#Blindspot AU

[tennessoui]

filoni calling anakin “murderbot failman” skywalker the greatest jedi of all time makes me think of an au where some holonews site interviews some jedi at the Temple to help humanize them and make them relatable to the public, and one of the reporters who has a crush on the hero with no fear is like ‘is knight skywalker, the greatest jedi of all time here???’

and all the jedi stop and go. what. what did you just call him? 

and the news reporter is like...he’s the greatest jedi of all time...right...?

and all the jedi are like hmmmmmm would we say knight skywalker is...the greatest jedi of all time....would we use those words.....

and master kit fisto is like ‘he’s the greatest jedi order-senate liaison of all time 😏’

and master mace windu is like ‘he makes the greatest pufflebread souffle in the Jedi Order 🤔’

and master yoda is like ‘ALMOST the best bug eater of all time, in the Jedi Order, he is 🤭’

and master depa billaba is like ‘he’s the greatest Jedi in his age bracket at the game dejarik 🤔’

and master plo koon is like ‘oh master kenobi has just arrived. 😏 master kenobi, would you say knight skywalker is the greatest jedi of all time?’

and master kenobi is like ‘yes of course. 😊 🥰 why?’

[xycuro-illuminati]

Something something the apple doesn't fall far from the tree something something the apple is rotten right to the core something something fatherhood.

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[azureblooet]

Ugh i want to do a Lamb headcanons post but I need like 10 pages of context lore about the cult and the lambs for it to make any sense.

[quaranmine]

firewatch au is an interesting story because mumbo is such an omnipresent non-character. it doesn't matter if i characterize him correctly or not, because his character isn't ever present to exert change in the story. the only thing that does matter is grian's rosy, absence-defined ideals about who his best friend was. every single thing we learn about mumbo is filtered through like 12 different layers of love and grief and denial until he's on a pedestal so high nobody can see the truth. his character is almost solely defined by what someone else says about him.

in doing this, grian also inadvertantly strips away all the little mistakes and mishaps that are part of mumbo's agency and part of him being a real person until he's perfect. and all this idolization ends up making it worse for grian in the end, because he actively avoids engaging in any theories that suggest mumbo might have made a mistake or gone astray. there's clear dissonance between reality—grian knows mumbo got lost and is searching for him—and the way grian lashes out at anyone who suggests something that clashes with the perfect ideal of mumbo in his head, including getting lost. mumbo should be a character in his own story, but grian won't let him be.

instead he wraps his desire to find mumbo into a weird sort of side quest where he's just as interested in finding someone else to blame as he is finding mumbo. he spends the same amount of time trying to figure out exactly where it all went wrong during the search as he does actually searching for mumbo—even after he knows the general area mumbo was last in! it's a puzzle and he can't put anything to rest until he solves it. he's trying to force logic into everything so he can cope with it. because if he doesn't find someone or something to blame, then he has to face the reality that sometimes things just don't make sense. if it makes sense, he can solve it and fix it. if it doesn't make sense...then he just has to live with it, and he doesn't think he can.

[waitineedaname]

thought I should collect my vague fma/mp100 thoughts here to make it easier to have them all in one place !

basic plot/character stuff

ed and al are both talented young psychics who got their powers when they were pretty young. ed got his powers around the time their dad (a CRAZY powerful psychic) left, and al got his shortly after their mom died :(

they thought they could use their powers to bring their mom back as a spirit, but it went. very bad. instead, an evil spirit took advantage of them and started fucking Eating Their Life Forces. al freaked out and astral projected out of panic, but his entire body was consumed so now he's. stuck like that. ed managed to exorcise the spirit, but not until after his arm and leg are devoured too

their motivation is to get rid of evil spirits that take advantage of people and hurt them like this, which is what takes them to roy mustang's door

roy mustang is a fake psychic pretending to have pyrokinesis (he just has a flamethrower behind his desk) because I think that's funny. he's running an exorcism business like spirits and such, except he has a larger crew -- mostly his friends he can call up to do odd jobs for him, like fixing the leaky pipes that make noises that make people think their house is haunted or whatever. he's also the only exorcism business that's willing to hire a teenager, so that's how the elrics end up working for him

in addition to mustang's crew of non-psychics, he also has hughes, who is tragically a ghost. there is definitely some tragic back story here that I'm still working on hashing out, but they've kind of come to terms about it now. he still haunts his family, who know he's there, and he agrees to help out mustang with Actual Spirit Issues when the elrics are unavailable

the elrics' quest to deal with manipulative evil spirits leads them to encounter the sins, who are all very powerful evil spirits. one of the first ones they deal with is greed, who they mostly exorcise, but he manages to just barely survive, dimple style. he's looking for ways to bring himself back up to full power

enter: ling yao, recently awakened psychic who is also looking for ways to become more powerful. he keeps over-exerting his psychic powers and exhausting himself, which is how the elrics come across him mostly unconscious. he's very excited to meet another esper, but he makes the mistake of asking why al doesn't possess ed, since he knows that can enhance someone's psychic powers. the elrics are both Very Sensitive about that kind of topic and tell him to fuck Right Off

bad idea, because then he goes and finds a spirit of his own. both he and greed approach their mutually beneficial consensual possession situation for self-serving reasons. both of them look at each other and think "yeah I can definitely manipulate this guy into making me more powerful" [fast forward a couple months to when they've become Extremely attached to each other] oopsies

lan fan is a telepath. ling did not know this, so he tried to act soooo normal about being possessed around her. that didn't work for long, jackass! she got so fucking angry with him when she heard a literal devil on his shoulder, and even though ling stopped her from destroying greed, that evil spirit is on THIN ICE.

