#philinda looks

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as social media quotes series 25/?

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[an-inky-fingered-lass]

May, Coulson, and Daisy, and moments from a day or two in the building of a new life. A story for learning to trust that the good things in your life are going to stick around, and for the days when even those good things are still a little bit hard.

May breathed out a long, slow exhale and nudged into park, staring sightlessly out the window. Her phone pinged with a text. Simmons, probably. Checking in. She wouldn’t trade what they had now for this world or any other, but she missed it, sometimes, the bustling base. Always having something to do, defensible walls.

The text was headed hi May. May stared at it for a long moment, keeping her palms wrapped around the steering wheel. She didn’t feel much like May, right then. Melinda, maybe. For once. Just a woman sitting in her car with an aching thigh and a switchblade in her pocket, feeling every single one of her fifty-two years. Exhausted with not doing a damn thing. She hadn't felt this way in so long.

She felt like Agent May, like she would never, ever be able to be anything else.

May shut her eyes hard and then opened them again. She muted the radio and pulled back onto the road, driving steadily towards home.

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[b00ksandtea]

One of my favourite episodes 💞

[upat4amwiththemoon]

can I request a Daisy Johnson x reader fanfic where reader works at shield and is the (secret) daughter of Coulson and May and only a small circle, not including Daisy knows who readers parents are. Reader and Daisy met at shield hq and Daisy ends up ranting to Coulson about the girl she met and after a while Coulson realises Daisy is talking about his daughter?

Accidental oversharing

Summary: The secret daughter of Phil Coulson and Melinda May.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, Philinda x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 772

a/n: day 1000 of wishing Marvel gave us more Daisy Johnson content

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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“Oh shit!” A stack of papers falls to the ground as Daisy’s body bumps right into someone in the middle of the SHIELD headquarters’ hallway.

“I’m so sorry.” The other woman mumbles as she kneels down, starting to gather all the papers from the ground. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, it’s my fault,” Daisy picks up the few papers that flew further away.

The woman gives Daisy a small smile as she stands up, now holding all of her papers. She takes a double take, her brows scrunching together. “Aren’t you the Quake?”

“Oh god,” she cringes at the mention of her superhero name, “please call me Daisy. I hate that name.”

“Okay, Daisy. I’m Y/N.” Freeing one of her hands, Y/N reaches it out to shake Daisy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It’s not that Daisy doesn’t pay attention to the people working at SHIELD, because she does, she makes sure to be at least polite to everyone (who deserves it), but right now she can’t help but stare at the woman in front of her, taking her in fully. “Uhuh.” She nods, shaking Y/N’s hand softly.

“Okay.” She lets out a small laugh before pulling her hand away from Daisy’s weak grip. “I really have to get going, but I’ll see you around, maybe.” Y/N waits for a couple of seconds before walking away.

“Yeah…” Daisy whispers, her eyes following her until she finally registers reality. “Wait what?” Her eyes widen as a visceral need to get the woman’s number comes over her. She desperately looks around to find the woman, but the sea of people has already hidden her from sight. “Shit.”

Daisy has no choice but to continue her way to Coulson, who called for her at least 30 minutes ago.

“Hey, Daisy?” Coulson’s hand waves in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”

Daisy sighs, coming out of her dreamland as she focused her gaze on Coulson. “No, sorry AC.”

“What’s going on?”

Leaning her head over the back of the couch, Daisy smiles softly as she reminisces what happened not too long ago. “I bumped into someone, a woman, today. I don’t think I’ve seen her around before, because I’d definitely remember her if I had.”

“Someone finally caught your eye?” Coulson has a small grin on his face as he listens to her talk.

“What do you mean finally?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes before going to explaining. “She was so beautiful and nice, so cute, and I was acting so weird around her.” Daisy lays her hand over her face, a small grimace on it. “But I couldn’t help it! I got completely mesmerized by her.”

