#bingo: five in a row

[badthingshappenbingo]

CONGRATULATIONS TO @justanotherghostwriter FOR GETTING A BINGO! BE SURE TO CHECK OUT HER COMPLETED FICS!

[self-made-purgatories]

here's what Kirk is really thinking

[ddringo]

How To Rinse A Soul

Yuuri doesn’t get up. Yuuri doesn’t move at all. Eyes glued to the bathroom door, as if it had someone personally hurt him. “I’m not skating.” He says after another long moment.

“What?” Victor’s face falls. He’d seen videos of Yuuri’s skate that year. His free skate was a billion times better than the short. Especially if he landed his triple axel. Yuuri’s best jump. “Of course, you’ll skate. You’re amazing, Yuuri.” Victor insists.

But Yuuri still doesn’t mean from the toilet seat. Hands grasping his knees tightly. Knuckles growing white.

Victor kneels before Yuuri. “Are you hurt?” He asks.

Prompt: Trying not to cry @badthingshappenbingo FIVE IN A ROW!!!!! :D

[sirmatthew1972]

Dropping off my updated Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024 card to celebrate having reached the halfway point. I am doing so good on avoiding getting a bingo so far. *rolls eyes at self* Oh well, good thing I am doing this for fun then... and to inflict as much as I can get away with on one Aaron Hotchner. What?!

Now which square(s) to fill next? 🤔

[ilstar]

✌

neglected   box   here   and   there   that   he   tuts   at,    though   judgement   -   heavy   stare   is   superficial,    set   to   needle. all things considered,    this   does   not   bode   well for either party   :    as   such   his   curiosity   is   piqued.   naturally.     “    interesting.    are   you   pleased   with   this?    ”    

[racke7]

Today I've spent like 8+ hours getting a bingo-game to work.

And that means that I've basically completed everything this class wanted me to do until 2nd of February.

[yumeaoka-chan]

And They Were Roommates...

Made entirely because of the HC sent by 🎏 anon to @the-kr8tor . Teehee❤️

Pairing: Ekko x Reader x Hobie Brown/ Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Tags: fluff, modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), cursing, blood, injuries, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender really, hurt/comfort (sorta??), sparse use of y/n, hobie gets bapped like twice cuz I think it's funny, can be read as romantic or platonic

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Finding out one of your roommates is actually Spider-Man was not at all on your Bingo Card.

A loud bang startles you awake, thumps and thuds sounding outside your room. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes and scrubbing a hand over your face, you peel away the blankets with a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell”, a muffled voice huffs, making you scoff.

“That should be my line”, you mumble, stumbling across your room. You knew having more than two people living together would mean noises late in the night, knew that it was inevitable for disturbances. It hadn't occurred to you just how frequent it would be, however. This was the fifth night in a row this week that you've been woken up by them, nevermind it being almost five months since you started living here and you were tired of it. It didn't matter how nice they both were, how you cared deeply for them, how they'd apologize for it come morning. The fact that it keeps happening is enough to make you want to throttle them.

“It's three in the morning -”, you hiss lowly, wrenching your bedroom door open, “Three in the fucking morning..!” Fists balled up in frustration and annoyance painted on your features, you stomp your way into the small living room.

“I'd appreciate it if you both would…” The words die in your throat at the smell of iron as you take in the sight before you. The window behind the couch was wide open, cool night air blowing into the flat, bloodied handprints smeared across the windowsill. On the floor was the vase you had brought with you when you moved here, next to the toppled over coffee table and a banged up guitar littered with stickers. Your eyes drift over the couch speckled with crimson over to the man sprawled on the floor, masked head lifting up from the cushions. The white eyes of his mask seem to widen in what you think is shock at the sight of you and he lifts a hand up in your direction.

“W-Wait-”

“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You cry out, pointing at the stranger who you've come to realize is Spider-Man, the Spider-Man. What the hell is London's web head doing in your flat, on your floor?! The masked hero struggles to lift himself off of the floor and that's when you notice the ichor seeping past his fingers, palm pressed against the large cut on his stomach. The sight of more blood makes your pulse quicken, panic settling in your bones.

“Oh! Oh, God, you're bleeding..!” Legs wobbling, you trip over yourself and stumble as you inch closer towards the man, trembling hands hovering out towards him. “Fuck… W-What should I do? H-How do I help you…?” Spider-Man shakes his head, hand gently gripping your wrist once you get close enough to him. The way he rubs his thumb against your skin in a calming manner feels oddly familiar to you, though it does little to quell the anxiousness eating at your insides.

