#goodbye wilson in suits

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mob!Bucky having to call his lawyer!wife!reader from prison? And she’s really mad at him? Because she already told him how to not get caught on multiple occasions? And he doesn’t listen to her, even though she’s been manipulating the law for him for years?

So she pays for Sam and Steve’s bail but leaves him in there overnight (just one night) to prove a point?

Lesson Learned » Bucky Barnes (AU)

Pairings: Husband/Mob!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You leave Bucky in jail overnight to teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, jail, manipulating the law, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator @jasontoddsmommyissues

Your phone started ringing as soon as you closed your car door. You put your purse and work bag in the passengers seat and looked at the caller ID. It’s the phone number for the local police station. You sighed before answering it.

“Hello?” You answered, leaning back in the driver’s seat.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Bucky smiles on the other side of the phone. “I need your help.” He tells you. “So does Steve and Sam.” He adds on.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” You say before hanging up the phone.

You tossed your phone in the passenger’s seat and started your car, putting your seatbelt on as well. During the drive to the police station, multiple different scenarios of why Bucky got arrested went through your head. You always managed to bend the law so your mob boss husband can stay out of trouble. You know it’s wrong and risky to manipulate the law, but you do it out of love.

You pulled into the parking lot of the police station and shut your car off. Your briefly closed your eyes and took a deep breath before getting of the car and walked towards the entrance of the police station and went inside. You walked to the front desk, your heels echoing through the quiet building. The deputy behind the desk looked up from his phone and looked at you.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” The deputy asks.

“I’m here for my husband’s friends Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson.” You tell him.

“What about your husband?” He asks, knowing well who Bucky is.

“Keep him overnight and I’ll get him in the morning.” You tell him. “Tell him I love him and I’ll be back in the morning.” You say.

The deputy nodded and went to the holding cell where Bucky, Steve, and Sam are. He took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell door.

“Rogers, Wilson, you guys are getting bailed out.” He says.

Steve and Sam stood up and walked out of the cell. Bucky followed suit, but the deputy stopped him.

“Your wife said to keep you overnight.” He said to Bucky.

“That’s funny.” Bucky laughs. “She wouldn’t do that to me.” He says.

“She told me to tell you that she loves you and she’ll be back in the morning for you.” He told him.

Bucky laughed at the deputy, thinking he was joking. Steve and Sam furrowed their eyebrows in confusion and exchanged looks. The deputy closed the cell door and locked it, walking away with Steve and Sam following behind him.

“Seriously?!” Bucky shouts.

Steve and Sam seen the pissed off look on your face when they walked in the lobby of the police station. They know that look. They’ve seen that look one too many times.

You gave the deputy a kind smile before opening the door, waiting for Steve and Sam to walk out. You followed behind them and the three of you got in the car without saying a word.

“How come you didn’t bail Bucky out like you normally do?” Sam asks curiously.

“I’m doing this to teach him a lesson.” You say, keeping your eyes on the road.

The car ride was silent the whole time. You took Sam home first. He said a quiet goodbye and got out of the car. Then you took Steve home.

“Y/N?” Steve speaks up.

“Don’t.” You say, almost clenching your teeth.

“At least hear Bucky out.” He says before getting out of the car.

You sighed and went home. You walked inside of yours and Bucky’s mansion. It’s quiet without Bucky. Too quiet. You went upstairs to yours and Bucky’s bedroom. You put your purse and work bag on the floor next to the dresser. You changed out of your work clothes and into pajamas -Bucky’s- t-shirt. You flopped on the bed and sighed loudly. After a moment, you got comfortable in bed and turned the TV on to take your mind off the fact that your husband is staying in jail overnight.

Meanwhile, Bucky was sitting on the bench in the cell. His head was leaning against the wall and his jaw was clenched, trying to think of why his wife would leave him in jail overnight. He always assumes that you’ll get him out of trouble, because you’re one of the best lawyers in Brooklyn, New York. What he does know is he’s beyond pissed and it’s going to be a long night for him.

The next morning, you woke up early and laid in bed for a moment. You already know that Bucky is going to be mad at you for leaving in jail overnight so you prepared yourself for that. You got out of bed and got dressed to get your husband out of jail.

You walked in the police station and went to the front desk, seeing the same deputy from last night.

“You know who I’m here for.” You tell him.

The deputy nodded and went to the holding cell Bucky is in. He unlocked the cell door and opened it.

“Your wife is here.” The deputy told him.

Bucky stood up and walked out of the cell to the lobby. When you seen him, he had bruised knuckles and a couple bruises on his face. That automatically tells you that Bucky, Steve, and Sam got into a fight and landed them in jail yesterday. Bucky walked out to the car and got in without saying a word. About halfway home, he finally says something.

“Oh yea, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Bucky says sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at your husband’s sarcastic comment and continued the drive home. When you two got home, Bucky immediately went to the bathroom in yours and his bedroom to take a shower. Meanwhile, you decided to catch up on some work since you decided to take the day off to bail your husband out of jail and to talk to him. About 20 minutes later, Bucky walks in your home office clean and wearing comfortable clothes. To get your attention, he closed your laptop.

“How could you?” He asks.

“I did it for a reason, James.” You say, leaning back in your desk chair.

“It better be a damn good one.” He says.

“To teach you a lesson.” You say.

Bucky scoffs as he watches you stand up and walk out of your office. He follows closely behind you.

“What lesson?” He asks.

“You know what it is.” You say.

“Clearly I don’t. Mind telling me what it is?” He says.

You silently walked in the kitchen and opened the freezer, grabbing an ice pack. You turned around and grabbed Bucky’s hand, putting the ice pack on it.

“Ever since we met, I always managed to bend the law for you.” You leaned against the kitchen counter. “Every time you get arrested, I always come up with a lie and tell the cops it’s just a misunderstanding and you managed to get out scot free.” You say.

“Yea, I know that. What’s your point?” He asks.

“My point is, I’m risking my fucking job for you!” You yelled, catching Bucky off guard with your sudden change of voice. “Every time I bend the law for you, it scares me knowing that I can possibly get in trouble for it!” You say.

“Then why do you do it?” He asks.

“I do it cause I love you and I don’t want to go to jail for the rest of your life!” You yelled, your eyes began to water.

Bucky stood there, not knowing what to say. You walked away and went to yours and Bucky’s bedroom, closing the door behind you. You threw yourself on the bed and started crying in your pillow.

Meanwhile, Bucky still stood in the kitchen speechless. All this time, he thought you bent the law to help him, which is part of the reason. He didn’t know you were doing it out of love. He felt like an idiot all the times he got arrested and you bent the law for him to get out of jail. He put the ice pack back in the freezer and went upstairs to the bedroom.

“Darling?” Bucky knocked on the bedroom door a couple times. “Darling, please.” He pleads.

He put his hand on the door knob and turned it, expecting the door to be locked, but it wasn’t. It was unlocked. Bucky slowly opened the door to see you crying your eyes out on the bed. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed, laying down next to you.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He apologizes softly, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry for being so stupid and getting arrested.” He says.

You sniffled and sat up. Bucky sat up next to you, reaching a hand forward to wipe your tears away. He caressed your cheek and leaned forward, kissing you passionately. He pulled his lips away from yours, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Last night when I took Steve home, he told me to hear you out.” You said. “What did he mean by that?” You asked.

Bucky took a deep breath before saying anything.

“When Steve, Sam, and I went to the bar last night…” Bucky starts. “There was this guy talking about you and I let him get to me.” He says.

“What do you mean he was talking about me? Was he talking bad about me?” You asked.

“No, just the opposite.” He answers. “He was saying how hot you are.” He explained. “The next thing I know, I punched him in the face. His friends jumped in, Steve and Sam fought them off.” He tells you. “They got arrested too.” He says.

You couldn’t help but smile when Bucky basically said that he defended your honor. You moved yourself onto his lap and hugged him.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say.

“I had to. He was talking about my wife.” Bucky says.

“Thank you.” You say, kissing his lips softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, honey. I’d do it regardless.” He says.

You kissed his lips once more before Bucky maneuvered the two of you so you guys are laying down. You looked deep in his blue eyes while caressing his stubbly cheek.

“Can you at least try to be better and not get arrested every so often?” You asked.

“I’ll try my best, babe.” Bucky says softly.

“That goes for Steve and Sam too.” You say.

“They might listen better than me.” He says with a chuckle.

“I love you so much, baby.” You almost whispered, kissing him sweetly.

“I love you more, baby girl.” He whispers against your lips.

Bucky knows one thing… he sure as hell learned his lesson.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[eupheme]

Can you imagine sending Logan nudes lmaooo. If you have any time would you make a little drabble about sending Wade and Logan nudes and their reactions (,:

oooh hi anon, this is so 👀 to think about!! I feel like they would both be incredibly appreciative for sure (just like - knowing you were thinking about them would be such an ego boost for both) - I feel like Wade would be over the moon and so complimentary. and Logan might be a little more old-school. admiring, of course - no one’s sent him something quite like this before. He’d keep it safe - pull it out when he’s really missing you.

I have a little drabble for each below! Just a fun pov of them receiving them 💖 thank you so much for sending this!!

SENDING WADE & LOGAN YOUR ✨PHOTOS ✨

wade wilson x gn!reader | logan howlett x gn!reader

WADE

Wade is out - but it doesn’t matter, not when his sweetie pie snookums is messaging him. As soon as the metal gear alert chimes, he’s peeling away from the group to check your text.

Teeth sinking into knuckles when he sees the pretty picture you sent him - hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t already healing.

All that skin, bared for him to see. Red leather spread out beneath - something resting against your parted lips.

With a tap, it’s already the new background of his phone. Your contact photo as well - his thumbs moving a mile a minute as he texts you.

> baby.

> BABY.

> fuck, you look so fucking good.

> I’m SO fucking hard right now

> Is that my suit? IS THAT BABY KNIFE???

Your messages comes back instantly

> why don’t you come over and see? ❤️

“Fuck, I love you.” He groans, palming himself as he texts something back. Emojis, a random press of letters, he has no idea. Doesn’t fucking matter.