scar's family was killed in a psychic terrorist incident (think kimblee if he was part of claw). he's one of those really late bloomer espers -- it wasn't until this traumatic event that his psychic powers awoke, and he hates them because of the link to the event. now he's on his vengeance based quest, going after psychics that abuse their powers

things I'm still working out the details for

mustang was involved in some high profile fuck-up. kind of like separation arc reigen except uhhh people Died. hughes was likely one of those people. no one has enough proof to outright prove he did it, but he is definitely linked to the event, especially because he was a pretty public psychic figure at the time. in reality, it was the fault of the sins, but it's harder to find evidence when it was evil spirits doing it

olivier + the rest of briggs are an anti-psychic terrorism government agency (kinda like joseph) and initially scar is one of their targets, but they end up recruiting him bc they have a common goal

eventually scar starts working at spirits and such (olivier's assignment so he can keep an eye on mustang) but he fucking hates it. oh my god I cannot emphasize how much he hates it. imagine reigen serizawa and mob at spirits and such except none of them can stand each other. that's mustang, scar, and ed having to work together.

mei is also a psychic! she kind of latches onto both scar and alphonse (separately) because she needs some help killing someone. they have very different reactions to this.

the someone she's trying to kill is father, a super powerful psychic who's been orchestrating much of the psychic terrorism, as well as directing the sins. he's like if toichiro had a specialty for spirit wrangling like matsuo

miscellaneous au details

ed and al's auras (and al's spirit form) are mostly gold, ed's leaning more coppery and al's more of a green-gold. ed's kind of has the look of fire crackling around him. ling's aura is a blend of red and purple and has a kind of watercolor/bruise look. it's more vibrant and has more purple when greed is possessing him. mei's is mostly pink with some red.

mob psycho spirits range from completely abstract to mostly humanoid and frequently have multiple forms in between. hughes looks mostly humanoid most of the time, but can go simplified and silly when gushing about his family. al has a more powerful form that looks like the full suit of armor but he doesn't like using it very often, so most of the time he's a long blob that's just kind of armor shaped (like when the armor is simplified for silly moments). greed at full power looked like the ultimate shield, after being weakened he looks more like a dimple-like blob that resembles the face in ling's mindscape. when possessing ling and both of them are using their powers, ling gets lines on his face like on the ultimate shield (like dimple's cheek spots!)

other spirits: pride looks how you'd expect. horrible shadow spirit. envy bodysnatches a lot. wrath has been possessing a politician for Literal Decades. it's no good. I'm not sure about the other sins

people's feelings on possession range from the elrics (Fuck No), to hughes and mustang (if necessary to get a job done), to greedling (they like it like this actually)

the rockbells aren't psychics but they live kinda adjacent to the psychic world bc theyre family friends with the elrics + hohenheim, so they know more than most about psychic powers

[usaigi]

Danny: Why do people keep confusing Sam [Chung] and I? His suit is black, mine's green, he has black hair, mine's yellow and we look nothing alike!

Colleen, once again needing to explain racism: Oh honey.

[lucreziaces]

i miss hosie (not legacies, just hosie)

[theblindspot]

○ KRP OC DEBUT - get to know:

JAESUNG "Sun" YOO | fc: Lee Know, Stray Kids

• age 25, Japanese-Korean

• he/she/they

• genderfluid

• homoflexible

current AU: COLLEGE | barista with a bad mouth.

more info: https://www.rprepository.com/c/jaesung

ask him some questions. anything. he's bored.

[mizaruwu]

hi hello i come to invade ur inbox just to say that im in love with ur necromancer hyrule au:) and this is a free invitation for u to ramble abt it all you want

Thanks for liking the au :D (and letting me ramble!)

Lets talk about hyrule's downward spiral! At first, he handled separating from the chain pretty well– he'd travelled without companions before, he's used to surviving on his own, he's done it for years! (This confidence lasted a week)

But he catches himself turning around to say something to Legend, to ask Four a question, he finds himself taking in a view and wishing he could share it with Wild and Wind. In battles he has too many close calls because he got used to Wars having his back, to Twilight having his blindspots covered. In quiet moments he can almost hear the song Sky always plays and at night he even faintly imagines Time's dad snores

Okay– he's missing human company, so he stays in towns and sometimes the castle longer than he usually does. Hyrule quickly realises that its just not the same and he's putting the townsfolk in danger by staying longer. The monsters and cultists arent as strong without black blood but they're still dangerous

Hyrule travels alone and he misses his family, he misses them badly. He makes dolls that look like them to keep him company. He researches time travel items, he knows they exist because some of his brothers had some! But... Why havent they used their items to drop by and say hi? After almost a year Hyrule finds out any item that can time travel dosent work anymore (he's a bit relived with that discovery)

Raising the dead it is then! Its the only way!

[xycuro-illuminati]

Sam's plot relevant twitter and social media presence

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[phemiec]

Mini comic of first official meeting of Toad and his kids when they’re older. Context for this AU can be found here.

Bonus doodle of Blob and wifey Blindspot ❤️:

[starry-bi-sky]

I am of the DPxDC belief/headcanon that any variation of Danny who grew up poor in Gotham during his formative years before moving to Amity Park would not be friends with Sam without friction at first. It makes things more interesting and imo allows for more exploration of different themes plus character growth for Sam that she doesn't really go through in canon.

