#⊹ ࣪ ˖ greywrites

[ferigrieving]

semper ad meliora.

⊹ ࣪ in which its the little things.

ft. tsukishima kei - fireflies at night, 1k words

⤷ masterlist ; requests open ; 02 oikawa tooru

in the heart of a tranquil countryside, where the night sky unfolded like a vast, velvet blanket adorned with countless stars, you found yourself wandering through a meadow, aglow with the soft luminescence of fireflies. hand in hand with tsukishima, you methodically rubbed your thumb against the palm of his hand as you two walked.

“look at these damn bugs,” he muttered, lips curling into a smirk.  “they’re like tiny, floating lanterns. almost makes this backwater place you’ve gotten us lost in tolerable.”

“yeah. they're beautiful, aren't they?” you murmured, voice a low melody against the stillness of the night. tsukishima rolled his eyes at your statement, but there was a glimmer of something softer as he watched the fireflies dance. “yeah. guess they’re alright.”

as they wandered deeper into the meadow, the air became thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the distant murmur of a nearby stream provided white noise to the already beautiful evening. it was a perfect night for an adventure, and tsukishima couldn’t help but tease you about your insistence on bringing a picnic basket.

 “you’re such a hopeless romantic, y/n.” he quipped, a playful smirk ghosting over his lips. “what’s next? gonna serenade me under the stars?”

you elbowed him lightly in the stomach, chuckling softly. “maybe i will, asshat. let’s just enjoy the moment first, yeah?”

you two found yourselves enveloped in a shimmering sea of tiny lights, the air alive with the gentle hum of insects and the soft rustle of grass. tsukishima couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him, a rare moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of his everyday life.

you reached out, hand finding his with a gentle squeeze, as you spotted a cozy spot beneath an ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching towards the heavens like a guardian watching over you both. 

spreading out the picnic blanket, you take a seat beside tsukishima, whos stretching his legs out and leaning back on his elbows,  his curiosity piqued by the contents of the picnic basket. you giggled as you heard his stomach grumble, and whined when he retorted by pinching your cheek.

tsukishima watches you with a mixture of amusement and affection as you unpack the contents on the picnic basket, revealing an assortment of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a thermos of tea.

“pullin’ out all the stops, aren't cha ?” he remarks, a teasing glint in his eyes as he reaches for a strawberry.

“wanted tonight to be special, or whatever,” you huff and smack his hand away, taking the strawberry he was going for and swallowing it in one bite, stem and all. “just like you.”

tsukishima’s cheeks flush at the unexpected sentiment, but he quickly covers it up with a smirk, popping a grape in his mouth. “well, dont get too sentimental on me now. you’ll ruin my reputation.”

you chuckle softly, eyes filled with affection as you reach out to gently brush a stray blond lock away from his forehead. “your reputation could use a little tarnishin’ every now ‘n’ then, kei. might do ya’ a little good

“yeah yeah, keep dreamin’ loser.”

you two sit in comfortable silence for a while, savoring the club sandwiches you had brought and the company of each other. as the minutes tick by, you open up the thermos and pour two cups, the rich aroma wafting through the air and enveloping you in its warmth.

“tea?” you offer, taking a sip of your own tea and recoiling when it comes to be steaming hot.

tsukishima accepts it with a grateful nod, but not before teasing you of course. he takes as a sip, relishing the comforting warmth that spreads through him. “you think of everything don't you?”

you shrug, a soft smile playing on your lips. “only when it comes to you.”

your eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, everything else fades away- the worries, the doubts, the complexities of the world. just you, kei, and the fireflies that continue their ever-eternal dance around the forest.

as you continue to sip the hot tea, the night deepens around you two, the darkness only punctuated by the soft glow of fireflies. tsukishima leans against you tentatively, unsure if he should push his luck by cuddling with you.

he decides theres nothing more than he’d want than that, and leans his head against your shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his presence. moments later, he finds himself laying on your lap, looking up at you as a if you were an angel.

“y’know.” he begins, and jabs you in the stomach when you mumble a playful ‘what now! “i never thought i’d find someone who could put up with… me. i guess.”

“did i accidentally spike the tea..?” you murmur, thinking dramatically. “you’re being such a sap, i wonder if i accidentally brought the wrong kei here.”

