terma

Agent Mulder Is Dead! Or Is He?

Anasazi / The Blessing Way / Paper Clip

Redux I and II

This Is Not Happening / Dead Alive

Mulder…You Good?

Demons / Gethsemane

Biogenesis / The Sixth Extinction

The Syndicate Hates Scully

Duane Barry / Ascension / One Breath

Memento Mori

Christmas Carol / Emily

Patient X / The Red and the Black

Why Was This Made

I Want to Believe

Discarded Categories

Creepy White Guy Predator

This Is a Small Town, We Don’t Lock Our Doors

A Nice Trip to the Forest

[taming-bats]

Batfam Crime Family Breakdown

I made a Crime Family au for a OC fic I'm writing, but the dynamics were too interesting to pass up diving into.

So, I present to you the Mask Family! #1 Crime monopoly in Gotham. Descriptions for Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are under the cut!

Bruce - AKA Black Mask. Head of the Crime family, and basically king of Gotham. After his parents were killed when he was a young boy and was handed a multi-million dollar company at the age of 9, he had focused on a sense of control. He sees Gotham/Gothamites like they can’t help it, and simply don’t know any better. He will know better for them. Other people might have similar backgrounds or share his feelings on the idea of protecting the city from itself, bu no one has the resources he does, nor the determination to do something. 

He created the alias of the Black Mask and infiltrated every underground and back alley system until he runs them all. Bruce Wayne and Black Mask basically are the monopoly of night and day in Gotham. You can’t go anywhere without seeing their influence. He’s brutal when it comes to insubordination or even the hint of mutiny. Truly thinks he’s doing the right thing to keep crime as low as possible. Think’s he is doing what he can to protect his family and his city. He’s softened over the years due to his family, and because he’s grown his network where he never has to get his hands dirty unless he wants to. Loves his kids dearly though is tough on them when it comes to the family business. 

“Mr. Wayne! Could you give us a comment on the recent movements of the Black Mask? Does it pain you to share your city with such a ruthless man?”

Bruce Wayne gives a smile, that tight, pained one he gives whenever reports ask about the Crime Lord. The media eats it up. No matter what he says, they read into his expression and think it must be heartbreaking for him to know not even he could touch the King of Gotham.

Alfred - AKA Agent Alpha. Like canon, he follows Bruce down the path he takes. In the first couple years of Bruce’s building of the Mask, he voiced his concerns about Bruce’s methods. However, having been trained in special ops himself, he understood that while some situations required a skilled hand, others required a boot to the neck. He adapted and became the guiding hand Bruce needed, and is still Bruce’s number one confidant and ally. 

“Black Mask? Black Mask!” the comm had crackled dead in Alfred ear. He huffs and pushes himself up out of the chair. That boy was going to get himself killed in this mission of his. Drug dealers and gang members- What would Martha and Thomas think if they could see the two of them now? 

Alfred does not let himself linger long on the thought as he grabs the keys and his own version of the Mask. No matter his hesitance at the start, he knew that there was no stopping Bruce now that he has his mind to it. He would save this city or die trying. He grabs his shotgun off the wall. 

Dick - (24) AKA Blue Mask. First to come into the Mask family. His story here is the same for the most part. Some mob tried to take control of the circus- since it's traveling it's not technically in Black Mask’s territory. They are wrong <3. Feeling responsible for not having enough control to prevent the Grayson murders, Bruce Wayne fosters and adopts Dick Grasyon. However, Bruce in this iteration is more open with sharing his secret with Dick as he sees himself in the young boy. He invites Dick to join his crusade to help the city, and let’s Dick be the one to pull the trigger against the men who killed his family. It’s cathartic for the both of them, and a very cementing bonding experience. Dick is Bruce’s shadow for most of his young life, seeing Bruce in his most brutal/hands on years. At some point, Dick “graduates” to having a Mask of his own, and is now Blue Mask. 

Dick stays in Gotham in this au. Dick is the eldest of the Mask family and loves his growing family dearly. He learned quickly about the lengths one should go to to protect the ones they love. To him, all of his siblings are the same age as when they entered the house. They are his babies and he will murder for them. He is Bruce’s number one informant.

“There you go, little wing! Hold it just like that and keep your shoulders back. When you feel ready, pull the trigger.” His hands give an encouraging squeeze to his brother's shoulders before taking a step back. He watches as Jason takes a breath and pulls the trigger. He catches him with a laugh when the kickback jolts his small frame. “Good job! That looked like a headshot to me, you're a natural!” Jason looked up at him with shining eyes, and Dick looked back with all the pride in the world. “Let’s show Bruce.”