(this doesn't only apply to a DPDC au where Danny grew up in Gotham poor, but it was the first thing that I thought of where this might happen considering my Childhood Friends au.)

Now Sam's a compassionate girl, it's one of her defining character traits, but so is her hypocrisy and judgy-ness. She's the Not Like Other Girls' girl. This is in part of the show's narrative framing that makes her out like this, unfortunately though its still showing how she is as a character since its consistent enough to be part of her character description. There are also times where the show's depiction of her activism makes it look like she's performative about it. All of this makes her dynamic with a Danny who grew up poor in Gotham very interesting.

Anyways, Sam is aware of her privilege to an extent, but still has her blindspots - glaring ones, in some cases. Her self-righteous attitude would not go over well with a crime alley kid Danny. He'd like her, at first, but then she'd do something to make him mad - personally I think her judging people for not being vegan would annoy him the most, or at least would be the breaking point for him, because it was only recently that his family started actually being able to consistently put food on the table at all, good food nonetheless. And being vegan is expensive.

Any other behavior he noticed from her he'd slowly stop tolerating - her judging conventionally attractive girls and automatically assuming they're vapid and shallow for being feminine. Her anti-capitalist beliefs start coming off as superficial at worst, and Danny would eventually figure out that Sam either came from a family that was well off, or that she wasn't aware if her family was experiencing financial struggle.

He would still be friends with Tucker, but since Tucker imo is still friends with Sam, they'd still run into each other often enough to butt heads. Sam's got a nasty habit of refusing to take responsibility when she's wrong, but when Danny is arguing with her, and counterpointing her with stuff she can't retort back at without compromising her own beliefs, then forces her to start reflecting on herself. Especially when Tucker eventually starts siding with Danny and agreeing with him.

Does sam genuinely care about her beliefs and philosophies? Survey says yes. However that doesn't mean she's not ignorant, and she definitely is at times throughout the show (like when she released the purpleback gorilla thinking it 'wanted out of its enclosure' despite the fact that it was endangered and in an urban area) and I think it'd be a real fascinating dynamic between Danny and Sam to explore.

This isn't Sam hate btw, nor am I trying to make her out like "the worst person ever" bc she's not, i wanna make that explicitly clear. Sam Manson has a lot of positive traits about her but she also has an equal amount of negative traits that I think should be explored, she is not immune to the character development.

[humanpurposes]

I Have Always Been A Storm, Part 3

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Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

In the year 128AC, Floris Baratheon weds Aemond Taragryen, a daughter and a son both driven to duty, now bound to each other when the realm is on the brink of war. Floris is enamoured by the Prince, but love is something she can only hope will bloom once her vows have been said before the eyes of the Seven- AU where Aemond and Floris marry before the Dance of the Dragons.

Warnings: 18+, smut, pregnancy, arranged marriage, canon divergence, angst, possibly quite a lot of angst, hurt/comfort

A/n: I watched episode 2 and went... yeah he needs an emotional support wife <3

I don’t flinch at the sound of steel. I stand steadfast on the outlook over the yard, my hair loose about my shoulders, my gown one of Baratheon black and gold. The clouds over King’s Landing this morning are heavy and ominous. I could almost imagine I am back at Storm’s End, watching the knights spar in the courtyard before the drum tower.

Aemond is a graceful fighter, but brutal and precise. He has no taste for tourneys, he does not fight for performance. He parries and deflects the blows from Ser Arryk’s sword with ease, then once he finds an opening he makes short work of disarming his opponent, forcing him to his knees and placing the blade against his throat. 

The closeness between Aemond and I ebbs and flows. As of late we are making good progress; I’ve been watching his morning sparring sessions for the last few weeks. Afterwards we’ll retire to his chambers and take luncheon together before we part ways until the evening. Last night we dined with the Queen, and having returned me to my chambers, he kissed me. 

He does not smile when he looks up at me from the yard. His expression is gentle and not quite passive. He says I am a good wife. He says he is content to have me by his side, and yet he leaves me to an empty bed each night. I keep waiting for the moment he’ll decide we are ready to fulfil our vows. In the meantime I despair that I am no different from any girl at the Red Keep who dreams of a handsome husband and a perfect marriage which is not yet in reach. At least Helaena has her children to keep her occupied; I might as well be unmarried. 

Aemond and Ser Arryk take their positions again.

Aemond lurches forward to strike first. His opponent meets him with swift, succinct blocks, but Aemond is eager to match him in speed. There’s a stiffness in his shoulders as he moves, but he must keep his head in the right position, he must not let his blindspot leave him vulnerable to an attack.

I catch glimpses of his face as he moves, his lips pressed together, his single eye dark and determined.

A nervous feeling flutters in my belly.

A small crowd has gathered to watch them, nobles, other knights, servants, looking upon my husband with both admiration and fear– I feel a sense of pride in the awe Aemond inspires. 

Suddenly he falters.

Ser Arryk takes the opportunity to disarm him, but Aemond is not one to concede easily. He draws the knife on his belt, ducking to avoid Ser Arryk’s blows, until he’s close enough to aim the knife at the knight’s throat. 

Ser Arryk anticipates this and drops his sword, fighting with his hands to keep some distance between Aemond’s knife and his skin. The crowd is anxious now. The slashes of Aemond’s knife are too close. I dig my nails into my palms to stop myself from reacting too obviously.

