#radar : uh … no sir

[hawkeyeslaughter]

henry genuinely thinks his office is haunted for like a solid month because hawktrap bribes radar to go in and move the skeleton a little every night

[honeyshiddendesire]

Office Secrets

Chapter One: Wine Spills and Bright Ideas

Summary: You hated office parties but when your boss personally invites you then the fun and long list of secrets begin. 

Characters: CEO! Trafalgar Law x EMPLOYEE! Reader

Warnings: 18+ !! flirting! Law catches reader in undies! Mentions of masturbation and sex! Reader can’t stand her coworkers! FEMALE reader! 

Masterlist

You were the employee who kept to herself, you ate alone, kept the small talk, if any, to a minimum, hell you even skipped out on all the office parties. You tried to stay low on everybody’s radar because despite working in the same office for a number of years you didn’t want these people to be anything more than just coworkers. Friends? In the workplace? Yeah you’d rather smash your own head in then have these people know anything about you. You only needed this place for the big ass checks and you wanted to keep it that way. So for years you avoided every party that went on in your office, that was until your boss personally asked. 

You never spoke to him up close, his assistant Bepo, was always the one that handled things around the office most of the time so it shocked you when on your way out one day that he called your name. 

“Excuse me Y/N.” His deep voice made you freeze, the hair on your neck standing up as you slowly turned around. Your brain racing in different theories of why he would call your name, the fact that he even knew it made you nauseous. “Uh…yes sir. How can I help you?” You reply as you adjust your glasses to look up at him. 

“The party tonight.” He says simply not continuing and you just raise a brow. You watch his tattooed hands go to adjust his black tie and it makes your heart skip a beat, you never seen them so up close before. The word D E A T H  was on his fingers in black ink along with a weird symbol but you didn’t want him to catch you staring for too long or he might notice the drool coming out of your mouth. 

Ugh do men even understand how hot the tie thing is let alone adding some tattoos into the mix or maybe they do it on purpose as a trap. 

“Yes?” Your tone was an obvious question that made him give a small smirk. “I noticed they’re not your cup of tea but…” He pauses to look around, as if he was making sure the both of you were alone before he leaned down a bit toward you, his voice lower as he spoke again. “I would love to see you there.” You really didn’t want to go but with a man as handsome as him leaning down into your personal space with that charming smirk of his, the strong powerful scent of his cologne invading your nose, who were you to refuse. 

That’s how you found yourself currently standing in front of the mirror contemplating your choice in attire, almost regretting never going to one of these parties cause you had no idea what to wear. You wore a long loose blue sweater dress, blacked heeled boots with your hair slicked back into a ponytail. You could’ve cinched your waist with a belt but clothes showing off your curves wasn’t much of your speed, instead you left the sexy for underneath. You had quite the guilty pleasure when it comes to all things lingerie, you always took out some of each check just to splurge on a couple nice sets. No one ever got to see them but whenever you were feeling anxious about going to certain events you gave yourself a nice confidence boost with some pretty pieces underneath. 

So taking a deep breath you said fuck it and grabbed your purse, you were already running late so there was no point in changing now that you were already dressed. It wasn’t long to get to your job, that was always a plus in your eyes. Sighing as you parked into your usual spot, you rolled your eyes at the fact that your smoking hot boss was able to sway your decision so quickly. Why the hell did he even want you there so bad? 

“Fuck my life.” You mumble as you get out of your car and head into your office, glad that you at least were by yourself for a short moment on the elevator ride up. The sound of awful music playing loudly along with chatter among all your coworkers was heard the second the doors opened up making you mentally groan. You walked out with your eyes glancing around to spot a drink or something to wash down your growing nausea that this damn party was causing. You found the table that was full of soft drinks and food but none of it caught your eye like the bottle of moscato that was almost empty. Pouring the rest of the moscato it barely filled your glass which made you frown until you heard that same unmistakable voice speak to you.

“I’m sorry I should’ve brought more, I didn’t realize there was someone else who enjoyed moscato like I do.” Your boss observed with a tone of amusement from behind you that made you look in his direction. “Oh sir, it's not a problem at all.” You smile politely as you stare into those charming stormy grey eyes of his. 

“I’m glad to see you here.” Your boss smirked at your shocked expression and the way you fidgeted with your glass in your hands. “Thank you sir.”  You never had an issue with staring people in the eyes until your boss started speaking to you. One of his slender tattooed hands went up to run his fingers back in his hair, your eyes unable to look away from him, the glint of his gold earrings shining brightly making you wonder how they moved when he was railing someone in bed. Specifically you- but you were way too shy to ever make the first move when it came to that sort of thing. 

“You look beautiful.” He says as you take a sip of your wine nearly making you choke on the beverage. You miss how he licks his lips as you go to reach for a napkin to wipe your face, his mind racing with ravenous thoughts of you. “Sorry- thank you sir.” You mumble out awkwardly as you throw out the napkin in the can beside you. “So I have to ask…What usually happens at these office parties anyways?” 

You smile when you notice his grey eyes roll like beautiful storm clouds as he lets out a sigh, “Nothing besides me dying of boredom.” His voice whispered as he scanned the room and his admittance made your heart race with excitement. “Ah~ so I’m not the only one who hates these things.” You joke and he only nods. 

“The difference between you and me is that I have to attend. My father always said it was good for business if the owner shows a different side of himself to his employees.” Your boss tells you, his tone irritated but still holding amusement which made you laugh. Leaning over a bit to keep the conversation just between the two of you, “Okay so tell me why I had to come here if I’m not the CEO like you.” Your boss only chuckles as he once again gets closer. 

“Because if I had to suffer alone one more time at these stupid parties I’ll end up on the news.” His joke makes you laugh louder than you expect which catches the eyes of some of your female coworkers who instantly give you dirty looks when they notice the hot boss talking with you. “Oh my god seriously? I’m just your insurance policy so you don’t burn the place down huh?” You joke back and he nods his head, a smirk on his face as he looks down at you. “Keep that between us okay? Shh people are coming over.” He says making you frown as you turn your head to spot the office birds flying over. 

“Oh my goodness Y/N I never thought I’d live to see the day you actually attend something.” The woman known as Sharon says, ugh that woman’s god forsaken voice could make paint peel in a second. “So anyways what’s so funny. I love a good joke.” 

“Wasn’t anything worth repeating.” Your boss says making you inwardly cheer at your shared secret. “How are you enjoying yourself Sharon?” He asks and you can’t help but notice how his body tenses up, his voice losing the amusement that he showed you just moments ago. 

“I’m having a great time Mr. Law, I just love~ how you always attend.” She tells him and his mouth goes in a tight line, a vein in his forehead threatening to pop at her comment. “Well it is my office. Can’t leave you all to yourselves now can I.” Sharon must have thought he was trying to be funny because she laughs like a mad woman, her arm going out to slap yours and in the process knocking her glass of wine all over you. Red fucking wine might I add. 

“Fuck!” You say out of pure natural reaction feeling the cold wine soak your whole front. 

“Goodness I’m so sorry I’m such a clutz sometimes. You should really go take care of that, you don’t want to ruin that fun sweater you’re wearing.” Sharon says with a sassy tone, the use of the word fun clearly a jab at your attire. 

Fucking bitch, you found yourself thinking but unfortunately you just had to smile. “Yeah I’ll go do that no problem. You should probably take it easy though or everyone might get the impression that you’re a messy drunk.” You bite out with a fake smile as you head to the ladies room, missing the way your boss has to hold in his laugh at your remark. You instantly flooded Law’s thoughts the second you walked away, the woman yapping away in front of him but he couldn’t care less. From behind him he heard some other females talking about how annoying they thought you were, or how you thought you were too good to ever attend these sorts of things and that you deserved Sharon’s wine all over you.�� It was Sharon making a joke about you that had his thoughts stop in their tracks. 

“Excuse me?” Law said, making Sharon halt her words with wide eyes. “Sir I was just joking, it’s just harmless hazing. It was only a little bit of wine.” Law’s breath came out sharp as his eyes lowered into a glare that made her blood run cold. “I didn’t realize I hired someone so disrespectful in my company.” He snaps as his fists ball up in his pockets, his eyes watching you go down the hallway towards the bathrooms in the back. 

Heading into the bathroom you peel off your dress angrily shoving it into the sink and under some cold water. That bitch must’ve just poured herself a full glass since there was so much on the front of your dress. You just bought the damn thing and you highly doubt that it would be fixed, “Dammit.” You used your nails to scrub against the fabric completely stopping when you heard the door, which you thought you locked, suddenly open. 

“Y/N I wanted to ask-oh uh.” Law, your boss immediately paused as he saw you bent over the sink with your dress off trying to get the wine stain out. He knew you would be trying to get it out; he just never expected you to take the whole dress off leaving you in that lacy embroidery you were currently wearing. His eyes were unable to look away at the different color flowers that did nothing to hide your nipples and your pussy, he could tell the lingerie was for sex appeal definitely not for coverage. The garter on your mid section connected to leg rings that squished your soft thighs and suddenly he was never more jealous of a piece of fabric in his life like he was now.  

“Sir!” You shouted his name like three times till your voice had to get louder, his beautiful grays finally looking back up at you in shock. “This is a lawsuit, you know.” You say to him putting a hand on your hip, no point covering up since he already got a good eyeful of all your special bits. “Shit! Shit - I’m sorry, you’re right.” He panics but for some reason his body won’t seem to turn away, his eyes dropping down to look at you over one more time. A curse coming out of his mouth in a raspy breath that made you smirk as you called out to him again. His body finally cooperates as he turns to face the door but doesn’t leave, his face heating as his brain recalls everything over at superspeed. “I had to ask you a question but- are the women here usually so catty with you?” 

Law’s question had your brows raise before your face dropped into a frown, your hands going to shut off the water with a sigh. “Yeah but I don’t give a fuck. They try to see who can get under my skin but all this place is to me is a fat ass check.”

“I see.” Law says making you mumble a ‘sorry’ but he only chuckles, “Why be sorry I should be the one to apologize? I can understand now why you hate these things.” You throw on your dress after you ring it out as best as you can but still some of the wine remains. You walk towards the man, the sound of your heels making Law stand up taller at the sound.

 “So Mr. Law you let me in on your little secret of hating office parties so maybe we can add this ordeal onto the growing list huh?” You joke as you go to step in front of him, leaning in close, his tanned cheeks heating up as you smile at him. “Sorry again. It seems like I owe you a raise.” 

“HA! If that’s your way of trying not to get me to sue for sexual harassment then it’s a deal but-I’m still heading home. I enjoyed our banter though  sir. I must say I’m shocked you noticed me despite my skills at trying to stay off the radar.” You say as he opens the bathroom door for you, both walking down the hallway back toward the office. “Actually it’s because you try so hard to remain unnoticed that I noticed you.” He smirks and it makes you fidget a bit as he stares down at you. “Oh I see nothing gets by you then. I’ll see you next week sir.” He just nods and you turn quickly to grab your purse off your desk and head out of this dreadful place, your boss’ eyes staring you down as you walk away. 