Jason -  (19)  AKA Red Mask. Bruce found him on the streets when he was young- Yes, he was stealing from THE Black Mask and yes, Jason fought with a tire iron and claws to get away from him at the start. Jason thought Black Mask would make an example out of him, show that even kids weren’t an exception in Gotham. But Bruce took one look at the small, malnourished but resilient boy and fell in love with him. Jason, to Bruce, represents all the kids that he was too late to save. But he could save Jason. Bruce brought him home and exposed his secret immediately, as if Jason was already his son. The reasons Jason stayed were years behind them now, and he’s proven himself time and time again to be Bruce’s perfect foot soldier. He trained under Dick and Bruce and was rewarded with the title and role of a Mask much younger than Dick. 

Jason and Bruce had a big fight when he was 16 (probably having to do with who would be inheriting the Black Mask role in the future) in which Jason ran away. Knowing all of Black Masks tricks, he’s able to stay under the radar for a little bit less than a year. It breaks Bruce’s heart and infuriates him. He misses his son and is spiraling at the lack of control and is forced to conclude that he’s going to have to punish Jason if/when he finds him. Which he does, but more on that later. At the present day, Bruce and Jason still butt heads in Jason’s attempt to prove that he can be a leader if Bruce just lets him. Bruce is content in keeping the boys in the roles they have for as long as he can. There are many debates on which Mask was the most intimidating, but everyone can agree that you never want Red Mask to be sent after you. 

“I’ll take the lower Eastside-” 

“Good idea.” Black Mask cuts him off, “Blue, you’re with Red tonight.”

“What?” Jason snaps, “No way, I can do it by myself.” Black Mask gives him a look that Jason can decipher even through the unchanging skull mask. This wasn’t the night to start a debate. Jason clicks his teeth, “Fine.” Black Mask gives him a pat on the head as he passes and a burning of embarrassment and fulfillment comes from the approval. He slaps away Blue’s hand when he tries to copy the movement, to which Dick whines with disappointment. 

Tim -  (17) AKA Yellow Mask. When Gotham sees a heavy crack down for a few months, it’s a near complete cut off from the rest of the world. It shows what Black Mask could do, which scares a lot of people. But not Tim Drake. Tim Drake sees the opportunity for what it is. Unlike the rest of the world, who haven't a clue about the why, 10 year old Tim Drake marches up to Wayne Manor and asks to speak to Black Mask himself. Tim, the child, had known about the Mask family identity for a full year. And now Tim, the child, was offering to help Black Mask, the Crime Lord. Because Tim Drake knew where Jason was. Tim had known the entire time (a fact that Tim does not share.) 

(He also doesn’t share the photos. The maps. The red string. He takes his time and eases the family into his presence, and then, into his hobbies.) Tim inserts himself into the Mask Family, brings Jason back, and simply stays. Jason and he have some tension because of this. Tim is happy staying in the shadows of the operation because it gives him a purpose behind all his odd interests and gives him challenges to grow from. He kinda gets the Mask title against his will but secretly is over the moon about it. He wants to be useful. He becomes Wayne Enterprises Co-CEO, and is Bruce’s eyes and ears. 

“That's Debbie. She’s the head accountant on the Relay case, 5th floor.” Bruce nods to Tim’s words and Tim pretends not to preen at the knowledge that someone was listening to him. Bruce gives a hum and an ever-so-slight gesture to a man across the room with his glass of scotch. “Oh, Walter. He’s been skimming funds off his department budget for 5 months now. 14th floor.” Bruce raises an eyebrow and looks at him. “He’ll get cocky soon. See the watch? He bought it this week. That's nothing compared to what his internet history suggests.” 

Damian - (12) AKA Green Mask. There’s not much to change here. Damian came into Bruce’s life at 8, already trained to kill. Something of a gift from the al Gul’s. Damian is just as brutal as Bruce was in his early years, but Bruce focuses on helping Damian be a child again. All Bruce wants is to be close with his son, much to Damian’s early protests. Bruce is terrible about spoiling Damian and letting him get away with things because Damian is the baby of the family. Because of this, Damian is Bruce’s trigger. Especially for the jobs that have to be done swiftly and quietly. 

Damian realizes that there is more to learn then ways to kill, and learns from Dick about the ways of manipulation, how to present oneself to get what you want. With this, Damian often acts younger than he is to appear innocent and lovable. He tried to kill each one of Bruce’s kids at least once when he first came into the house, but after several impressive retaliations, Damian has seen their strength and recognizes how much he can learn from them. The caring nicknames and affectionate hugs were things that he pretends to only tolerate, but he becomes insufferable if he doesn’t receive affection from them. 

“But Father, you promised!” Damian stamps his foot, letting the echo of the cave give the action more grandiose than it actually felt. Bruce responds to his childish outbursts more than his calculative reasoning. 