Throwing out the quickest goodbye he’s ever managed as he power-walks through the bar - still talking a mile-a-minute as he passes the shared table.

“Gotta go, listen - Avengers-level stuff here. The Marvel Jesus beacon has been lit, I am legally obligated to answer the call-”

Ignoring the chorus of questions that follow -

Because he’s got somewhere really goddamn important to be.

LOGAN

It’s late, when Logan hear the ping of his cell. His head tilting back on the couch, as he swipes through to his messages.

A breath held, when he sees what you sent him.

He lifts up on an elbow - a confirmation that the door is shut behind him. Keen senses catching the slow breathing in the room behind, before he settles back down.

Phone held close, as he looks at your message again.

He’s used to old, grainy polaroids. A hint of intimacy, tucked into a pocket when he enlisted. It’s nothing compared to this.

Bared skin. So much implied in the way your hand curves - hiding what he wants to see. The peek of his flannel at your wrists, before the rest is cropped with the angle.

An aching swell to his cock, as his hand drops to snake beneath the waistband. Squeezing himself, as he bucks into his palm.

A second, before his thumb is tapping on your contact. He can hear the smile in your voice the second you answer his call.

“You liked it, baby?”

His eyes close at the soft coo of your voice.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” He rasps, “You just take that?”

You hum your answer, and his fist tightens. A bitten-back groan, as his eyes close. Picturing the photo again. Picturing you.

“Fuck. Keep going, sweetheart.” Logan groans, “‘m right there with you. Wanna hear you when you come.”

thanks again for sending this! 💖

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Date Night

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Black!Nurse Reader

Warnings: mdni, mentions of sex, jokes about age.

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Being at the Avengers Compound on your day off used to be weird. Avengers are cool and all, and you’re very appreciative for the chance to be considered ‘part of the team’ even if you only worked in the Medbay. No one wants to hang around their place of work when they don’t need to be. Then you started seeing a certain blue-eyed brunette super soldier.

So here you are walking through the main hallways to the the gym and passing a good amount of agents and techs enjoying their breaks. Then you hear your name being called. You look up from your phone and see Aaliyah, a friend of yours that works in the special equipment department (aka Avengers Weapons Only). You walk up to the cafe where her and some other work mates like to frequent.

“Hey Liyah, I didn’t know you were working today.”

She brings you in for a side hug. “I know, I’m not supposed to be, but Mr. Wilson just had to call me on my day off about fixing redwing.” Her cool demeanor shudders as the Falcon’s name coasts out of her lips.

You smirk. “I think he would prefer if you just called him Sam or your boyfriend. Your pick.”

She covers her face and shakes her head. “How about we talk about why you’re here on your day off? The Medbay is about 6 floors up and on the other side of campus.”

“Hey, I’m completely fine with saying I’m here for my man.” 

The light cockiness in your voice paints a mischievous grin on her lips. “Oh speaking of your boyfriend, does Barnes know how to use a pc- no a toaster- nope a smartphone?”

“Oh fuck off, is that what yall actually think?” You scoff as a people 10ft away from you shake their heads. “No fucking way, you can’t be serious!”

“Girl half of these people have never even seen him in person and they work in the same building he lives in.” Kyla, another nurse, says from the end of the table.

You roll your eyes and look at Aaliyah. “For real?” She nods her head.

“You know he wasn’t frozen for 70 years straight right? He couldn’t be a spy if he didn’t know how to blend in.” 

“How does he work a phone with the metal arm though?” She asks as someone comes up behind her.

“He has a flip phone, gotta remember he’s an old man.” Sam chuckles as she jolts out of her skin.

“You asshole! I told you to wait downstairs.” He shrugs and throws an arm around her. 

“You said you’d be back by 2:30, now I’m a punctual man baby. I waited a whole 5 minutes before tracking you down.” She buries her face in his chest to hide how he flustered her with the pet name. So cute.

“You should be going too, the old man has not stopped talking about you since we got here. I swear I’m gonna ask for a new mission partner.” You smile then hug them goodbye.

The walk from the break center/ cafeteria to the weapons testing arena and gym is a 5 minute straight shot. It also where you’d more times than not find your boyfriend. In the miniscule chance that he isn’t, you could probably find him in a conference room, with Captain Rogers outside lapping civilians or his suite. The kitchen exactly because those soldiers can eat. 

But the second those sliding doors open to his personal gun range, you see him just like you knew you would. He sat on a stool at a table with his muscular back adorned in a form fitting black henley and black jeans that emphasized his ridiculously thick thighs. His neck length brown hair is tied up in an adorable blue silk scrunchie as he dissembles his favorite rifle to clean it. You lean against the door frame just admiring the man’s beauty for a while more. He most definitely knows your behind him thanks to his enhances senses and experience as a spy, but that would not stop you from-

“Enjoying the view pretty girl?” Exactly, he gets it.

You smile and walk up to him, “absolutely.” You hum hugging his back and tracing your short almond acrylics across his abdomen.

A strong warm hand covers yours as he chuckles, a deep almost gravely laugh that electrifies every cell in your body. “I’ll be done in a couple minutes, then we can go.” 

You watch from over his shoulder the way his hands work in tandem to polish each nook and cranny of the gun. His vibraninum fingers curling around the body of it cause a shiver down your spine as you think about the nights you spend withering in his bed thanks to them. You shake those thoughts away and lay your head on his shoulder.

He brings one of your hands up and places his soft lips to your knuckles. “Fuck you smell so good. I knew you were coming before you hit the door.” He groans extending the kiss to your wrist before placing your hand back on his stomach.

“It’s your favorite, and you haven’t even seen the whole outfit yet.” 

He lets out another one of those heavenly chuckles. “Aw baby, did you get all dressed up for me?” The gun clicks shut and you feel yourself spinning around to face him.

“You like?” He takes your hand and you beam as he spins your once more. 

Since you were just going to a drive in movie, you paired a simple black top with your his favorite pair of dark gray baggy jeans that hug your waist and accentuate your ass just the way he likes. You couldn’t go wrong with some gold jewelry that shines beautifully on your brown skin. The whole look complimented itself.

Your 4c hair on the other hand didn’t want to cooperate this morning, the week old braid out was at its wits end and desperately needs all the mousse and gel washed out of it. So you did what you had to, found a giant hair tie, slicked your edges back and finger coiled a few strands in the front to give the look back some of it’s life. 

He nods biting his lip and looking you up and down. “You look just how you smell: decadent, like one of those death by chocolate cakes you love. And like you want to spend the rest of this weekend in my bed naked.” He smirks.

You hook your arms around his neck, step into the spot between his strong legs. “Well Mr. Barnes, we can’t have that. You promised me dinner and movie and the look’s not complete yet.” 

He raises a brow and dips his face to yours. “Oh yea,” he says huskily. “What could possibly be missing? You already have the body glitter.” The takes an imaginary bite out of your glazed arm. You nod at the leather jacket hanging on the hook by the door and he grins instantly.

“Go walkin’ around in that and everyone will know you’re mine.” He growls, his crystal blues deepening in hue flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” You whisper against his lips tilting your head to connect them to yours.

His soft lips melted into yours perfectly, your hands pull on the hair tie locking away his silky locks and gently pull at them. He groans languidly licking into your mouth and swiftly lifting you into his lap, his hands holding firmly on your ass. Just like that it feels like the first time. Your heart beating heavily against your chest while you learn each other mouths. Tugging at his roots a bit more you nip his bottom lip and smile.

“You love playing with fire love.” 

You cheekily chuckle pulling back, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

He squeezes your cheeks then playfully smacks one inciting a gasp from you. “A dangerous, dangerous game that could cost you your night.”

“Aw but my favorite movie is playing.” Your fake pout morphs itself into a smirk. “Or maybe I wanted to makeout with my hot Brooklyn boyfriend in public without anyone knowing.” He bites his lip as you look at him with siren eyes.

“And people wonder why I can’t stop talking about you, my girl is a damn minx. Fuck it, lets go.” He sighs as you jump off his lap and grab his leather jacket.

While he’s securely putting away his rifle, you look over at him and smirk putting on the jacket. “Thanks daddy.”

His eyes go wide as you walk out the door giggling.

Gotta love date night.

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AN: I was missing the character that brought me back to my passion, so this was really for me but yall can enjoy it too xox

as always likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated

[housethemd]

One Life For Another

(What if Amber had been the one to survive the bus crash instead of House? Snapshots of Wilson’s life after House. Wilson/Amber, eventual House/Wilson. Just read and you’ll understand.)

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“Where’s House?”

Amber asks, shortly after her eyes open. Wilson smooths back her hair, thinking she’s just confused, concussed.

“Shh, you were in a bus crash. You’ve been unconscious for nearly 24 hours. You’re going to be okay though.” He reassures her, kissing her forehead.

“Where’s House?” She repeats.

That’s how they find out House was in that crash too. He’d forgotten his wallet at the bar, so he’d been taken to Princeton General as a John Doe. That’s why Wilson only got the call about Amber.

When Wilson gets there, House only has a few hours left. The damage is too extensive. He’d need multiple organ transplants to save him, and he qualifies for none of them because of his addiction. Conceptually, Wilson knows that House would be unlikely to survive regardless.

Amber checks herself out of PPTH AMA, refusing not to be at her boyfriend's side. House is in and out of consciousness, the high doses of Morphine he’s being given make him drowsy.

It’s 3am when House wakes up for the last time. He’s surprisingly lucid, and Wilson knows what that means. He’s seen it time and time again in his patients. It’s like the universe grants them one last chance to say their goodbyes, to make their peace.

“Always knew I’d go first.” House’s voice is rough and quiet. Wilson has to lean in close to hear him.

“Me too, I didn’t think it would be quite so soon though.” Wilson laughs through his tears.

“On the contrary, I think I’ve lived longer than I was supposed to.” House says.

Wilson knows he’s talking about the infarction. He always knew House felt he should have died then, but Wilson always tried to reassure him that it obviously wasn’t his time, and besides, misanthropic bastards are supposed to live forever, aren’t they?