The image of you in that beautiful lace was making his body hot, and if he so happened to think about you in it while he fisted his cock between his hands later on then that was his business. It’s not like you needed to know that as he laid in bed that whole weekend that the thoughts of you only grew stronger, or that he pictured what would’ve happened if he bent you over the bathroom sink. The filthy thought of just coming up behind you to push those lacy panties to the side as he shoved his long cock into your dripping pussy made him groan into his elbow. Thinking of one of his tattooed hands having to cover your mouth that would hopefully spill out lustful moans, picturing himself having to look over your shoulder to stare at your fucked out expression in the bathroom mirror. The way you’d moan out for him as he shoves a few fingers into your drooling mouth as he runs kisses along your neck with his hips moving at a rushed pace so neither of you would get caught. 

“Fuck-” Law finally groaned deeply as he came all over his black silk sheets, rolling his eyes at having to change them now but the carnal desires were just to powerful. The whole weekend was tortuous for him and here he was at 5 in the morning on a Monday needing a shower before work. At this rate he’ll be running late to his own business because of you and that only made him want to see you more. Dressing in his nicest all black suit he headed to the office the thought of you still plagued his mind. Now as he drove his fancy sports car he started to picture you riding him in the backseat making the tinted windows all steamy.  

“Fuck my life.” Law grumbles as he heads up the elevator, shock washing over him as he noticed you were the first one there. That was rare, usually you showed right on time so you wouldn’t be spotted. “Y/N I see you’re here early.” 

The sound of your boss making you go still, your cheeks growing warm as your brain replayed all the dirty fantasies that you came up with over the weekend. Turning in your desk chair you looked at him walking over toward you, that same amused smirk on his face just like at the office party. “Sorry sir, I hope that’s alright. I realized after going home that I still had something to add to my pitch for the meeting later.” Your honesty made Law groan as he ran a hand over his face. “Shit I might have to make you my second assistant because I forgot all about that.” He groaned as he leaned against your desk and you couldn’t help but smile at him being so relaxed whenever he was around you. Law always made sure to look so polished and strict around everyone but here he was letting his walls down with you for some reason.

“It must be rough with Bepo on vacation. He seems good at his job.” You say as you cross your legs, sitting back in your chair. You weren’t the most flirtatious woman around but there was no way you could miss the way Law’s eyes immediately dropped to your legs. His stormy eyes following up from your sexy stilettos all the way to the hem of your skirt, swallowing the lump that he suddenly felt in his throat. He couldn’t help but wonder if you had on another lingerie set, hidden from view and man was it getting hard to breath all of a sudden.

 “Mr. Law if you keep staring at me like that then people will think I earned that raise in some unsavory ways.” You smiled as you noticed his eyes snap up to your face. 

“Yes…that would be quite -unfortunate wouldn’t it.” He comes to mess with his tie as he licks his lips before giving you that damn smirk of his. “I guess if those unsavory things were to happen we’ll just have to add it to our list of little secrets don’t you think.” His words had your whole bravado shattered just as you thought you had him where you wanted him, he proved that he was a man always with a plan. Hearing the elevator ding Law stood up from your desk just before the door opened, saving the both of you from prying eyes. 

“Good morning Mr. Law.” The birds squealed out happily making him wave a hand, “Morning ladies.” Giving them a small wave and nod he turned to you giving you a charming wink before heading to his office across from you. You watched the man stroll to his office with his earlier statement in the forefront of your brain. Did he want to fuck me? Your face warm with the thought of him bending you over his desk made you take a deep breath to settle yourself. 

Hours passed before it was time for the meeting where you would be making your first big pitch. The project was a banquet to raise money for children who don’t know what it is to celebrate their birthdays because they don’t have the money that would allow them to do so.  Since it was the company's 30th anniversary coming up you thought it was the perfect time to finally speak your mind and throw in some ideas of your own. Instead of the company getting the gifts you figured it would be nice to give back you just hoped your boss would think so as well. 

Gathering your stuff you head into the meeting room, your anxiety growing and bringing the nauseous you tend to feel with it. This would be the first time you ever stood up in front of these fuckers and you were not happy about it, you wish you could just come up with the idea and tell him privately but nope. Every month there would be this project meeting where everyone would lay out their ideas at that moment. Now knowing that he dislikes these people coming to him all the time though it made sense, one meeting every month was better instead of everyone popping into his office all hours of the day. 

“Okay everyone, who would like to go first.” Law said as he sat at the head of the table leaning back in his chair, his face stern as he scanned the room until his eyes got to you where the corner of his mouth lifted a bit. Before you could raise your hand though Cheryl beat you to the punch, standing quickly before Law could even tell her too. 

“I had this super interesting idea if I may Mr. Law!” She squeals and Law only sighs as he clasps his hands on the table, “Well seeing as you already stood up.” There was an underlying irritation to his voice that she clearly didn’t catch and you only smiled down at the table holding in your laugh that threatened to spill. 

“Animals.” She says and puts her arms out to her side like she just pitched a million dollar idea. You couldn’t hold it in seeing her face with a cheesy grin that quickly dropped hearing you laugh. You tried hiding it with a cough but she just put her hands on her hips and gave you an eye roll. “What’s so funny Y/N? I doubt you have a better idea.” 

“Sorry my bad.” You say not wanting to laugh at her pitch; it was just her mannerisms that had you lose it. Law leaned forward now, his eyes looking at you intensely. “Now Y/N I like to treat my company as a family so I won’t tolerate any rude behavior so please why not share your pitch for the rest of us.” He was trying to sound stern and strict but he couldn’t hide that glint in his concrete eyes. Your eyes widened as you looked at the man giving you a scolding, your body heating up under his intense gaze and as much as you wanted to stay focused you just couldn’t help your mind from wandering. 

“Okay, as great as animals are- we just held a banquet for them a month ago to save animals from deforestation. It was a big hit but I was thinking of the children this time around.” You say standing up and walking over to the projector to insert your usb, your presentation popping up on the screen. “I was thinking with the company’s 30th birthday coming up that we could celebrate by holding a banquet to gather donations to send all kinds of gifts to kids for their birthdays.” 

“How is that better than animals exactly?” Cheryl spat out and you sighed. “I never said either or is better I was just saying that we already did a fundraiser for the animals these past two banquets. The banquet held for saving Koalas and the one for deforestation were both super big hits so I just thought maybe we could try something different.” You further explain and she just rolls her eyes, Amber doing the same when they locked eyes. 

“I just think since you’ve never really done much here that you should just wait and let the rest of us come up with the ideas like we usually do. What do you even do here?” Amber says and you just give her a ‘are you for real’ look that makes her huff. 

“I’ve been working here longer than the both of you and I do the same job you all do. That means I’ve seen endless fundraisers for animals, all of which are great but there’s nothing wrong with some new ideas.” You state back before carrying on, “Anyways- I think we could set up a whole website where you list a child’s name, age and things that they like along with your address and someone anywhere in the world can choose what and how much they want to send. As a company you already have so many people who can donate thousands and that would jump start the whole program. Just think of schools and parents being able to give every child a birthday gift and bringing joy that's immeasurable just over one present to make them feel special. Each gift would be sent out before the child’s birthday to ensure they have at least something to open along with a card with a special note for them to hold onto years to come.”  

You flip through all the slides and mock ups of the website that you came up with along with possible ads that you could put on different platforms to make the whole thing possible. You had thought of everything, there was no loophole, or loose end that you left and it had everyone stunned. You may have kept quiet for years but there was a reason, when an idea was too good you never wanted to spoil it by sharing it too early. After you finished speaking you waited for them all to vote like they usually did but Law just stood up clapping his hands for you. 

“Outstanding! Absolutely incredible. This is life changing. Imagine how one gift could drastically change the hope for a child who never thought someone cared. Think about what they could achieve.” 

“It’s just a dumb birthday gift.” Amber mumbles, pissed since she’s usually the one that makes the winning pitch in these meetings. 

Law held out a hand to silence her, “Enough. It’s more than a gift, it’s a symbol that people care, that despite the circumstances you live in there’s still something for you in this world. I love it. We need to work on this as soon as possible. I’ll call my investors, we need vendors and caterers, I’ll leave those to you Y/N. Anything she needs, all of you help her, it’s her idea so she’s the lead on this. No more nonsense fights and childish behaviour. Break for lunch first everyone. Great work Y/N. I’d like to have a word alone with you in my office, please.” As everyone leaves you unplug your usb and put it in your pocket to fix your papers before following your boss to his office.

Once in his modern designed office, you gasp as you notice the view of the brightly lit city shining like something out of a movie. “I must say you’ve been holding out on me Y/N.” Your boss leans down to whisper in your ear making you shiver as he catches you off guard. “I’m glad to see that your brain matches that beautiful face of yours.” His voice drips with seduction that threatens you to partake upon but all you do is turn your face to his with a sly smile. 

“I’m glad you think so sir.” His eyes glanced down to your lips before he backed away to lean against the front of his desk. “Y/N I have a secret I’d like to add to our list if that’s alright with you.” Smiling you give a nod making him continue, his tattooed hand going to fidget with his tie, not missing how your eyes watched with lustful intensity. “Are you sure you want to hear it? I might have to give you another big raise so you don’t sue.” Taking a step forward you tell him it’s okay and he only smirks as his eyes scan your body. 

“I really can’t stop thinking of you. Have dinner with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question and you both knew it, he knew you’d say yes, hell- even you knew you’d say yes. But you both had a good banter between the two of you so it was only right for you to walk toward him. You let your hand grab onto his tie gently pulling until he leaned closer, “Hmm you’re right sir. I think I will need that raise but- if you can show me a good time after dinner then I think we can settle a good deal.” 

“Son of a bitch.” Law breaths out shakily and it makes you smile at him, winking as you release him before heading to the door. “If you’ll excuse me sir I’ll be heading out for lunch. You can pick me up at 7, I’m sure you can look up my address.” 

You never felt as sexy as you did in that moment walking away, even your secret stash of lingerie couldn’t rival the way that Law made you feel. Your body was buzzing, you thought your heart would beat out of your chest and the grin that was plastered on your face just looked like excitement for the pitch that he praised you on. If only they knew the chemistry between the boss and you they would have a fucking field day but you could give two shits about these fucking snakes. That man was yours and when you have your sights on something you’ll break as many necks as you have to in order to get it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

future sepiroth accidentally mistakes cadet cloud for time traveller how does it go

*Cloud is a nervous, barely-competent cadet standing awkwardly beside a vending machine, clutching a protein bar and mentally preparing to not mess up today. And then Sephiroth appears beside him*

Sephiroth: Finally. There you are. I've been looking everywhere.

Cloud, mouth full of protein bar: mmMMph??

Sephiroth: You are the time-displaced version of Cloud Strife sent back to ensure the loop is broken and I don't become a godlike harbinger of planetary doom, correct?

Cloud, confused: …yes sir!

Sephiroth: Excellent. I knew it was you. That haunted look in your eyes. That mysterious, wind-swept aura. The way you stand like you carry the weight of destiny and joint inflammation. Classic signs.

*Cloud is shaking like a chihuahua—this Cloud, who has only ever carried a mop and mild anemia*

Sephiroth: Listen, there's no time to explain everything, but the situation is critical. Jenova's influence is accelerating. Hollander is dead, Genesis is off the radar, and the Nibelheim reactor is no longer stable. I've managed to delay the breach once, but the containment protocols are failing.