Bruce sighs, kneeling down and cupping Damian’s face with gentle hands, “Yes, I know, Dami. But that was before you handcuffed Tim to the stairway railing for three hours.” 

Damian crosses his arms and sets a pout to his lips, “He could have gotten out of them if he wanted to,” He mumbles. 

“That is not the point and you know that, darling.”

________________________

Bonus:

Damian texting at 1am after not receiving a single pat on the head from his brothers all day: inshallah you will wake in the depths of nightmares most vile

Dick a millisecond later: bb bat wdym?? :(

[weebsinstash]

GOD I am a slut for an entire yandere spider society; like not all romantic, and clearly Miguel being the alpha romance, but can you imagine?

Like your prompt where readers dopple was causing issues the way yandere society would react? Trying to find you, bring you home? A mile morales level chase lmao

Miguel: --and that concludes today's meeting on the recent anomalies. Now, are there any matters any members would like to present before we adjourn?

some rando running up the the stage with a bunch of materials: I've got one, I've got one!

Rando: *sets up a whole ass projector and suddenly a picture of your smiling face is up on the wall*

Rando: this is just a really good photo I got of them when we were hanging out the other day :) I thought they looked super cute and they said they were feeling happy

The crowd: *resounding 'ooo's and 'ah's*

Miguel, nodding in approval: excellent, agent OBT, keep up the good work

Absolutely obsessed with the idea that YouTwo was only able to basically steal your entire identity because the Society is so infatuated with you that any weird changes in your behavior are completely brushed off because they already like you so much that you'd have to do something like super outrageous and hurtful for them to like, really start getting suspicious. You're getting extremely depressed because you think you're being replaced by this impersonator when, in truth, the only reason everyone seems to instantly like them is because they literally look and sound exactly like you, and the SECOND it comes out that that ISNT you? Well. I mean. It's an entire society of Spiderpeople from across the multiverse. There's definitely at least ONE murderer who's going to 'take care of them' or at the very least they're kicked out of Nueva York and never allowed to travel the multiverse ever again

Like. I just. Cannot even imagine like. On one hand you think they would be so obsessed and observant kf you that they immediately know when theyre speaking to you or your double, i'm sure SOME people are suspicious, but, the idea of them just being so crazy for you "oh gosh yesterday I hung out with Reader and they kicked a puppy for getting dirt on them and the next day when I asked them about it they started crying about 'why is everyone accusing me of shit I didn't do' and said they hadn't hung out with me in weeks. They must just be really stressed from work, you know they push themselves so hard, we should tell Miguel to give them some PTO :(" like they would basically be willing to make excuses for almost anything you do because "oh that's just Reader aren't they great 🥰 they're a lil quirky sometimes but we love them"

YouTwo would honestly be such a nasty little manipulator and genuine threat to your safety because once they realize holy shit they really could have ANYTHING, they dont want to give that up. Imagine you start having situations like, oh your double accidentally bumps passed you so hard it knocks you over and basically no one reacts because they thought YOU were the extra. Things randomly falling on you from higher levels. Them pretending to be you and "creating scenes" in public where you're getting publicly berated. They start fake crying and saying you're being mean to them and suddenly you're being asked to leave?

It's this vicious back and forth of them treating you well and like they normally do and then suddenly treating you awful and you don't even realize it's because that two faced POS is literally stealing your costume or mask and any other personal effects to impersonate you. I can only imagine the PANDEMONIUM when they realize you're GONE gone or even worse, started becoming suicidal. I keep thinking back to my idea of Reader needing to wear one of their dimensional watches to help keep them tethered down so they don't glitch out and potentially taking it off and it just makes them blink somewhere else instead of, like, die. And, like, there's just some public incident where a bunch of them become aware Oh Shit You're Not Doing Good.

Like. I have a draft started and I started getting down like a specific scene I couldn't get out of my head. Reader is needing to be needed and the Society has this project where they're trying to make a big large scaled elevator sort of platform for like, older and disabled Spiders so they don't all have to swing everywhere and can still be included, and just for Spiders who may be tires after a long day and don't want to swing and climb, and there's some massive incident where it's starting to break apart spring construction of you rush to help because you NEED to be helpful again, you NEED to feel like you matter, and everyone is trying to band together to keep all this debri and rubble from falling below and you're literally like, have one arm hanging on to a tether and your other arm holding up this massive like bus sized piece of the elevator shaft that had started to fall. And people are literally screaming at you to just let it drop, but you're saying they have no idea if everyone below was evacuated, and this elevator is so important, everyone's been working so hard, you can't just let it break, even as trying to hold it up is practically tearing you in half