Though Coulson wanted to tease her at first, his grin turns into a genuine smile. Daisy hasn’t really paid attention to people after everything that happened with Ward and then Lincoln, so he is truly happy for her.

“I didn’t get her number though.” She mumbles. “But her name is Y/N, do you know her?”

At the mention of her name, Coulson’s brows raise. “Y/N? About yay tall, great hair, smiling all the time?” He gestures with his hands, wanting to make sure they’re thinking about the same person.

“Yeah! So you do know her?”

“Ask her number from May. I’m banner from that duty since I apparently don’t know how to judge a person’s vibes well enough.” He says it as if it’s the moat ridiculous thing he has ever heard, but there’s fondness in his tone.

Daisy furrows her brows, now lifting her head up properly to watch Coulson. “You know her well? May too?”

“Mhm.” He smiles, his arms crossed over his chest. “She is our daughter.”

There is a prolonged silence as Daisy tries to wrap her head around the sentence. “Daughter? You-“ she opens and closes her mouth, her wide eyes stuck on Coulson’s grinning face. “I know you two are together, but long enough to have a whole adult daughter?”

“Very few people know.”

“Why wasn’t I one of those people?”

“Security reasons. Don’t worry, none of the people on the team know.” Coulson takes out his phone, informing May that Daisy is now aware of their daughter.

“But-“ Daisy huffs before shaking her head. “Philinda daughter…” she mumbles.

“Please don’t call her that. May might hurt you.” Coulson pats Daisy’s shoulder. “Do you want her number?”

“Yes! Yes, I want her number.”

“Go get it from May-“ Daisy is already on her feet, “she is getting the bus ready.” And Daisy is gone, leaving Coulson to chuckle by himself.

[cosmicqvake]

Something I’ll never get over:

May looking at Coulson as Daisy talks about how happy she is with Sousa. For one, in a “proud parent” type of way- because look at their kid! She’s all grown up!

But also, it’s almost like she’s fantasising about what she could’ve had with Coulson. That the happiness that Daisy and Sousa have is what they could’ve had too, maybe in some other universe.

I shall never get over them, you guys.

Philinda STAY breaking my heart, always and forever.

[afteriwake]

Christmas cactus -- Philinda

So this starts fluffy and then...isn't? But it's still a melancholy sort of sweet. I killed Coulson for real in this one, so Major Character Death warning.

The Christmas Present/Housewarming Gift - Phil and Melinda get a Christmas Cactus as a Christmas present/housewarming gift. Melinda is left to take care of it when Phil passes away.

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“This has nothing to do with Christmas,” Melinda said, looking at the plant. “So why the hell is it called a Christmas cactus?”

“Probably because it’s green with red flowers,” Phil said, taking a look at it. “But you have a black thumb so it will be dead in a few weeks.” Melinda punched his shoulder, not much harder than a lovetap, and he grinned at her. “It’s the thought that counts. And besides, we could use some plant life around here.”

“Black thumb, remember?” she said, throwing his jab at her back at him. “But...it’s nice. It was a nice housewarming gift, especially considering the season.”

“Well, just remember, I like plants,” he said, lifting it up and carrying it to the kitchen counter. “I’ll look up how to take care of it and you can leave it to me.”

--

Phil hadn’t lasted long, but the cactus had lasted longer. The illness caused by whatever the hell had been done to him had taken its toll, but slowly, and she’d treasured their time together. The house had been filled with more plants before he passed, but he’d always paid special attention to the Christmas cactus, the Christmas present-slash-housewarming gift that she’d thought she’d kill within a few weeks.

But she’d watched. She’d picked up how to care for all the plants, but even though he was gone from her world now, she was bound and determined to prove she could keep the plant alive, because as long as it was alive, a bit of Phil was, too.

He hadn’t lasted a year, but when the cactus hit a year, she lit a small votive candle nearby the cactus in remembrance “My black thumb didn’t kill your favorite plant, Phil. Aren’t you proud of me?” she said, smiling warmly as the small candle illuminated the red flowers and green leaves. After a few minutes she blew out the candle and watered the plant. If the plant was going to keep living it’s best life, she had to take care of it, just like she needed to take care of herself. That’s what Phil would want most.