“if i didnt know any better, i’d say you planned this whole thing just to make me less insufferable.”

you laugh, leaning in closer to tsukishima. “well, it seems to be workin’. youre almost tolerable. almost.

he feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “almost? damn, thanks for the boost of confidence, asshole.”

“you know what i mean, kei! you’re not so bad when you’re not a stick up my ass.”

tsukishima grins, conceding defeat with another pinch to the cheek. “fine, fine. ill take what i can get. but dont expect me to be startin’ writing love poetry or some cheesy shit like that anytime soon.

you chuckle, squeezing his hand affectionately. “ i wouldnt dream of it. your sarcasm is poetry enough for me.”

as you two finish the contents of the picnic basket, you find yourself reluctant to leave the tranquil sanctuary beneath the oak tree. but eventually, the chill of the night air begins to seep into your bones, and you two reluctantly gather up the remnants of the picnic.

“here,” tsukishima offers, fitting his purple hoodie over your head as you protest. “cant let you gettin’ sick on me. who else would i bother if you died?”

“you’re sick and twisted in the head, kei.”

with one last glance at the fireflies, their soft glow fading with the approaching dawn, you and tsukishima make the trek back through the meadow, hand in hand. the world around you two is hushed now, as if holding its breath in anticipation of a new daw.

as you two reach the edge of the meadow and the first light of dawn begins to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, tsukishima turns to you, an uncharacteristic softness in his eyes that startles you.

“thank you, love.” he murmurs, caressing your cheek softly, looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. you hoped you were to him, anyway.

“for what?”

“...everythin’.” he replies, heart swelling with a gratitude he’d much rather not vocalize.

[stormyweaver]

Computer Virus - Vo/x, Ha/zbin Ho/tel

I couldn't not post this eventually. Been rattling around in my drafts for a while so I figured it was time it see's more than just the light of a few people's gazes. Also idk great details about computers/television besides google so uh, yeah lol. (Contains illness and minor mentions of mess) Summary: Vo/x is reminded why he never lets his co-workers use his private tech. AKA Vale/ntino you asshole.

“Fug’ck’s sake…”

Vox swallowed hard - then immediately wished he hadn’t. The action brought a pronounced, throbbing ache along the swollen, tender flesh of his throat. What had started as a barely there tickle and a slight stiffness in his joints steadily morphed into a definite virus - one that decided to bring family and friends, because it felt like his entire being was bogged down with congestion, discomfort and malaise. 

In short: It fucking sucked, and he could only blame fucking Valentino.

Every time the asshole had an issue with his laptop, he always, always used Vox’s personal one - seriously, he was gonna need to triple encrypt it at this point to keep him out - and managed to download a fucking nasty malware via some kind of porn site. By the time Vox had connected his own system to the device, it was already too late, and by the time he’d found the source, it had already been transferred to him. Part of him couldn’t be pissed at Valentino. Like, truly couldn’t. Valentino would just start cussing him out; How should I know what the fuck a computer virus looks like? What the hell is malware, anyway? On and on and on, until finally Vox would grow weary and just ban him from using any of his devices EVER again. 

A sigh ghosted past Vox’s lips, followed by a sniffle - the sound so thick, sodden and heavy that it nearly had his skin crawling. To know that he didn’t even have a nose, let alone sinuses to get swollen and yet he felt so unbearably full to the brim with congestion… It was disgusting.

He almost wanted to sneeze, if to have a brief moment where his head didn’t feel so full to bursting. Almost.

Maybe if he could call it one-and-done, but nooo. He could never sneeze just once. They came in bursts, itchy expulsions that seemed to tumble out on top of each other, so damned excited to finally be let loose. And they left Vox panting, sniveling and mortified as he tried to mop the fluid that seeped from his vents and lips. Fuck, it was so gross.