You manage to create a calculated array of webs that supports it from completely falling but some falling pieces and rubble still break apart and you're so worn down that you just knocked off a platform and fall, landing hard and even having shit fall on top of you. You're just pinned by a massive piece of concrete and you're too exhausted from pushing yourself to hard for the last few weeks that you can't lift it off. You smacked different surfaces on the way down and somehow your bracelet came off and you're glitching. You can see the bracelet caught on a piece of rebar thats far away but close enough to grab if you shoot a web. But. Suddenly you cant find the motivation to. The rescue team and other Spiders and most important Miguel finally arrive on the scene to find you basically about to completely fade away or teleport or whatever and everyone is freaking out, trying to pick through the debris for the watch, lifting the construction materials off of your body (but I imagine you probably broke something, fractured a femur or something similar) and Miguel notices you keep glancing behind him, but. He doesn't miss how resigned you look, how tired and deflated you sound as you ask if the elevator is ok to which almost everyone responds hey yo FUCK the elevator you're about to like DIE??? And you just. Kind of laugh and say "at least i helped and did at least one good thing in my life" which freaks them all out, and eventually Miguel turns around to look where you keep glancing at and sees the bracelet just in time and his heart breaks as he realizes, holy shit you could see it was hanging there but just. Wasn't going to tell them. You were just going to die.

But hey, only he really makes that realization and you only have to deal with him having that knowledge, right? Wrong. He goes to put it back on you and countless Spiders can see and hear as you shake your head and close your eyes and whimper "just let me go. I don't belong here"

So now basically EVERYONE knows AND now you're straight up in a fucking wheelchair and Miguel tells you, obviously you'll be having no more work until you're completely healed up, and even though that's to help you it actually makes you more upset because like, imagine they give your job to your double. So now, in your mind, you have no reason to be here. You feel like you're completely alone and now your "purpose" is gone and you're BEGGING HIM not to do this to you, that you can still do SOMETHING, and this man is looking at you literally injured in a wheelchair being, by no exaggeration, HYSTERICAL, and thinks "yeah no, poor Reader DEFINITELY needs a break, obviously being so obsessed with being useful isn't healthy, a break from their responsibilities will help them rest" and, like, kind of true but it also just makes you feel so much worse

I imagine YouTwo would HATE you being in the wheelchair too because now people can definitively tell the two of you apart and the imposter can't suck up all the perks of you being the local darling and they're even angrier than before because YT is like "wow so even after all this time, I still don't compare" and vows to basically fucking kill you (and hey maybe they were even behind the elevator collapsing?)

But you finally decide you can't take it anymore once you're out of the chair, those constantly watching eyes and people hanging around you --which really is the whole yandere thing but also them wanting to keep an eye on you so you dont get hurt-- you interpret it as them thinking you're stupid and incompetent and I imagine you just kind of. Blow up. Get triggered. Reach your breaking point. You had just been insisting that you do a certain task alone or visit a certain place by yourself without having an extra shadow or two or twelve and you're just, you've had it, your stress from EVERYTHING is coming out in this moment and you're just SCREAMING, "Leave me alone, just give me some FUCKING SPACE" and you just TAKE OFF and that's when we get a massive chase. Obviously given that they're you know yandere and you're so extremely upset and have had mental health issues they IMMEDIATELY take after you and someone is phoning Miguel and at some point you're literally like, swinging in between traffic to try and lose your pursuers and you can hear Miguel behind you and it's just unlocking this insane sense of fear and panic and fight or flight inside of you. They're making it so much worse by chasing you and in THEIR minds they're just worried about you and think you're just having a panic attack? Which you are but like, from your perspective, you're literally being smothered and you ask for some time alone and now you're being hunted down and now you're just upset and panicking

You have to be literally tackled and at this point you're just getting angry and belligerent. Some rando is like "Reader this isn't you, we had so much fun last week at the mall when I bought you all that stuff" nd you're just like "I don't even know who you are, what the fuck are you talking about, ove barely left home in the last 3 months except for work" and suddenly so many people are popping up in the crowd,

"Wait so it wasn't you I leant 50 bucks to last Tuesday?"

"No!"

"But you and I went out to the mall yesterday?"

"You mean when I was sleeping at home all day?"

"Weren't you with us when we stole a bunch of stuff from the British Musuem with Pavitr?"

"Who the FUCK is Pavitr?!"

Everyone starts absolutely freaking the fuck out and clamoring amongst themselves, comparing stories, and they quickly realize, oh holy shit they've actually barely seen you around for months, almost NO ONE has actually spent time with the real you. Your doppelganger was so efficient and on their toes at never getting caught that the Society never even realized you were basically gone and now they're all kicking themselves as you lay there crying "you guys didn't even notice I was gone? You can't even tell us apart?"