Ser Arryk grabs Aemond’s right wrist with his left hand, and throws a fist towards the left side of his face– his blind side. 

I feel the impact as if I’ve been struck in the stomach.

Aemond freezes, dropping his knife. He covers his face with his hands. There is no blood that I can see but my heart races. 

I’m halfway down the steps before I realise what I’m doing. 

Ser Arryk is horrified with himself, trying to offer some help to the Prince, only for Aemond to push him away. Servants gather, unsure of what to do, hovering around him like he is a wounded beast. 

I push people out of my way so I can reach him. I place a hand over his, where he cradles his eyepatch. His breathing is quick and heavy, his hand is shaking under my palm.

I whisper, “I’m here.”

He tugs at my sleeve, a bruising grip sinking through the fabric and into my skin, around my very bones. He leans into me, his forehead pressing against the top of my head. “I’m fine,” he grits through his teeth.

“My Lady,” Ser Arryk begins, “I’m sorry– I must have acted out of impulse– I–”

“Fetch a maester,” I order.

“Not necessary,” Aemond says.

Ser Arryk hesitates.

“Fetch a maester!”

“No!” Aemond says, suddenly straightening his back and releasing me from his hold. My heart sinks at the sight of his scar, flared, red, angry. He keeps his fists clenched by his sides, denying himself the pain. “That will be all, Ser Arryk, I shall retire to my chambers.”

He marches off and I trail helplessly behind.

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[buddierecs]

secret relationship buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

our love is all we need (to make it through) by: chimneysrebar "buck and eddie decide to hide their relationship from their friends. It goes about as well as you would expect" word count: 3.1k important tags: sleepy cuddles, eddie diaz loves evan buckley, firehouse 118 crew as family, fluff

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft by: justhockey “i don’t think you need a dad, that’s not how families work, right? like, they all look different,” chris says. “but it’s okay if you want one. there’s nothing wrong with that.” “what’s it like, having two?” denny asks, and buck has to cover his mouth so he doesn’t give himself away. christopher’s laugh is loud, and sweet, and tugs on buck’s heartstrings in the same way that it always has done. he doesn’t even hesitate to say, “it’s fun. i love them.” word count: 4k important tags family fluff, soft eddie diaz, christopher diaz has two dads, firehouse crew as family it's golden, like daylight by: rarakiplin "the sun comes up" word count: 8.7k important tags: getting together, weddings, fluff, first dates when you come home by: 7ate9 "buck was surviving. that was the least he could do. survive with his son, his new position as a probationary firefighter, while his fiance was overseas. it was too painful to talk about. so no one could know." word count: 19k important tags: army!eddie diaz, reunions, firehouse 118 crew as family, engaged!evan buckley/eddie diaz don't tell my husband (he'll kill me) by: coupe_de_foudre all bobby has to say, as buck is hightailing it towards danger, is a low, threatening, “don’t make me call eddie.” and buck will skid to a stop, pause, and eventually turn around and slink back towards the team like a scolded dog with his tail between his legs." word count: 2.6k important tags: army!eddie diaz, hurt/comfort, light angst, married buddie, pov outsider blindspot by ashwinmeird "hen was starting to accept that buck's life would always be a mystery to her and the others. Then the 136 gets a new probie, eddie diaz, and buck doesn't appear to be the guy's biggest fan. but there's something, some secret, hen isn't privy to and she was going to get to the bottom of whatever was happening between buck and eddie." word count: 10k important tags: alternative universe, pov outsider, oblivious, confusion, relationship reveal

give me a sign, i want you next to me by: 42hrb the 118 knows buck has a really cute kid and a partner he loves, they just think that partner is his husbands ex. word count: 7k important tags: army!eddie diaz, different first meeting au, married buddie, evan buckley and shannon diaz friendship, family fluff and the winner is.... by: heartsdalliances "when maddie convinces buck to join her and the rest of the couples of the 118 on a couples game-show with eddie as his partner, he does so hesitantly, if only because he knows that by the end of it -- the rest of the team will realize he and Eddie are way more than best friends." word count: 18k important tags: game show, fluff, angst, 118 team as family

there's a rumor going around (about me and you) by: justhockey “$100 says he’s not taking a girl home tonight,” eddie wagers. all four of them look at him with stunned looks on their faces, as if they can’t possibly believe eddie is being so stupid. eddie shrugs, holds his arms out in a take it or leave it kind of gesture. of course, they all think he’s insane, so -- “deal,” athena says." word count: 3.1k important tags bets and wagers, drinking, clingy!eddie diaz, karaoke, coming out, flirting welcome to the family by: shutupheather "eddie gets hurt on the job. the team meets and comforts his husband in the hospital waiting room." word count: 3.4k important tags: married buddie, alternative universe, hurt!eddie diaz, worried!evan buckley finally found it right here by: justhockey "he just wants to sleep. but then eddie is placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and shaking. - “buck, what did you just say?” - buck huffs out a sigh. “i said maddie is in lab-“ - Oh fuck. word count: 3.4k important tags: coming out, babies, fluff

explicit rated secret relationship fics mature rated secret relationship fics

[izzysarchivedblogs]

The past several weeks had been alarming exercise in asking the question. WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING? The next question in this exercise lead to another question, that he's been asked for years and years, wondered by himself and other. WHAT HAPPENS IF HE LOSES IT? What happens WHEN he loses it?