Cloud, panicking: Uh…they are??

Sephiroth: We have to get to Nibelheim. Now. If she takes hold of me—really takes hold of me—I need you to do what no one else can. You have to stop me. No hesitation. No mercy. Do you understand?

Cloud, 16, a cadet, absolutely starstruck: Y-yes, sir! Anything, sir!!

Sephiroth: Good. You remember the hidden path behind the reactor, use it to approach undetected. Rendezvous with Zack at the checkpoint. You'll both need to breach the second level before I arrive. You know the signal.

Cloud, sweating: The signal! Yes! Of course! I do!

Sephiroth: You'll have approximately ninety seconds to disable the tank. If I'm not back by then, assume I've been compromised and eliminate me. If Zack attempts to stop you, take care of him.

Cloud, visibly vibrating with anxiety and confusion: Yes, sir! I won't let you down!

*Sephiroth leaves, Zack walks up to Cloud*

Zack: Hey buddy, you okay? You look pale.

Cloud, crying: I have to kill Sephiroth.

Zack: HUH?

Cloud sobbing: I have to disable the reactor, meet you behind the water tower, breach containment, and then maybe—maybe—end our commander's life!

Zack: …..Okay. Let's back up. You can't just kill Sephiroth like that—

*Cloud suddenly roundhouse kicks Zack in the stomach and bolts*

Zack, wheezing on the floor: WHY.

[mintyys-blog]

peter parker x fem! stark! reader: under the radar

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff.

Peter Parker had faced many challenges in his young life: fighting alien armies, battling supervillains, and balancing high school with his superhero duties. But nothing compared to the challenge of sneaking around with you—Tony Stark’s daughter.

It wasn’t that your dad hated Peter. On the contrary, he thought Peter was a “good kid.” But when it came to dating you? Tony’s overprotective side came out in full force.

“No boys. Ever,” Tony had declared one evening as he worked in the lab. “Especially not boys in suits. Or boys with spider powers.” You had rolled your eyes, but you knew better than to argue.

That didn’t stop you and Peter, though.

Now, here you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room in the Stark Tower penthouse, eating Chinese takeout with Peter, who had swung over after patrol. You two had perfected the art of secrecy—using hidden elevator routes, hacking FRIDAY to erase security footage, and coordinating your schedules like you were running a covert ops mission.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Peter whispered between bites of lo mein. “I almost had a heart attack when Mr. Stark called me earlier. I thought he knew.”

“What did he say?” you asked, hiding your amused smile.

“He just asked if I could help him calibrate some tech. But I swear, the way he said it… It was like he was testing me.”

You chuckled, leaning closer to steal a bite from Peter’s container. “Relax. He has no idea.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully confident for someone who could lose her dating privileges forever if we get caught.”

“Peter, I’m already 18. Dad can’t ground me forever. Worst case, he just lectures me for a week straight.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who’ll end up on his no-fly list,” Peter muttered, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Just then, the door to your room slid open without warning.

“Hey, kid, have you seen my—” Tony’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the room and saw Peter sitting there, chopsticks frozen in mid-air, with you leaning against him.

You both froze. Time seemed to slow as Tony’s eyes narrowed, scanning the scene.

“Peter.”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaked, scrambling to his feet and nearly tripping over the takeout box. “I was just—uh—helping your daughter! With—uh—homework!”

Tony crossed his arms, giving Peter the patented Stark glare. “Homework. Right. Because I’m sure quantum mechanics requires Chinese food and sitting suspiciously close.”

“I can explain!” you cut in, standing up and putting yourself between Peter and your dad.

“Oh, I’m all ears,” Tony said, his tone deceptively calm. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you two have been sneaking around behind my back.”

Peter’s face turned an impressive shade of red. “I-I wasn’t—”

“Dad, stop!” you interrupted, exasperated. “Peter and I are dating, okay? And we didn’t tell you because you’d overreact—like you’re doing right now!”

Tony stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’re right. I’m overreacting.”

“Wait… really?” you and Peter said in unison. This was new. Was that really your dad? The same one that forbids you from dating? That freaked out when a sophomore asked you out in your freshman year.

“Yes, really,” Tony replied, giving Peter a pointed look. “But don’t think for a second I’m happy about this. Parker, you hurt her, and you’ll wish Thanos snapped you out of existence. Got it?”

Peter nodded so fast you thought his neck might snap. “Got it. Absolutely. Sir.”

Tony turned back to you, his expression softening. “And you—you could’ve just told me. I don’t like it, but I trust you. And… I guess Parker’s not the worst choice. At least he’s already terrified of me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Peter into a quick hug. “Thanks, Dad.”

Tony grumbled something about needing a drink and left the room, leaving you and Peter standing in stunned silence.

“Well, that was terrifying,” Peter whispered, glancing at the now-closed door.

You turned to him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “See? I told you he’d come around.”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, relief washing over his face. “I don’t know how you’re so calm right now. My heart’s still racing.”

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Maybe this will help.”

Before Peter could respond, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. His hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer as he melted into the kiss. For a moment, everything else—your dad, the secrecy, the nerves—faded away, leaving just the two of you.

When you finally pulled back, Peter’s cheeks were flushed, and he had the dopiest grin on his face.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft. “That definitely helped.”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “Told you.”

And for the first time in weeks, you both felt like you could finally breathe.

[statisticalcats2]

It was just supposed to be a fairly simple time travel mission (or as simple as time travel can be anyway) for Peter. He'd be in close range of pre-Iron Man Mr. Stark at some high end party but he honestly didn't think anything of it. Peter wasn't someone who had to go out of his way to be under the radar, he wasn't noteworthy. He was beneath notice. But Mr. Stark did notice him. Peter didn't know how he had inadvertently caught the eye of his not-a-hero-yet mentor but suddenly his mission became sidetracked as he found himself unable to escape Mr. Stark's attentions. "And who are you?" "Uh, Peter P... Reilly. Peter Reilly, Mr. Stark, sir." "I'd say to call me Tony but I gotta admit, I like the way you say my name. Come dance with me?" "Oh... no, I couldn't, I wouldn't want to keep you from anything important..." "You're important right now." "I-" "Just say yes." "....Yes, Mr. Stark."

@pparkerbingo - B2: time travel

@tstarksbingospectacular - O4: "Just say yes"

[serpercival]

iiiiiiiiif you’re still taking kiss prompts…. piercintyre #9 👀

YAYY HI GOOFO. ngl "in public" is tough for two guys living in a military camp in the 1950s so this one's short and sweet :3

traphawk, in public

“So how’d that thoughtful wife quiz turn out?” Hawkeye asked as he slipped into his seat next to Trapper in the mess tent.

Trapper hummed around his eggs and scooted closer, pressing their thighs together. “Said I could learn to do better. Apparently I’m not providing enough public affection. Gotta let my man claim me, you know how it goes.”

Hawkeye considered. The way Trapper was looking at him, a held-in laugh tilting up the corners of his mouth and mischief in his eyes, this had to be some kind of game. A test. How far was he willing to push it? How far could he push it?

He started the long process of pushing around his breakfast until he could stomach it. “I have been feeling neglected. A thoughtful wife wouldn’t let that happen, would she?”

Trapper snickered, leaned over, and kissed Hawkeye on the temple.

Radar faltered where he was about to set down his tray across from them. “Uh, can I get you two sirs something? Like a blanket to put over that so’s nobody sees?”

“Ah, come on, Radar,” Trapper said, gesturing him down into his seat. “You ain’t never seen a mommy and daddy who love each other very much?”

Radar looked like he was about to throw up or run away. “Says you.”

[ambroziadelphine]

Patience and Time(Bucky x Rancher!Reader) Part 2

Part 1

“Sir, radar is detecting a solid invisible wall-like structure in our direct path.” The pilot said as Nick looked up, walking over before he nodded.

“Take us through.” He said as Steve looked at him in slight alarm.

“Sorry, did you just tell him to fly us through a wall?” He asked as Nick snickered and looked out the windshield, Steve giving me a slightly worried look before we both stood up and watched the blue ocean in front of us. Fury ignored Steve, taking the radio from the plane and pressing the button to speak.

“Ms. Martinez?” He asked, a few silent seconds passing of Steve and I standing there in confusion before a female voice suddenly echoed through our heads, an almost smooth static to her voice.

“Hello, Nick. It’s been a while.” She said, Nick smiling softly as he chuckled. A strange feeling came over me, almost like my head was lighter, my conscience didn’t feel as heavy as the voice passed through my head.

“I doubt it’s felt too long to you.” He mused before a small image started to appear in front of the plane.

“Maybe, but I’m not the one with an eternal deadline.” She laughed, her voice was light, kind and calm. She reminded me of someone. A comforting feeling washed over me as I watched an island come into view, the blue of the ocean and sky almost melting away as we passed through the wall, the radar beeping in warning as we did. “I’ll meet you in the field, just head to the left and you’ll see it.” She said, before that comforting feeling vanished and I frowned, Fury turned back to us with a smirk before his eyes turned to the pilot.

“You heard her. To the left.” He said, the pilot doing as told before, we saw a huge flower field, a small area cleared with a road leading to it as someone rode down into the flattened spot. “Land right in there.” He said, all of us landing only moments later, the doors opening slowly as Steve and I picked up our bags, Fury being the first to walk out. The sun was bright as well after being in that dark plane, my eyes squinting as I adjusted to the light, the sound of galloping and horses coming closer before a large horse drawn wagon rode up to us, the rider had a large brimmed hat on with a large light green cloak. The rider got off, petting the huge stallion pulling the wagon before walking up to us, shadows from their hat blocking their face; Nick had a small smirk on his face as we stepped onto the dusty dirt landing spot, the sir was sweet, the smell of the flowers left a calming feeling in me as I slowly adjusted, looking round to see forests surrounding the large field on all sides, a small opening veering off where the dirt road lead, a large mountain on the opposite side of the island making the landscape just breathtaking.

“Flora, it’s good to see you again.” Fury said as the rider and him approached each other, surprising us as they actually hugged, though it was still brief as anyone would expect. The rider chuckled as they parted, taking off her hat as she smiled. I felt my body freeze at her, having expected a very very old, possibly dying grandma, but instead she looked the complete opposite; she was young, like under 30 kind of young, and she had the most beautiful long wavy brown hair and stunning orange eyes.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Nick.” She said with a wide smile, looking over at us as her smile seemed to grow a bit. “And you two must be Bucky and Steve.” She said as I stared at her, Steve giving me a slight nudge and smirk as I coughed, trying to cover up my surprise and the blush spreading on my face as Fury and her walked over to us.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Martinez. I’m Steve Rogers.” Steve said as she chuckled, an amused look in her eyes.

“Pleasure to meet you, Steve. And Flora is just fine, thank you.” She said before she turned to me and I felt my palms suddenly get clammy, her fiery eyes were mesmerizing as they almost seemed to flow like molten golden copper.

“I-uh..” I cleared my throat as I cringed at my nervous tone. “I’m Bucky Barnes, Ms-” She squinted her eyes at me before I realized my mistake. “Flora.” I finished as she smiled and giggled a little, my heart was practically beating in my ears and I had no idea why. She looked at our bags and Fury, he gave her a small nod as he took out a small package from his coat, handing it to her as she took a few steps back from Steve and I.