Miguel calls for an emergency meeting with every Spider in the super secret We Love Reader club as everyone irons out their stories and gives their personal accounts while Miguel reviews it with security footage and they start to fully grasp just how BADLY this-this IMPOSTER has-has-has DEFILED their bonds with you and drove you into isolation and self doubt and they're all raving, lynch mob mad. And obviously unless they're like, completely out of their minds, they can't KILL your faker, but, like.... they can beat them half to death though. Like could you imagine that some of these Spiders have been deadass giving like really significant meaningful gifts they intended to you and it was given to A STRANGER? Some Peter Parker finds out, oh shit he gave that old token from Uncle Ben to THEM, not YOU? So many of them confronting the faker and finding out they've just been stealing tons of gifts and money and favors and shit and they've GOTTEN RID OF some of the things that were meant for YOU. These are some seriously pissed off stalkers at this point.

But Jesus. The absolute mayhem if they didn't find all of this out until you've already snuck off to a normal, Spider free section of Nueva York or another dimension entirely and you've just been GONE. Their guilt and realization that they drove you away amd you left to never have to see any of them. You're just like trying to live a normal life in an apartment somewhere and suddenly at least 5 costumed pursuers are suddenly in your living room with Miguel checking you all over and making sure you're not hurt anywhere, hell maybe he even finds self harm cuts, some new, some clesrly older, and they make it abundantly clear that you're NOT staying here by yourself. You're coming back to the Society HQ in Nueva York and you're getting an even better (and bugged) apartment than you had before and they're gonna make sure they pay more attention yo you this time, right? No more crazy stunts, and definitely no more trying to leave.

Ok. Ok I know this post is getting long but I have one last bit. What if the alternative to YouTwo getting exposed and them having to come after you is, YouTwo actually manages to "switch your places" or something, maybe they even switch their costume wirh yours while stealing yours so you're walking around dressed as them, looking for them to get your costume back, and suddenly you're being confront by Miguel and a ton of other Spiders because that evil little rat ran to them fake crying saying that "the other me impersonating me" and, you're kind of being deliberately trapped in a scenario where you look kind of guilty. Like imagine YouTwo is escorted away and suddenly Miguel and the rest are being rude to you and when you try to tell O'Hara "I'm not lying, I'm the REAL--" and he just slaps you and tells you to leave the city and never come back, and AFTER they treated you so deliberately terribly, THAT'S when they realize what happened

I'm definitely not like hyperfixating on these guys and this concept and Spider Reader stuff, what, that's crazy lmao

[scifigeneration]

What 70 years of AI on film can tell us about the human relationship with artificial intelligence

by Paula Murphy, Assistant Professor in the School of English at Dublin City University

In 2024, AI is making headlines daily. We may be aware of the science, but how do we imagine AI and our relationship to it both now and in the future? Fortunately, film may provide us with some insights.

Probably the best-known AI in film is HAL 9000 from Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968). HAL is an artificially intelligent computer housed on board a spacecraft capable of interstellar travel. The film was released less than a year before humans landed on the moon. And yet, even in this optimism about a new era of space travel, HAL’s portrayal sounded a note of caution about artificial intelligence. His motivations are ambiguous, and he shows himself capable of turning against his human crew.

This 1960s classic demonstrates fears that are common throughout AI film history – that AIs cannot be trusted, that they will rebel against their human creators, and seek to overpower or overthrow us.

These fears are contextualised in different ways during different historical eras – in the 1950s they are associated with the cold war followed by the space race in the 1960s and 1970s. Then in the 1980s it was videogaming, and in the 1990s the internet. Despite these differing preoccupations, fear of AI remains remarkably consistent.

My latest research, which forms the backbone of my new book AI in the Movies, explores how “strong” or “human-level” AI is depicted in film. I examined more than 50 films to see how they shed light on human attitudes to AI – how we interpret it and understand it through characters and stories, and how attitudes have changed since AI’s beginnings.

Types of AIs

The idea of AI was born in 1956 at an American summer research project workshop at Dartmouth College in Hanover, New Hampshire, where a group of academics gathered to brainstorm ideas around “thinking machines”.

A mathematician called John McCarthy coined the name “artificial intelligence” and just as soon as the new scientific field had a name, filmmakers were already imagining a human-like AI and what our relationship with it might be. In the same year an AI, Robby the Robot, appeared in the film Forbidden Planet, and returned the following year in 1957 in the film The Invisible Boy to defeat another type of AI, this time an evil supercomputer.

The AI as malevolent computer appeared again in 1965 as Alpha 60, in the chilling dystopia of Jean-Luc Godard’s Alphaville, and then in 1968 with Kubrick’s memorable HAL in 2001: A Space Odyssey.

These early AI films set the template for what was to follow. There were AIs that had robot bodies and later robot bodies that looked human – the first of these appearing in Westworld in 1973, where a robot malfunction at a futuristic amusement park for adults creates chaos and terror. Then there were AIs that were digital like the evil Joshua in the 1977 horror Demon Seed, where a woman is impregnated by a supercomputer.