Scariest question, and he had hoped that he would never known the answer. OR HE'D BE DEAD BEFORE HE HAD TO COME UP WITH AN ANSWER. Clint envisioned himself an early grave, had died once before and think that the next time would be permanent. STAY IN THE GRAVE. (sorry, pete his love, he doesn't see himself living to sixty).

AND RIGHT NOW? ⸻ He's being faced with the question, being faced with the exact kind of scenario that he never wanted to face alive or sober. (THAT'S ANOTHER THING). Clint has to face what happens when he starts to LOSE IT. ⸻ THE IT THAT MADE HIM HAWKEYE.

If he wasn't Hawkeye, than what did he have? Who was he? Clint Barton? A RUNAWAY, WITH A CRIMINAL RECORD, WHO NEVER FINISHED SCHOOL AND DRINKING PROBLEM? That's not anyone special, not anyone who contributes anything to society who could make it in the world unless he had an an extraordinary discipline and training OF WHICH MADE HIM HAWKEYE. Clint Barton wouldn't be able to get a job. HAWKEYE WAS EVRYTHING.

So what happens if he loses what he preaches? NEVER MISS? Than he's like anyone else. Plenty of snipers, marksmen, and archers were good but they missed. HE WAS A CLASS ABOVE THEM. Master level, above that. It's what made him good at what he does, it's what made him valuable and special.

SOBER ⸻ THAT OTHER THING. Somewhere along the way that became hinged upon (and he knows that's terrible) on his ability to keep on in exactly the way he was. THAT INCLUDE HAWKEYE AND THE AIM ACCURACY. NEVER MISSING. THE PERFECT SHOT. As he was coming off of the Avengers business, avoidant of just about everyone (Peter included, Peter especially for he knew him) and came to sobering thought and feeling (ha ha hnnn) that his jaw was aching, that his mouth was going dry and he wants to forget his MISSING TWICE. Beer, gin, whiskey. Break it, the long time coming and held onto sobriety, but no, no, no too early for that.

THERE'S GOT TO BE A CHANCE. MAYBE IT REALLY WAS JUST AND OFF DAY. ⸻ That he's been imagining his depth perception was off, that things are starting to have a fuzz to them at a distance. That missing today was something else, not him and not his eyes.

Peter's downstair, had not followed him up to the bedroom after he had shut him down. SHUT HIM DOWN. His comments, promising to blow Peter (which he would do) was avoidant, shutting down his long term boyfriend's concerns for him. AVOIDING THE QUESTION OF WHAT'S GOING ON. It's almost borderline a prickish thing he had said, had done and than he had been moving past him up the stairs to shut the bedroom door.

STOOD A THAT DOOR, CONTEMPLATED LOCKING IT. Hand on the doorknob, next to the lock and he knows things are off. Today was the first day it was bad; NOTICABLE. It' been week of noticing the change, of things getting worse. IF TODAY WAS TWO MISSES HOW BAD COULD IT GET IT.

Clint clenches the door knob, and doesn't lock it. Throws himself to bed, still in his gear and PETER DOESN'T FOLLOW. He's glad for the fact he didn't follow, had needed the space. CLINT STARES AT HIS PHONE.

[ Captain Adorkable of the Spiderprise ❤️💙 ] -> received 5:35 PM ✉ -> Hey you home yet? ✉ -> Was thinking about grabbing some takeout and we can as the kids say 'Netflix and chill?'

THE MESSAGES LEFT IGNORED. He swipes his thumb over the screen, considers sending something now. AN APOLOGY, AN EXPLANATION (A LIE. IT'D BE A LIE). Clint would lie to him, his partner, and he had been hiding from him for weeks, lies. Considers asking if he's still around, still downstairs because his Bed-Stuy apartment was as much Peter's home now as it was his. There were Peter's things and Mayday's things around the place, the Super's office in the basement was shared. PETER'S GOT A COPY OF THE MASTER KEYS. So that he can freely access and lock the utilities closets, the roof top, the basement.

Clint finds himself trapped in his own bathroom, wanting a drink, needing to do something about that and he's halted by the question of if Peter was down there. HIS FACE WOULD GO SOFT, SAD, THAT WAY PETER LOOKED AT HIM ⸻ With concern, with love and that particular look of love was an ocean that could drown (oh let him swallow that water fill his lungs until he can't breath) ⸻ HE CAN'T TAKE THAT LOOK RIGHT NOW (couldn't handle).

It wouldn't be a lie to say he wants to drink to him, that he's heavily considering how long he's been sober (two years since relapse) and what he'd throw away, but that'd come into questions of w. WHY ARE YOU FEELING THIS WAY? WHAT HAS TRIGGERED YOU? WHAT CAN I DO?

So he doesn't, swallows his feelings and tries to pack it down. IMAGINES A TARGET ABOVE him. Flings a wrist like he's throwing a dart, imagining that he's hitting a bullseye each time (HE DOESN'T EVEN IN THOUGHT HE'S MISSSING). It's like that for hours, imagines the tastes he wanted on his tongue. Peter should have let him blow him, why couldn't he just be a selfish man like Clint? Why couldn't he be an asshole? NOT THE SOMETIMES DREARY SUPERHERO, MOSTLY CARING FRIEND AND FATHER THAT HE WAS.