“Ah, right. That stupid book.” She said as she took it, my hands tensing as I realized that had the red book in it, a second of fear flashing through me before she looked at me, noticing my discomfort and her face softened, walking back up to me. “I want to start this off with trust between us, not fear.” She said, taking the book out and handing it to me, my eyes looking at her in shock as she stared at me with a kind look.

“I want you to keep this with your belongings until we try deprogramming those words from you. That way, you can have complete trust that I will not use them without your consent.” She said calmly, the surprise and shock fading into relief and gratitude at this gesture, showing that I have more control over this than I first thought. I slowly took the red book from her, looking at it for a moment before looking back up at her, unsure what to say.

“Thank you.” I said quietly, a soft smile coming over her face as she nodded.

“I know I’d want that book with me if I was in your shoes.” She said, her voice soft and gentle. She wasn’t like a therapist, she was more understanding, seemed more patient and way less pushy in her help. She didn’t even realize I already started to trust her more than any of the doctors or therapists that tried to help before. “I hope you can have a little more trust in me because of this, but I also understand I will need to earn your trust, so, if there’s anything I can do to earn it, I’ll at least try my hardest to do that.” She said before stepping back again, turning back to Nick as she put her hat back on.

“Are you staying for the day, or heading out?” She asked and Nick gave a small chuckle.

“I suppose, staying for lunch wouldn’t hurt.” He said as she grinned, going over to the wagon and hopping on.

“If your pilot is hungry, he’s also welcome.” She said before looking to Steve and I with an expectant expression. “Are you two waiting for something? I have a wagon here clearly for you and your things.” She said as we looked at each other before our stomachs rumbled. Lunch sounded very good right now if I’m being honest. We threw our stuff in the wagon, getting in as did Fury and our pilot Terrance before she took the reins, the horses taking us back down the dirt road through the field, through the opening in the forest as the trees were slightly thicker the further we went.

“This island is beautiful.” Steve said as he looked around, but my eyes were on Flora, watching her hair flow in the wind softly, her shoulders relaxed as she closed her eyes, turning her face up to the sun filtering through the leaves. Steve gave me a small nudge and a knowing smile as I turned to him, my cheeks turning pink as I rolled my eyes. “I think she’s your type, ya know.” He whispered to me jokingly. I scoffed and shoved him as he laughed, not noticing as Flora turned to us briefly with a smile, but Fury sure noticed the two grown supersoldiers acting like school boys.

“I don’t think Ms.Martinez is exactly the dating type.” He said lowly with a small snicker, my face was pink as I turned away, looking out into the forest to distract myself from the conversation. I noticed the trees got denser after a certain point, almost no light seeming to shine through the thick tree leaves as it turned quite dark, but before that, it really looked like an untouched lush and thriving forest. It was almost comical how alive this forest felt just from looking at it compared to the national parks and forests he’d seen before, it smelt sweet still, but more damp from the more shady environment with an earthy smell, but it felt like a refreshing change to the mainland.

The trees got thinner, a few acres of the forest seemingly carved out with a river bending around half of the whole village, the wagon crossing up over an almost medieval style stone bridge and onto the dirt paths leading into the streets of fully build houses and buildings, they looked a little older in era then from even when Steve and I were kids. Flora nodded to a few people that we passed, most just going about their day with either a basket of groceries, some people attending stands in front of bakeries and small vendors of specialty, even some kids who were playing with a dog,tossing a ball as they raced with their companion.

“All these people were from HYDRA?” I asked, Flora looking at me with a small, sad smile and nod.

“Most, yes. Some have decided to stay here rather than join the modern world of the mainland, even making families here.” She said as Steve also looked around, both of us were shocked to know how many survivors of HYDRA had truly been helped by her. Fury looked on as we passed what appeared to be townsquare, lots more stands of all kinds lining the area, a fountain in the middle of it all with some kids reading or playing marbles sat around it.

“This place has everything they need to survive here. A schoolhouse and ability to pursue a post secondary education on the mainland, a medical center with proper modern equipment, farms, windmills and a watermill to provide power.” He said before an older kid looked up from his look, he had a large scar down the right side of his face, but his eyes were bright and lively as he waved, seemingly at Nick. He actually smiled a little and waved back briefly to the kid before he nudged his friend, pointing to the wagon as his friend smiled too, also waving as Nick chuckled.

“The kids know you here?” Steve asked as Fury snickered and gave a small sigh, Flora looking back at him as we rode down another street, the sound of rushing water getting closer as a few more trees separated a slightly larger house then the rest, a large watermill right beside it, two girls walking across the front, back to the house.

“That was Kyle Rosha, he’s a kid I had brought here to Flora about 8 years ago. How old is he now?” He asked Flora who chuckled and shook her head at his question, her laugh was so light, she seemed so carefree.

“17.” She said, looking back at Steve and I with a smile, her wavy hair cascading down her back so beautifully that the sun made her almost glow, her hat having been taken off again moments earlier. "By the way, dont worry too much about any of the work I have for you two. I'll give you plenty of options to pick from so you can decide what you want to help with, okay?” She asked and I looked at Steve who looked quite pleased with this arrangement.

“I have no objections to this.” I said with a small shrug, she smiled at me and I swear I felt my heart start beating faster for a moment before she looked away.

“I'm glad to hear that.” She said as she pulled the horses to a stop to the side of the house opposite the mill, a barn-like structure sheltering the wagon as she got off, one of the girls we saw before walking into a side door just as we all started to step off.

“I can get the horses back in their stables.” The girl said with a smile. She was probably about 16, long blond hair and brown eyes, pale but looked like she spent the whole day outside. Flora smiled at her and walked over, the other girl from earlier walking in to, her hair a few shades darker, some teal blue streaks in it with the same type of dress and brown eyes as the first girl.

“Everyone, these are my daughters, Madison and Taylor. They take care of the horses of the village, and are the main people everyone goes to if they need a rider.” Flora said as she put her arms around the girls who smiled and rolled their eyes.

“That's probably because most of our mares are pregnant and the other riders are taking care of them. We just happen to ride stallions, though Taylor’s is on the way to becoming a gelding if she can't get his attitude in check.” The girl with blue streaks, Madison, mused as Taylor rolled her eyes.

“I can handle him having a temper tantrum, unlike you.” Taylor said, most of the adults chuckling as the siblings bickered.

“Okay, enough.” Flora said with a small laugh, both girls stopping as she put a hand on both of their shoulders. “You two can both put the horses away, then I want you to go do your rounds and study for that damn test on monday I know you both are procrastinating.” She said, giving them a small push and smile as they sighed dramatically.

“Fine, but only because I want to, not because you said so.” Madison said, giving her mom a small smile as she rolled her eyes, both girls were going to untie the horses when Flora turned to us and gestured us to follow, being led out of the barn and to the house. It had creeping ivy and moss covering the lower stone stacked walls, stained glass of a moon above a farm field on the door which she opened and led us all inside.

“I've got a few rules here that are pretty easy to follow. Do not start a fight, everything can be resolved without violence in some way here. Do not steal, we have plenty to go around, and if you need something, you just need to ask. And of course, all the same basic laws as on the mainland regarding the safety and treatment of others.” She said, showing us to a living room that felt homely and warm, a fireplace waiting to be lit, some logs beside it as the sun poured in through the windows. “Your rooms are upstairs to the right, feel free to get settled before lunch and if you need anything in the meantime, I will be in the kitchen making food.” She said before taking her leave into an adjacent room, where I presume the kitchen is from the tile floor and stone countertops. Fury turned to us and sighed, gesturing up the stairs as he made his way up there too.

“I guess I can show you the rooms while she's busy.” He said, Steve and I looked at each other with raised brows before he shrugged and followed after him, myself in toe.

We walked into the upstairs hall, the house had a lot of smaller lights around to illuminate it rather than big lights like at Starks tower; it made it feel cozy, lived in and warm. This really felt like someone's home, dozens of photos of Flora and so many others hanging on the wall, all with her, huge grins and some where it seemed she was helping work in a field. Dirt and some sweat on her face as she laughed In a few making her seem so kind and loving. I paused to stare at a few, her with two older mens arms wrapped around her, her own wrapped around them as they made silly faces at the camera, they looked like some happy siblings if I had to guess, but she was almost 300, so clearly it couldn't be any sibling of her. There was one where she was at the fountain we had passed in the square, surrounded by dozens of kids and a few adults dressed neatly, the kids were all cheering and laughing, two small girls beside Flora with very similar features; Taylor and Madison I assume. I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw one though, turning to Steve who was just at the end of the hall, looking into our rooms which were right next to each other.

“Hey, look at this.” I said, Steve coming over as his eyes widened at the photo. There was Fury, asleep with about 5 kids around him, all asleep with him in some grass, a book in his hand as if he had just been reading to them.

“Fury, you never told us how good you are with kids.” Steve mused as we both heard an exasperated sigh cme from him in the other room, seeming hesitant on stepping out as he walked over to the photo, shaking his head as he gave a small chuckle.

“More like they won't leave me alone here.” He muttered though we both saw the twitch upwards the corner of his lip did, he had a soft spot for them clearly. I looked at him and smiled, slightly amused to know this about Fury.

“These kids must care about you a lot though. Luke remembered you.” I said as he huffed and turned, walking back downstairs.

“You two unpack. I need to go talk to Flora.” He grumbled, Steve and I chuckling as He departed before I resumed walking to our bedrooms with Steve.

“You want the right or left?” He asked, pointing to the two rooms. Taking a quick look, they both had minor decorations up already, the right with soft blues and dark wood furniture, some silver and brass moon and star details, a bookcase next to a chair and table like a reading corner and a bay window. The bed was dark navy blue, the pillows a few shades lighter with black sheets and an ebony frame, a blue and white quilt folded at the end of the bed, then there was a door off to the corner of the room, a small moon phase drawing etched on it.

The left had a brighter look, more warm browns, pastel oranges and gold and copper details littered around; the bed had a white and sun coloured quilt on some honey coloured blankets, deep brown sheets and an oak frame. There was no bay window in here, but there was an extra window, one looking out the side of the house towards the mill and one looking out the backyard, sheer white and gold star curtains hanging in place while a similar door to the right room was in the corner, a sun and stars etched into this one. I didn't see much difference in choosing, but felt the brighter room may be better for Steve than me, the darker blue room easier on my eyes anyways.

“Right.” I said as he nodded, heading into the sunny room to set his things down as I stepped into the night themed room. I set my suitcase by the bed, setting my bag on the comforter as I sighed, looking out the window which viewed the mill. The sound of running water rang through the air as I opened the window, noticing a small rectangular tray of flowers and plants hanging from the windowsill, two different flowers, one longer and purple, another that looked like small daisies, green leafy stems surrounding them that gave off a faint mint smell. I sighed and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath as I took a moment to let myself breath, a quiet moment to myself as a strange peace already started to settle in my chest. A feeling I was happily accepting.

[lostheaventales]

Breaking Boundaries

Description: Tommy and Paulie have to lay low after the robbery to stay off Salieri’s radar. The Vevoda Hotel only had one room available. A small room with a single bed.