In the 1980s, digital AIs started to become connected to network computing – where computers “talked” to one another in an early incarnation of what would become the internet – like the one stumbled upon by Matthew Broderick’s high-school student in War Games (1983), who almost accidentally starts a nuclear conflict.

From the 1990s, an AI could move between digital and material realms. In Japanese animation Ghost in the Shell (1995), the Puppet Master exists in the ebb and flow of the internet, but can inhabit “shell” bodies. Agent Smith in The Matrix Revolutions (2003), takes over a human body and materialises in the real world. In Her (2013), the AI operating system Samantha eventually moves beyond matter, beyond the “stuff” of human existence, becoming a post-material being.

Mirrors, doubles and hybrids

In the first few decades of AI film, AI characters mirrored the human characters. In Collosus: The Forbin Project (1970), the AI supercomputer reflects and amplifies the inventor’s own arrogant overreaching ambition. In Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991), Sarah Connor has become like the AI Skynet’s Terminators herself: her strength is her armour and she hunts to kill.

By the 2000s, human-AI doubles began to overlap and merge into each other. In Spielberg’s AI: Artificial Intelligence (2001), the AI “son” David looks just like a real boy, whereas the real son Martin comes home from hospital connected to tubes and wires that make him look like a cyborg.

In Ex Machina (2014), the human Caleb tests the AI robot Ava, but ends up questioning his own humanness, examining his eyeball for digital traces and cutting his skin to ensure that he bleeds.

In the past 25 years of AI film, the borders between human and AI, digital and material have become porous, emphasising the fluid and hybrid nature of AI creations. And in the films In The Machine (2013), Transcendence (2014) and Chappie (2015), the boundary between human and AI is eroded almost to the point of non-existence. These films present scenarios of transhumanism – in which humans can evolve beyond their current physical and mental constraints by harnessing the power of artificial intelligence to upload the human mind.

Although these stories are imaginary and their characters fictional, they vividly depict our fascinations and fears. We are afraid of artificial intelligence and that fear never goes away in film, although it has been questioned more in recent decades, and more positive portrayals can be observed, such as the little trash-collecting robot in WALL-E. But mostly we are afraid that they will become too powerful, and will seek to become our masters. Or we fear they may hiding among us, and that we might not recognise them.

But at times, too, we feel sympathy towards them: AI characters in films can be pitiful figures who wish to be accepted by humans but never will be. We are also jealous of them – of their intellectual capacity, their physical robustness and the fact that they do not experience human death.

Surrounding this fear and envy is a fascination with AIs that is present throughout film history – we see ourselves in AI creations and project our emotions onto them. At times enemies of humans, at times uncanny mirrors, and sometimes even human-AI hybrids, the past 70 years of films about AI demonstrate the inextricably intertwined nature of human-AI relationships.

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

So, Ingo's team for the Misplaced Super Train AU! I imagine already having three of his old partners and being surrounded by people who knew him would change what sort of Pokémon he'd acquire.

Steam was an Oshawott that the depot agents had given Ingo around the early days, when they were trying to help him recover his memories. They'd thought one of the popular starter Pokémon of the Unova region could jog something loose— lots of trainers come through with Samurott, after all. This doesn't actually help any, but Ingo still appreciates the gesture and takes very good care of his new team member.

Brakeman is an alpha that was gifted to Ingo by Akari, actually. She wanted him to have a ride Pokémon to make his time easier in the wilds, as well as a fast emergency escape exit in case things get dangerous. Ingo was touched and appreciated the gesture very much.

Caboose is the one Ingo befriends on his own terms. He was traveling on his own, found an injured Gligar, and found the smile familiar. He nursed the Gligar back to health, and said fella refused to leave Ingo alone after that.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 26th

I’m traveling this weekend (at this point I’ve been in the car about 5hrs and have another 8 to go today) so I asked for a few tropes to share fics from. Thanks so much to @ishipallthings & @iwillsinkwithmyships for their suggestions. 

As evere, please leave comment and kudos for your author. 

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Bodyguard AUs: 

it goes like this -- by Areiton 

It goes like this, really--

He wants Tony. 

He wants him like he needs air to breath, wants to wipe away all the ones who came before him with mouth and tongue and bruise tight hands. 

He wants Tony and he’s terrified. 

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime 

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

(Written for royal_chandler, who won the bid for my offer in Marvel Trumps Hate 2018.)

Triple-A Rated by iam93percentstardust 

Three assassination attempts in two weeks. That's gotta be some kind of record. Three attempts - and that doesn't even count the Ten Rings. Tony's pretty sure that Stane's trying to kill him again. Fury's pretty sure of the same thing, which is why he starts sending agents to protect him. It's just that Tony doesn't like any of his new bodyguards - except one.

