#marvel preference

[mindful-of-ideas]

Preference: MCU

- Reacting to you getting hurt while training

Characters: Clint, Strange, Tony and Yelena

A/N: Not all characters, so of course I’m willing to do multiple parts of this!

Clint:

You got too confident and tried something he explicitly told you not to try. Nonetheless, he blames himself. He should’ve known you weren’t going to listen to him and should’ve prevented this. So when he sees you fall to the ground, your knees buckling, he rushes to your side.

“Y/N! Fuck!”

“It’s okay,” you said trying to get back up.

You failed miserably, your arm giving in under your weight.

“Fuck!” you said.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, just stay down.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. You told me I wasn’t ready.”

“It’s alright, it’s just a few bruises and cuts. You probably hit your head when you fell, that’s why you’re dizzy.”

“How bad is it?”

“You’ll survive,” he said smiling, “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Did I at least look badass?”

“Right now, not really. While doing the thing I explicitly said you should not try? A bit, yeah,” he said smiling. 

“Cool!”

“No, not cool! But we’ll work on it. Now, come on.”

You tried to take a few steps but stumbled as you were still dizzy. He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you reach the infirmary. 

He’s very careful when cleaning your cuts and bandaging your wounds.

“It will sting a bit, just a heads up,” he said before using an alcohol wipe on your forehead.

“A bit!” you say wincing, “when do you think we can go back to training?”

“Now, slow down. We still need to put band-aids on those cuts and ice on your bruises. They could use a little help to heal quicker.”

He makes it a point to explain everything he does just so you know what to do if you ever get hurt on a solo mission.

Even if you want to go back to training as soon as possible, he always finds a way to keep you distracted long enough for you to heal properly.

Strange:

He takes every precaution to ensure you won’t hurt anyone or yourself while training. You mostly train in the mirror dimension to make sure you don’t destroy anything as well or end up getting hurt by your own collateral damage. But he forgot that you could hurt yourself by pushing your limits too far.

“Strange…?” you asked, worry in your voice.

“What’s going on?” he said touching down from where he’s been levitating.

“Is�� is it supposed to burn?” you said, looking down at your hands.

“Is what supposed to burn? Y/N?” he asked, now coming towards you, “Y/N, talk to me.”

Your hands were burning so badly. Your vision got blurry and you started falling. Strange caught you before you could hit the ground, sitting down with you, your head on his chest.

“My hands,” you finally said, your voice shaking, “they’re burning…”

“That last blast was a lot, it’s just residual energy, you’re okay,” said Strange trying to keep you and himself calm.

This was one of his biggest fears, you getting hurt, but more specifically your hands getting hurt when he could prevent it.

“It’s not!” you screamed, “it won’t go away like it usually does! Strange do something… please,” you said now pleading, tears in your eyes.

He placed both hands on yours and mumbled something. The burning slowly went away, only leaving a tickling sensation in your fingertips. You sighed, resting back your head on Strange.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Next time, you take things slower? This happened because you tried too quickly to do something you couldn’t completely control. Energy got stuck in your hands and couldn’t get out. I’ll teach you how to disperse it in your body like I just did, but promise you’ll warn me next time you try something like that?”

“Sure.”

All that left you exhausted and Strange knew it. He carried you into your room and let you rest for a while. He will use teaching you the new spell as an excuse to keep you from training for a while. He’ll pretend that it’s to give you time to get back on your feet but truthfully, it’s because he got really scared of something bad happening and could use the break himself.

Tony:

It took everything for him to train with you. You had to beg for weeks. He always found an excuse. He had meetings, conferences, missions, villains to defeat. One time he even completely disappeared for a few days before coming back with a nice tan. You even began to doubt his excuses were true.

“I have to learn physico-chemistry of cold plasma by tomorrow,” he said.

“That’s not even a real thing,” you grumbled.

But he eventually agreed. While he was more experienced than you, he treated you as an equal and didn’t hold back. He was not aiming to hurt you, on the contrary, but he wanted this to be as realistic as possible. You got a few good hits in but had to fall back. As you turned around, ready to dodge the next wave of attacks, your foot caught on something and the blast hit you square in the chest. You fell hard on your back, your breath cut by the impact. You laid there for a second trying to breathe again.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You could barely breathe, how could he expect you to answer. But this was Tony Stark. You had to get back up, you couldn’t look weak in front of him.