“‘S fine, mate, really-”

“A doctor…! I'll take you to a doctor..!” A hand gently rests atop your head just as you start to pull the masked hero up, making you freeze and stutter in your frantic rambling. Exhausted hazel brown eyes greet you as you look up over your shoulder, lips twisted in a small frown and twisted locs pulled back in a ponytail.

“It's all good, Y/N”, Ekko mumbles softly, voice still warm and laced with sleep, “I've got it from here.”

“W-What..?” You question as he kneels down in front of the injured man, a first aid kit already in his hands. He's too calm about this whole situation in your opinion, so much so that you're beginning to suspect that this isn't the first time this has happened. Your roommate clicks his tongue in slight annoyance, brows furrowing as he glares at the hero. And then he does something you never thought he would do to a hero of all people. Ekko raises a hand and smacks Spider-Man on the forehead. Jaw dropping at the scene, you watch as the web head curses, fingers shooting up to rub at the sore spot.

“Bloody wanker! Hell was tha’ for”, he grumbles, yelping as Ekko tugs at one of the spikes on his mask. “Stop! ‘M injured, remember?”

“This is exactly why I said for you to let ‘em know what's up. You never listen, man!” Your roommate snaps, frustration evident on the furrow of his brows as he helps the man out of his leather vest. Spider-Man lets out a noise and if he wasn't wearing that mask, you'd have sworn he would have been pouting.

“Give me some slack, ‘Ko. Slipped my mind, ‘s all.” The nickname leaves his lips almost naturally, and leaves you bewildered. Because, from your knowledge, the only ones Ekko allows to call him that are you and-

“You're shitting me… Hobie…”, you mumble softly, eyes as big as saucers at the sudden revelation. The masked man chuckles lowly before reaching up and pulling the mask off completely, the familiar warm russet brown eyes of your roommate greeting you. Small cuts litter his face and the area near his right eye looks slightly darker and swollen, as though he'd been punched repeatedly. Hobie gives you a lopsided smile, pain evident in the way the corners of his lips tremble just a bit.

“‘S me, darlin’. Meant to tell you sooner…” It all finally makes sense. The persistent weariness you'd see emanating from him at times, all the times he'd been late to your hangouts, the fact that he almost always looked like he'd gotten into a fight. Hell, the guitar he carries is the exact one Spider-Man was always lugging around. How could you have even missed this? Now that you knew exactly who was behind the mask and how close you were to him, your nerves slowly began to spike again. Was he always getting hurt this badly, to the point that the blood flow never seemed to stop, even now? An image of a lifeless Hobie laying deathly still on the floor of your flat flashes in your mind then and you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Mm, you got lost in my eyes there?” His words rouse you out of your musings and you glare at him, letting out a huff and trying to hide the way your eyes were beginning to sting with the threat of tears. Ekko snorts and smacks Hobie's forehead again, who in turn lets out a shout. “Oi! Nurses ain't ‘posed to hit the wounded!”

“Sure”, Ekko scoffs before turning to you, exasperation coloring his voice, “Can you grab a large bowl with warm water and a little soap?”

You're up almost immediately after he asks, quickly rushing to grab whatever he needs. You return shortly with the bowl and a clean washcloth, carefully placing it beside him, watching as he pulls out the tools needed to treat his patient who is already shirtless. You watch as Ekko begins treating Hobie, hands quick yet gentle in the way he cleans the wound. The silence stretches on as you move to sit next to him, your head inches away from both his and Hobie's. It's when he moves on to begin stitching the cut that you speak up, eyeing your two roommates.

“From the looks of it, you've been tending to him for a while. How long have you been doing this, ‘Ko..?” He chuckles and shakes his head, a few white twists slipping from the ponytail and falling over his eyes. Your fingers are quick to brush them to the side for him while Hobie gently fixes Ekko's hair into a bun, so that his hair doesn't get in the way of his work.

“It feels like forever, honestly, like I've known him for that long. It's probably only been about a year or two, though.” He mumbles, which makes the injured man in front of you chuckle.

“Been my saviour for a while now, yeah?”

“Yeah…” There's a look that crosses over Ekko’s face then, something akin to sadness and anxiousness. It goes away just as quick as it came but, unfortunately for him, both you and Hobie had already seen it. Fingers softly grazing his wrist, you silently urge him to stop for just a moment, Hobie following your lead by tenderly bumping a hand underneath the upset man's chin. Ekko closes his eyes for just a moment before looking up at Hobie and leaning his weight a little more against you, as if searching for comfort in your presence.