Relationship: Tommy Angelo x Paulie Lombardo

Prompt: There was only one bed (Day 20)

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Tommy parked in front of the Vevoda hotel. They had to lay low for a while as they had just carried out a bank robbery. The best place to do that was far out from the bustling city of Lost Heaven. Paulie stuffed the bags of money underneath the seat to hide it from the view of anyone who might get a glimpse of the inside of their car. Tommy made sure to lock the car securely. It would be a shame to go through all that trouble only for the money to get stolen.

They approached the clerk standing behind the desk. He had a scared look on his face. It was the middle of the night and two tall, shaken-up men wearing trenchcoats came storming in. Tommy would be scared if he was in his place as well.

“How can I help you two gentlemen?” The man asked, fixing his round glasses.

“We need two rooms,” Tommy ordered, throwing a roll of money on the counter.

The clerk shook his head. “Uhh, sorry, sir. We’re pretty booked tonight. There’s only one unoccupied room.”

Tommy and Paulie glanced at each other.

“Are you serious?” Tommy inquired.

“As a heart attack,” he replied.

Tommy sighed and rolled his eyes. It was either that, go to jail, or be caught by the don. They agreed to take the room. The clerk handed them the keys. Paulie gave him a cold glare as they turned away, causing the man to swallow deeply.

Paulie unlocked the door and opened it.

“What the fuck is this shit?” Paulie cursed.

The room only consisted of one twin-sized bed, a nightstand, and a dresser with a dirty mirror hanging above it. It barely fit the both of them standing up.

“Looks like we’re going to have to share a bed,” Tommy stated, taking off his trench coat.

“Uh uh, not a chance.” Paulie rejected.

Tommy sat on the bed and began removing his shoes. “Well, I bet the wooden floor would make a pretty uncomfortable mattress.”

Paulie frowned, confused on what he wanted to do. Tommy stripped down until he was just in his undershirt and underwear. He stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing for sleep. He opened his eyes when he felt the edge of the small mattress dip.

“Scoot over.” Paulie demanded, kicking off his shoes.

Tommy listened. Paulie managed to fit himself on the edge of the mattress. His hair brushing against Tommy’s cheek.

“How about you rest your head on me so you don’t fall?” Tommy suggested.

Paulie hesitated, but followed through with the suggestion.

“You know, I kinda like this,” Tommy commented.

“Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it., Tommy Angelo.”

[sashaisready]

Chapter 5 - Done

Nick Fowler x Shy CIA Employee Reader

Under the Radar Masterlist

Chapter Four - The Ghost

Warnings: references to sex trafficking

Wordcount: 2333

Despite your best efforts to forget it, Nick’s warning about Joe was niggling away at you. What did he mean exactly? Had something happened between the two of them? Did Nick know something you didn’t? Or was he just basing it all on a hunch he had - or worse - deliberately trying to mess with you to throw you off your game, sabotage you to prove he was right about you?

Would he really do that?

You berated yourself for letting him worm his way back in your headspace. You’d moved on. You’d barely thought about him. You’d been making progress at work. You were on the boss’ radar. You were enjoying Joe’s company. Don’t let him ruin it!

You wouldn’t.

*

The next day you were back in the makeshift Project Cotton office with Joe reading some correspondence from the FBI team. Walsh suddenly strolled into the conference room, surprising you both.

“Sir” Joe nodded. “Sorry - I thought our meeting wasn’t until this afternoon?”

“Morning both” said Walsh as he ran a finger over the letter opener left on the desk. “No, you’re right Palmer. I’ve actually come to see her” he nodded over to you.

You felt a jolt of anxiety. “Me? Uh…How can I help, Sir?”

“We’ve had an unexpected tip off from an informant in relation to Project Cotton” he explained. “We have reason to believe that this vehicle has been attending several of the key sites”.

He slid a grainy photograph of a sleek truck over to you. You could just about make out the license plate.

“Our informant has managed to get his hands on some CCTV footage which he says catches this truck attending one of the suspected sites on multiple occasions”.

“That could be a big breakthrough” you breathed excitedly. “If we can trace the owner…we might finally have a name for someone at the top of this thing.”

Walsh nodded. “Indeed. The vehicle is registered to a Mr. Ray Colebrook. He has several priors for assault…racketeering…pandering. The problem is we need more evidence in order to obtain a warrant to seize the truck and take Colebrook in for questioning”.

You looked at him pensively. “So you need…proof that he has been spotted at the site? Which could be on the CCTV?”

“Precisely” Walsh nodded. “The difficulty is…the footage is 12 hours long with hundreds of vehicles coming and going. We need someone to review the footage with a fine tooth comb and see if the truck really appears, and how many times if so - with time stamps”.

“So…that would be me” you replied, now understanding what he was asking of you.

“Correct. I know you have a lot of experience in this area. You’re patient, thorough. If the truck is on there you’ll find it. But…we do need it done by the morning, I’m sorry to say. We need to move fast, Colebrook might get spooked now he’s been using the same truck, we need that warrant ASAP before he switches it up again”.

Your eyes widened. “Review 12 hours of footage…By t-tomorrow??”

“Sir…” Joe said, concern lacing his tone.

“I know it’s a big ask. But we’re counting on you” Walsh continued. 

Your nerves gave way to determination. This was your chance to prove your value. To show everyone you were capable. To impress Walsh. To help the traffic victims. 

Not nothing. Not beige.

You nodded. 

“Alright…you can count on me” you told Walsh boldly. “I’ll work through the night it I have to”. 

“Great, thank-you…I knew you’d come through” Walsh smiled. 

“Sir…this is a big task. Do you think maybe I should step in?” Joe tentatively asked. “I don’t mind pulling an all nighter-”

He looked at you anxiously. Typical Joe, always trying to help. You felt grateful for his support. He was just trying to protect you. But he didn’t need to worry.

“Very valiant - but we need you fresh for tomorrow, Palmer” Walsh responded, his tone making it clear there was no room for further discussion. 

He was right. Joe was meant to be out in the morning scoping out one of the sites. The two of you had been planning it for weeks now. He couldn’t go out in the field exhausted from a night of watching CCTV. 

“It’s okay Agent Palmer, I’ve got this” you smiled at him reassuringly.

He looked back at you, but he didn’t look wholly convinced.

“You can have tomorrow off in lieu” Walsh added. “So you can rest up afterwards and come back fresh on Thursday where Palmer will debrief you on how his reconnaissance went.”

You nodded. “Got it. Thanks”.

You smiled at Joe again, hoping to show that you were fine to take this on. He smiled back, but you didn’t miss the slight hint of unease on his face.

*

You had actually done it. 

You couldn’t believe it. It had taken hours, you were still stuck at your desk long after everyone else was tucked up in their beds back home, but you’d done it. You blearily stared at the screen in front of you, then at the notepad where you’d scribbled the truck’s time stamps (which you’d treble checked). Done. You’d reviewed all of the footage. The source was right, the truck had visited the site several times during that 12 hour period. Now they’d have the evidence needed to get the warrant for Colebrook. 

You were utterly exhausted, but the sheer satisfaction and pride you felt buoyed you.  You’d done it! You’d made a meaningful contribution to the project. This work, although tedious, might lead to a major breakthrough in the case - all because of you. 

Not so beige after all.

You yawned, your eyelids felt like they had weights attached as you adjusted your back and wriggled your legs to get your blood pumping. You looked around, the clock was approaching 2am. Time to go. It was weird seeing the office like this. Empty. Dark. Quite eerie really.

You fired off an email to Walsh and Joe with the time stamps and camera screenshots of the truck for good measure, smiling to yourself for a job well done. 

You got up to leave - then smirked as you noticed the letter opener sitting on the corner of your desk. Might as well take this golden opportunity to continue the game with Joe. You dropped it on his keyboard as you passed by. 

You bid good night to Grant the security guard who was shocked to see you so late. He insisted on walking you to your car which was very sweet. You chatted as you walked. Grant was always easy to talk to. You didn’t have to work too hard like you did with the others.

You would text Joe in the morning to see how the mission was going. Until then…sleep. Much sleep. 

*

It was lunchtime by the time you woke up. Seems you really needed that rest. You said a silent thank-you to Walsh for giving you the day off. 

Speaking of, he’d emailed you back with a congratulatory message on all your hard work. You took a screen shot of it on your phone so you could refer to it next time you had a crisis of confidence. 

You sent a text to Joe wishing him well today and asking him to let you know how it went once he was safe to do so. You felt a pang of anxiety despite your good mood, you hoped all your planning had paid off and he would be safe today.

After that you ordered your favourite takeout for lunch (you deserved it) and jumped in the shower to finally start your day.

After you had stepped out of the shower and the second you’d finished wrapping your towel around you - the doorbell rang. You cursed, not expecting the delivery to be that quick. You glanced down nervously at your scantily clad figure. 

Fuck it. The door would only be open a few seconds. Just do it. Delivery drivers must see all kinds…

Emboldened by your new found confidence, you padded to your door and flung the door open. 

Your face fell.

“…Nick?”

He was standing in your doorway grinning like the cat who got the cream as he surveyed your figure. 

“Afternoon, princess…”

“What are you doing here?” You asked shrilly, hiding your towelled torso behind the front door.

“You don’t look sick to me”.

“What??”

“You didn’t turn up to work so I assumed you were sick. Thought I’d come check on you, but looks like you were just playing hooky”.

You rolled your eyes. 

“Actually I’m off today. Walsh let me take the time as I worked late last night. What do you want, Nick?” You barked at him. 

“That’s not a very nice way to speak to someone who came out on his break to bring you chicken soup…”

He held up a brown paper bag with the local deli design on it.

Your stomach gurgled, and you flattened any stirrings of feelings that threatened to emerge after realising Nick had brought you soup when he thought you were sick. 

“Not hungry. Well…I am. But I have takeout on its way. And I’m not sick. So…” You dismissed it with a wave of the hand.

He smiled, shrugging impassively. “Take it anyway. Heat it up later for dinner.”

He placed the bag on the doorstep. Then he took a step back and his eyes roamed up and down your body. You felt your heart pounding. How had this happened?? You were only meant to be at the door for a few seconds.

“Tryna’ give the delivery driver a heart attack, huh?” He asked, his voice low as his eyes dropped.

You felt yourself blushing as you covered yourself with your arms. “No…I-“

His smile grew wider.

“I’ve missed you, princess”.

You froze, not able to meet his gaze.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Especially when I was out on the op. Your soft skin…your body….but also just…being with you”.

You couldn’t look up.

He sighed. “Look…what I said..”

“Don’t…” you hushed, feeling tears prick the back of your eyes.

“I was outta line” he continued, awkwardly clearing his throat. “I…I don’t know why I said those things. They aren’t true…I was being an asshole and you didn’t deserve any of that”.

You focus your eyes on the soup’s brown paper bag at your feet.

“…you meant it though” you responded. In your head you sounded strong but it left your mouth barely a whisper.

He shook his head. “No….no I didn’t”.

You bit your lip. He did. You remember the venom with which he said it. The mocking half smile. It was emblazoned in your memory, always there no in the background matter how hard you tried to ignore it. He had dug deep into your insecurities and yanked them up to the surface, leaving you raw and exposed.