Safety by CSHfic, VSfic 

The suit needs repairs, and Tony thinks he's being clever when he tells the Avengers that Iron Man is away on personal business...until Steve helpfully volunteers to be Tony's bodyguard in his place.

Historical AU 

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

Love Match by FestiveFerret

Tony had but one goal for the season: secure a marriage proposal from an alpha with the position and means enough to remove him from his father's house. Love was wholly irrelevant to the matter.

Peep Show by BladeoftheNebula

“Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

An Inglourious Affair by morphia

In 1944, Steve's commando team, The Basterds, are off to fight nazis in France. Tony joins their efforts after intelligence suggests that Herr Kleiser, a German scientist, has set his sights on making a massive nuclear bomb. Their mission: Get to Kleiser before he completes his evil plan. What neither of them had planned for, however, was to fall in love in the middle of the worst war either of them had ever seen.

Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage 

Object: Matrimony by BladeoftheNebula

Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there...

I Whisper Your Name on Each Star I See Falling by JezebelGoldstone, littleblackbow

The day Natasha first told Steve her idea, he never would have dreamed that her fool notion would land him here: watching the train roll into the station and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somewhere in there is the man who agreed to marry him.

Steve, an alpha farmer living outside a small town in the Rockies who doesn't want to admit how lonely he is, has been exchanging letters with omega Tony for nearly a year. When at last Tony arrives in Big Eden, Steve is confronted with the fact that he doesn't know Tony as well as he thought he did - and falls for him harder than a landslide anyway.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

[annah-kitathryne]

Thinking about Batgirl (2000) so far [I just finished issue 44]

Cass knows who Alpha is. Who he is as Alpha but who he is without it. She sees people as a base level of good. People are never born evil. They are not born killers. She sees everyone as redeemable. She has a great length of empathy and compassion for others. Where a government agent could have been turned in, she gave him a ticket out of there. She gave him a chance to start over. Where she sees a man who has great capacity to do evil, she sees good. Alpha, without his memories, is a good person. A person who felt sick at the idea of having used a gun against someone else. Even when he turns against her at the sight of the bomb, she offers empathy and a second chance. She offers what she herself has been given.

Having a great capacity for compassion even for those many wouldn't hesitate to punch is admirable. An outstretched hand for a second chance, an Oliver branch, an open palm. The number of people she does good for simply by not fighting is amazing.

So many times, the fandom looks at the bats as violent forces who hit and punch their problems away. She is likely to first look for a different option. She said Alpha was dead. In a way, he was. He stopped being Alpha. Ergo, he was dead.

Her ability to fight, control a battlefield, and understand the next move of those around her is frightening and awe-inspiring, but her ability to read people. To see people and know people and offer the same thing she was given? To look for peace? That is something that everyone should aspire to be.

Cassandra didn't forgive herself for the person she killed when she was eight until she died and was brought back to life. Even then, she lives with that moment. With the reality that she killed someone. She couldn't find it in her heart to forgive herself, yet she finds it to reach out for peace with others who have comparatively done way worse. She has a death wish, but she will not impart that death wish onto others.

She is frightened on her ability to quickly move to murder agin. When she is hit with a token that drives the victim to come up with a scenario where they would commit murder, the others who were hit took minutes even an hour. It took her seconds. That frightens her. Even with the information that it can take seconds to drive someone to kill, someone who is so against killing holds the sacredity to life at such a high standard that she reaches out to others.

When she and Batman travel to capture Doctor Death, the first thing she notices is the people who are suffering, and she looks devastated. It's the first thing she points out when Batman asks her to report what she found out. What she knows. When she and Black Wind are talking about what happened to his home village, she holds great compassion and empathy. An understanding. She looks to prevent killing. She looks to listen in whatever way she can. She wants to help. To do something.

So when asked what Cassandra's greatest traits are? I would say her compassion to others and the deep amount of empathy that connects her to the world around her. They make her a better person and a better fighter. She is self-critical to the point of creating a hubris, but she tries to remain fair to others.

Oftentimes, throughout the Batgirl (2000) series, she seems upset and critical of Batman's choices. As if he isn't doing enough, as if he is failing the standard of the symbol the both of them wear. She doesn't voice in any form these criticisms (not yet), but it's there. It's there in the way she gives an agent a false identity to leave, it's there in how she hides what happened to Alpha, it's there in the outcome of the little girl and her their father, it's there in how she feels like she wasn't foing enough.

Cassandra will redefine what the Bat symbol means. She creates a new standard for it. She is so much more than what she is confined into being. She is doing much more than she seems to think she is. She has traded one abusive father for a hypocritical one. She is the worst of both of them but will be better than both of them. She is her mother's daughter, not that she knows it yet. She is so much more than a daughter. She is more than who is related to by blood or choice, but it has defined her. Her past, her present, her future.