“I hate this… I hate having to patch you up after you get hurt like this”, he mumbles softly as his hands begin to resume their work, the real meaning behind his words reaching you almost instantly. Hobie sucks in a breath, glancing down at the hands working on his wound with a slightly guilty look on his face.

“...Sorry, mate… ‘S a hassle, I know-”

“He means-”, you interrupt him, hand quick to grasp his own, feeling the way the fabric of his suit rubs against your skin, "that it worries him. You getting hurt this badly is a little scary, Hobes. Makes a person think that if you'd gotten hurt anymore than you already had, that you might not come back at all one day…” You take a shaky breath, not even realizing the tears you'd held in from earlier were shining in your eyes right now. “I mean, look at how scared I was tonight. I just learned about you being Spider-Man and it already made me scared for your safety, seeing you like this. Imagine how Ekko has been feeling all this time.”

“We're not saying you should stop being Spider-Man, Hobie”, Ekko mutters as he finishes the last bit of stitches, hands moving to grab the ointment he laid out as he sniffles. “All we're saying is that we want you to at least come back to us in one piece. That's all we ask for.”

“Yeah. And don't make fun of us if we're a little shaken up at you being hurt”, you choke out, now wiping the hot tears dripping down your face. This was a little more than you'd expected to happen tonight, who could blame you for crying right now? Sleep deprivation and witnessing someone you cared about bleeding out could do it to you. You feel yourself being pulled into an embrace, Hobie wrapping you both in his arms and holding you close. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm as one of your hands rested on his chest, the other gripping Ekko's hand.

“I'll always come back to you lot. Promise”, Hobie murmurs softly, voice cracking just a bit as he tightens his grip on you both ever so slightly. Ekko chuckles and bumps his head against his affectionately.

“Better. Or we'll both hunt you down and knock some sense into you.” A sniffle leaves you as you nod your head in agreement. Hobie lets out a laugh at that, arms holding you ever closer.

“Got it, Boss Man.”

[bucktommybingo]

WELCOME TO BUCKTOMMY BINGO !

General Guidelines: 

Standard bingo rules apply: five in a row (vertically, horizontally, diagonally) to ‘win’. If one wants to fill in the entire card, or all three, feel free to do so, this is just for fun!

ALL types of creations count as fills - fic, art, gifs, etc.

disclaimer: there will be no acceptance of AI works. Do not tag this blog in any AI. This is an AI hate space.

You can use one prompt per creation OR try and wedge an entire line into one creation if you’re an overachiever (affectionate). If you score a full card by the end please make a master post for bragging rights!!

New works or WIPs that you've been looking for an excuse to finish accepted but nothing already posted / incomplete on AO3.

Tag this account to be reblogged: @bucktommybingo

Other hashtags to include: #bucktommybingo #bucktommy bingo

PLEASE make sure to tag correctly for works containing any of the major warnings on AO3 (graphic violence, character death, rape/ non-con, underage)

This is for fun and to encourage this Very Cool fandom 😘 No pressure to finish a whole card but that would be super awesome if you’re feeling it!

There are three different bingo cards so everyone can have the choice in what they want to do, if you don't want to do NSFW works, then the first card works just fine! If you want to do ONLY NSFW works than the smut card is just for you. If you've been looking for an excuse to delve more into the darker side of things, the darkfic card is for you.

This bucktommy bingo is run by a proshipper, hence the darkfic card, and there will be no censorship done here. there's no moderation. I'm only here to reblog people's works and encourage people to participate.

AO3 Collection here

Start Date: November 23rd

End Date (completed bingo cards/ masterlists should be posted by this day): March 6th, 2025 (aka the end of hiatus).

Text list of prompts under the read more.

HAVE FUN 🥳

1ST CARD:

BUCK 1.0

ROOMMATES

GAY BARS

MPREG

TOMMY'S HOUSE

CHEATING

AGE GAP

HURT COMFORT

ROAD TRIP

FIRST FIGHT

NEAR DEATH

A/B/O (omegaverse)

FREE SPACE (anything you want!)

JEALOUSY

OUTSIDER POV

FUTURE FIC

SPORTS

DIFFERENT JOBS

SOULMATES

ILLNESS

EXES

SOLDIER TOMMY

FAKE DATING

COLLEGE AU

MUAY THAI

SMUT CARD:

PUPPY PLAY

RING CUTTER

BREEDING KINK

PISS KINK

FIRST TIME

PRAISE KINK

EDGING

RIMMING

DADDY KINK

DIRTY TALK

BAREBACK

BDSM

FREE SPACE (whatever you want!)