“Oh Greg.” Wilson is starting to shake as he fights the urge to break down.

“S’okay Jimmy.” He soothes.

“Cut throat bitch.” He addresses Amber now.

“Yeah House?” She’s wiping her own tears away, watching someone die is always hard, especially when it’s someone your loved one loves so much.

“Take care of Jimmy for me, okay?”

She finds she can only nod.

They all know it’s time. No one wants to say it, but they all know.

“I love you, Greg.” Wilson says, squeezing House’s hand and leaning close.

“Love you too, Jimmy. You’ve been the bestest friend a fucked up guy like could have asked for.”

Wilson can’t respond through the sobs. House’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. Wilson leans his face on House’s shoulder. His friend is dying.

“See ya, boy wonder.” The words are drawn out and slow, as House says them with his last breaths.

The monitors alarm as House flatlines. Amber rubs circles on Wilson’s back as he sobs loudly into his dead best friend's shoulder.

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Wilson gives the eulogy at House’s funeral. It's an open casket. House’s parents had his body dressed in a dark gray suit with a white shirt and a black tie. Wilson hates that they put House in a tie. House always hated ties. They should have put him in a blue shirt, not a white one. He always looked best in blue, it brought out his eyes. Not that you can see his eyes now.

He talks about how House was a healer, how many lives he’d saved that no one else could. How he cared about people, but only when no one was looking. How much he’ll miss, how much he misses him.

He sobs quietly as they lower the casket into the ground. He doesn’t want to make a scene, but if he’s leaning heavily on Foreman, no one says anything about it. Amber never lets go of his hand.

Blythe comes up to him and thanks him, “For being such a good friend to Greg.” He thanks her, tells her that her son was a very special man. He doesn’t know how to tell her that for everything he did for House, House did just as much for him.

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A year goes by.

Amber encourages James to talk about House. She knows how important that relationship was to him, and she never wants him to feel as though she’s forgotten. She doesn’t want him to think she expects him to forget.

They buy a house in the suburbs. It has three bedrooms, a large backyard, and a massive living room. It’s perfect for housing a baby grand piano. Despite the fact neither of them can play it, James keeps it.

He kept all of House’s instruments, they were all incredibly important to House and James couldn’t bear to see them go; there was so little that was truly important to House. But while the guitars get put away in cases and stored, James wants the piano displayed. After the movers had left, James just stared at it for a while. Eventually he said,

“He used to play for me when I’d ask. He was quite talented. It was… nice.” Before he went back to unpacking boxes.

Three months after they move into their home, they go out for a night on the town and James gets down on one knee. She says yes, but also says she won’t change her name. No way will she be the fourth Mrs. Wilson.

That night she wakes at 3:30am to an empty bed and the occasional sound of piano keys. She pulls on the shirt James discarded when they tumbled into bed before she creeps just far enough down the stairs to be able to hear him without being seen.

“I missed you a lot today. I asked Amber to marry me. She said yes, but she’s keeping her name. Thinks ‘Mrs. Wilson’ is cursed or something. I know you’d agree with her.”

There is the sound of piano keys being played randomly.

“It won’t be the same. Getting married without you there. I know it’s silly, I’ve done this three times before, but it’s a big day and I wish I could have my best friend by my side.”

Amber creeps back up the stairs. She’s happy James talks to House. She knows his therapist suggested it, and she’s glad to see he’s listening.

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Their wedding is small. They end up not doing wedding parties because James can’t bring himself to have anyone but House as his best man. Amber doesn’t mind. At the reception they light a candle “for those who couldn’t be with us” but it’s really just for House.

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Eighteen months after their wedding Wilson is standing in one of the PPTH delivery rooms.

“It’s a boy!” The doctor doing the delivery announces.

As Amber dozes that night, Wilson cradles the small bundle that is his son. He looks down at him with awe. The birth certificate sits next to him on the side table, signed by both him and Amber. It reads:

Michael Gregory Wilson-Volkais

He’d been worried about asking Amber to name their son after House. But she’d only smiled at him, and said she thought Gregory made a lovely middle name.

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“Dad, who’s that with you in all the pictures?”

Michael is ten, and they are flipping through a photo album Amber just completed. She insisted they include pictures from before they met, because she was in her mid thirties and he was in his early 40’s when they met, meaning they both had a hell of a lot of life before each other.

“That’s your Uncle Greg.” Wilson answers, as they all stare down at a collage of images of himself and Greg.

“But I thought you only had two brothers, Uncle David and Uncle Danny.” Michael says, confused.

“Greg wasn’t my brother. We met at a medical conference when I was 28, and after that he was my best friend.”

“If he’s your best friend, why haven’t I ever met him?” Michael questions.

Wilson lets out a deep sigh, putting his arm around his son.

“Because he died, Buddy. Before you were born.”

“Oh.” Michael hangs his head, clearly feeling bad. The boy was cursed with his father’s empathy.

“It’s okay. It’s nice to talk about him. Did you know you’re named after him? Your middle name ‘Gregory’ is after your Uncle Greg. Gregory was his full first name.” Wilson tells him.

Michael thinks that’s pretty cool, and they move on to other pictures in the album. That night however, Wilson sits down with a glass of scotch and the album. He sips his drink and reminisces about the moment each picture captures, and all ones that weren’t captured on film.

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At sixty-five Wilson lies in a hospital bed. His wife of twenty-three years is on one side of him, and his twenty-one year old son is on the other. Dying of cancer isn’t how he pictured his life ending, but having family around him makes it somewhat bearable, or maybe that’s the morphine.

He hates to leave his son so early, but that’s the danger of having kids later in life he supposes. Michael is only in his last year of his undergraduate degree - premed. He wants to be an oncologist like his old man. Wilson wonders if watching him die of cancer will change his mind.

He’s said his goodbyes, and slowly light and sound fades away. Strangely, or maybe not, his last thought is not of his wife or son, but of Greg House.

See you soon, old friend.

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“Wasn’t expecting to see you for another twenty years at least.”

He recognizes that voice. As he slowly opens his eyes he realizes he recognizes his surroundings too. It’s a forest in upstate New York. He and House used to go backpacking here. They’d spend weekends camped out, cooking everything over their campfire and sleeping side by side in sleeping bags in a two person tent.

He finds the source of the voice seated on a tree stump, and there he is.

“House.” Is the only word he manages.

“In the flesh. Well not really, but you know what I mean.” House smiles and laughs.

He looks like he did the night they met, dark hair and unshaven face. Jeans and a band t-shirt under a leather jacket. Wilson looks down at himself and realizes he’s similarly dressed, his own jeans and McGil sweatshirt. He touches his face and realizes he’s also back to the age he was that night.

“I missed you.” He tells House. It’s true. He didn’t realize how much until right now.

“Come on Jimmy, walk with me.”

House takes him down a narrow path that leads them to a small lake. Wilson remembers it from their camping trips. The only difference is now there is a small cottage next to it.

“So, what have you been up to?” House asks. Like they aren’t dead, like this isn’t some strange afterlife they find themselves occupying.

“Not much. Married Amber. Had a son. Named him Michael Gregory, after you.”

They stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into stomach aching laughter. After they finally stop they wrap their arms around each other in a tight hug. They never hugged much when they were alive, but now it feels right.

“What got you?” House asks softly in his ear.

“Cancer.” Wilson tells him.

“Wow. That’s… ironic.” House says as they pull away.

“Yeah. Yeah it is.”

They make their way into the cottage. House will give him a tour of it, and when the sun begins to set in their version of heaven they’ll lay down together in one bed without question.

In life they never seemed to get things right, and then their time together was cut short.

In death they’ll get it right.

[darkeunology]

♡ Final Goodbyes ♡

Word Count: 1228

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury

Summary: When a building collapses on you during a mission with Sam, you feel like you have one chance left to tell him how you feel.

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Rewritten from an old account

Fury had given you and Sam yet another job together, this becoming a regular occurrence as of late. The two of you were often given smaller jobs and undercover jobs together due to how well the two of you worked together. Ever since the fight in the airport - once the team had actually started working with each other again, you and Sam were paired up more often, Tony claiming that he’d passed on how well the two of you fought together, working like an actual team, both knowing exactly what the other was going to do in a fight. 

You were best friends, you had been almost from the moment Sam was introduced to you, both of you and Bucky becoming an almost inseparable unit together - never spending much time away from each other in the compound, all looking out for each other in missions. Fighting with both of them felt so natural to you, your movements flowing with each other, yours and Sam’s slightly more than Bucky’s.

There had been reports on an abandoned building about a drug gang Shield were trying to track down - Fury never telling you guys the exact details about why they were hunting down a simple drugs gang - but you and Sam were sent in as an indiscreet unit, hoping you’d be able to surprise whoever was in the building. The rest of the team weren’t far behind, hiding in a vehicle around the corner from the building, listening to your comms, ensuring the two of you were safe - ready to run in the second they needed to. 

After a small talk outside the building about your strategy, making sure you were both on the same page, you entered the building, guns drawn, staying side by side with each other as you eliminated most of the targets - under Fury’s orders; their boss was confirmed to not be in here, Fury didn’t need any of these guys alive anymore, so your orders were to kill anyone you saw you perceived as a ‘threat’.

Neither of you knew quite how it happened, but you’d managed to get split up from each other after some of the gang members had tried to fight you both. Both of you had a plan for if you’d gotten split up during this mission, both needing to meet on the bottom floor near the main entrance. Sam’s voice came over the comms, making you change your route to the nearest entrance to you, 

“The buildings about to go down, they set off bombs on the top floor. Y/N, get out of the building, do you copy?” Sam spoke, breathless slightly as he spoke, already out of the building, the team meeting him out on the street, all waiting for you to get out,

“Copy. Making my way out no-” You were so close to the exit, only a few feet away as the building shook around you, your comms cutting off as the building fell around you. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted, watching the building fall, “Please tell me you got out…” he spoke into comms again, praying to whatever God was above that you were okay and were going to answer him. 