[sunflowerromcom]

Take Care of Her by sunflowerromcom

“I don’t have much time,” the woman said with urgent desperation in her tone that pushed Melinda’s thoughts of masks and HYDRA aside. “You have to listen to me.”

For the slightest second, Melinda’s stance eased. If this wasn’t an imposter wearing a mask, who the hell was she? Why did she look like her? What the hell was going on? Clenching her jaw, she raised her gun back up.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I have her,” said her double, and Melinda lowered her gaze, watching her doppelgänger unzip her oversized jacket. Melinda’s jaw fell open slightly. There, wrapped against the woman’s chest, was a baby. “I need you to take her before I run out of time.”

Philinda AU

[fictionaltrvlr-fics]

strength || philinda

Summary: little filler moment between Coulson and a slightly injured May. Set somewhere around the end of season five (spoilers!!) as Coulson is grappling with his impending doom. Inspired by this prompt:

“I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “I can stand. That’s enough.” “You’re leaning against the wall.” “I’m okay.” Person B walks over and hesitantly slides A’s arm over their shoulder. “You don’t need to pretend around me. I’m not going to let you down.” “That didn’t even cross my mind.”“Then why lie?” “I want. I want to be strong for you.” “I already know that you are.” (source)

Warnings: none really, spoilers for season five, a little sad but also sweet.

Words: 1,003

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Coulson sat in the disorganised space, trying to find something useful for the next stage of this ridiculous plan. Of all the cockeyed, deluded, unfathomably impossible-

He sighed. When had “impossible” ever stopped them before? He could hear the others shuffling around a few rooms over, taking stock after the latest incident, making sure all limbs were still attached.

The other “impossible” rose up in his mind as he glanced at the makeshift desk and the crumbled paper that lay there, laughing at him. He shook his head. Not the time.

A noise from the doorway brought his attention to a grinning May standing against the frame.

“You look like you’re trying to figure out time travel,” she joked at his clouded expression and he grimaced slightly. She could always read him.

“I’ll leave that to the British divison,” he answered.

An indignant, “I’m Scottish!!!” came from the other room and the two agents shared a silent laugh as May took a faltering step into the room, closing the door behind her.

Coulson eyed her suspiciously. She caught the look, and before he could say anything, she interjected with, "I'm fine, Director. Don’t look at me like that."

He internally questioned how accurate the title was anymore, but didn’t mention it.

“You don't look fine."

"Thanks,” she deadpanned. “I can stand, Phil. That's enough."

"You're leaning against the wall,” he pointed out helpfully.

"Shut up."

Coulson’s head cocked slightly, the concerned amusement evident on his face. He walked over and slid her arm over his shoulders.

He took her weight and said somewhat awkwardly, “You don't need to pretend around me. I'm not going to let you down."

“That’s clearly not the issue here."

"Then why lie?,” he asked as he helped her sit on the crates they’d been using as chairs.

She sighed, her eyes flicking back to the door, confirming that they would not be overheard.

“These kids need us to be strong. I am strong. I don’t break. Not ever. We can’t, you know that. Besides, with everything-“ She cut herself off abruptly, turning her head to study his face. She found it attentive and reluctantly continued, “You’ve had a hard year too. The kids aren’t the only ones I need to be strong for.”

The agent next to her had clearly let his guard down, otherwise his shock would not have been so easily detected.

Coulson was silent for a breath as he processed what May has said. Had he made her feel that way? That she needed to be strong for him? That was so far from his mind, he hadn’t even considered it. He relied on her of course, she was indispensable. They had always held each other together, stolen moments, the occasional drink; but they had both become so distracted lately.