COLLAR

ONE NIGHT STAND

PHONE SEX

SUBSPACE

CHOKING

SEX TOY

PWP (porn with plot/porn without plot)

ARMPIT LOVE

COCKWARMING

PUBLIC SEX

THREESOME

SOMNO

DARKFIC CARD

DUBCON

MONSTERFUCKING

SELF HARM

TORTURE

CHILD ABUSE

STALKING

GROOMING

HURT NO COMFORT

MOB/GANG

RESTRAINTS

BLOOD PLAY

DRUGGED

FREE SPACE (anything you want!)

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

UNDERAGE

BETRAYAL

CAME BACK WRONG

PRISON

MCD (major character death)

POSSESSION

MURDER

ABDUCTION

SUICIDE

FORCED TO WATCH

NONCON

[hanukkahbingo]

Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo 2024

The basic rules –

All fics must be at least 100 words long and focus on a Jewish or Jew-ish character celebrating Hanukkah (or the scifi/fantasy equivalent of Hanukkah).

All graphics and moodboards must be at least 3x3 (9 images or more in total included on the work) OR for traditionally drawn art, include at least one Jewish or Jew-ish character celebrating Hanukkah.

From December 25 - January 2, post your work to the AO3 collection “hanukkahbingo” and/or post on Tumblr tagging @hanukkahbingo and #hanukkahbingo to be included in the nightly masterpost!

INCLUDE ON YOUR ROUNDUP TUMBLR POST:

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: Author/Artist Name: Fandom: Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bingo Squares Being Filled: Rating: Warning(s): Link to Work:

EXAMPLE:

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: Repairing the World Author/Artist Name: hanukkahbingo Fandom: MCU Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Jane Foster, Marc Spector Bingo Squares Being Filled: H1 - Dreidel, U1 - Latkes, K2 - “They tried to kill us, they failed, let’s eat” Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Link to Work:http://www.archiveofourown.org/example

Since this Bingo grid is larger than the usual bingo card, you do not need to complete a full row or column to get a Bingo – any five fills = a bingo. If you DO fill out the complete card, that’s a Full Menorah (instead of a Blackout, because festival of lights… yuk yuk yuk).

You can fill as many squares as applicable in your work (so if your characters have an applesauce versus sour cream versus ketchup latke debate, that’s 5 squares and a full bingo!), but each square must be at least 100 words or 3 images, so you cannot write one 100-word fic and claim that it fills 5 squares, etc. The above example of the applesauce versus sour cream versus ketchup latke debate fic would need to be at least 500 words.

Questions? Askbox here!

[ceganbingo]

Cegan Bingo YEAR TWO - NSFW Edition

General Guidelines: 

Standard bingo rules apply: five in a row (vertically, horizontally, diagonally) to ‘win’ 

ALL TYPES OF CREATIONS COUNT AS FILLS - fic, art, gifs, music, interpretive dance, what have you

You can use one prompt per creation OR try and wedge an entire line into one creation if you’re an overachiever (affectionate). If you score a full card by the end please make a master post for bragging rights!!

Tag this account to be reblogged: @ceganbingo

Other hashtags to include: #ceganbingo #cegan bingo #cegan

PLEASE make sure to tag correctly for works containing any of the major warnings on AO3 (graphic violence, character death, rape/ non-con, underage)

This is for fun. No pressure to finish a whole card but that would be super awesome if you’re feeling it!

New works or WIPs that you've been looking for an excuse to finish accepted INCLUDING expanding incomplete works on AO3.

*Note that you absolutely don’t have to make NSFW/ explicit creations. These prompts were chosen with input from some fandom friends with one-track minds 😉

AO3 Collection should be up by April 3rd, if it's not, please poke me.

Start Date: Thursday April 3rd aka S06E16: The Last Day on Earth release date. The ✨ meet cute ✨ if you will. 

End Date (completed bingo cards/ masterlists should be posted by this day): Thursday December 4th aka S07E07: Sing Me a Song. The Cegan Episode. 

This challenge is INTENTIONALLY long. No commitment, all casual all the time. Drop in and write a thing and then change fandoms for six months, it's alllll good!

Text list of prompts under the read more. Yes there are a couple repeats because they continue to please me.