“Fury, the building fell on Y/N. We have no contact, starting search and rescue for them.” Tony spoke into his comms, all the team running towards the building to try and find you. 

–

Painfully you opened your eyes, your suit managing to protect you somewhat from the building collapse, making it so you didn’t die instantly from the impact. Panic ran through you as your lungs burned for a breath, a painful, broken groan spilling past your lips, being heard on the comms of the team outside. You heard your name being shouted, unable to tell if it was through your comms or not, you spoke, hoping your comms were still working, “I-I can’t breathe.” A whisper was all you could get out, a slab of concrete pushing down on your back. 

“Y/N!” Sam spoke through the mic, a minute sense of relief coursing through his veins as he heard your voice - you were alive… But for how long? “Where are you, sweetheart?” 

“I was near the West exit when the building came down.” you spoke, remembering how close you were to being out. Tears spilled from your eyes, another slab of concrete pining your leg to the floor, pain being all you could feel, sharp, stabbing pain throughout every single part of your body - you couldn’t hold on, you were going to die down here, you were going to die without ever telling Sam how you felt. “Sam. I need to tell you something.” you whispered. 

“Go ahead.” he spoke, still digging with the rest of the team, now all near where the West exit used to be, all of them determined to find you before you stopped being able to speak - whilst you were speaking, it meant you were still alive. 

“I love you.” 

Sam chuckled, “I love you too, sweetheart.” he replied, his heart aching slightly as he knew you didn’t mean it in quite the way he wanted you to mean it in. 

Another groan slipped past your lips as you chuckled, this one being more painful than the last, your life slowly trying to slip away from you, “No, Sam.” you stopped, a sharp pain stopping you, your leg felt like it was on fire, another groan of pain - every one being increasingly painful for Sam to hear. “I’m madly in love with you. I have been for years. It’s always been you Sam, ever since I met you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I couldn’t die here without telling you that.” 

Sam paused his digging, his heart beating out of his chest, he chuckled brokenly as he started to cry, “I love you too, sweetheart. In the exact same way. So you stay alive for me so I can finally take you on a date.” 

“I don’t think I can Sam… I’m sorry.” your voice got quieter, almost interceptable as your eyes closed, your body giving up just as the team pulled the last pieces of concrete off you. 

—----------

A weight in your hand was all you could focus on as your consciousness came back to you. Unbeknownst to you, it was Sam’s hand, he’d been sitting with you from the moment you’d come out of surgery.

He woke up from his very unpeaceful sleep by the feeling of you squeezing his hand, a groan spilling past your lips, a sound that Sam could from now on only associate with you dying, “Y/N?” he spoke, his voice breaking as you opened your eyes to him, “Hey, sweetheart.” he spoke, endearment in his voice, he leant forwards, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead, tears spilling onto your skin. 

“Hey” you croaked, your voice incredibly hoarse, 

“Don’t try to talk too much, okay? Your vocal cords and lungs were damaged in the accident.” Sam explained, watching as you nodded your head, 

Against his wishes, you spoke one last time, “So, about that date?” you asked, a small smile painted on your face, 

“I’ll take you out to dinner the minute you’re out of here.” Sam smiled widely, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against your lips, both of you savouring the kiss you’d both been desperate to share for years.

[edgessunflower]

Can i get a fic using this idea of helping your lover zip up their dress, or helping each other undress. And with any WWF star of your choosing please.

Ooooh

Feather light

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem reader

Description: Jeff admires you while helping zip up your dress for a party

Jeff fixes his suit for the dinner party the two of you were invited to along with many other wrestlers not noticing you secretly eyeing him as you strip out of your loose clothing and step in the lavender dress you had. You get your dress zipper halfway when you couldn't get the rest zipped trying to lean your arm over your shoulder to reach it but still couldn't reach to finish zipping leading to a quiet groan as jeff notices walking to you as you were gonna turn and ask him to help you, you put your earrings in shivering slightly when you feel a touch against your back looking out of the corner of your eye to see jeff running his knuckles against your back gently and feather light almost not feeling the touch had it not been his knuckle brush against your skin smiling sweetly as he goes up then back down before pressing a kiss on your shoulder as you spray a small amount of perfume on your neck and wrists while he slowly zips the rest of your dress up before you notice him trying to pull his hair neatly back out of his face but couldn't leading you to first run your fingers through his hair, brush it with a comb, slowly putting hair gel on your hands then pulling all of his hair back and putting it in a nice braid making him chuckle. The two of you meet up outside with his brother Matt and matt's girlfriend Lita before heading in sharing hugs with a few of your friends before sitting down sharing drinks, laughs, and jokes together in between bites of dinner and occasional smoke breaks for a few of your friends enjoying the night with the trio along with Edge, Trish Stratus, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Eddie Guerrero, Chyna, and Test sharing four hours with dinner before sharing a few more jokes and a final smoke break before saying all your goodbyes heading home helping brush his hair after unbraiding the loose braid you did earlier and before you could try to unzip your dress after taking off your shoes jeff is behind you zipping all of the dress down quickly repeating the feather light touch from earlier making you melt before the two of you shower and watch movies in bed until both of you were asleep under the covers.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

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Eddie Redmayne Says 'Willkommen' to Broadway in First Production Photos from Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

'The Good Nurse' actor is starring as the Emcee alongside Gayle Rankin as the musical's leading lady Sally Bowles

By Sabienna Bowman Published on April 15, 2024 02:30PM EDT

Eddie Redmayne is ready to put on a show in the first photos from Broadway's Cabaret revival!

In PEOPLE's exclusive first look at the famed John Kander and Fred Ebb musical's return to the Great White Way,The Good Nurse actor, 42, suits up at as Kit Kat Klub's mercurial Emcee. With his jaunty green party hat, oversized brown cravat and black gloves, Redmayne is both intriguing and imposing as the fascinating character.

In another snap of the Emcee in action, Redmayne leaps into the air as several members of the cast dance around him during the show's iconic opening number, "Willkommen."

See Eddie Redmayne and Gayle Rankin in First Rehearsal Photos for Broadway's Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

Additional photos from the show shine the spotlight on House of the Dragon actress Gayle Rankin in the role of the vivacious nightclub singer Sally Bowles. In one compelling photo, she seems poised to take the stage with a microphone in hand as she's surrounded by ensemble members during the song, "Mein Herr."

Another picture finds Rankin in a ruffly white dress while holding a prop cigarette as she performs the song "Don’t Tell Mama."

The Cabaret revival is being directed by Rebecca Frecknall, who helmed the West End version, which also starred Redmayne. Previews began April 1 at the August Wilson Theatre in New York City, with the show set to officially open on April 21.

Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE's free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer​​, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories.

Cabaret has long been a success both on the stage and screen. Based on John Van Druten’s 1951 play I Am a Camera, which in turn was adapted from the 1939 novel Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood, Cabaret first hit Broadway in 1966. It was later turned into the 1972 film of the same name starring Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli.

The musical tells the story of Sally, an ambitious English singer who starts up a relationship with American writer Clifford Bradshaw as he observes the eccentric characters who populate the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin. Set between World War I and World War II, the growing unrest beyond the club's doors is ever-present as the artists within express themselves through song.

It features a score by Kander & Ebb made up of a string of songs that have become musical theatre mainstays, like “Willkommen,” “Don't Tell Mamma,” “Mein Herr,” “Two Ladies,” “Tomorrow Belongs to Me,” “Money,” “Maybe This Time” and, of course, “Cabaret.”

Jennifer Lopez Visits the Kit Kat Club for Broadway Revival of Cabaret (Exclusive)

Redmayne, who also produces the Broadway revival, has long said that Cabaret “properly ignited” his love for theater, while playing the Emcee in a student production of the musical over 25 years ago.

In an October 2023 statement, he shared, "It now feels completely thrilling and a little surreal to be a part of Rebecca's truly unique vision of Masteroff, Kander, and Ebb's brilliance as it arrives on Broadway, where the piece has such a history."

In addition to Redmayne and Rankin, the rest of the principle cast is rounded out by Ato Blankson-Wood (Clifford), Steven Skybell (Herr) and Tony winner Bebe Neuwirth (Fräulein), as well as Natascia Diaz (Fraulein Kost and Fritzie); and Henry Gottfried (Ernst Ludwig).

The cast also includes, Gabi Campo (Frenchie), Ayla Ciccone-Burton (Helga), Colin Cunliffe (Hans), Loren Lester (Herman/Max), David Merino (Lulu), Julian Ramos (Bobby), MiMi Scardulla (Texas), Paige Smallwood as Rosie, and Marty Lauter (Victor) — also known as Marcia Marcia Marcia of RuPaul's Drag Race fame.

Tickets for Cabaret are on sale now.

https://people.com/see-eddie-redmayne-in-first-production-photos-from-cabaret-revival-exclusive-8633414

[shadowworldwanderers]

Jack Wilson-Patterson

Name: Jack Wilson-Patterson Nickname: Jack Attack, Jay Love Interest: Bindi Wilson-Patterson, Ezra Matheson Appearance: Short 'bed head' style brown hair, soft blue eyes, pale skin. Jack wears a lot of simple sweaters and jeans, occasionally a suit when he has to, or a tank top in summer. Height: 6'4 History: Jack remembers very little of when his life changed. He remembers being a normal man, a normal boy, but somewhere along the way something happened to make him prey for Hunters. He knows nothing of his powers but often seems to escape Hunters quite by accident. He stumbled into a relationship with Bindi after he found her healing from what should have been fatal wounds. She had surprised him with both her fight and her kindness. When she comes back to tell him about Ezra, he expects it to be goodbye... until she tells him she wants him to meet Ezra. Is it really so simple to be loved?

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

The Devil Between Us

Chapter 7: Resurrection

Need to catch up? Read chapter 6 here.

Summary: Daredevil returns, but it isn't Matt Murdock.

Warnings: Murder, mayhem, impostor DD, explicit language, hospital stuff.

A/N: Thank you @acrossthesestars for being my beta and helping through my hiatus. Can I just say, it feels great to be back.