Or, rather, he had become distracted, since apparently she was so clearly aware of what he needed her to be. He spent every waking moment with his impending death gnawing at him as he intentionally drowned it out. He had tried to write goodbyes but they all felt so… hollow. So disingenuous.

What was one to say in such a circumstance? You were always important to me. No. Too stale. And yet “I love you” was something he had not said in a very long time. He did feel it. For Daisy. For FitzSimmons. For his entire team. They were his family. Even Deke had grown on him. But to just say it was awkward, clunky.

And yet, if he let himself admit it, he felt love for the woman stood beside him. He had accepted it far before she had.

But she had married, so he sat back, telling himself that friendship was enough. That working together was at least better than not having her in his life.

And then everything had gone to hell, and they both told themselves that stolen moments were enough.

And now here she was, being strong for him? Proving herself? Or protecting him?

"I already know that you’re strong, May.” His voice was soft, and yet also somehow slightly scolding. What they had went mostly unspoken; never mind how painfully obvious it was to anyone who saw the two of them.

She was smiling slightly, and he could see the plotting behind her eyes. He knew the team was determined not to let him go. He was trying to prepare them, and he he knew that, eventually, they would have to accept it.

But May… May never liked to just accept things.

“What?,” he questioned, a teasing lilt to his voice as he tried to puzzle out what she was thinking.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Never mind. We finish this, properly, then I’ll answer you questions. Okay?”

He held her gaze as he nodded. “I suppose I can live with that.”

“Good,” she nodded with a note of finality which Coulson knew meant they were done talking about it. For now, at least.

As May stood, his hand found her wrist and she froze.

“What happened? Did Simmons check you out?,” he asked, referencing her injury.

She looked bewildered for a moment before remembering that she was, actually, in pain. She waved dismissively.

“It’s nothing.” Coulson made to counter her when she cut him off. “No, Phil, really. Or nothing to be done about it anyway, I’ll find some pain killers.” She had turned around and was gesturing over her shoulder as she confidently marched out the door; albeit with a slight limp. “Nothing broken or-“ Her voice faded as she disappeared down the hall.

Coulson rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off his seat and straightened his shirt. He might be the one dying, but somehow she was the one who never took care of herself. He followed her out, intent on ensuring that she would actually at least let him make sure she wasn’t bleeding or duct-taping herself back together. After all, injured agents were a liability on missions… yes, he told himself, that was why.

No other reason.

AN: hope you enjoyed 😊. It’s a bit random ig but I just thought the prompt fit them too well. I hope it’s not awkward, romance isn’t really my thing haha but I love these two 🤍

[bradfordchens]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the ever lovely @oliviassunrise - thank you friend!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

521

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

as of today i have posted 1,189,141 words, which makes me feel insane!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i have written for a lot of them, but the current three are the last of us (tess/joel), the hunger games (haymitch/effie), and fringe (peter/olivia).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

but home was a dream (one that i'd never seen until you came along) [jopper]

i am still looking (even when i look away) [kate/yelena]

this is home [philinda & philindaisy]

your heart is a masterpiece [melinda & daisy]

how everything still turns to gold [tessjoel]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do!! i'm terrible at it and usually very late but i cherish every single person who leaves me a comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably confined, where tess is captured by fireflies and has no hope of escape.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably my tessjoel summer anthology fic!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not usually? if i do i'll just delete it and move on, tbh.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do lmao it is a majority of what i write nowadays if i'm being honest?? i did kinktober and had an absolute blast, especially because i wrote some kinks i never had before.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i have! i've written plenty of marvel crossovers, but the silliest one was wayyyy back in my ncis days- i wrote a jenny shepard/bruce wayne crackship fic, haha.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?? if i do i don't know about it lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

back in my sons of anarchy days i used to rp gemma/clay, does that count?