HAVE FUN 🥳

First line - left to right:

Grooming 'Let's figure out what to do with you' Teacher/ student au The lineup 'At least cry a little'

Second Line:

'Look at his badass' Pool table Sex tape 'You're my sunshine' Fingerless gloves

Third line:

Split lip Dub-con FREE SPACE Nosebleed Eye socket

Fourth line:

Abduction 'Take me instead' Punishment Little serial killer Bruises

Bottom line:

'Get on your knees' King 'It's more productive to break you' 'Against the grain' 'Screw you, kid'

[bucktommypositivityweek]

🧡 welcome, friends, to a new bucktommy positivity bingo! 🧡

WHAT IS IT?

As in the last bucktommy positivity bingo, we are going to be inviting everyone in the fandom to claim a bingo sheet, and check off squares of fanwork tropes by reading & commenting on other people's fics, writing or drawing their own works, making rec lists, making headcanon posts, or more! at the end of the event, a few special graphics will be shared as honorary badges for everyone who's scored a bingo!

EVENT DATES

Bingo cards posted - Monday 2nd June

Main Event - Monday 9th June to Sunday 15th June

Additional time - the week after the event is allowed as leeway time if you don't manage to complete in the first week!

WAYS TO CHECK OFF A SQUARE

You have a few different options on activities that count for checking off a square in our bingo!

Find a fanwork that features that trope, and leave a detailed reply/tag/comment for the creator about what you like about it! if it's on tumblr, make sure you reblog it!

Find multiple fanworks featuring that trope, and make a rec-list for other people with them! Make sure to leave what you like about each work as part of your rec, and tag the creators!

Create a new fanwork for the square! this could be a drabble, fic, meta post/headcanon, doodle; no limits on size, but we don't want anyone to think they need to spend a lot of time creating a fanwork for this unless they want to. it's all for fun!

You don't have to stick to one method when it comes to getting your bingo! you're welcome to review three fics, reblog one art piece with a comment, write one drabble, comment on five gifsets - whatever ratio you'd like to do it in! all you have to do to complete a row is engage with each of the tropes in it in some way, shape or form!

HOW IT WORKS

The number one rule is have fun and spread as much positivity as you can! anything goes in this event as long as it is supporting a positive, good-faith bucktommy work.

We will post the set of bingo sheets - some with season 8 themed prompts, some with generic ones. To claim a card, all you need to do is save the one you want and post it on your own blog or wherever you want to track your bingos!

There will be multiple options for the bingo sheets and you can choose which one you want to do, so if there are squares that squick you out, you can avoid them.

As mentioned above, you can engage with the prompts however you want, and it's fine to mix and match what you do (reviewing, writing, headcanon posts, etc)!

Occasionally during the week, we will share a post that people can reply to, or reblog & tag, to track your bingos. However, you can also repost your bingo card on your own blog and check them off as you go (remember to tag us!) or however you prefer to track!

If a fanwork or comment you make fits more than one of the prompts on your card, you're welcome to use it to cross off multiple prompts at once! if you'd like an additional challenge you can stick to doing each square individually, but there is no rule against checking off multiple

At the end of the event, we’ll share some pretty graphics as a reward for all your hard work ☀️

We have loved doing Bucktommy Positivity Bingo before and we hope people enjoy it again! it's a great way to participate in an event even if you don't have much time or inclination to create original works - reading, commenting and supporting other people are a huge focus of this event, and we can't wait to see what everyone chooses to do this time around!

Please let us know if you have any questions, reblog this to signal boost, and stay tuned for the bingo cards! ☀️🧡☀️

[badthingshappenbingo]

CONGRATULATIONS TO @guplia FOR GETTING A BINGO! BE SURE TO CHECK OUT THEIR COMPLETED FICS!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

An a/b/o fic with maybe Bruce Wayne or Arthur curry, where they have been searching for their omega for most of their life, and when they are fighting a villain fem reader comes in and helps them, I was thinking that reader she has telekinesis or something and, she helps them and they are blown away by her, never thinking that their omega could be a hero as well

.⋆｡Crashing Waves｡⋆.

alpha!Arthur Curry x plus size reader

He has been looking for her for his whole life and she arrived just in time

Warnings: a/b/o, true mates, hero!reader, omega!reader, violence against robots, reader is shorter than Bruce and Arthur (but who isn’t), implied smut WC: 1.4k

6k Follower Celebration Bingo

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Even after serving as Atlantis’s king for five years now, Arthur doubted he would get used to the searing smell of salt that constantly clung to everything around him. It burned his nostrils even when he was lounging around the JL tower and part of him wondered if he would ever be able to properly scent out his mate while the sea constantly invaded his senses. Though even before he claimed the throne, he wasn’t exactly successful on that front.