'Perfect for a year, or mediocre for eternity'. She chose to be perfect and die because then she would be able to do the most good possible in that time.

Being Batgirl, embodying the symbol is who she is, but she doesn't forge anything outside of the mask. They are one and the same. She is Batgirl, she is Cassandra. She would be helping doing the best she could without the suit anyway. The suit doesn't make her who she is anymore than being Cain's daughter.

She is confined in Gotham. She is so much more than Gotham. She has the compassion and empathy to help the world if she wanted to. Gotham is one place, and she is one person, but in many ways, she is starting to grow beyond what Gotham can offer her.

She would make an amazing Batman. A better Batman. She wants the symbol because it's the mission she dedicated herself to. However, she is so much better than what the symbol offers. She is so much better than what David Cain, or Lady Shiva, or Bruce Wayne want from her.

She redefined herself, the symbol, and could redefine the future. One open hand and acts of empathy and kindness at a time. With a far share of action and kicking ass along the way.

[jwnchstr]

title: behind the thick glass wall | b.barnes

characters: alpha!bucky barnes, omega!you!reader

summary: it's hard being an omega, but it's even harder to see your alpha on a date with another omega.

masterlist | my wattpad

*

it was cold. literally. you've gone to several mission with temperature below zero but the december wind seems to be eating your flesh.

you hugged yourself tighter, hands clamp into fists inside your jacket pockets (as if that would help that much) as you stood behind a thick glass wall, overlooking a couple who were having a good time.

you're keen to throw yourself inside. part of it because of the cold you could barely contain, but another part of you (this one is bigger) is because jealousy. how could a man look happier with a woman he barely knew?

bucky was making a joke, you're sure of it. that's how he was with women aside from you. his tight face loosened as he smiled at leah, showing his oh-so-friendly face. his eyes even sparkle under the yellow lights of the bar. he screamed romantic alpha, one that you could never have.

you can feel your heart shattering inside your chest, but not like you have an option here. you're just an omega whom genetically cannot produce that sweet pheromone that could make your alpha yearn for you. you're an omega who's genetically broken.

your breath hitched when you saw bucky reached leah's hand. how you wished it was your hand instead of leah's that he was reaching because you long for his touch. and you could blame it on failed missions, where bucky had to carry you in his arms, his fingertips grazing against your bare skin without being intended to. but since then, you can't forget what his touch felt like and you wanted more.

leah smiled and thing that you dreaded the most happened right in front of your eyes: leah reciprocating bucky's interest towards her. she linked her fingers with bucky's. it made bucky tensed for a few short seconds (and you wished you could smell him from the outside to know if he's somewhat uncomfortable with leah's gesture) but soon relaxed under leah's touch.

your heart broke even more.

as you punished yourself watching the lovely lovebirds, a cough attracted your attention. this time, it was your turn to tense. though, if anything, you'd rather call yourself alert. being an agent always has its advantage. you're ready to pounce on the incomer, but a familiar smell hits your nose. you cool down immediately.

it's mister nakajima.

"i don't believe that's how you attract the man you want, merely staring at him," standing a few steps behind your shoulder, he remarked.

you tried not to appear understood to what mister nakajima was referring to, but you know you'd look like a fool if you did so. at last, you sighed. sad knowing that mister nakajima was right. but again, you don't have any option and the old man didn't exactly know what's wrong with you.

"you had lunch, mister nakajima?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the subjects who were inside the bar.

"i'm about to." mister nakajima nodded his head towards the bar. he was shifting from one foot to another helped by the cane that he firmly gripped.

you glanced at the bar over the shoulder. "oh." your face fell as the thought of mister nakajima joining bucky and leah laughing together like a happy family without you.

but then, an idea popped into your mind and a smile crept onto your face. "i wonder, what would you say, mister nakajima, if i were to ask you to have a lunch date me today?"

mister nakajima's eyebrows shot up to his forehead, interested but also a little bit confused with your invitation. "well, if you don't mind having a date with an old man, i don't see why would i say no."

you barked a laugh. a little too loud that without your conscious, it traveled inside the bar when a customer opened the entrance door.

"and must i warn you that i can't walk faster than a snail."

mister nakajima smiled at you and allowed you to finished laughing at him before you said, "i know a place. and i have no doubt that you'll love it."

he old man said nothing more when you linked your arms with his. he let you guided the way, through the pedestrians walk.

just as you crossed a junction not far from the bar, you caught a familiar smell in the wind. the smell that makes your legs wobbly, thoughts mushed and butterflies in your belly.

when you turned your head over your shoulders, you saw bucky, with his full appearance watching you walking away with mister nakajima in your arms.