Matt noticed when you started coming to the church often, usually once or twice a week - three times if it had been a bad one. He sent Father Lathom to speak with you, to give you guidance, when all you needed, when all you wanted was him. He felt like a coward, unable to face you, but he knew. He knew you were better off thinking he was dead. 

Father Lathom approached the pew you sat in. “How are you holding up?” He asked, placing a comforting hand on your arm. 

You smiled weakly at the priest. “I know I need to stop coming. I need to stop thinking it would bring me closer to him.” You sniffled, tears falling. It wasn’t unusual for you to cry there. Lathom would tell you ‘There’s no time line for grief’ and that ‘you were always welcome’. But you knew it was time, time to walk away, time to move on. “I just needed to say goodbye.” 

Father Lathom hated knowing that Matt was right below the sanctuary, listening to this conversation. He could tell you, show you the way to the stairs, but that would only make matters worse. He didn’t want to undo all the effort you’ve put into moving on. “Our doors are always open for you. He would have been happy with you being here.” You heard the words, but they didn’t mean much to you, not anymore. Matt was dead, he couldn’t be happy. He couldn’t be anything anymore. 

You walked out the doors of the Cathedral, not bothering to look back. If you had, you would have seen Matt, who had run up the basement stairs, moving through the pews, ready to tell you he was alive. 

Wilson Fisk was out of prison, acting like he was a free man. 

Karen called you, asking you to meet her at the office. She had a way to take him down, again, and she wanted you there. You rushed there, not expecting to be met with a familiar red suit, the suit that haunted you. You ducked into your office, slamming the door as one of his billy clubs pierced the wood. 

“I know you’re in there, sweetheart.” The killer called to you through your office door. It wasn’t Matt. The voice was all wrong - too deep, too dark. “Why don't you come out, so we can play.” There was silence before the man kicked in the flimsy wood separating you from his grasp. You scurried under your desk, hoping he’d just go away. You hated this feeling, being trapped like an animal waiting for slaughter. 

“Who are you?” The imposter asked, before you heard an object hit the wall, clattering to the floor in front of you. Your hand flew to your mouth, stifling a scream. Then you heard it. You heard him. 

“I’m Daredevil.” You couldn’t miss the low, gravelly voice, the voice you hear in your dreams, the voice that haunts your nightmares. Matt. You wanted to call out to him, run to him, but chaos ensued, more objects were thrown, clamoring to the ground in loud clangs as you huddled in your hiding spot.

Then it was over, and FBI agents flooded the office, looking for survivors. Every person said the same thing: 

“It was Daredevil.”  

“He just kept killing.” 

“He was a monster.”

You knew though. You knew the person under those horns wasn’t Daredevil, wasn’t Matt Murdock. But he was there, you know that. You heard him. You knew you heard him…. Right?

You went back to Matt’s apartment, where you had been living since his disappearance. You were lucky his landlord didn’t ask any questions so long as you paid the rent on time. You settled onto his couch with a spread of files and a cold beer, wishing for something stronger.

It didn’t take long to make the connection between psycho Daredevil and Wilson Fisk. You called Karen immediately. 

“Fisk must have gotten to Potter. That’s the only way he could have gotten an exact replica of the suit,” you told her, looking for the file Matt kept on the criminal while she mumbled on the other side. When you found it, you shouted. “Yes! I have an address. I’m gonna go check this guy out. I’ll call you.” You hung up before she could protest, making your way out the door. 

You felt strange, like a voyeur, as you watched Melvin kiss a beautiful woman goodbye before he went back inside the building. You followed him, making sure your gun was loaded in your bag. “Melvin Potter?” Your voice rang out, spooking him. 

“You can’t be here. He will be angry if you mess up his plan. You can’t be here.” The man stammered in response, shaking his head. He walked toward you, reaching out to push you out the door. 

“Please, I just need to ask one question about DareDevil,” you said quickly and he froze, standing as still as a statue. “You made it, didn’t you? The identical suit to his?” You questioned. Potter reached for your arm, pulling you into his workshop. 

“I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep Betsy safe. I love her…have to keep her safe.” He explained his actions to you, and you understood them. Looking around, you saw the replica suit, still covered in the blood of your co-workers. You turned back to face Melvin, watched as he raised a pipe to hit you over the head. The metal crashed against your skull, knocking you out cold. The last thing you heard was “gotta protect Betsy.”

“You gotta wake up, baby.” Matt’s voice floated around in your head, fading in and out of focus. Groaning, you started to come to, vision still blurry, head aching. As your eyes cleared, you came face to face with The Man in the Black Mask. “Easy. Easy, sweetheart. You might have a concussion,” he said, and you were sure you were hallucinating. 

“You’re dead,” you gritted through your teeth, slowly reaching up to touch the wound on your head. Hissing in pain, you felt around the sensitive area. Matt reached out to brush your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. 

“I was, yeah. Then I heard your prayers at the church. You brought me back, sweetheart,” he professed and your heart skipped a beat. “Metaphorically speaking,” he added. 

You reached out, caressing his face with a shaky hand, mind numb with disbelief. You felt his stubble prickle the soft skin of your palm and ran your thumb over his plump lips, but still you couldn’t believe he was in front of you. “How– how are you alive?” You asked incredulously. 

There was a bang on the workshop door. “I’m sorry,” Matt apologized, “I will explain everything, but right now there are five- no, six FBI agents on the other side of that door wanting to arrest me for murder,” he told you, before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

He stepped away from you, but your hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist. “Don’t,” you whispered, “Don’t leave me again.” Your voice was soft, but you knew he heard you as you faded back into unconsciousness. 

When you came to again, you were in the hospital with Karen sitting at your bedside. 

“Where is he?” you asked, moving to sit up. Your vision went blurry, and your friend rushed to your side. She used the buttons on the bed to maneuver it into a sitting position. 

Once you were comfortable, she responded. “Where’s who? You were found alone, locked in a cage with a serious head wound.”

“Matt! He was there. I saw him.” You could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe you. “I swear, Karen. He was there, and he told me he’d explain everything.” You were stammering, your words running together. 

She took your hand, trying to relax you. “It’s okay, just breathe. You’ve been through a lot.”

You started tugging at the wires and tubes, wanting them off you as soon as possible. “He was there, Karen. I’m not crazy. He was in the black mask.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. 

She slowly started to hook the wires back onto you. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You stay here, let the doctors take care of you, and I’ll go look for Matt,” she offered, hoping you would accept it. You nodded slowly, your vision going blurry with the shake of your head. 

With a squeeze of your hand, Karen left on her mission. If anyone could find Matt, it was Karen Page. You closed your eyes, the pain finally getting to you. You pushed the button, a nurse coming into your room. You asked for medication, anything to take away the hurt. She came back with a doctor who injected something into your I.V. You could feel it taking over, pulling you into the depths of sleep.

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[jase-is-ace]

Back into the Pit

Chapter 20: The Cyclebreakers

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“What was that? Did you know about this?” Audrey demanded.

The little toon before her dropped her gaze to the floor.

“I should’ve seen this coming. After all, you two are the same, aren’t you?” the animator said distraught.

Twist growled at the comment. She never liked being compared to Bendy, let alone the Ink Demon. Most people associated her with being a copy of Bendy, a clone. It made her blood boil.

The toon sneered at Audrey.

The two had no way to properly communicate until they found some paper and a pen.

“Okay, well, I’ll just add this to my huge revelation list for today.” Audrey knitted her eyebrows together and placed two fingers on the bridge of her nose.

Twist made no move for a solid minute.

“Let’s just…head inside.” The artist told the toon. They approached the large doors together. The dark and claustrophobic corridors felt even tighter with the tension that flowed between the two girls.

Audrey having no way to understand what just happened and Twist lacking the voice to properly explain.

The young animator listened to a tape talking about how the employees there were basically paid to die. Quite a depressing thing to hear but felt rather normal in a dreary place such as the studio.

The next room was filled with deathbeds, people who lost their lives to the machine. People who never got to say goodbye to their loved ones. Audrey shook her head before she could drown in her thoughts.

The dark room was small and locked up tight, a passcode needed to exit and proceed. They searched for any clues that could help them escape. Twist spotted a code in the next room and let Audrey know by holding up her digits as the numbers were punched in.

The door opened, a loud beep sounding out as it did. The next room was filled with monitors and a feeling of dread. The toon didn’t want to press any further, but the woman marched forward.

Scowling, Twist followed in suit.

A sign reading UNSAFE AREA only cemented her fears. All of a sudden, a blaring noise sounded out from the monitors.

Twist and Audrey were greeted with the sight of a keeper. Twist let out a low growl, the door shutting behind them.

No way out.

“Anomalies detected.” The monstrous creature rasped out with struggle, as if it was choking on every word it tried to utter out.

“New subject designation required.” It continued to rasp.

Twist didn’t give a shit about the ramblings of the keeper, instead she searched for a potential exit. If it sees her, she’d be in huge trouble.

She spotted a vent, loose nails barely holding it in place. Perfect to crawl through.

While Audrey pointlessly tried to converse with the revolting, reptilian, repugnant monster, Twist worked at undoing the screws on the vent cover.

Slowly and steadily, one by one, they came off. The last one was stubborn, but she kept trying anyway.

“Subject has been deemed hazardous. Toxic fumes activated.” It declared.

“Wait! Please!” Audrey pleaded as the fumes filled the room from the vents on the ceiling.

Twist whistled and gestured for the animator to bring her attention to the vent that was still closed off. Audrey bolted over, coughing.

With little effort, the woman swung her GENT pipe down, shattering the cover to pieces. Twist scrambled in, wheezing from the intoxicated fumes.

Audrey was close behind her tail.

From the side vent opening Twist watched as the keepers slid across the floor to enter the room they had just narrowly escaped. The vent was claustrophobic, Twist swallowed her discomfort and crawled faster.

“Subjects have breached containment. Execute on sight. Lockdown all access to the cyclebreakers.” Its scratched voice shouted.