“You okay?” he called again, this time closer.

You shut your eyes and bit your lower lip trying to get the pain to leave your body. As if it was that easy. You tried to get up but quickly gave up.

“Y/N, are you… shit, this is exactly why I didn’t want to train…”

“I’m fine,” you said, opening your eyes, “Just taking a little break.”

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much.

“A break, uh? Maybe I’ll take one with you then,” he said lying next to you.

It took a minute but you finally got your breathing under control.

“You okay, kid,” he asked.

“Think so,” you said.

“Now, come on,” he said getting up and offering you a hand, “We’re getting you checked out.”

“I feel fine,” you said, yet still winced as you got up.

“Y/N, don’t… see this is why I train alone! So stuff like this doesn’t happen!”

He looked away from you. You could see tears in his eyes.

“But… I’m okay…” you said before painfully taking a few steps toward him.

You hugged him, carefully resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll be okay, this wasn’t your fault,” you added, whispering.

“I-…” he started pushing you away from him, “let’s get you checked out and then will grab something to eat. Burgers?”

Yelena:

You couldn’t really tell if she was happy or not to train with you. Not that you had to convince her. You had grown really close to one another since you met and had hoped she would say yes, as you were eager to learn from her. And she did, she agreed right away, but still, you couldn’t tell how she felt about it.

The training was going well. She showed you a few new moves and you had no problems learning them. You even managed to use them against her. This probably hurt her ego, as she doubled down on the attacks. Nothing too dangerous, but you could feel the pressure rising. Both of you wanted to show off to the other by trying more and more complicated hits.

Then it happened. She hit you right in the face, making you lose balance and stumbled. As you tried to shake the dizziness away, she landed another blow right in your ribs. You rolled away, trying to avoid any more hits.

“What,��� she said, “Tired?”

You closed your eyes moaning, you could feel your side throbbing.

“Come on, Y/N! I know you got more in you. You did good when you did the jab and then the kick and the other kick. You can still do good. Get up!”

You actually liked that she was still pushing you to continue. If this had been a real fight, you would at least need to get up and get to safety. You could help but smile at the thought of you two, out there, fighting side by side. 

You sat up, feeling around your ribs. Not broken, thankfully.

“Y/N? Please get up…” Yelena said, now closer to you.

“I… I’m alright,” you said, looking up at her.

“Y/N, I am so so sorry…” she said but then stopped.

You couldn’t tell if it was only worry or if she was actually about to cry.

“I swear, Yelena,” you said, “I’m okay, but are you?

“We need to get you fixed,” she said holding out a hand, not answering your question.

“If we get me fixed, will you be okay?” you asked taking her hand and getting up.

“Maybe… but they need to fix you really good.”

“I’m sure they will,” you said offering a smile.

She smiled back. 

[cowboylikeyouu]

in germany, chris evan‘s roles (including steve) are mostly voiced by dennis schmidt-foß, but as johnny storm he‘s voiced by benedikt weber, and it made for a really cool moment during dp&w. bc wade’s super convinced that he‘s steve, but all the german people who watch the german dub of marvel movies religiously are already like huh??? bc that‘s NOT steve rogers‘ voice, and then when it’s revealed that he‘s actually johnny, wade‘s like "ah yeah, i should’ve known from the voice". and idk, it’s not hilarious or anything, but it just made me soo happy that they used wade‘s 4th wall breaks differently in different languages. just felt the need to share this

[visually-corrupted]

by Maca [jayh.sketch]

[based on this book cover]

[notearsnora]

Best WICKED review EVER.

[heart--of--gold]

Imagine Logan being not so subtle when he's jealous. Think about him staring you and Wade down when you're cuddling in the morning, watching TV on the couch. Perhaps it's a touch too early to be making breakfast and maybe Logan considers pouring down his freshly made steaming-hot coffee on Wade to get him to buzz off.

Maybe Logan glares daggers in the back of your head while he stands around in the kitchen, an unspoken plea to be invited in the cuddle session. Maybe Logan stomps his way over, and maybe, just maybe, sits between you and Wade so he can get your affections. Not so different from a dog trying to get his owner's attention when you think about it. Not that anyone's complaining.