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm gonna be honest- i don't have one. i love each ship so deeply in the moment that it always feels like the all-time favorite! like right now, it's tessjoel. but two years ago it was jopper. before that, it was philinda. before that, riverdoctor. and so on, and so forth. i just love what i love, man.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Honestly, my maydaisy + avengers au that has sat unfinished since 2017 haha. i had such a great plan for it and then aos broke my heart and i got discouraged. i really should go back to it because melinda + the avengers is my favorite thing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

description. i have a very flowery writing style that lends itself better to descriptive scenes.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

starting too many projects for my pea brain to keep up with

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i've added bits and pieces of other languages to my fics before and it is always after intense googling, haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

NCIS, for my beloved jenny/gibbs <3

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

this is so tough!! i have been writing for nearly half my life now so i've written so much. but i really really loved i lost a part of me out there, a tessjoel time travel au borrowed from one of my favorite tessjoel writer's verses. i think it's some of my favorite writing ever. but also the jopper marriage law fic (my top kudos fic) is my absolute pride and joy.

tagging @wardenannie @sassymajesty @professortennant @wistfulwatcher and anyone that wants to do this <333

[ten-cent-sleuth]

for the fic writees ask, 49? (im reading a galling yoke so i hope youll talk about the next chapter 😂😂) and also 15 33 and 41 bc im curios

What’s your favourite AU that you’ve written?

My best AUs are for Philinda lol. My favourite is Committed to the Cause, a POTUS/USSS one with Coulson as the president and May as his head of security.

If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

My ideal chapter length to write is 4–7k, which is also about my ideal chapter length to read. Maybe my reading ideal is on the shorter end, so more like 3–5k, but gfhjsgdhs that’s not too big a difference.

Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

There are a few that come to mind. The main ones are literally anything by @indilwenofmirkwood (but especially What Makes Her Tick, which can be read here on AO3 and here on FFN) and Kismet by @midnightlovestories (can be read here on AO3) for how they developed plot/romance, analysed my comfort character, and got some whumpy goodness snuck in there. The former is for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. while the latter is for The Addams Family.

Feel for You by @parksanddownton603 (can be read here on AO3) made me fall in love with a specific tone of AU and gave me the motivation to try my hand at writing an AU like they did (also for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.). On the flipside, Defensive Wounds by @rebecca-in-blue (can be read here on FFN) is an in-universe fic but I greatly admire the characterisation in it and would love to know and honour my blorbos as well as they do. It’s for NCIS.

Another one for the Addamses, Human by @unhappychildhavingfun (can be read here on AO3) packs the kind of emotional, meaningful punch that I want my writing to throw. Though I also aspire to churn out numerous one-shots that just put my guys in situations the way @suallenparker does (if I must name particulars, the ones that affect me the most in this way have been Bulletproof, Lifeline, Safe and Sound, Liar, Mayism, Second Chances, and Being Someone Else, all for Philinda hfjsgdhhd).

And can’t play dead by @widespindriftgaze (can be read here on AO3) is…simply some of the best creative writing I’ve ever read. I love how they dabble in various, sometimes small/short-lived fandoms; I long to do that.

Welp, that was more than a few.

I hope the authors don’t mind being tagged—I wanted anyone who reads this post to be able to click onto your blog directly, but if you’d rather I not tag you, let me know and I’ll neutralise the ping right away. Sorry!!

(And of course, the one you’ve been waiting for, anon—)

What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I am currently working (well, focusing) on A Galling Yoke, my Sherlock Holmes x Reader exes-/friends-to-lovers casefic. (It was actually supposed to be enemies-to-lovers lolol.) I’m like a third or so into Part 12, and I’ve got like seventeen chapters planned total plus an epilogue. Exciting stuff!!

And hey, you want a few lines? >:P

“No.”

“Mr Holmes, I cannot impose—”

“It shall not happen!”

You straightened in your seat, shoulders tensing. Sherlock groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

“I meant not to be…domineering,” he said. “But […] am I not to assume that you came here…for a reason?”

He and you looked at each other for a long, open moment.