Time is an unknown, he drifts in and out of feeling. DISSOCIATES. It's a vibration at his wrist, presses in a rhythm they had worked out. It had taken them roughly two hours to work out how use these bracelets to set the vibrations to work with morse code. THERE'S A TRICK TO IT, but he pick up that's what Peter is doing. HE'S AWAKE TOO.

Possibly still downstairs, the reason he's in bed dissociating than anywhere else.

.. / .-.. --- …- . / -.-- --- ..- ( I love you )

PETER. PETER'S THINKING ABOUT HIM. What is he going to do about him? It's a terrible though to have and Clint's finger hovers over bracelet and than does nothing. No message sent back, not even a single press vibration of 'I'm thinking of you.' THE MOMENT DRAGS ON FOR TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE HE GETS UP.

He opens the door, goes part way down the stairs, which he almost stumbles on them, missing two steps as he's looking down and the ground doesn't look right in the dim dark, Clint find Peter on the couch, tv on (brightness dimmed) and he sighs. ❝ Come to bed, Pete. ❞ MERCY ON HIM.

He'll be up again in a few hours anyways, an early morning push on training, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with his eyes and aim. FOUR HOURS OF ACCURACY TESTING, AND THAN MORE. But he should try, humor his boyfriend that nothing was wrong and it had just been a day, an evening of needing space, and look they shared a bed it's fine. EVEN IF CLINT WAS NOT FINE.

➤ @oceansfirst decided to hurt me [ Cont. ]

OFFICIAL AVENGER WORK was always so DAMN CHAOTIC which honestly impressive for a group of heroes that had been around for LITERAL YEARS at this point, but they almost ALWAYS saved the day. (sure sometimes it wasn't the SAAAAAME DAY, but they did their best.) Peter liked to think he REALLY CONTRIBUTED to the team, if not with his actual abilities & skills but also with his VERY ORIGINAL & VERY CREATIVE quips. The likes of which only increase in quality when his boyfriend was there to BOUNCE them right back.

Except... for the last couple of weeks things have been.. off.

Peter hadn't fully noticed RIGHT AWAY, no it was much subtler than that. He wasn't sure if it was because maybe he had grown too comfortable with being hopeful that things would go right just this once, or maybe it was because Clint was a DAMN GOOD spy and if he really wanted to hide something? He could.

BUT as the weeks went on, Peter began to SENSE something was definitely off. The only problem was, Peter for the LIFE of him couldn't figure out what it was, all he knew was just that something was wrong. At first he thought maybe he was just reading too much into things again, LOOKING for problems where there weren't any.

But.. the feeling WOULDN'T GO AWAY, so.. subtly.. he tried to figure out what was going on, but whatever it was CLINT WAS DETERMINED to hide it and that made things difficult. But Peter liked to think that he was a pretty decent DETECTIVE after all the years of hero work, and he had managed to figure out that it had maybe something to do with Clint's body.. he just COULDN'T figure out what.

That was until today, this battle. Peter had been doing his best to act like it was ANY other fight and that the INCREASING off feeling wasn't growing and he wasn't at least a little freaked out about it. (He is only human and again, Parker luck almost always runs out eventually.) He had even been coming up with some pretty WITTY zingers (or at least he thoughts so) but it seemed like Clint was... well for lack of a better word.. DISTRACTED.

That's when it happened.. he had BARELY felt it WHIZ by him as he decided to change his SWING at the very last second. AN ARROW????... or? Was it? Noo... it couldn't have been. (could it? No...) Peter had to of entirely imagined it. Maybe it had been a piece of some metal? or anything? because if it was what he though it was.. if it had been an arrow, that could only mean one thing. CLINT HAD MISSED.

But Peter definitely imagined it... HE WAS SURE OF IT.

That at least was what Peter had told himself, because the sheer IDEA that Clinton Francis Barton could EVER miss was down right mathematically impossible. HE HAD DONE THE MATH! (he was bored and high one night, don't ask.) So when the battle had come to an end, and the day was saved, Spider-man let himself be swept up with a few of the civilians who had insisted on thanking him personally.

By the time he had finally broken free of the little old nonna who INSISTED she tell him about all of her available grandchildren that he just HAD to meet, everyone else had cleared out. It wasn't that unusual that Clint and Peter don't always leave a fight together, sometimes they had other plans.. sometimes one of them just needed to decompress on their own.. any number of things.

So peter hadn't thought anything of it as he plopped down on the subway and pulled out his phone to text Clint to see if he wanted to meet up for some after battle sex and maybe some take out. It was a pretty normal date for them on work days, routine.

[ Texting: Did you know hawks mate for life? 💜🩵 ]: Hey you home yet? [ Texting: Did you know hawks mate for life? 💜🩵 ]: Was thinking about grabbing some takeout and we can as the kids say 'Netflix and chill?'

Peter didn't think much of it when he didn't get a text back. He honestly just figured Clint either hadn't heard it or had lost it again. ( It really was amazing how often that thing would just end up in random places all around the city.) So he figured he would just head over there anyways and crash even if Clint wasn't home. (He wouldn't ever admit it, but Clint had the better water pressure.)

Of course Clint wasn't home when he got there.. and Peter found himself taking a shower and muddling around the apartment trying to kill time and DEFINITELY not check his phone every thirty seconds because he COULD HAVE SWORN he heard his phone vibrate. (He definitely wouldn't admit to the number of times he had practically VAULTED over the couch because he was SURE that time it had gone off.)