[ryukisgod]

[blue-sadie]

Player 2

Your winning and he's just a sore loser

The sound of your victorious laughter filled the apartment, your victory dance making the blanks fall from the couch and making your obvious grumpy lover roll his eyes but a little smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

The games soundtrack faded from his ears as he let go of the controller his hands slowly creeping up your body unknowingly to you, your to distracted by your victory his hands slowly making its way up your thigh under skirt.

A gasp leaving your lips as the sound of the starting race rung through the apartment you rushed to gain composer and defeat him once again but his character remained unmoving as he was to focused on you.

His fingers lightly slipping under you panties and running along your pussy making it a little wetter your breathe was starting to labour, squeezing your thighs didn't help it made him persist even harder slipping his finger into your entrance.

Moving in slow thrust movements making your focused mind go blank it wasn't long till he had you on all fours the controller long discarded and his cock making sloshing noises as he thrusts in and out and he makes sure to whisper 'I guess I won this time" every now and then.

Peter Parker, Eddie Brock, Thor, Tony Stark, Jason Todd, Barry Allen, Beast Boy, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan

[cuntiel]

This is what I imagined happened to people with metal butt plugs in the xmen universe when Erik uses his powers

[natromi]

Insomniac Nights

Prompt: “I can't sleep, do you mind a cuddle?“

Wanda Maximoff being unable to sleep because of her nightmares, decides to choose you out of everyone for a cuddle. You think she's joking, why would she choose you? She thinks you're cute for being so naive on her growing feelings for you.

Warnings: None because this is pure fluff! Maybe like a little bit of a possessive mindset at the end but it's vague methinks.

Word Count: 390, short one to start with.

Wanda let out a sigh as she rolled from one side of her bed to the other, her head on her hands as she contemplated fighting a god for her lack of sleep. She could very well fight a god or two if she wished, maybe she would choose to fight Morpheus if he so much as appeared on her line of sight. Alas, she didn't have the energy or the mental capacity to handle a fight, let alone with the dream man.

And so she sat down, eyes on the colourless wall as she got lost in her mind for a while. She thought about how unlucky she was to get nightmares, while you were sleeping quite peacefully next door. Maybe she envied your ability to sleep so much and so well, maybe she envied that you cuddled your pillow, and not her.

As thoughts swirled around her mind, she thought of what she wanted to do. Either she could suffer by herself and try to go back to sleep, or she could ask you, her best friend, and most oblivious person in the multiverse, to cuddle her. Because obviously friends cuddled all the time!

She made up her mind after a couple minutes (which felt like hours), standing up and walking quietly to your room. Choosing to open the door quietly, as to not wake you up, she found you reading a book. A surprised look on her face as she expected you to have been sleeping by now.

Too surprised to notice your stare on hers, she broke into a soft, shy smile. The darkness hiding her flushed cheeks, your silent motion for her to walk in allowed her to close the door slowly, walking over to you. There was a silent understanding of what she wanted, and you were perfectly okay in this thought to be platonic move.

You enveloped her in your arms, a soft sigh leaving Wanda's lips as she found comfort in your body heat, the way you smelled, and your tight hold as you went back to reading. She found these moments incredibly peaceful, that she often thought about how she could ever deserve you, her most prized possession.

But you didn't know that yet, you didn't need to. You would understand soon enough that she was the only one for you.

This is my first oneshot that I publish!! I hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to repost, send a comment or just like this. It'll mean so much to me to know that it's being liked. (:

[mischievous-thunder]

Stop traumatising the poor thing, Wade!

[juiche]

⚫🔴 b&w version of my Bucky illustration

get your own print here ❤️

[cadhla182]

CarolJess comission!

Commission info: https://cadhla182.tumblr.com/Commissions

[cowboylikeyouu]

i'm in desperate need for a life changing fic but i'm too lazy to look for smth, pls send me your favorite fics

[nickeverdeen]

The original 6 MCU characters reacting to you kissing them while being drunk

Tony Stark

Tony would initially be amused, his signature smirk appearing as soon as you kiss him

He’d make a playful and flitry comments

Despite his teasing, Tony would be concerned about your state and make sure you’re okay

He’d gently guide you away from any more drinks, saying, “Let’s get you some water, champ.”