I grabbed that out of the middle of a conversation for Maximum Suspense. I cut out […] because what I have written there currently is a bit of a placeholder. There was another part I wanted to share because it’s got a long quote from Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton”, but I figured that excerpt was a tad too spoilery. I’m sure you guys will prefer this romantic tension anyway. ;P

Thank you, and please feel free to send in more!

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Has anyone else thought about the parallels between that line from Goncharov (1973): “If you loved me you wouldn’t have missed” and AoS in terms of lovers sacrificing each other?

Like, in Goncharov it’s used as a tool to emphasize the complicated relationship Katya and Goncharov have and the repressed yet truer love between Andrey and Goncharov, but if you look at it in terms of AoS?

This line fits Philinda especially well, during season 2 when Coulson wanted May to kill him to avoid a worse fate. He told her as much: if you care about me, you have to kill me. And to show him that she loved him, she agreed. If she loved him, she wouldn’t miss. Idk I think about this parallel a lot.

[suallenparker]

19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were - Philinda

"This isn't funny," she said and pouted.

Melinda May pouted. In his kitchen. And it was adorable.

Phil pulled up his shoulders and walked around his kitchen island. "It's a little funny," he said, unable to keep his smile at bay.

She huffed. "It's pathetic!"

Now he laughed. "It's just eggs, Melinda." Their burning scent was what had woken him up and brought him here.

She looked at the mess she had just pulled off the stove. "And the pan, too."

"I'll buy you a new one to ruin."

Questionnaire

[isolus-girl]

oo tell us about the "Vulnerable" one?

Vulnerable is my provisional title for my teen!Skye AU fic. It tells the story of Philinda coming together and ultimately fostering Skye. It's about their individual journeys as people, as well as them coming together as the beautiful found family we know and love! Packed full of familiar characters - it touches on some angsty areas, but the aim is to make it as uplifting and fluffy as is possible and appropriate!

Here's a snippet for you:

Skye was curled up, asleep under the blanket. The edge was clenched tightly under a fist, but it did appear her limbs were properly relaxed for the first time in hours. His heart ached as he watched her chest rise and fall. Her dark hair fluttered slightly with each gentle release of breath. She looked so tiny and vulnerable covered up like that. If only there was a way to protect her from the darkness in the world, to ensure she always looked as relaxed as she did in this moment.

Thanks for asking!

[madness-of-alice]

#melinda may#phil coulson#philinda#philindaedit#aosedit#agents of shield#DO YOU EVER CRY ABOUT HOW MUCH THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER#LOOK AT THEIR BIG DUMB HEART EYES#IT'S AMAZING HE CAN SEE ANYTHING AT ALL WITH THOSE GIANT HEARTS IN HIS EYES#SAME FOR YOU MELINDA MAY LOOK AT YOUR GODDAMN HEART EYES#THESE BEAUTIFUL POTATOES IN LOVE#HER LITTLE SMILE#YOU GUYS LIVED TWO LIVES AND IN BOTH THOSE LIVES YOU MAKE HEART EYES AT EACH OTHER#THAT GIVES ME L I F E#DO YOU HEAR ME#L I F E#coulson x may#mystuff (via @virginiachance)

Agents of H.E.A.R.T.E.Y.E.S.  😍 😍 😍

[themculibrary]

Blanket/Pillow Forts Masterlist

A First Time for Everything (ao3) - RiotFalling bucky/tony G, 577

Summary: "You've seriously never done it?" Bucky demands, one eyebrow raised.

"Um, no?"

"Well now we have to!"

"You can't be serious," Tony says with a laugh, but he knows that determined tone all too well.

Sure enough, Bucky is already pushing himself up off the couch and marching towards the hall closet like a man on a mission.

All I need is you (and a few blankets) (ao3) - skyeicer (browneyedgenius) G, 145

Summary: Philinda and blanket forts, with a dash of Daisy.

A Very Scientific Experiment (ao3) - Monstrous_Femme bruce/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony's built a pillow fort in one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spaceships. Needless to say, Fury is not pleased.