He felt like he had searched everywhere for his omega, the biological urge deep down in his chest driving him to scour every inch of the earth for them. But they had eluded him and even if his parents (themselves being true mates) assured him that the right omega would appear when the time was right, he remained alone with the smell of the sea. 

Arthur was almost glad, at times, for a good fight. Smoke, sparks from his trident, even blood gave him a break from the usual salt that surrounded him, temporarily cleansing his pallet so to speak. But maybe not today he thought with a wince.

Hundreds of broken robots surrounded him, the never-ending wave of enemies only getting thicker as his exhaustion began to mount. Batman was somewhere deep in the crowd, attempting to override their programming as Arthur tried to keep him safe enough. New enemies were always a pain in the ass but this one was definitely levels above the other newbies they fought. And Arthur was already fantasising about what he’d do to the skinny little white guy as soon as he got his hands on him, that is if Batman didn’t get to either of them first.

“Is there any way to hurry this up!” He shouted above the screaming of gears and failing electronics. 

“This would go faster if you stopped hitting them at me.” The Bat growled as he hit yet another firewall in their programming. Arthur took another swing of his trident, knocking away a flying robot that had gotten way too close to his partner’s head for comfort. It let out a high pitched whine as it was launched into the horizon.

“This would be faster if you didn’t type in the wrong code to begin with!” A batarang screamed past his ear, landing right in the huge glowing eye of the robot hovering just over Arthur’s right shoulder. Oil sprayed from its side, coating Arthur’s hair. 

A deafening roar sounded through the empty field as another shipping container rose from the ground, releasing even more robots. Batman turned back to the computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard all while the swarm closed in around them. “This is gonna hurt.” Arthur cocked back his shoulder and raised his trident, maybe he could knock out a few rows of them before they got too close and he’d have to switch to his fists. 

Just as he readjusted his grip to throw the trident into the thickest grouping of robots, everything went silent.

The now frozen robots hung in the air like someone had just paused time, though they still whirred and whined, their huge red eyes glowing even brighter. Then, with little more than a sharp click from somewhere to his right, they were pulled backwards, the mechanical bodies slamming into each other as they were forced together into one huge sphere hundreds of feet off the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Suddenly, the sphere crumpled like tin foil, the metal warping and collapsing until all that was left was a flat sheet of wires and dying LEDs. It slammed into the earth, disappearing behind the long grass as Batman’s screen turned green.

“Great timing there bats.” But Arthur’s tone held no bite, not when the salty smell of the ocean and ozone slammed into him. 

Immediately, every nerve in his body came to life, buzzing like he was drunk but his mind was clear, clearer than it ever had been before. A figure was walking through the grass, elegantly avoiding the mangled carcasses of their battle. As she approached, her scent became stronger and Arthur could now smell the subtle hint of something flowery like a warm spring breeze. 

The light of the sunset made her practically glow as she moved, her thick curves and perfect dips highlighted by a tight catsuit that looked like it was pulled straight from his teenage fantasies. 

“I hope I didn’t show up too late.” Her voice floated around him and Arthur’s knees buckled. 

“You’re right on time.” Her e/c eyes met his golden ones and he watched as her nose turned up and she took a deep breath of his scent. Her heavy chest hitched and her own scent turned sweeter. His stomach flipped as something deep inside him stretched awake for the first time in what seemed like years.

“Y/N. What took so long?” Batman crossed his arms as he looked down at her, his jaw ticking in anger. Yet her expression never faltered, in fact she glanced at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was bright, shining with something ethereal. 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you gave me a coded message with the coordinates instead of being a normal person and sharing your location with me? I may have psychic powers but I suck at math dude.” 

“That was you?” Arthur hadn’t noticed that his body was moving on its own until he finally spoke again and she had to crane her head almost all the way back to make eye contact with him. Warmth unlike anything he had experienced before bloomed through his chest as she leaned towards him, fluttering her lashes up at him.

“I have a lot of tricks better than that.” Her scent was almost overpowering now but all he wanted to do was drown in it. Y/N’s shoulder brushed against his pec and something snapped.

The world tilted on its axis and he suddenly knew what his parents were talking about when they said that the moment they met, nothing else mattered. “Omega.” 

Her body sagged into him as she breathed out an almost inaudible “alpha”. His trident dropped unnoticed to the ground. 