Tony would definitely remember the incident and bring it up in a humorous way in the future, teasing you lightly about your drunken kiss

Steve Rogers

Steve’s immediate reaction would be one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock

He’d blush, clearly flustered by the unexpected kiss

Steve would gently but firmly pull away, asking if you’re okay and if you need any help getting home

He’d make sure you’re safe for the rest of the night, staying by your side to ensure nothing else happens

Steve might feel a bit awkward about it later but would handle it with his usual politeness, never bringing it up unless you did first

Bruce Banner

Bruce would be visibly shocked, his scientific mind trying to process the unexpected event

He’d feel nervous and awkward, not used to such spontaneous displays of affection

Bruce would gently ask if you’re alright, making sure you’re not feeling unwell

He’d try to reassure you in a calm, soothing manner, suggesting you sit down and drink some water

Bruce might avoid the topic in the future unless you bring it up, feeling too embarrassed to discuss it

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha would be surprised but would quickly recover, a small, amused smile playing on her lips

She’d remain calm and collected, gently but firmly pulling back and assessing your state

Natasha might tease you slightly, saying something like, “Enjoying the party, I see?”

She’d make sure you’re safe and not getting into any more trouble, keeping a close eye on you for the rest of the night

Natasha wouldn’t bring it up again, understanding that it was just a drunken moment and respecting your privacy

Clint Barton

Clint would be startled at first, his reflexes kicking in before he realizes what’s happening

Once he understands, he’d chuckle, finding the situation funny

He’d tease you lightly, saying something like, “Calm down, tiger, you could’ve just asked”

Clint would make sure you’re okay, perhaps even leading you to sit down and sober up a bit

He’d definitely remember the incident and might bring it up later in a joking manner, making sure you’re comfortable with it

Thor

Thor would be surprised but quickly break into a hearty laugh, finding the situation really funny

He’d respond with an affectionate, “Ah, a kiss from a friend! You honor me!”

Thor would ensure you’re alright, offering to get you something to eat or drink to help sober you up after a while

He’d stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing for the rest of the evening

Thor wouldn’t bring it up again unless you did, respecting your dignity and understanding it was a harmless, drunken moment

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

It's accidentally been 3 months since I posted my last fic round up, so this post contains months worth of reading and so is much longer than normal. If you're curious, this round up includes the following fandoms (in this order):

ATLA

DC (Batman) & Danny Phantom Crossover

DC (Batman)

Star Wars (Prequels)

The Goblin Emperor

The Sunshine Court (AFTG series)

James Bond

Marvel (Spider-Man)

Red, White & Blue

Stranger Things

King Falls AM (Podcast)

ATLA

Academic Excerpts and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Studied by Scholars Who Make It Their Full Time Job by Vinces

Zuko and Aang conspired early to keep the Firelord’s identity as the Blue Spirit a secret. Zuko unmasked would only make his spot on the Dragon Throne more tenuous during a time of upheaval in the post-war Fire Nation.

Nevertheless, the post-war academics are on it. Who was the Blue Spirit?

Aang and Zuko try their best to play it cool.

Aang’s pretty successful…

Zuko? Well, he’s trying his best. -- Or where two-thirds of the story is historical “articles” set in and referencing the world of Avatar and one third is Zuko (and Aang) navigating a world where there are academic papers speculating about the prison breakout they did together.

In Utter Hones-tea by agooseinhiding

The Jasmine Dragon has been formally invited to join the Earth King's retinue as he takes the monumental first step onto Fire Nation soil since the start of the Hundred-Year War! Truly, an honor.

Unfortunately, "The Jasmine Dragon" includes Li, the owner's grumpy nephew with an outrageously bad haircut and a wardrobe that's solely green, who knows way too much about the Avatar and his teachers, and who swears on his honor that he's totally, definitely not the Fire Lord.

Somehow, the other tea servers don't believe him. But they've never gotten a chance to prove it (or disprove it, in some cases) until now.

The Jasmine Dragon is going to the Fire Nation, and Hua Ming is going to show once and for all that shop-famous enigma Li is Lord Zuko himself, or she's going to die trying.