The more time passed the more the SENSE that something was definitely... WRONG just wouldn't go away, and it kept creeping to the forefront of his thoughts. He was determined to ignore them, (it had definitely be a random object and not an arrow and that is that!) and he kept finding things to do.

Peter didn't know what time it was when he SENSED someone coming up the steps, he immediately recognized the familiar distance sounds of Clint shuffling up the last steps and making his way to the door. In all the time that the other had been gone Peter had worked himself up, finding ANY other distraction from the bad no good thoughts in the back ITCHING for his attention.

So as soon as Clint was through the door Peter couldn't help but practically RUSH the older man, and yeah maybe he did pin him just a little against the door, using just A LITTLE bit of strength to steal a few kisses and maybe be just A LITTLE handsy.

Clint was home! Clint was safe! Nothing was wrong! Right? right.

For a few moments, things felt just the way they always did. Clint and him always seemed to slip into place. Though he it hadn't been all that long when he noticed that something was still OFF, Peter could definitely SENSE that something was up with Clint and maybe.. maybe he shouldn't ignore it anymore. Maybe he should be an adult who tries to... not ignore a problem before it blows up in his face.

So he tries, there in lies the question. "What's going on with your body?" It's the only thing he can narrow down. Still doesn't know what the EXACT PROBLEM is, but he knows it has to do something with his body.

And that was when things started to just slip out of Peter's control, he had thought it had been an innocent enough question.. easy to be brushed off it Clint really didn't want to talk about it, the normal. But clearly something about whatever was going on WASN'T NORMAL and it the question and pushed some SORE NERVE that Peter hadn't fully realized was there.

It wasn't the lack of mood, no that's fine because sometimes that happened, no big deal. Peter had no problems with taking a step back and letting the other go, as long as he got to be with Clint then he was happy. But there that SENSE was again, and whatever was eating at Clint was REALLY bothering him ( and oh god was the other shoe really finally dropping? Shit.)

"Of course, I totally understand baby." He doesn't understand, he has no idea what's wrong but Peter tries not to take any of it personally, maybe it was what ever little optimism was left was holding out hope that maybe whatever he was sensing could be something they could fix together. They always joked about how they could do anything as long as they were together, and maybe it was a little silly to believe it now.. but Peter did.

It stung though.. he would admit. Clint was pushing him away, and it was VERY OBVIOUS and sure maybe he is reading too much into the 'blow you later' but.. something in his aching heart told him that he was onto something.

Something was going on, and Clint was keeping Peter out.

It wasn't inherently that Clint was keeping a secret that bothered him, because Clint was allowed to have those, hell he was sure even he still had a few. It was the OUTRIGHT IGNORING that there was even something going on when they both CLEARLY knew that something was.

So why was Clint hiding?

"Seriously Clint it's okay, i'm all good don't worry about me." He tried to insist, though he honestly wasn't even sure of Clint heard him since before he had even fully finished the sentence he heard the sound of the bedroom door shutting.

And if that wasn't a clear. 'GO AWAY PETER' sign, he didn't know what was.

If peter had been fifteen years, ten or even like 5 years hunger he would have left. But Peter liked to think he could string together a coherent adult brain cell from time to time so he stayed, because whatever this was? Clint shouldn't be alone.

For the briefest of moments he thought about trying the bedroom door, to see if Clint had locked him out.. but maybe he was a little too much of a coward, or maybe he really did just want to make sure Clint still got whatever space he felt he needed. (The last thing Peter wanted to do was suffocate him, he was the worst at feelings.)

So instead of trying to follow Clint, he made his way to the couch, only stopping at the closet to pull out one of Clint's hoodies so he could pull it over his aching bones, before trying to find some comfortable position on the couch. (It never really felt right without his bird boyfriend pillow)

And that was where Peter stayed for however long he needed to, having texted MJ that he was going to be too busy to take his days with Mayday for a little. (An agreement they had worked out ages ago) and maybe sometimes he would doze off, his body exhausted from the long day's events from the fight and his emotions running wild.

He couldn't ever really sleep for long, and it was NEVER comfortable or any form of RESTFUL.. and somewhere in the middle of the night he found himself staring up at the ceiling of Clint's living room, his fingers subconsciously seeking out the little bracelet that never left his wrist.

Letting one finger rest just on the center of the little moon, hesitating for the littlest of moments he finally pressed it a few clicks, morse code. (Yes they are nerds)

.. / .-.. --- …- . / -.-- --- ..- ( I love you )

They would figure this out.. whatever THIS was.. they just had to right?

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 110

Part 1 Part 109

Steve’s already out of bed when Jeff’s flailing limbs smack Eddie awake. He tugs on the connection, relieved when Steve immediately tugs back from somewhere in the trailer. He rolls over, smiling as he smashes his face into a grumbling Jeff’s chest. 

“Get off,” Jeff groans, shoving futilely at Eddie’s dead weight. “Or we’re going to be late”

Eddie whines, voice all raspy from the night’s cold air. “Don’t wanna.” Jeff smacks him again, and again, and again, until Eddie finally rolls off with a groan, tumbling ungainfully off the bed entirely. “Can’t we skip?”

Jeff’s already up and in yesterday’s jeans, hunched over the dresser looking for a shirt. “No,” he replies, sliding one on and bending down to grab a pair of socks. Eddie admires the view. “It’s hellfire day.”

That gets Eddie up, with some petulant grumbling to get dressed right alongside him.