“I’ve finally found you.” She fell easily into his arms, like they had been made to hold her. She pressed her face as close as she could get, her words muffled against the thick armour but he could hear her clearly all the same. 

“You stole my line,” he whispered into her hair, breathing her scent as much as he could, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Who knew I’d find you after you saved my life?” Her giggle made his heart swell with affection and pride.

“You’ve obviously been looking in the wrong place.” Y/N looked up at him as he cupped her full cheek with a massive hand, guiding her face upwards. His eyes dropped to her lips.

“I could say the same about you.” He leaned down and just as his lips were about to touch hers-

“Alright that’s enough,” Bruce snarled, “need I remind you both that there’s still a villain we need to deal with.” 

Y/N never looked away from Arthur, in fact she wound an arm around his neck and tugged him even closer. His alpha roared to life, hyper-focusing on the softness of her curves beneath his hands. “You go ahead, I think my alpha and I have done more than enough heavy lifting for the day, we have better things to do.”

“I’m going to regret asking but what exactly is more important than dealing with a potentially global threat?” Arthur smirked, catching on to the game she was playing.

His right hand dropped from where it was resting on her wide hip down to the plump cheeks of her ass. “I’m going to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out right in this field. So unless you’re into that stuff-“ she slapped his chest at that, “-then I suggest you move on, Bats, cause right now, nothing is going to stop me from claiming my omega.”

“You two are disgusting.” He grumbled and walked off, finally leaving the newly discovered mates alone.

“Now where were we?” Arthur purred before Y/N yanked him down and finally kissed him, making the smell of the ocean explode around them.

Her scent had been haunting him for years, etching itself into his mind and suddenly, Arthur loved the smell of salt again because it meant that he finally had his omega.

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Hook, Line, & Sinker

Rated T | 1.3k words | Ao3 link

Part 2 of this waterpark 90's AU that fulfills the "Atlantis" Mermay Bingo fill for @stmonstercalendar

Buckingham Fic | [Steddie Fic]

Tags: pre-Steddie, College/90's/no UD AU, Amusement parks, Tourguide/Pirate Eddie, Merman Steve, Chrissy & Eddie friendship, Queer Eddie and Steve, Confident Steve, Eddie has a crush on Steve, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, no one except Chrissy is safe from silly themed outfits in this AU

Author's notes and bingo card are under the cut!

Eddie ushered his latest tour group out of the building that housed the sharks, blinking as they went from semi-darkness into the bright July sun. If he was walking just a teeny tiny bit faster than the recommended speed, no one here was going to tell. It was time for his favorite part of the day and this fanny-packed crowd was not going to make him late.

“Okay ladies and gents, boys and girls! Today, you’ve met playful penguins, daring dolphins, and even spoooooky sharks! But now, you’re about to see something you’ve never laid eyes on before. Yes, including you Dustin. Nope, really, I promise!” Eddie kept his customer service smile on as he stared daggers at this group’s resident smarty pants and his encyclopedic knowledge of marine life. Stupid kid kept trying to upstage him.

“These fantastic creatures were once thought to be only legends and fairy tale myths. But one day, the fearsome pirate Blackbeard discovered a hidden cove in the Caribbean where these mysterious creatures still lived in the ruins of the fabled sunken city of Atlantis. He told them all about his hometown of Sand Beach, in the wonderful land of Pennsylvania. These creatures were wowed and amazed by his stories. They begged Blackbeard to bring them back with him so they could live in Pennsylvania too. And so, even today, Sand Beach is home to its very own pod of mermaids!”

As he said his last sentence, Eddie threw open the doors to the arena that housed the mermaid show, finally breaking out into a real smile.

Sure, his “tour guide” pirate outfit, with its goofy fake beard and hook hand was humiliating and made up of the most suffocating fabrics known to man. The script he followed five times a day was full of cheesy jokes and terrible puns. And his groups were made up of the dumbest people alive. Honestly it was a miracle half of them pointed their polaroids in the right direction.

But it wasn’t all bad. Instead of getting dirty looks from families, his tattoos helped sell the whole pirate schtick better. Hell, he was even allowed to wear his rings and bandana! Plus he had free admission to the penguin feeding by bringing his groups along (as Chrissy often reminded him with her sad puppy dog pout).

And of course, he got a front row seat to the mermaid spectacular five times a day.

In the privacy of his own mind, Eddie could admit that his employers had gotten one thing in this horrible shrine to capitalism right.