“And retrieve the toon that is accompanying the hazardous subject. Return it to Wilson upon capture.”

Oh, she was wanted by the keepers now.

Freaking fantastic.

The demon crawled out of the vent into a large containment room. She had been here before when she was experimented on.

Audrey crawled out moments later, standing up and taking everything in.

“What is this place?” she wondered to herself mostly.

To their right was a table. The table they had strapped Twist down to and relentlessly stabbed her on.

She grimaced at the graphic memory, forcing down the gag she wanted to let out. Instead opting for pulling Audrey forward by the hand and searching for the exit.

 Only to redirect course due to the approaching keeper. They were forced into another cramped vent, which is doing a number on Audrey’s already poor posture.

They managed to sneak into a boarded-up room undetected. Twist located a tape on top of the desk at the side of the room.

She pressed play and had her ears scraped at by the grating voice that was the keepers. It spoke of the success in sedating the Ink Demon and the transportation and eventual demise of it.

The toon felt her throat go dry at the thought of the same thing potentially happening to her. Audrey also seemed unnerved by the audio log.

Audrey and her demon companion ventured further into the containment room to find a lost one who was not aggressive.

She seemed a lot like Porter to Twist, some sense of innocence in this corrupt world. Her name was Heidi, a sweet name, and an even sweeter person.

She meant them no harm and even offered to open the next door if they agreed to play hide and seek.

The two didn’t like the idea of playing a game while being haunted but agreed since they had no other way to get through the door.

Twist and Audrey counted and then sought out the quirky lost one. Audrey had stumbled across a note that made her lips press into a thin line. She stuffed the note into her pocket and strode passed Twist, much to the toon’s puzzlement.

The duo entered a room where they encountered an inky beast whom they now knew was Big Steve. He seemed completely harmless if they left him alone. Twist smiled up at the beast and waved. Big Steve lacked the facial muscles to smile back but he did wave. What a big ol’ sweetheart!

The two stumbled upon yet another log.

This one was…a lot more concerning.

Twist’s throat tightened and almost lost her composure when she heard how they found amusement in Bendy’s cries and pleas for them to cease the torture.

She balled her fists; they shook with fury as her blood boiled.

She wanted to tear them apart, to punch right through their glass faces. If it weren’t for this damned restricted form, it would’ve been done already.

Audrey eyes glistened, the amount of sadness she felt for the little devil darling overwhelmed her.

She stopped the log right before it finished. The woman turned to the toon and gave her an unreadable look.

“Did they do those things to you too?” she asked almost desperately.

Twist looked away, closing her eyes before slowly nodding.

“I’m sorry. I will fix all of this in any way I can. Maybe I can convince Wilson to leave you two alone.”

The toon didn’t like the sound of that, more specifically, the mention of Wilson. He was the one who enabled it to happen.

She couldn’t convince that lowly wretch anything.

However, Twist just nodded in acknowledgement. Audrey smiled and lowered to Twist’s level. She placed her hand atop the toon’s head, giving it a few pats.

“I promise I will do my best to keep you safe. I know you can’t do much in this form.” The woman said kindly.

Twist felt her face burn and swatted at Audrey’s hand. She turned away, arms crossed, huffing and annoyed.

Audrey laughed at the toon’s antics and denial. The two continued their search for Heidi. They did as soon as they exited the room they were in.

Turns out she was right behind a few boxes. Twist and Audrey had just failed to notice her. The toon demoness tapped the lost one on the shoulder.

Heidi looked up and clasped her hands together.

“Oh! You did it! You found me! This is so exciting! You both were brilliant!” she cheered, standing to her feet.

Heidi had reached down to give Twist a head pat, to which the toon sprung out of the way. She disliked the touch of strangers, no matter how nice they seemed.

The girl didn’t seem to care however, instead turning to Audrey.

“Now can you open that door for me?” Audrey smiled placing her hands on her hips in a playful manner.

“Oh yes, the door. I think you’ll find it’s open now!” she said to the animator and her companion.

“Oh! But allow me to give you something! A special gift! As a reminder of our game together!” Heidi said before reaching out to Audrey.

Heidi placed her hand on the side of Audrey’s head.

The woman felt a wave of energy rush through her, much like when she encountered the other lost one, Porter.

Heidi then pulled away, giggled, then sank into the puddle below her.

Twist was just as shocked as Audrey. The demoness wasn’t aware that anyone besides the Ink Demon and herself could do that.

But alas, it seemed that times have changed.

“So, I can move through puddles now?” Audrey looked down at the demon.

Twist nodded.

“Oh, cool. Maybe this way I can get to the Little Devil Lounge and get Big Steve his favorite meal faster.” She thought out loud.

Twist held up her hands, in a gesture to stop Audrey.

The toon then pointed at herself.

“You…you want to go instead? Are you sure you can handle that?”

Twist gave her a look.

“Alright, be careful, okay?” Audrey smiled.

Twist waved her off and approached the inky well before her. Without a second of hesitation, she jumped in and swam towards Little Devil Lounge.

Leaving Audrey to journey alone.

Again.

Alrighty then…

She snuck towards the door she wanted opened earlier. Upon walking into a hallway an automated voice sounded out of the speakers.

“Decontamination activated.” The animator was sprayed with fumes.

Well, at least they weren’t toxic. The door before her opened and Audrey ended up in another big containment room of some kind.

There were some windows that were blocked off by shutters, preventing her from seeing what was inside the cells. Out of curiosity, she went towards one of them.

She pulled the lever right next to it. The cell shutters opened, revealing a man, sitting by himself playing a banjo. He was surrounded by a pentagram of some kind and candles.

Okay…

Probably better to leave this guy alone.

With that, she went to the next cell. This time she saw a man drawing in a sketchbook.

“Um, excuse me. Sir? Can you help me?” she asked, hoping she didn’t just make a mistake.

The man paused for a few moments before slightly turning his head enough for her to know he was acknowledging her.

“You must be…really lost to be asking me for help.” He simply said before turning his attention to his sketches.

Audrey curled her lips before continuing.

“I’m just looking for answers. About the keepers, Wilson, the cycle. Anything could help.” She pleaded. The woman just wanted some sort of clarity, he seemed to be one of the only humans here unaffected by the ink, much like Wilson.

The mysterious man turned a little to look at her but not enough for her to see exactly wht he looked like.

“What’s your name?” he simply asked her.

The woman shifted on her feet before answering.

“Audrey. What’s yours?”

A pause.

“Honestly, I’ve almost forgotten.” The man started to sit up from the stool he was sat upon. After placing his sketchbook on the stool, he fully faced the young artist.

“My name is Henry.”

That name sounded so familiar to Audrey, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. She shook her head. Focus Audrey.

“Um…Have you been a prisoner long?” Audrey asked Henry.

“When the keepers think you’re a threat to their plans, they lock you away, forever.” Henry simply said, looking rather exhausted.

“Still, it’s given me some time to think. Things like; If you haven’t eaten in years, you might not be human.” He revealed. Audrey seemed to think about that for a minute before asking her next question.

“Why would you be a threat to them?” she couldn’t wrap her head around how some one like him could cause any sort of chaos.

Henry stepped closer to the glass.

“I’m what they call a cyclebreaker. Once upon a time, I knew how to start the cycle over.” He seemed to smile at that comment.

“And when that happens, everything starts again. Completely new. Obviously, Wilson and the Keepers don’t want that to happen.” He explained.

Okay, that makes sense.

“How did you do it?” Audrey asked. Maybe she could do what he did and fix everything herself.

“Reset the Cycle?” Henry asked, the woman nodded in confirmation.

“Turns out the Ink Demon himself is the key. This world is his, but even he has to obey its rules. For now at least.” The man explained. Ah, now she had to look for the Ink Demon. How exciting…

“If you can get him to look at something very specific, it will reset everything.” This revelation made Audrey’s mind start to clamor with plans.

She managed to regain herself and ask.

“What is it?”

“It’s just a reel of film, labeled with the words ‘The End’. I can see it in my mind every day. They keep it upstairs in the Pit.”

Audrey huffed, time to do something stupid.

“I’ll see if I can break in and steal it.” She placed a finger on her chin in thoughtfulness.

“Maybe, if I reset the cycle, we can make thing better for everyone here.” She looked hopefully at Henry.

Henry smiled briefly, but it dropped a little.

“And what about you? What do you want?”

Audrey frowned and looked down at the ground.

“I just want to go home.”

“So do I.” Henry agreed.

“Good luck, Audrey. If you need me again, you know where to find me.” With that the older artist returned to his stool and continued to draw.

Audrey smiled.

“See around, Henry.”