Steve’s at the stove when they stumble out, with sleepy eyes, into the trailer proper. He’s still in his pajamas, but has clearly already showered and styled his hair into its usual coif. Eddie creeps up behind him to peer into the pan he’s currently working from, smiling when he catches sight of the pancake he’s currently flipping.

Steve doesn’t cook much, but he’s the best of all three of them when he bothers. Wayne’s got him beat for creativity, but Steve beat them both in his ability to somehow never fill the trailer with smoke. 

“Mornin’,” Eddie says. 

Steve lets out a little “mmhmm,” shoulders stiff as he stares into the pan with an unnecessary focus. 

Eddie stares at his back, brows furrowed. But Jeff’s already sitting at the table with Wayne, and if there’s one thing Steve doesn’t appreciate, it’s an audience when something’s wrong. So, he grabs the plates, syrup, and forks, and settles into his own place to wait.

It doesn’t take long until Steve’s setting a plate heaping with fluffy, brown pancakes onto the table. Jeff grabs two from the top, but Wayne and Eddie immediately grab one each from the bottom first, knowing that’s where Steve ferrets away the ones he deems imperfect so he can eat them himself. 

Steve doesn’t complain. That’s a solid strike two. Eddie bites his tongue against the worries that want to tumble out. 

Breakfast is quiet, aside from Jeff’s occasional pestering about that night’s session. Eddie locks his lips and throws away the key.

“Don’t act like you know how to shut your trap, boy,” Wayne says, scuffing the top of his head roughly. 

“Hey!” Eddie cries as Jeff laughs at him.

Steve only eats one pancake before he’s rushing into their bedroom to get changed. He’s never liked being late, and they’re thin on time. He’d rather not go at all then shuffle in partway through a period. It doesn’t stop Eddie from staring at the closed bedroom door worriedly until Wayne orders them off to brush their teeth.

Eddie loans Jeff one, and they brush their teeth side by side, too quick to do much of a good job, but Steve still beats them. He’s got both of their bags piled at the front door, his own already on his back. 

When they get to the van, Steve settles into the back, so Jeff slides into the passenger seat and buckles himself in. 

Eddie cranks the engine and peels out. They’re already on a time crunch, and he wants a minute alone with Steve before the bell rings. 

“How come you guys never take your car?” Jeff asks, craning his head back to look over at Steve. 

Eddie tries to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror, but he’s in a blindspot so he looks back at road, fingers clenching on the steering wheel. 

“More room in the van for hangers on.” The “like you” is implied heavily enough for Jeff to squawk indignantly. 

“To be fair, that’s usually Carol,” Eddie says.

“And Barbara.”

Eddie nods even though Steve probably can’t see him either. “And Barbie,” he confirms. “Plus, it makes a great getaway vehicle.” He turns to Jeff smiling maniacally. 

Jeff’s probably thinking of parties broken up by cops, or harmless pranks, but all Eddie can think about is cramming everyone in on Halloween while Barbara gunned it to the Harrington’s house to find Steve. 

What would have happened if Steve had driven?

When Eddie parks haphazardly in his usual spot in the school’s parking lot, Jeff hops out immediately. When no one follows him, he turns back to Eddie with raised eyebrows. Eddie waves his hands furiously, shooing him away like he’s a fly. Jeff rolls his eyes, but slams the door shut and walks away.

Steve’s silent in the back. Eddie doesn’t turn; he’s too worried what expression he’ll see on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, staring out the windshield at the usual bustle of the morning. 

Steve sighs. He doesn’t answer, but he dutifully slides into the passenger seat and meets Eddie’s eyes.

He’s smiling, warm and crinkled and real enough that Eddie sags into his seat, relieved beyond measure. 

“I’m okay,” Steve replies, reaching his hand out and leaving it there until Eddie links their fingers together. “And nothing’s wrong.” Eddie scoffs, but Steve just keeps talking. “Really, nothing’s wrong. I’ve just got something to sort out, and I want to talk to Carol about it first.”

Eddie looks down at their linked hands, running his thumb along the back of Steve’s. There’s a burn there, still pink and shiny, but Steve shows no sign of pain, so Eddie caresses it as he thinks.

“But you’ll tell me?” he asks, looking back up to meet Steve’s eyes.

“I promise.”

As if to emphasize the point, Steve unclasps their hands only to hook his pinkie around Eddie’s. It’s the cutest shit Eddie’s ever seen. He wants to capture it in film, or sculpt it in clay, or paint it with the expensive acrylics he’s always secretly coveted but never bought. He wants to immortalize the way his Angel’s thumb looks around his own. 

Instead, he curls his around right back and shakes their hands up and down for good measure.

“It’s a deal.”

Nothing else seems to come from it. Eddie tugs on their connection like usual, and Steve always tugs right back. He comes to lunch, and the only sign that something’s shifted is a few furtive looks between Carol and Steve.

Maybe they’ve already talked?

Anticipation thrums through Eddie. He loves secrets and being in on them. But it’s okay, for Steve, he can wait as long as he needs. 

Steve’s worth the wait.

PSA: My taglist is NOT working even when i try to do the staggering my 5's thing, no matter what I do. SO. I'm no longer trying. For the last part, I'm going to try to tag everyone even if i have to do a bunch of reblogs, because I know that's the only way some people are following the fic. Just so everyone's aware that it's complete, and go back to read what they missed. But I'm not willing to do that for every part. Sorry! <3<3<3

Part 111