“You’re a little quiet…sure. But you’re not beige…you’re not nothing” he said gently. “Never beige”.

You didn’t respond.

“You caught me off guard” he explained, clearly not concerned that this was a one sided conversation. “Maybe…maybe there was some truth to what you said. Maybe I was…feelingsomething. And I panicked, I went on the offensive”.

You still couldn’t look. You felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of your neck. You shuffled your feet. 

“…and I blew it. And I’m sorry. Really sorry. And I swear - nothing is going on with Mace. We went on a date once but it didn’t work out. That’s all”.

Your heart was pounding. You had longed to hear those word from him for so long. It all felt like a strange dream.

But it was too late. It felt tainted now. You didn’t even know if he was telling the truth. 

Your shock transformed into something else. You felt stronger than you had in a long time. Maybe ever. 

“You’re right, I’m not beige” you sneered, finally meeting his eye. 

He nodded.

“Yes…I’m quiet. Yes…I’ve been stuck in my job for a little too long. And yes…maybe I do blend in more than I stick out…”

He opened his mouth to speak but you continued. 

“But I’m also kind. I’m smart. I give everything my all. I may not always know what to say, or how to play the game in the same way you do…but I’m doing my best” you exhaled.

“And now I’m working on this big mission and I’m actually making a difference. Me! An Assistant!! Walsh is happy with my work and he trusts me. For the first time in my career, I’m actually being acknowledged and valued for what I have to offer”.

Nick smiled softly.

“….So, I have to thank-you Nick…”

He frowned, clearly not sure where you were going. 

“If you hadn’t been such a colossal asshole then I wouldn’t have pursued this. I wouldn’t have spoken to Walsh and pushed myself to discover what I’m truly capable of. So thank-you, Nick. Thank-you for breaking my heart. Because in your own twisted way, you helped me. But…I’m done with you. I don’t want to speak to you unless I have to. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you turning up at my front door anymore”.

He blanched, his jaw tightening.

“…so take your soup…” you picked up the bag and shoved it into his chest. “And your apologies. And leave me the fuck alone”. 

You blew out a puff of air, hardly believing you’d just said what you’d said. 

Nick wore his poker face as his eyes found yours. He just stared back at you for a few moments, until he finally nodded and began to retreat.

You watched him walk down the path until he stopped for a second, turning to look at you one last time. 

“You were never beige” he said softly. “You’re actually��.vibrant. All the colours at once”.

And then he was gone.

*

Chapter 6 - File

[thissortofsorcery]

Just To Keep The World at Bay - Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Kiss, First Time, Closeted Character, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Enemies to Lovers, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning Summary:

"You shouldn’t speed when it’s this dark out,” He warns, then pauses, scowling at Billy. “You especially, shouldn’t speed, ever.”

“I’m a very good driver, sir.”

“Uh huh, pull the other one,” Hopper frowns. “Don't think I don’t got an eye on you.”

Billy blinks, confused, and that’s the first crack the Chief spots on his mask.

“Yeah, kid. You’ve been on my radar for a while now,” Hopper says. “I'm the one that drove Steve Harrington to the hospital that night.”

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby Rose: Girl Genius

IT Guy: UH, Sir? You may want to take a look at this!

Ironwood: (watching blip on a Radar) ... Commercial flight?

IT Guy: Too fast.

Ironwood: One of our own?

IT Guy: ... Air force has nothing Scheduled.

Ironwood: (Dramatic Turn) ... We've got ourselves a Bogey. (Alarm Blares)

(Jets Take off)

Pilot: This is Air-Leader 2, we are anticipating visual contact ... Now.

Zwei: (Wearing Tool pouches) BARK BARK!

Pilot: HOLY COW PIE

Ruby and Zwei sit in the front seat of a Homemade Rocket, Jaune hanging on for dear life in the back seat

Ruby: Oh! Hey! Nice antiques! (Presses a bottom) Gotta (Petal) Burst!

Ruby: Dust Mix Stable! Engine cycling at One million Gigajoules! cool. we didn't blow up

Jaune: Uuuhh Great! Ruby? I think they want us to pull over!

Ruby: No time Jaune! Get Ready with the Satellite!

Jaune: Ooookay ... Uh, what do I do again?

Ruby: You're the deployment system Jaune! As soon as we clear the atmosphere, you just ... Throw it!

Jaune: ... Right.

Ruby: Prepare to leave the Atmosphere!

Ruby: Engaging Pulse Rockets!

Ruby: Now!

(Popping noises, followed by smoke pouring from the engine)

Ruby: No!

Jaune: Now? (He throws the 'Satellite', only for it to fly back and hit Ruby in the head.)

(engine continues failing)

Jaune: Is this supposed to happen?!?

Ruby: C'mon! think! Think!

Ruby: I'VE GOT IT! Give me your lunch!

Jaune: uh, Here?

Ruby: (Takes his soda AS Zwei offers her Duct Tape) Thanks Zwei!

Zwei: BARK!

Ruby: I need that! (Pulls a thread on Jaune's Hoodie)

Jaune: eh- HEY!

Ruby Shakes the soda before taping it to the 'Satellite', and ties the thread to the Can's Tab. She Throws it ahead of them, ripping on the thread, causing the Soda to rain down on them, launching the Satellite into orbit

Ruby: YES!

(Engines Cut Out)

Ruby: Uh Oh.

R+J: AAAAHHH!

Ruby: Must! Engage! Stabilizers! (Beep)

Ruby: Okay! NOw, we just need to make a quick stop at my house!

Jaune: I dunno ruby! I gotta get to school on time b-Besides-

Ruby: Great! Gotcha!

Jaune: W-W-W-WAIT! (Gets Ejected) RUBYYYYyyyyyyyyy!

Ruby: See you at Home Room Jaune!

Jaune: okay!

Ruby: fasten your seat-belt Zwei! It's gonna be a bumpy Ride!

Ruby: (Hits Building, loses wings)

Ruby: Crap! (Deploys Landing gear)

Ruby: (Clips Power line, loses landing gear)

Ruby: Double Crap! (Engages Parachute)

Ruby: (Parachute rips off - along with most of the Rocket)

Ruby: CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!

Ruby: (Bounces off several roofs, causing thousands of dollars in damages, before finally landing on her house.)

Ruby: Well ... other than the unscheduled rapid disassembly, and the lithobraking maneuver, I'd say that this mission was a complete success!

Tai: (Inside the house) Well, what d'you know? The chimney fell off again.

[quinloki]

Blorbo Ranking Top 20 for April—this one runs really long.

Once again, I've managed to butcher my rankings every single month. As always, top two spots go to my favorite men. Those are the only stable rankings I will ever have.

People who fell off the list: Ace, Zoro, Buggy, and Pell. I am shocked that both Zoro & Buggy fell off my list. They've both been staples and they somehow got replaced.

People who are new this month: Laboon, Killer, Rayleigh, and Penguin. I know I've had Penguin and Laboon on previous lists, but they might have been on January's top 10.

Folks who didn't change spots at all: Sir Crocodile, Wyper, Marco, & Mihawk.

Those who moved UP since March: Alvida has moved 1 spot into 3rd, Sabo moved 1 spot into 15th, and Bepo also moved 1 spot into 17th, Shanks moved 2 spots into 4th, and lastly Sakazuki moved 6 spots into 9th.

Those who dropped DOWN since March: Vivi dropped 2 spots into 19th, Borsi Baby dropped 3 spots into 6th, Kid dropped 3 spots into 10th, Smoker dropped 3 spots into 13th, and lastly Trafalgar dropped 5 spots into 14th.

Ace's spot went to Smoker and Zoro's spot went to Trafalgar. Vivi took Buggy's spot and Laboon took Pell's.

Sakazuki jumped ranks the most out of anyone who was already on the list but Rayleigh jumped the most for new blokes. Both older men made it into the top 10 of this list. Trafalgar dropped the most out of anyone already on the list and of the people who fell off, Ace fell the most.

While I did vote for more women this go around (Dr. Kureha, Makino, Nojiko, Perona, Bell-Mere, Laki) I still only have two women holding down the fort (my girl Alvida and Vivi). Alvida is still out here taking names and I love that for her, but that's as far as she can go on the list.

Still don't know why Mihawk is hanging out on the list, he is not a blorbo and neither is Killer. And I completely blame you for putting both Sabo and Rayleigh in my brain. At one point I had both Sakazuki and Rayleigh matched up and my solution for figuring out who to choose was to say "which old man would I rather screw me into the wall?" Rayleigh apparently. HE WAS NEVER ON MY RADAR. Why, why, WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME QUIN?!?!?!?!?

Added bonus, the horrible decision I had to make:

Obviously, the votes went: Arlong, Shanks, Crocodile, Marco, Rayleigh, Kid.

Generally speaking, if a woman goes against one my blrobos she'll lose because the blorbos I would let do unspeakable things to me whereas the women I want as gal pals. If the women are against any other dude however, she'll win, and when it's woman v. woman, I just vote for my girls (Alvida, Vivi, Dr. Kureha, Laki, Nojiko, Bell-Mere, Makino, Perona—in this order).

Buggy isn't a blorbo either but I ship him hard with Alvida which is why I vote for him and I'm devastated he's off the list. I owe Alvida an apology. Kinda bummed Thatch didn't make the list again. And someday the people who run that site will add Aramaki because I accidentally added him into my brain.

I'm a sucker for plant powers plus he has the shirt allergy, so I didn't really have a prayer. Plus he has a sword and apparently my "type" is "carries at least one sword". Other proven types are: red-haired, white-haired, facial scar(s), missing a body part, and any combination of these.

"Why, why, WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME QUIN?!?!?!?!?"

I'm good at like two things. Doing ^that^ to people, and uh... being me, I guess. XD

I never know what to say for your breakdowns, but I do want to be clear that I LOVE them - please continue to do so. It's always a pleasure to read even if my distracted ass brain is struggling about what to say.

gonna have to try harder to drag Sabo and Marco into the top ten though >.> ❤️😎

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Operation Containment

After his tango with Shalian in More than One Universe, OMT!Tails was warped into a factory-life environment where Shalian and CR!Corrupt banged on glass chambers, wanting out.

OMT!Tails: Alright, you two! Calm down!

He yelped as OMT!Robotnik touched his shoulder, not at all chuffed.

OMT!Robotnik: Be careful what you wish for, Tails.

Shalian: Let me out of here!

OMT!Tails: Can you please explain to me what's going on?

OMT!Robotnik: That little device you botched where you wanted to open gateways to every known sadistic evil, well, it started pulling every sadistic evil that had conflicts to anyone related to Mobius, from EVERY universe, into this one.

OMT!Tails: From every universe? (offended) Also, how is the whole evil thing MY fault?!

Shalian: What's the idea, omelette-breath?! Where are we?!

OMT!Robotnik: I think it's better not to engage with them because frankly, the multiverse, NOT just other Mobiuses, is a concept of the world in which we know FRIGHTENINGLY little of... This shouldn't even be possible...

OMT!Tails: I thought you turned off your device before it blew up.

OMT!Robotnik: I didn't turn it off. I contained what's inside it, but apparently, a few of them squeaked through. After you left, my radar detected an otherworldly presence, so I got myself into a cave where I found (pointing to CR!Corrupt) THAT... dark hedgehog looking son of an egg...