Turning on her heal she left to explore the rest of the containment room.

~~~

Chapter 19 / Chapter 21

(Did I seriously just write Twist out so that she wouldn't meet Henry?? Hell yeah.)

[forlornmelody]

Bury A Friend: Chapter 1 --Thinking About The Things That Are Deadly

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence.)

Fandom: DC Comics

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Eventual Roy/Rose/Jason

Summary:  Falling in love with her intended target's best friend is bad enough. But then Rose starts crushing on Roy Harper himself.

Note: This is a sequel to Three Robins Rose Has Kissed And the One Who Kissed back. I highly recommend you go read it before this one.

They come without warning. Not that they really need to warn Rose. She sees them coming the night before, mid-makeout session with Jason when the vision hits her. “Sorry dude, not in the mood tonight.” Leaving Jason on the bed, she stumbles over to the shower. “You uh, can find Roy if you want. I don’t mind.” 

“Rose? You okay?” His cheeks still flush from her attention earlier, his voice slightly strained. Jason’s eyebrows crease as he studies her. He’s so worried he almost looks pissed off. 

Is she ever okay? “I’m fine.” Rose almost kicks Jason out of his own room for the night, but then she realizes she might not ever get to hear his heartbeat again. “We can cuddle later.” Jason opens his mouth to call her on her bluff, but he thinks better of it. 

“Enjoy your shower,” he says sullenly as the door shuts behind him. 

Rose scrubs her skin raw as if she can wash the tension away. But it does nothing for her. Neither does the jill off. Fuck. Why tomorrow? 

—-

It’s one of those airy cafes, with the hanging plants, white tablecloths, and the wine bottle already on the table. Rose would find it extremely romantic if it weren’t for the finality of all of it. She did consider breaking up with Jason first. Maybe it would soften the blow of losing her? But then she saw a vision of him losing her back-to-back. She can’t do that to him. She can’t even bring herself to break his heart once. But there’s no avoiding it, is there? 

Rose made her bed. Now she has to lie in it. 

The moment comes after the waiter takes their order. Rose doesn’t even read the menu. Just spends the fleeting seconds memorizing everything in Jason’s face–his blue eyes that sometimes seem green, the scar on his left temple, his sardonic grin–the way he purses his lips as he gives his order.

“Miss?”

“Oh, uh. I’ll have what he’s having.”

“I gotta use the restroom, okay?” Rose leans in for a kiss, and Jason tilts his head toward hers with a smile, only to grin wider when she steals a kiss from his lips instead of his cheek. 

“See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against hers and squeezing her elbow. 

Rose wills her eye to stay dry as she hurries away as casually as she can muster. “Goodbye,” she whispers to herself. 

She gets just past the restroom door when the bag slips over her head. “Original, aren’t you?”

Two sets of hands haul her into a van and slide the door closed. Rose considers putting up a fight, but what would be the point? She can’t put this off any longer. The van squeals, rocks, and lurches forward and screeches to a halt–Rose tracks the twists and turns, out of habit more than anything. 

They haul her out of the van, and into a cold, musty building. Older. Probably would fail an asbestos test by the smell of things. The floor scrapes with chipped paint on concrete. Older and abandoned. These goons–whoever they are–shove Rose into a cold chair that creaks with her weight. Finally, they cuff her wrists and release their hold on her. And then they yank the bag off of her head. 

Rose hisses at the bright light. 

“Wilson.” There’s a steel table in front of her, and on the other side is a silhouette in a tailored suit. 

“Sure you got the right one? My dad’s kind of an assho–”

They shove her face first into the table. Her nose cracks, and blood pools from her nose onto the steel. It would be kind of pretty if it weren’t for the searing pain in her skull. 

“You had one objective: Eliminate Roy Harper–Code Name: Arsenal.” The lady clicks her tongue. “Instead, we find you involved with his partner, Jason Todd–Code name Red Hood.”

Those nerds really need to be more discreet. Fuck. She’s never going to see them again. Is she? They grab Rose by her hair, yanking her up to face a woman with platinum blonde curls framing her immaculate face. “You have three days. Do not disappoint me again.” The bag goes back over her head.

—-

Rose has never really considered killing herself. She’s died enough times to know that death is really overrated. If anything, Rose tries to avoid dying. Which makes this really unfair. 

Oh sure, Rose can think of a dozen different ways to kill Roy Harper as he cooks them french toast. “You gonna help me with this or are you just gonna stare at my ass all morning?” Roy says without even turning to look. There’s a reason Rose’s employer sent her after him. Despite all his cute-but-dumb energy–Roy Harper is a lot smarter than he lets on. 

“It’s a nice ass,” Rose flirts back without missing a beat. 

That makes Roy turn. “Oh? I thought you preferred Jason’s.” The sun catches his mussed hair in a fiery glow and turns his green eyes amber. 

Rose rolls her eyes. “Everyone likes Jason for his thighs, dumbass.”

“I’m sitting right here, guys.”

Rose drops her glass of orange juice, and Roy snickers as he catches it. “Jealous, Jay Bird?”

“Hardly,” Jason catches his eyes in a way that flips Rose’s stomach. Focus. 

Rose can already see the kitchen burning down, so she joins Roy, turning down the heat before the bacon grease catches fire. Cooking is one thing she learned from her mother, though their breakfasts looked a whole lot different than this. She wonders what her mother would say about her shacking up with the Outlaws.

Too much like your father, Xia. Find yourself a nice boy. Or girl. I don’t care. Just as long as they bring out the best in you.

Lillian Worth would definitely not think of this as Rose’s best. Sorry, mom.

As for her father?

Whatever, Rose. Just don’t get knocked up. Or knocked out.

Slade Wilson was one to talk. Didn’t he have a custody battle with Bruce Wayne at one point? Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not gonna live long enough to make you a grandad. 

—-

Either way, Rose loses. If she doesn’t kill Roy, she dies. If she does? She kills Jason’s best friend. Her best friend. 

Though, if Rose is to be honest with herself, he might be more than Jason’s best friend. More than her best friend.

The following night, she’s sandwiched between them on the couch, not paying attention to the movie Jason picked out. And Rose is pretty sure Roy isn’t either. He’s fallen asleep, his head pressed against her shoulder like it’s a fucking pillow. It would be pretty easy to whip out her knife and open him up ear to ear. But his breath stirs the skin on her collarbone-sending goosebumps and then some all over her body and between her legs. 

As soon as the credits roll, Rose presses Jason against his own door, tearing at his clothes, pulling at his lips with her teeth. She needs him closer; she needs him closer now. 

“Not that I’m complaining…but you okay?” Jason manages to take Rose by the arms, holding her at arm’s length. His blue eyes search hers.

“Movie really got me going.” She leans forward, trying to catch his lips again. 

“Blood and guts really turn you on, huh?” 

“Oh yeah. Why do you think I carry a sword?”

Jason doesn’t buy it. He knows Rose too well by now. But he also sees the desperation in her eyes–the fire searing through her skin. “Please, Jay. I need you.” She needs Roy out of her head.

“Kay, but we’re talking about this after.”

“Mmhm.” Rose pulls him close again, fully intending to put their mouths to other uses. 

Jason turns them, so she’s pressed against the door. He trails kisses down her neck, and Rose bites her lip, thinking about how Roy’s lips would feel on her skin. She winds her fingers into his hair, trying not to think about tangling them in red curls. He peels her hands away from his head, pressing them back against the door so he can undo the buttons on her shirt and kiss down her bare collarbone in peace. 

Rose hears Roy’s footsteps down the hall, biting her lip as she imagines him walking toward Jason’s room and overhearing them. The thought sends warm shivers down her spine–making every one of Jason’s kisses spark down her abdomen. His lips linger on her hip, and Rose swallows a moan, imagining Roy pausing by the door and blushing as red as his hair. Jason bites her skin, drawing her attention back to him, and she catches the knowing look in his eyes. But does he really know what she’s thinking?

The thought makes her blush, and her heart pound. Part of Rose wants Jason to find out. For him to get angry-to have him take her harder, make her his. That’s when Jason’s tongue finds her clit. “Oh fuck.”

“Mm?” Jason asks, but already knows the answer. Or thinks he does. 

God, she really should stop this line of thought, but the fantasy has already taken hold. Roy on the other side of the door, listening to her moans and whimpers. His own breath getting ragged like hers, pressing his ear to the door as his hands quickly undo his belt. Rose gasps as Jason’s tongue traces her labia. Her mind imagines Roy grunting and slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, palming his hardening erection. She holds onto the doorknob for dear life, her knees trembling. 

Jason pats her thighs soothingly, taking her thighs over his shoulders. His fingers slip inside her easily, pumping her in and out. Roy, in her daydream, is sliding to the floor as he pumps himself just on the other side of the door. Rose bites her lip to keep from saying Roy’s name as she trembles around Jason’s fingers.

[darsynia]

First Fic Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @rubickk7 💚. All of these are MCU but the last. My secret is revealed, btw. I start oneshots with dialogue to skip ahead in the word count... *hangs head*

Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen (IronStrange) // If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen.

Tony has read those words on his skin over and over so often that he feels like they are indeed etched on his soul, not just his upper thigh. They’re the last words his soulmate will ever speak to him, and sure, he’s grateful they’re not the typical goodbye that seventy percent of the world bears on their bodies somewhere.

Bet Your Ass (Peter Quill/Reader) // “What is your problem, Quill? By the Gods!”

Happy Val (Steve Rogers/Reader) It’s all a little ‘While You Were Sleeping’ to you, this absurd crush you have on the handsome lawyer that periodically shows up at the coffee shop.

The Sacrifice Play (Stony) // “I figured it out.”

The sigh and slow turn Rogers makes to face him tells Tony everything about how close he is to losing his temper. “What have you figured out, Tony?”

Seems that Rogers doesn’t use his first name unless he’s angry, and it’s so close to Howard Stark’s approach to parenting that Tony ramps up even further.

“That witch sent you something that chaps your morals, didn’t she? And I know what it is.” 

Ephemera (Steve Rogers/Reader) // Your art is different now. Everyone’s is.

The project angers some people, but that’s not your problem. Everyone deals with the decimation their own way, and yours is particularly bare.

Build Me a Cocoon So I Can Crawl Inside Your Love (Tony Stark/gn!Reader) // Tony’s back from the specialist’s appointment he didn’t want to let you come along for, and he looks really discouraged.