Blanket Fort Head Rubs (ao3) - RogueWolf steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: When they were little, Steve and Bucky used to build blanket forts all the time. Decades might have passed since then, but that doesn't mean anything to the two boys from Brooklyn.

Blanket forts (ao3) - Lookatallmyships peter/wade G, 305

Summary: Peter unlocks the door to his and Wade's apartment, and steps inside. He greeted with the sight of the furniture rearranged together, and what has to be every single blanket in the house draped over top, creating a fort.

Blanket Forts and Dramatic Effect (ao3) - HKThauer bucky/darcy G, 302

Summary: Darcy wants to know why there are so many blankets are on her couch. She doesn't get an answer.

But With Fewer Minotaurs (ao3) - RiotFalling bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: "What, you've never seen a blanket fort?"

"This is more like a blanket castle."

"Do you want to enter the blanket structure or not?" Tony demands, and Bucky refuses to let himself think of the pout on Tony's face as adorable.

Close Enough (ao3) - frog_wlw bruce/thor G, 833

Summary: Thor and Bruce comfort each other

Day (ao3) - thenigotthisfamily (guitarplayer3) G, 4k

Summary: A look at an entire day in the lives of Natasha and Yelena while Natasha is on the run.

Hold the Fort (ao3) - sunalso T, 877

Summary: Set near the end of S2. With Bobbi still in the infirmity, Hunter needs a safe place to hide. Coulson agrees.

I'll Share My Blanket Fort with You (ao3) - orderlychaos clint/phil T, 1k

Summary: Clint smiled. “Stay here then,” he suggested. “We’ll make a blanket fort.”

Phil hummed. “That sounds good.”

When the morning is too tough to face, Clint and Phil make a blanket fort, and then Clint asks a question that might just change his life.

Pillow Fort (ao3) - startrekkingaroundasgard bucky/tony N/R, 2k

Summary: Bucky finds Tony in a state of severe sleep deprivation and enlists his help to build a pillow fort in the hope that that might finally get him to sleep.

Pillow Forts (ao3) - geoffox steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Bucky's building forts again. Hold onto your hats everyone.

Smother Me (ao3) - deepspaceprincess steve/bucky G, 858

Summary: Bucky makes Steve a blanket fort after he gets into an accident.

Stitches (ao3) - suyari steve/bucky G, 490

Summary: Blanket forts had changed in construction in seventy years - or perhaps it was simply the construction materials. Bucky really didn’t remember much, but he absorbed it all with a professional eye as he went, unable to stop after years of conditioning. Steve didn’t mention it, merely lead him to the middle and settled down.

Surround Me With Warmth and Hope (ao3) - BrokenHazelEyes steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky was curled up around a thick, fluffy pillow, and other pillows and blankets were arranged around him in an almost nest-like manner. The man had bags under his eyes, and was fast asleep. Steve didn’t have the heart to wake him and ask why there was a fort taking up a large section of the room, nor the heart to leave and grab his phone and get a picture. --- In which Bucky builds a pillow/blanket fort and cuddles ensue.

This Is Not a Drill: Blanket Fort (ao3) - roguefaerie bucky/clint/steve M, 100

Summary: They get a bigger bed, and Bucky is already making plans for how to use it well. But first he knows what they all need. A blanket fort.

What’s the Worst that Could Happen? (ao3) - LibbyWeasley lance/jemma T, 679

Summary: Jemma comes home to a blanket fort. What’s the worst that could happen?

won't let go (ao3) - sapphirescribe steve/tony G, 504

Summary: Most nights Steve can just rest his hand over Tony's chest, feel his arm rise and fall with Tony's breaths, comforted in the knowledge that the person most important to him in the world is alive and well.

You'd Make me the Happiest Man (ao3) - DepressingGreenie steve/tony G, 300

Summary: Steve and Tony finally get a break from their busy schedules. It might just be the chance Tony has been waiting for...

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