(She is going to die on this trip.)

Ft.: General Iroh playing the biggest prank in Fire Nation history, a five thousand yuan bet, and the Jasmine Dragon tea servers.

Taking a Break (In) by Duckduck_Scribblerswan (Caellie_E_and_Vaye_R)

Part 1 of a little bit of monicker in my life (Zuko has too many secret identi-teas)

After a few agonizingly slow seconds of exhausted, confused pondering, Zuko decided there was only one logical conclusion. “You’re right," he told the assassins, "I’m here to help you kill the Fire Lord.” Like a genius.

Caldera City is holding a festival to celebrate finally having enough funds to hold a festival! Although Zuko originally deemed himself too busy to go, Sokka managed to cajol him into attending his own party, in a knock-off Blue Spirit disguise for security purposes. Zuko sneaks back into the palace right in time to catch a group of assassins sneaking out. They failed to find the Fire Lord and assume he's reinforcements.

Zuko needs to find who ordered a strike on him before they do something stupid, like order a second one. Obviously, the most reasonable thing to do is join the assassins and hope they don’t figure out who he actually is. Obviously. There’s literally no other option.

Feat. Zuko's only two coping mechanisms (mortal peril and improv theater), the world's most incompetent hit team, and another knock-off Blue Spirit who's determined to prove this "Li" isn't who he says he is.

Kindred Spirits (sent from my iphone) by Duckduck_Scribblerswan (Caellie_E_and_Vaye_R)

Part 2 of a little bit of monicker in my life (Zuko has too many secret identi-teas)

Zuko just wanted to take a breather after a stressful political summit in the Earth Kingdom. Unfortunately, some passerby with good eyesight spotted him entering an apartment through the door as Li and leaving through the window as the Blue Spirit, right before he left for the Fire Nation. The Earth Kingdom puts two and two together and, appropriately, gets four: the Blue Spirit has kidnapped Li, and presumably the other Fire Nation refugees who have been disappearing across Ba Sing Se. They must save Li and bring the Blue Spirit to justice!

Unwilling to reveal himself as either the Blue Spirit, wanted in both the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom for treason and petty larceny, or Li, who'll draw attention to his uncle's teahouse, Zuko does the next most reasonable thing: he panics.

Meanwhile, Mai, Suki, and Toph are busy investigating who's really at fault for the disappearances of these refugees, King Kuei has realized he can get away with some truly ridiculous antics as king, and the newspapers are getting suspicious of how protective Fire Lord Zuko is of these two random people he apparently picked up in Ba Sing Se. What's up with that, anyway?

Relieved, with honors by redrobin1989

A Fire Lord’s duty is to his people; Zuko seeks out the last Fire Nation soldiers of the Hundred Year War to send them home.

ASYLUM by asfearlessasamango 

If Zuko was Azula, trapped in a golden palace with no family but Fire Lord Ozai for years. If Zuko was Azula, now trapped in a marble asylum with no way out that he can see. If Sokka visited. And the complications of a whole world followed.

DC/ Danny Phantom Crossover

Wanted: Dead and Alive by Astereae

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. “No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.” “Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!” Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- “WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked.

OR: Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months.

Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May.

Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however.

And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.

DC

it's a long climb up the dusty mountain by whitegeraniums (puertoricansuperman) 

"The mission went," Dick echoes, a faint smile on his face. He's still in Bruce's arms, though he could easily escape if he wanted to. Something warm kindles deep, deep in Bruce's chest. Then he thinks of the other Dick, tense as a wire in his arms, shuddering at his touch.

"He had children." He says it without thinking. Dick's expression darkens. He knows where Bruce went tonight, and Bruce watches him piece together the implications of alternate dimension and evil Batman and children.

Or: When you've hit rock bottom, the only place left to go is up.

Star Wars

Misunderstanding Master by bgyeetusthefetus

“A beer please,” Obi-Wan said, his voice barely rising above the din. He placed the credits on the bar, his fingers shaking slightly as he did so./

The bartender looked down at him with a frown, his brows furrowing as he took in Obi-Wan's thin frame. “How old are you, kid?”