Shalian: Device? Like, a portal-creator? What is this, a birthday party for bad guys? What is this madness?!

OMT!Robotnik: Watch this. (to Shalian) Do you know an Eggman from your universe?

Shalian: Yes.

OMT!Robotnik: Did he look like this?

Shalian: Er, no.

OMT!Robotnik: See?

Tails scratched his head, trying to figure this out.

OMT!Robotnik: Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I don’t know how many of these… visitors we’ve got-.

OMT!Tails: I saw another one back at the bridge. He was like a... like a flying green haired man.

OMT!Robotnik: Well, he sounds jolly! Why don't we start with him? Now, I need you to capture them while I figure out how to send them back, before they destroy the fabric of the multiverse, or worse, someone else finds out...

OMT!Tails: Uhh... Doctor Robotnik?

OMT!Robotnik: What?

OMT!Tails: Me and Cream just got a second shot at getting into a science graduation, but if Bumper High School sees me fighting these... crazy monsters-!

Shalian: Hey, watch it, kiddo!

OMT!Tails: Sorry.

OMT!Robotnik: Seriously? Still thinking about the science class?

He charged up a device on his wrist.

OMT!Tails: Hey, what did you just do?

OMT!Robotnik: This!

He warped Tails into one of the chambers as a demonstration.

Shalian: How did you do that?

OMT!Robotnik: Lots of birthday parties...

He opened Tails's chamber before passing him the device.

OMT!Robotnik: One shot, send them here, move on, you’re welcome, now get to work…

OMT!Tails: Uh... sir?

OMT!Robotnik (slightly annoyed): Urgh... NOW what?

OMT!Tails: I know I have part of the responsibility in this mess, and I swear to you I'll get it fixed, but I'm gonna need a good amount of help to get it done! And not just from my friends here... you know what I mean, right?

A few minutes later, OMT!Mina and Mini Sonic came through, each wearing multidimensional watches now.

Mini Sonic: Woah! I can’t believe we’re at your Dr. Robotnik’s Gimme Shelter!

OMT!Robotnik: Me neither...

OMT!Mina: Tails! Hey!

She and Tails shared a hug.

OMT!Tails: It's so good to see you! I'm sorry for dragging you in this. You just gotta help me track down these guys...

Mini Sonic: So how did these guys you talked about get here?

OMT!Robotnik: Your little friend screwed up my device whilst trying to get himself and his sister into science class-.

OMT!Tails: No, that was afterwards. Let's just focus on the good news, okay?

OMT!Robotnik: No, let's just focus on the bad news! So far, you have detected ZERO multiversal trespassers, so... pack up your phones, scour on the internet and... Scooby-Doo this crap!

OMT!Mina: Hehe, you know, you're telling us what to do even though it was your device that got screwed up, so all of this is kinda your mess. I know a couple of magic words myself starting with the word, please~.

OMT!Robotnik: ... Please... Scooby-Doo this crap.

OMT!Tails: That's better. (Gosh, he's no fun...)

OMT!Robotnik: You can work inside my abandoned Wing Fortress.

OMT!Tails: You guys go ahead. I'll contact Knuckles and the others to get there, and I've got something else to get too.

Mini Sonic: Let’s catch some multiverse men!

Inside the fortress, the lights went on. Shalian and CR!Corrupt were also stuck there. Tails soon arrived with the others, holding something behind his back.

OMT!Tails: Guys, listen. About the whole device thing-.

OMT!Mina: No, it’s fine.

OMT!Tails: Wait, really?

OMT!Mina: Yeah, since you've gotten badly sick and other problematic stuff, you were just trying to fix things. But maybe just… run it by us next time, whenever you're gonna do something that could… break the universe, you know.

OMT!Tails: Heh, deal.

Mina noticed Tails’s position.

OMT!Mina: What’s up with your arm, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Oh, I…

He held out the bouquet he wanted to give her.

OMT!Tails: I, well... got these for you for when you happened to return.

OMT!Mina (happy): Aww, thanks! I'll gladly keep them with me! S-So, anyway, you zap them, Dr. Robotnik will send them back, and we will be having more fun together! Eating donuts, making devices... my treat!

OMT!Tails: A-Also. Y-Yeah, I developed a bit of a crush on you since we met.

Tails blushed shyly, and Mina did the same after hearing his confession.

OMT!Mina: G-Gosh, Tails… I, uh-

Mini Sonic: I said it once, I’ll say it again! Let’s catch some multiverse men!

The two captured villains were nearby.

Shalian: Hey! Who are those two with you?!

OMT!Tails: Oh, these are my other-worldly friends, Mina and Mini Sonic.

Mini Sonic: Hello.

OMT!Tails: I’m sorry, what was your name again?

Shalian: Name's Toxinfect, kid.

The three couldn't help but giggle in amusement at the name.

OMT!Tails: T-Toxiwhat?!

Mini Sonic: T-That's just d-dumb! Hahaha!

Shalian: Excuse me?

OMT!Tails: No seriously, what's your actual name?

Mini Sonic: Hey! What’s that black hedgehog-looking guy?

CR!Corrupt looked at them but didn’t respond, looking unamused. Some scenes play out with the gang getting ready to go find the rogue evils. While Tails is washing a top, he’s also on the phone with Sally at the same time.

OMT!Sally (on the other end): If the paint won’t come off, bring it to the shelter and I’ll get it out.

OMT!Tails: No, no, not yet, Sally. We’ve still gotta round up those otherworldly evils.

He lifted the shirt out, still covered in paint handprints.

OMT!Sally: Well, finish what you need to with the others and then come on by.

Mini Sonic: Guys, look!

OMT!Tails: Oh, sorry! Gotta go!

OMT!Sally: Okay! Love you, little bro! Bye!

Mina and Tails went to Mini Sonic, who had news to share.

OMT!Tails: What did you find?

Mini Sonic: The press had found reports of a few school deaths, most of which were school bullies, but a few were innocents… A survivor claims she saw a monster flying around the scene.

OMT!Tails: That's gotta be the guy I saw back at the bridge, right?

Shalian: That’s impossible.

Tails went closer to Shalian’s chamber.

OMT!Tails: You know him, don't you? On the bridge, you said his name.

Shalian: Richard Ambersilve. Brilliant young kid, well known for having the highest PHD, vengeful spirit after death. But the bullies that killed him weren't enough. He even killed innocents… even his own girlfriend. He was too hateful… blind… misguided…

OMT!Tails: What happened to him?

Shalian: I TIRE OF YOUR QUESTIONS, FOX!!

OMT!Tails: O-Okay… Alright, where do we go?

Shalian: It can't be him…

The group looked at him.

OMT!Tails: W-Why…?

Shalian: Because Richard truly died years ago. So either we saw someone else, or you're flying out into the darkness, to fight a ghost…

NEXT POST

[remyfire]

“Untitled” for the WIP game!

WIP Game! This is my entry for the @mashficolympics for July 7th's prompt, Injury. It's another hunnihawk, and I've been teasing it as "platonic spanking to nonplatonic spanking pipeline," but it's thus far the most angst-ridden thing I've written for this fandom, and the 'injury' aspect is already deeply upsetting me even though it's at least a few thousand words away.

(tw below for canon-typical terrible OR shift)

"Uh, sirs?" Radar pops into the OR with a mask held over his mouth, his eyes wide but resigned behind his glasses. "We've got a whole new bus that just pulled up out there, full to the brim. It looks real bad."

Potter doesn't glance up from his work. He barely even allows Kellye to mop his brow. "What's the situation, Radar?"

The words flow out of Radar so fast, there's no pause for full stops. "There's a bomber went down near a village a few miles down the road, and, uh, it sounds like they weren't exactly empty of their cargo when they hit the ground—"

"What?" Hawk can feel the acid gathering on the back of his tongue, something that sears his tone, that he wants to spit like a cobra.

BJ looks up over the edge of his mask, grim. "Must've been what we heard a minute ago."

Hawk grits his teeth as he carefully eases what he thought was the last piece of shrapnel out of his current patient's gut, but the moment he lifts it out, he catches the gleam of another. He forces his hands to stay steady, tries to work through his bubbling anger and the necessity of being thorough before he closes. "What the hell happened out there? Is it all civilians?"

"Yes sir, Captain Pierce," Radar says softly. "Driver says they'd lost contact with the pilot way before he ever hit the ground."

"He wasn't even shot down?" Hawk demands. "He just—" Every word feeds the flames. He clinks another piece of metal into the tray with far more force than is necessary.

"Easy, Pierce. We've got a long night ahead of us." The firm but smooth tone from Colonel Potter does nothing to soothe him.

It does, however, remind him of the constant battle to harness his frustration into pulling as many of those innocent lives away from the jaws of death as he can—not letting the bastards win.

But the trouble with learning how to cheat death is that eventually, those lives he's saved have to catch up somewhere.

[serpercival]

Kiss meme prompts!

sidhawk + a kiss along the jawline for @mxmorel

When Radar came into the Swamp during poker night, it was less with the look of a kid who was going to scam them out of their paychecks and more the look of someone who didn’t want to let what was in his mouth out into the world.

Trapper was the first to bother acknowledging him. “Trouble?”

“Uh, not for any of youse guys,” Radar said, fiddling with the memo in his hands. “Major Freedman, sir?”

Sidney folded. He’d been bluffing, anyway, Hawkeye was sure of it. Ninety percent sure. Maybe seventy-five. The respectable pair of threes in Hawkeye’s hand would have beaten whatever he had, probably. “Emergency?”

“Yes, sir,” Radar said, handing over the note.

Sidney read it, sighed, and collected his cap as he stood. “Don’t wait up.”

Hawkeye, seeing an opportunity to get out of the miserable deal he’d been dealt, scrambled after him. “What kind of emergency?” he asked, bumping their shoulders together.

“A patient of mine in Tokyo,” Sidney said, folding the memo and tucking it in his breast pocket. “The one I came to poker night to get away from, actually.”

“Mmm, thinks you resemble his mother?”

“Close, but no cigar.”

“I hear those are phallic symbolism, these days.”

“Is that why McIntyre’s always playing with one?”

Hawkeye snorted. “You should see some of the things he does with his tongue.”

Sidney shot him a look, then waved him into the VIP tent when he opened the door. “I suppose you expect me not to read into that remark.”

“I’m hoping you do, actually.”

“Planning a new group activity?”

Hawkeye shrugged, put on his best innocent face, and fluttered his eyelashes. “Only if the boredom becomes unbearable.”

Sidney rolled his eyes, but a smile creased the corners of his mouth. He tapped Hawkeye on the arm with his peaked cap before he put it on, then grabbed the briefcase he hadn’t had the chance to unpack from the desk. “Poker again, next week?”

“Same time, same station.”

“I’ll be sure to read all about it in the papers.”

As Sidney turned to leave, Hawkeye caught his arm. He couldn’t let him leave without… “Good luck,” Hawkeye murmured. He leaned down to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, nuzzling into the soft flesh for a moment before he pulled away.

He never expected to see Sidney blush, but maybe it would have been nice, on occasion. He could make everyone else in camp blush with a few well-placed words. Sidney Freedman was practically unphasable.