Plus One (Tony Stark/Reader) // Attending Tony Stark’s 40+1 birthday bash is not what you’d been planning to do when you came to L.A.

Just Right (Steve Rogers/Reader) // You simply can’t believe this is happening.

Fifteen minutes ago, while you were going over proposed alterations to Sam Wilson’s Falcon suit, a person who looked exactly like Steve Rogers walked through the wall right beside you.

Animate Objects (Day Eight) (Stephen Strange/OC) // As one of the hundreds of workers who had moved to New York following the alien attack on the city, Amy Cairn had seen more than one absurd thing during those six months of clean-up. Enormous alien carapaces with oddly-glowing, indestructible armor plating? Sure. Literal Star-Wars-style pods that arced through the air until their connection to the mothership was severed? Okay.

Figures of Speech (Toby Ziegler/OC) // In the grand scheme of things, being in your mid-thirties and in love with a politician twice your age wasn’t the worst of life decisions, but it was close. Especially if you’d never actually met the guy.

No pressure tags (specifically trying to pick people with multiple fics to be kind, heh), but this is a GREAT way to advertise your fic: @ronearoundblindly @starryeyes2000 @peyton-warren @book-of-baba-fett @sobeautifullyobsessed and whoever else would like to participate!

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2022: In A Sunshine State

When the year began, the COVID-19 pandemic had begun to loosen its grip but the future was still cloudy. Would we be able to go places again in the summer? See our friends regularly? By the end of the year it felt largely, finally behind us. I got married this year. We honeymooned in California. I tabled at a zine fair for the first time in years and sold more zines than I had in ten years. I continued to make mixtapes for myself and co-host a weekly professional wrestling podcast with new episodes coming out every week. While Fallen Love might be buried, I still find artistic outlets where I can. No matter how the world changes, for better, for worse, I have my tent poles. Indiepop will always fuel me. Alternative comics. Old cartoon shows. My cats. My wife. A walk in the woods. A trip to the beach. They can't take that away from us. There are small joys all around you if you can find them.

"My 10 Favorite Albums Of 2022"

1. Martha - Please Don't Take Me Back 2. Let's Whisper - The In-Between Times 3. Plains - I Walked With You A Ways 4. Jenny Berkel - These Are The Sounds Left From Leaving 5. Jeanines - Don't Wait For A Sign 6. Alvvays - Blue Rev 7. Pale Blue Eyes - Souvenirs 8. No Suits In Miami - Nothing Ever Happens 9. SZA - S.O.S. 10. Poster Paints - Poster Paints "My 5 Favorite EP's Of 2022"

1. Jobber - Hell In A Cell 2. Blunt Chunks - Blunt Chunks 3. Girl And Her Bad Mood - Bluest Year 4. Jonathan Richman - Cold Pizza & Other Hot Stuff 5. Four Eyes - The Freaky EP "My 2 Favorite Cover Songs" 1. Martha - "My Heart Is A Drummer" (Allo Darlin' cover) 2. The Goon Sax - "Steal My Sunshine" (Len cover) "My 10 Favorite Songs Not On The Above Releases"

1. Tiny Microphone - "Holiday" 2. Even As We Speak - "Begins Goodbye" 3. April June - "Leave Tonight" 4. Ribbon Stage - "No Alternative" 5. Acid House Kings - "Honey, Honey" 6. Madeleine Moss & Matt Bauer - "A Secret Road" 7. Lost Film - "Big Talk" 8. Strawberry Generation - "Miss Me" 9. The Slow Summits - "Time's On Your Side" 10. Dizzy - "Barking Dog" "Top 5 Blogs" 1. For The Rabbits 2. Records I Like 3. Various Small Flames 4. Jangle Pop Hub 5. When You Motor Away "Last.fm: Most Listened To Artists" 1. Eels 2. Martha 3. Jens Lekman 4. Tullycraft 5. Counting Crows "Last.fm: Most Listened To Pre-2022 Songs" 1. Counting Crows - "Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Hollywood)" 2. Mary Love - "You Turned My Bitter Into Sweet" 3. Counting Crows - "Rain King" 4. Frank Wilson - "Do I Love You (Indeed I Do)" 5. Why? - "Fatalist Palmistry"

[noahsbookhoard]

📚May 2024 Book Review (Part 2/3📚

The september weather is not being kind to me right now so let's travel to Greece and Nigeria! And solve a murder too, why not.

Le Meurtre de Roger Ackroyd (The Murder of Roger Ackroyd) by Agatha Christie

Roger Ackroyd is murdered just a day after Mrs Ferras, the woman he was planning to marry, was found dead from an overdose. One year earlier this was Mr Ferras who was found dead. Illness? Murder? This was unclear at the time, but the two deaths at 24 hours interval piqued Hercule Poirot's curiosity. Did Mrs Ferras really commit suicide? And who killed Roger Ackroyd?

My first Poirot and as of writing this, my favorite! (Granted I only read three so far but still.) Maybe it was a mistake to start with one with such a particular ending, maybe not. I fell from my chair at the revelation, I really saw nothing coming and it was thrilling.

I can't say too much because spoilling a murder mystery is not nice but I especially loved how this one had the answer staring us in the face this whole time and if you missed the one (1) clue or failed to understand it, the murderer would pass you by until Poirot unmasked them. Brilliant work but I understand why people were mad about it.

Poirot is unsufferable but that's why I love him so much, he has a flare for drama that suits the genre, you can almost feel him wink at you through the pages (and Agatha Christie through him as well, she would enjoy watching the read pull their hair trying to solve it and always ending up two steps behind her detective)

Surely one of the best, I can't recommend it enough. It is one of the earliest Hercule Poirot novel but still works really perfectly well today.

The Illiad by Homer (translated by Emily Wilson)

Ten years after the beginning of the Trojan War the city is still under siege and the Greeks, away from home. Homer recounts the final months of the war, Achilles' anger at Agamemnon, the emboldening of the Trojan army, the death of Patroclus and Achilles' revenge on Hector.

This is my first reading of The Illiad, although I have heard the story of the Trojan War multiple times in different forms, my favorite being The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. It was tume to give the original a go! I had a lot of choice as for as translation goes, both in French and English but I was curious about Wilson's translation. Also I was adamant that I wanted it as an audiobook, to have a closer experience to what it would have been to listen to an epic in Homer's time and Audra McDonald does a pretty good job in my opinion!

I loved all the events that never make the cut in retelling or abridged version of the epic, the details of the conversations, the battles, even the Catalogue of the Ships that I was dreading was interesting and soothing during a long train ride.

And it was nice to finally hear some of the most well known moment of the Greek mythology in one of the most ancient form: the wealth of details and dialogues makes it so much more vivid and intense.

Having studied Ancient Greece a little, especially the perception of otherness in Greek culture was really enlightening to put some context on the events. Even so, after thousands of years, it is just as entertaining and touching. Hector saying goodbye to Andromaque and taking his helmet off so it wouldn't scare Astyanax will never stop being endearing to me.

The characters are still relatable at times, Achilles' anger, his grief. Hector's love for his family and telling off of his brother. The words have travelled times and find us exactly the same today, there is some poetry in this.

A long journey, but a really satisfying one. I have The Odyssey audiobook at the ready, waiting for a podcast or another to go on hiatus so that I have a listening slot available!

Akata Witch (The Nsibidi Script #1) by Nnedi Okorafor

Sunny is albinos and Nigerian, born in America before her family moved back to Nigeria. Her difference always left her a little lost, until she met Chichi, Orlu and Sasha and discovered the Leopard people, where her difference makes her magic even stronger. But the foir friends will have to face a hard apprenticeship and a dangerous enemy: Black Hat Otokoto, a children serial killer.

This one wasn't my pick: I joined a book club back in May and every month each member suggest a book, we deaw one randomly and read it together. I love the concept, it's super fun, it invites people to try books they wouldn't have read otherwise.

It is a middle grade/early young adult novel, very Harry Potter like (very very much like it, some elements are a bit too close to pass as accidents) so I was definitely not the target audience and might have been a bit too old to appreciate it. This is a young girl discovering her magic abilities that had been hidden from her and with her friends she will have to defeat a menacing man that uses dark powers. That's really cliché as far as plot goes and I wasn't very invested because I could see it coming from a mile away.

The characters were archetypes and did not make a lasting impression on me. Among the children there's the clever boy, Orlu, the bitchy girl Chichi, and the American boy Sasha. I found them very two-dimensional, dialogues often felt flat and their actions were really predictable, not to mention how the group dynamic looks earily like Harry Ron and Hermione. The adults are worse: they are fully aware of the threat of Black Hat Otokoto and won't do anything except send four kids do the job for them. I found them very cold, not to say cruel at times. Physical punishment is expected and treated as normal, which I was really uncomfortable with.

However the setting is really interesting: I really enjoyed discovering the Nigerian culture through daily life and adventures of Sunny. It made me want more of this universe and its magic.

So even though this book was not for me and I won't be reading the rest of the series I am really curious about Nnedi Okorafor's work. I browsed a little and the author also have some adult books too, including some Nebula and Hugo award nominees. I'll probably try it at some point.

[underwhelmingalchemist]

WIP Fic Tag/Ask Game

Tagged by @unlifeira ! Thanks :3

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay, well, I have A LOT, so I'm putting them under a cut

Not tagging anyone because I don't know too many other fic writers, let alone 58 other fic writers, so if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

Let's go!

5 Attempts to Ask on a Date

A Million Ways to Say Goodbye

Achilles Come Down

Almost Hallmark

Angel AU Thingy

Angel Demon AU

Avengers Sleepover

Blackbonnet Angst Fic - Title TBD

Bucky and Sam and Alpine

Bucky Birthday Fic

Bucky Makes Cookies

Bucky Teaches Steve to Kiss

Bucky Teasing Sam Smut Fic

City of Ghosts

Dean Winchester Knew He Liked Women

Destiel

Enby Bucky - I'm Leaving for New York

Fixing My Immortal

Garbage

Howard Stark as a Father

I Need You to Teach Me How to Kiss - Stucky

In Full Color

In Your Pages

It's a Sex Pollen Fic

It's Been a Short, Short Line

Kinktober-ish

Lips Like Licorice, Tongue Like Candy

New Year's Eve Smut - Stony

Nomad

Not Even God

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Sam Wilson Birthday Fic

SamBucky Christmas Fic 2022

SamBucky First Date

SamBucky Soulmates (Possibly)

Sam's Nightmares

Shrinkyclinks

Steve Birthday 2021

Steve had Always Hated the Cold - Stucky

Steve Rogers Birthday Fic

Steve's Letter to Bucky

Stony Birthday Smut

Stony Pole Dancing

Stony PTSD

Stony Smut Fic - Trauma and Suit Sex

Stony

Stuckony - Physical Touch

Stuckony Fanfic

Stucky - Nightmares and Trauma

Stucky Christmas Fic

Stucky Fic - WIP - Cuddling Together

Stucky

Tony Gets a Cat - Winteriron

Werewolf AU

Werewolf Stucky

Winteriron

Words of Affirmation - Stucky

YOI AU