Obi-Wan shifted uneasily, suddenly aware of the attention he was drawing from the patrons around him. “It’s not for me,” he replied quickly, his voice steady despite the tremor in his fingers. “I’m just fetching it for my Master.”

Master is a bit of a loaded word in the wider galaxy.

The Goblin Emperor

Date With The Night by DontStopHerNow

Csethiro and Csevet conspire to give Maia a night outside the Alcethmeret.

Unfortunately, when Beshelar finds out, they have a lot of explaining to do.

queen of peace by astardanced

Csethiro broke abruptly free of the pack and came sweeping towards him with hands outstretched, probably hoping to do damage control.

“Serenity,” she said, ignoring her father, who seemed to be wanting to prompt her like a conductor. “We are honoured to have you here.”

Maia had very little experience with the specific social mortifications of an embarrassing family— his own having simply chosen to forget he existed— and it wouldn’t have been fair to make a judgement, but there was already an undeniable tinge of the ridiculous to the entire affair.

(Awkward dinners are part and parcel of the Emperor's role... but the Ceredada really are spectacularly embarrassing.)

The Sunshine Court (AFTG series)

i'm not the same as i was by perchancetosleep

The imminent return to Evermore has him jumping at shadows, and he is already at the end of his rope. Every ounce of energy every single day goes to pretending to be what is required of him—he has to override years of training (away, not towards) to perform adequately on the court, to uphold the Trojan standard, and he has to pretend that while he does it he is a functioning human and not simply a discarded toy too broken to be played with anymore.

It’s why he spent his time in Palmetto when he could walk watching every single Trojans interview and game he could, so he could memorize their speeches and their strategies and their game play so that he would not be a burden. Jean knows what he owes his new masters. And he will not fail.

(Or, Jean tries to fake it until he makes it at USC)

oh i was raised on little light by perchancetosleep

On the third Thursday of every month, Jean walks seven miles across town to visit his sister.

This is the deal that he’s struck with his sister’s foster—no, adoptive now—family. They used to claim that he could visit whenever he wanted, and it used to be Jean’s ability to sneak out of the Moriyama’s home that limited the frequency, but of course the Master had figured out where he was going, and now for years they’ve had him in their ear, telling them how Jean is unstable and disruptive and getting into fights and doing drugs, and of course they don’t want Elodie around that. She’s had a hard enough life as it is, and her good-for-nothing brother is just going to bring trouble and pain. But that won’t stop Jean from showing up, and so this is the deal that he had to make.

Jean will take whatever time he can get.

please i've been on my knees, change the prophecy by perchancetosleep

He can almost pretend, sitting in a warm house at the tiny kitchen table listening to Elodie talk about her dance lessons, that everything is normal. He can pretend that he can stay, that Elodie and him were never separated, and that everything is normal and he is good and he will get to keep this. But Jean had died in that fucking basement years ago, and he’s getting tired of forcing his body to keep going. Sure, Kevin had found a way out and made it to college and made a life, but he had a father waiting for him on the outside.

All Jean has waiting for him at home is a set of guardians that are going to be pissed off that he’s failing chemistry and that he didn’t do his chores and that he’s alive.

James Bond

Begin Again by Snoweylily

M held out the file in her hand and Q automatically took it. “It needs the new Quartermaster’s signature”. The reminder of the Major’s death, the kindly old beta who saw him for him, brought tears to his eyes, and he desperately hoped that the smoke would hide it. “... Okay. Who do I give it to?” “It’s quite a few years ahead of schedule, and quite frankly I’m not even sure if it’s going to work, but Boothroyd always spoke highly of you and you are one of the very few TSS workers still remaining. I’ve spoken to R, the only survivor with seniority over you, and she is quite adamant to remain in her current position with your approval... Which leaves you”. M held out a pen. “Quartermaster”.

Or, “I don’t just have one alpha”. Q grinned, bloody and feral. “I have nine. They’re called the double-0 program; perhaps you’ve heard of them?”

Red, White & Blue

darling, be gentle by SkyGem

In the time that he’s been dating Henry, Alex has been on the receiving end of no less than four shovel talks.

Or.

Okay.

That number may vary, depending on what exactly counts as a shovel talk.

Marvel

Intentions by MellarkandArt

“You’re just- you’re a really great kid and-“

“Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, suddenly feeling very, very sick.