“I’m going to Tokyo, not the front,” Sidney said lightly.

“Yeah, well, you’re going to Tokyo,” Hawkeye said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “And I’m here, at the front.”

“The front, here? We’re… half a mile away, at least.”

Hawkeye snickered, but he didn’t think it made the mood any lighter.

Sidney cupped his cheek, kissed him just below his eye, and did his best to smile. “Good luck, Hawkeye.”

[ghiblisprite88]

Stone bound: Oaths of Ash & Stone

The Weight of Ordinary

In the foggy bustling city of Chicago, skyscrapers pierce the sky as cars below bellow in engine revs and horns. People hustle from place to place like ants in a colony. All but one that is. Going against the grain as always been a talent for one very late to work Mira Brooks.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT! Hold the door!”

Streaks of blue zip by people as Mira scrambles to the elevator; shooting out her hand to keep the doors from closing and squeeze herself into the limited space left inside. Panting she was definitely the odd one out. Her companions in the elevator all wore suits and ties while she was showing up in skinny jeans, a very visibly loved jacket that was starting to show its age, sneakers, light brown hair streaked with brilliant blue and a dash of freckles across her nose. Any other time she’d laugh at the visual, but she was very much so late and could already feel the wrath of her boss up above. Upon reaching her floor she bolted out of the elevator; navigating the halls on the lookout for her boss, when her cubicle came into view she quickly slipped into her chair and booted up her computer like she had been there the whole time.  Act cool act cool.

“Ms. Brooks! How gracious of you to bless us with your presence this morning.” Growled Mr. Wilson.

Mira groaned internally; she really thought she made it under the radar. Apparently not. She was kicking herself now for pulling an all-nighter to finish up a few articles she was writing for the paper she worked at. Diligence doesn’t always pay off. Peeking up at her boss she could see he was furious and was likely going to give her the hammer of judgement.

“My office…now!” He sneers.

Ok so working at the paper was great and all but Mr. Wilson was a horror to work for. It was like Snape and Voldemort were combined into one. He was calculating, undermining, mean for usually no reason and loved to overwork everyone. Power trip much? Yes absolutely. Groaning and banging her head on her desk as he left; Mira prepared herself for an ass chewing.

Once she collected enough courage to withstand the impending doom she could feel; Mira knocked quietly on his office door. He barked for her to come in, how professional. Letting herself in she greeted him meekly and he barked yet again for her to take a seat.  Settling into a seat before his desk; she watched as Mr. Wilson rest his elbows on his desk steepling his hands under his chin.

“So, what is it this time? Run all the way here from the belt line? Go sightseeing before work? Stay up all night out with your friends?” He antagonizes.

“Uh no sir. I finished the three articles that are due this week. I was doing extensive research and pulled an all-nighter. They are in your inbox sir.”

“Heh an all-nighter you say. Is that what kids are calling it these days?” He complained as he opened his email.

Upon seeing that Mira had indeed sent him the articles he scowled even further. He likely was in a bad mood and Mira knew he liked to take it out on folks he thought weren’t pulling their weight around the office. Today was her “lucky” draw…great. He was an older man nearly pushing his seventies and he did not have a lot of patience for anyone born after the sixties. Mira was aware of this; especially when she came to work with her blue streaks in her hair, she had done everything she was supposed to like to check the employee handbook, check with HR and appearance policies and nothing barred her from doing it. But the look of pure rage on Mr. Wilson’s face when she came into work was quite a sight. He raged about if for two whole weeks but know it seems he is over that little out there move of hers.

“You kids are always so snarky! Fine fine so you did the articles. Had you been here on time I could have spent more time on explaining this, but the higher ups need a reporter to do a piece about some freaking ruins somewhere I don’t know…Ireland I think. Anyways they need a piece about the ruins and the history to generate some buzz for the museum of natural history who is going to be receiving artifacts uncovered there. Everyone else I could think of have other obligations which leaves you.” Mr. Wilson complains really and gives a disdainful look.

Wow Mr. Wilson think it don’t wear it on your face, would ya? Mira tried to be polite and smile as he explained everything in a rush. Wait hold on…did he say Ireland? Like Nessie and leprechauns’ kind of Ireland?

“The flight is covered by the company and an inn was booked. All the details have been sent to your email. You have three weeks to get this done you hear me? I want this article to be delivered directly to my email regardless of if it’s been edited or not. Well? What are waiting for get out of here!” Mr. Wilson bellows.

Mira snaps out of her thoughts and thanks him for his time, even though he doesn’t deserve it. Professionalism for the win on her part. Returning to her cubicle she is quick to get her email open and learn the scope of this project. WHAT!? Her flight leaves in like five hours!

“Shit! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Mira prints off her tickets, inn information, itinerary and shuts down her station. Whipping out her cell she calls her best friend Sara. Stashing everything in her bag, the phone still ringing in her ear, she hustles out of the office.

“Hello?”

“Sara! Sara oh my god I need your help like asap!”

“What’s going on are you ok?”

“NO! My boss is sending me to Ireland to write a piece and only gave me today’s notice. My flight is in about four and a half hours. I need to pack and get my passport and what if I can’t convert my money? How will I get around? Rent a car? Don’t I need and international license for that? I don’t know wh—”

“MIRA! STOP! Chill out girl. I’ll leave work right now meet me at home and we will get it sorted out, ok? Take the line home instead of a taxi; the traffic is stupid today.”

“Y-yea ok. I’ll see you at home then.

“Ok see you in a bit and remember to breathe, ok?”

“Thanks Sara.”

“Heh any time.”

Mira takes a deep breath and makes her way to the station to hope on the line; once she’s on the right train she takes a seat and starts to research on her phone. The ruins in question are of an old castle that was recently uncovered, supposedly it was lost to history as stop for the knights templar. Ok that’s new information, all the way in Ireland? Thought that was just an English thing. She found her inn online and checked it out, it wasn’t really close to the ruins, she would have to rent a car likely to get to it as it was a bit out of the way of any roads and surely no cabby would take her there. After learning more about where she was going, she started to think up a plan on how to travel and how much to bring with her, how she was going to handle everything while she was gone. She would likely need to pay Sara ahead of time for the time she would be gone. Adulting sucks honestly, bills and bills and more bills which is why Mira felt like slave to her job. With out money you go hungry, you sleep on the streets or worse you die. Life can shift at any time in a city like Chicago, get complacent and you can lose everything. Shaking her head from those thoughts she hears her stop is coming up; once the cart stops, she makes her way through the station back up to the street to get to her apartment building.

Once in the apartment Mira is anxious yet again; picking through her closet she finds her luggage from her last trip to Murtle Beach for spring break like six years ago. Sifting through her room she found her passport, dragged out totes of clothes and shoes because work or not you don’t travel abroad looking like a bum. Not long after the jingle of keys announces Sara’s return as well.

“HEY, SARA, I’M IN HERE!”

“Whoa this is a disaster zone.”

“Heh yea kinda. Found my documents and printed off everything I need. Now it’s picking out clothes. For three weeks that’s what four pairs of pants and shirts, maybe a dress or two, and two pairs of shoes?”

“For Ireland? Won’t it be cold?”

“Right, it’s still winter there too. Well ok then skip the dresses and let’s pack in a jacket and my hoodie. Anything else I need I can just get while there and donate it before I come back.”

“See there you go, you on a mission is not only entertaining but a learning experience for me too. Ok so you have about a little over an hour to pack up and then we can take the line to the airport. I’ll make us something to eat while you sort this out.”

“I swear you are a god send I’m starving.”

“Hmmm someone has to have their head on straight for you.”

“Shut up!”

Sara cackles as she leaves to the kitchen. Mira and Sara have a long-standing friendship, they met in college right out of high school and have been close ever since. In their late twenties now neither of them has found the milestone theory they were taught at a young age fit them. Sure, they went to school and got their degrees, but the get married and have kids’ bit was just not for them. Sara was nearly married once but the man cheated, and she called it off. Mira never had that connection to want to get married just long relationships that usually fizzled out. Guys were too focused on physical things and Mira craved intellectual stimulation more; she just couldn’t be bothered to date currently while working at the paper the hours were atrocious.

After having dinner Sara accompanied Mira to the airport. Sara repeatedly telling Mira to quit worrying about little things like the bills, she would handle it. Once they reached the check in desk and got to security, that’s when the gravity of the situation his Mira.

“I’ll miss you.” She says quietly.

“Oh, I’ll miss you too. Have fun while you’re over there ok? Your boss can eat a bag of johnsons.”

“Sara! Oh my god.”

“I saw it on a sticker, it fit the situation. Anyways, gimme a text or call when you make it and tell me all about it ok?”

“Yea I will. Time difference might be off though.

“Eh I don’t mind. Do it anyways.”

“Well this is me. Try not to miss me too much.”

“Too late.”

Sara pulls Mira into a rib cracking tight hug; they squeeze each other and giggle together in the moment. Emotions swirling in her chest Mira had to break away.

“See you soon Sara.”

“Yep, see you soon. Have fun out there.”

Mira waves to Sara as she lines up to security and gets checked through; it’s when she’s on the other side searching for her flight gate that she feels the pang of saying good bye. She was never good at saying goodbye, it stung every time. Wishing the feelings away she searches for the gate and thankfully she made it just before boarding started. Once boarded on the plane she found her seat and stashed her small luggage in the bin above before taking her window seat. The foggy grey of Chicago still the same as that morning. Getting comfortable; Mira saw the screen on the back of the seat in front of her say the flight would be seven nearly eight hours long. Good grief she hoped she could get a nap in during that time.

Once the plane is geared to take off, Mira takes her last looks of Chicago before she jets off into the unknown. She’d never been abroad before, which is part of why she freaked out so much when her boss dumped this project on her last minute. Launching into the sky above the clouds that left Chicago grey; Mira feels excited, it’s a new experience and the trip ahead is full of possibilities.

Thankfully Mira was lucky and didn’t have anyone sat next to her in her row. The flight attendants were kind and offered snacks and drinks once altitude was reached. The drone of the plane a bit much on the ears, thankfully Mira brought her headphones to drown it out. She had found podcast about Irish history to give her a bit of insight to what kind of country she was going to and so she could understand the people for her article later. It’s not long and she falls victim to the husky voice of the podcaster and slumbers in her seat.

“Attention passengers this is your captain speaking. We will be landing shortly; the weather is rather cold upon arrival 45 degrees with misting rain. Please remain in your seats and follow direction of the staff please.”

Well Mira was certainly awake now; looking out the window she could see the green hills cast in the glow of the sunrise. Sunrise? What time was it? Looking at the screen on the seat again she could see she was now in a new time zone. Five hours ahead actually than what it would be in Chicago. That’s crazy. A new wave of excitement washed over her; it was beautiful, and she couldn’t wait to experience Ireland.

Upon landing, Mira grabbed her things and shuffled off the plane like everyone else, yet when she touched ground, she felt different. Like a barrier was broken somewhere within. Chumping it up to just feeling different in a new land, she continued. Finding a cab to take her to the Inn was easy enough; after checking in and getting settled in her room, she sighed in relief. She left a voicemail for Sara that she had made it; she always kept her promises. Jet lag did not take long to hit; after a small lunch that day, she passed out in her room for the rest of the first day.