The arena was still impressive to look at, even after hundreds of tours. It spanned two stories: one above the water, and one below. Panes of glass set into the bottom layer allowed visitors to see the whole pool, no matter where the actor swam to. The fluorescent rocks and corals dotted throughout drew the eye, and more than once, Eddie had dreamt how good a dip into those blue-green waters would feel after walking around the park’s paths all day.

Just as he managed to get his group seated, tinny speakers stuttered to life and began to play a jaunty naval-themed tune: It was time for the show to begin. Eddie’s heart beat faster in anticipation of seeing him again.

One by one, the mermaids appeared, decked out in bright colorful tails and waterproof makeup to match. Each one was “more lovely than the last!” as the announcer proclaimed. Except that wasn’t true. Because Mermaid #5, with his fire engine-red tail, was the only one Eddie had eyes for.

As he swam around, Mermaid #5’s blonde-highlighted hair swirled in the current. It made the perfect halo for his beautiful face, with it’s strong nose, sparkling eyes, and infectiously warm smile. From his vantage point in the arena, Eddie could just make out moles dotted all over his mermaid’s body. And, oh , what a body! Mermaid #5 wasn’t jacked up with bulging muscles like Schwarzeneggger. No, he was all lean lines from swimming strapped into a tail all day. He even had visible abs from some angles, like when he was picking up and tossing another mermaid to fly and flip in the air. Eddie swallowed a sigh. Surely, Mermaid #5 had to be the prettiest boy in the world.

And the prettiest boy in the world would never know how smitten he was. Eddie was too much of a coward to even ask around for the guy’s name, much less strike up a conversation. Sure, the sparkling stud Mermaid #5 wore in his ear was promising, but the guy had to already be taken by someone (that hypothetical lucky bastard).

Which meant he’d have to be content with pining from afar and bemoaning his fate to Chrissy evening after evening. Not that she was any help, egging on his hopeless crush and laughing at how he tripped over himself to hide whenever he spotted anyone with frosted tips coming his way.

The music got faster and faster as the climax to the show approached. Swimming in sync now, the mermaids performed their final tricks then finished in a photogenic pose on the rocks. As he normally did, Eddie’s kept his gaze firmly on Mermaid #5’s biceps holding himself up. Except this time, Mermaid #5 caught him staring. Pushing back his hair with one hand like an adonis emerging from the sea, the guy gave him a little wave with the other, waggling his fingers around like an absolute dork. Eddie didn’t spontaneously combust in response, but it was a close thing.

He tried to wave back, but his rings of course took that moment to get caught in his hair. After disentangling himself, he dared to take another peek at the pretty guy. Darn it, even Mermaid #5’s laughter was attractive: With his head thrown back all of his neck moles were on full biteable display.

And now Eddie had even less of a chance with him than before. Red-faced, he turned around and focused on ushering his group out. At least Dustin’s indignant rant about how mermaids couldn’t possibly be real was something Eddie could handle. The righteous fury of a smart ten year old was so much easier than whatever cycle of pathetic gay longing he was trapped in.

For the rest of his tours that day Eddie knew he was off his A-game. Not that the tourists could tell, but he’d gotten a concerned look or three from the zookeepers and character actors.

He didn’t relax until the park finally said goodbye to its last straggler and the gates officially closed that night. Distracted as he was tearing off the itchy beard and trying to get out of his sweat-soaked pirate’s coat with one hand, he nearly misse d the note falling out of his locker.

Without any suspicion, Eddie picked it up from where it had fluttered to the floor. Maybe Chrissy needed him to pick up dinner tonight instead, or she’d been asked out on a date by a townie. At least one of them deserved to have some fun this summer. But once he opened the note he nearly dropped it in shock:

Dear Pirate,

I’ve seen you staring at every show, it’s cute. If you want to stop pining from the stands, this merman would be happy to be a part of your world. Call me if you want to find out what my thighs look like, because I want to know what’s underneath that beard.

-Steve

At the bottom of the note was a scribbled phone number, holy shit .

Eddie rushed out of the park that night with a manic grin. He had a date to set up and a merman to woo.

Many thanks to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

Author's notes

-This park is an unholy combination of a bunch of different parks, but takes place near where Hershey's amusement park in Hershey PA is. Sand Beach is the name of a town next to Hershey

-Yes, Steve will cringe when he looks at old photos of himself with frosted tips twenty years from now. Eddie will still privately think it was hot

-Weeki Wachee Springs State Park has had a mermaid show since 1947, and this is what I partially based Pirate World's stadium on. I just took some liberties with the amount of athletics expected of the mermaid actors in this AU!