“Mhm?” Mr. Stark hummed, patting his knee.

“I- I don’t think I can do this. I’ve tried really hard to m-make myself want it, b-but I just don’t. I know you- but I can’t. I just can’t.”

Mr. Stark removed his hand and looked at Peter questioningly. “What are you talking about?”

Peter drew in a shaky breath, feeling the burn as tears fell down his cheeks. “I know you want me to be your- your- I don’t know, but I just can’t be that for someone again, it’s so- so much, and you’re married, you have a daughter, and it’s- I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s too- and I don’t even like you like that, I- I’m sorry.”

Now he’d done it, now Mr. Stark would be looking at him with a heartbroken expression, hurt and betrayed and…

Peter looked up at the man only to see nothing but shock and confusion on his features.

“Peter… Do you think that I have… romantic feelings for you?”

OR: Sometimes people’s intentions aren’t always clear, and Peter has been burnt often enough to know not to play with fire. Irondad, NOT ST*RKER, I promise!!

Stranger Things

Shovel Talks by unkreativstermensch (+ podfic)

“Oh,” Steve says. Then again, “oh,” a little quieter. His expression changes; from confusion to something pained almost. “Mr Munson, I don’t…” he takes a deep breath, his voice a little shaky as he continues. “I don’t think he…I don’t think he likes me like that.”

He doesn’t say “it’s not like that.” Neither does he say “I’m not like that.”

That’s the first thing Wayne notices.

or: Wayne decides to give Steve the shovel talk, only to realize he might not be the one needing one

King Falls AM

i can tell that we are gonna be friends by ace8013, flashsideways 

Part 1 of when the radio lights came on (This entire series would be on this round up if it wasn't so damn long)

“I’m graduating this week and I know this is weird and that I met you like a few days ago but… They like, give you tickets? And I don’t know who to invite.” Sammy blinks. “Oh,” he says. “Is this- are you inviting me to your high-school graduation?”

or, Ben graduates from college on May 13, 2015.

to a given standard of normal by neversaydie

Part 5 of cock it and pull it (This series too!!)

The first couple of weeks are… difficult.

Some things are the same. The Jack Sammy remembers sitting across the desk from him in their dingy college radio studio, rambling about the possibility that the math building was haunted; the guy who pushed him into any risky broom closet or empty office he could find to make out, because he was always an adrenaline junkie even if it gave Sammy a heart attack; the Jack who roasted Sammy for his dad jokes even though his were quantifiably worse - he's still there. Mostly intact.

Other things… other things have changed.

[Jack and Sammy start building a life after the void]

the only hoax i believe in by taizi 

“Sammy,” Ben says. “You gotta eat.”

Sammy opens his eyes. He isn’t hungry, but he pushes himself upright anyway. 

“You better not have tried cooking again,” he says, aiming for light-hearted, angling for a smile. 

He nails it. Ben’s eyes go bright and he scoots off the bed with a grin. Not so much fooled as willing to play along, grateful for the semblance of normalcy. 

Fake it till you break it, Sammy thinks with the same grim determination that got him through all of high school, and all of college, and every second of every miserable day without Jack and before Ben. 

He gets out of bed. 

Wish You All The Best by FoxGlade

“This is gonna sound like a stupid question,” Ben says suddenly, “but what year is it?”

Well, Ben has said stupider things. “2018,” Sammy answers. Ben looks to Jack, who looks to Emily, who narrows her mouth into a thin line.

“That’s… maybe a problem,” she says.

(The Christmas magic of King Falls strikes again, giving Sammy a firsthand account of his own future.)

for a higher love by helloearthlings (everything this author writes would also be in this round up if I could)

“Supreme Court legalized same sex marriage this morning, 5-4.”

Ron could tell in an instant that Sammy already knew; something about him crumpled when Ron said it out loud.

God, the guy was – sad about this? Ron’s quiet suspicion about which way Sammy swung was absolutely confirmed – the straight and narrow of King Falls might be all woe is me over the fact that they didn’t have a monopoly on marriage anymore, but no one looked this wrecked if the decision didn’t affect them personally. The question was why this had put Sammy in some sort of drunken stupor.

[Ron, Sammy, and Pride in King Falls.]

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