Groaning, he shifted onto his side and tugged the duvet tighter over his shoulders - he hadn’t left bed for a good few hours but fuck it. The day was a wash the moment he’d slept through his alarm. Velvette and Valentino (the virus-peddling-moth-fucker) could manage without him for one damn day. His eyes were close to shutting completely, once again allowing the haze of sleep to take over - until he felt it. Just there, right behind his eyes; an inkling of prickling irritation. He whined, squinting and uselessly screwing his expression up as though he did have a nose to wriggle and twitch. Please, just let me sleep for a minute…

As if infuriated at the mere idea that Vox wouldn’t allow himself the pleasure of sneezing, the sensation all but exploded, and a sharp hitch flew past his lips. “Fuhhhck m’be, plhhheease…!” Okay, maybe that was a little weird to be gasping out in bed - alone but, he simply didn’t care. In the moment, all Vox could do was gasp and sputter, a few more lewd-leaning sounds spilling past trembling lips before the television demon’s system couldn’t stand to have the intense irritation linger a moment longer. “heh’IISSCHHH’HIEW!” 

The first sneeze always managed to take him by surprise, if nothing else than because he was still stunned he could even sneeze so hard without a fucking nose. He cringed, feeling the pillowcase beneath his head grow a bit damp - ughhh, fucking gross - but he had all of two seconds to dwell on the mess factor before a shiver rippled down his spine. “hHHZZSCHH’hiew! hHHZZ’NGSHHh! Hehh!! Ehhh’IZZSCHH’OOoo! Unnghh… fu’huuugck…”

A pitiful whine trailed after the last exhausting sneeze. It felt like someone had just sucked whatever was left of his damned soul out of his ailing body. And the congestion somehow seemed worse, sluggishly dripping onto his already soiled pillowcase. It plugged his ears and made his head spin even while laying down. 

Despite how Vox wanted to immediately throw himself into the pits of hell itself, he settled on nuzzling deeper into his covers and tugging the comforter forcefully over his head. 

Fuck a day off. At this rate, the other Vee’s were lucky if they managed to get him back in a week.

[infinitywithyou]

“ i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown. ” Sebastian to Blaine | “ i don’t wanna be scared anymore. ” | “ why do you trust me? ” Andner.

(First ones answered here and here)

Why do you trust me? 

Blaine tilted his head, studying the man before him.  It was a fair question he supposed, but not one with an easy answer.  The switch shrugged his shoulders.  “I guess part of it is biology; the submissive in me responding, eagerly, to the Dominant in you Sir.    Part of it is because of Harborage.  How can the man that created this wonderful place be anything but trustworthy?”  Blaine licked over his lips.  “But mostly, it’s also because... when you look at me, I feel like you see me Mr. Warner.  In a way few people do.   In a way I want to be seen.  I think that is the biggest part of why I trust you.”  He smiled softly at the Dominant, fingers itching to reach out and touch the other’s hand.  “Shouldn’t I trust you Sir?”  

[artgroves]

Just a couple of cool cats, doing whatever cool cats do

for @mystrana and greywrites who won the @marveltrumpshate bid on the @marvelartparty offer for 9 arts x 9 artists. Thank you guys!

[bleedxblack-art]

Shrinkyclinks Fest 2021 Fill [Part 1]

Local punk Steve Rogers goes to see his hardcore vocalist boyfriend, Bucky, perform with his band, Widow. Friend and guitarist Natasha took this photo after the band had finished their set.

Prompter: @greywrites Rating: E Medium: digital art Ao3 link: here @shrinkyclinksfest​

[marvelartparty]

Marvel Art Telephone Game:

🎨 SFW Team 3 - Round Up 🎨

SFW Team 3: See the full artworks on AO3!

NomNom @vindemiatrix-moonpies - FaWS: The Quest of The Shield Bearer

Amberdreams @amberdreams1960 - Look Behind You  

greywrites @allgreymatters - White Widow Natasha

whatthefoucault @whatthefoucault - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Nat

DeamonSlayer576 @artslayer576 - What A Tangled Web She Weaves

The ArtParty Art Telephone Game is a fun event, inspired by similar art telephone games, where each artist only sees the art previous to theirs. The goal was to create an interesting succession of artworks for each team that were clearly inspired by the previous one, but not necessarily copies. Rules: Artists were free to change poses and styles; if the prompt art had 2 characters, they could swap out 1; if there was 1 character, they could add 1.

[stucky-ficrecs]

Completed WIPs, November 2019

I’ve finally caught up! Newsletter version with summaries here.

What we do in the shadows (is helping children) by Menatiera for cpt_winniethepooh (T, 6K)

beautiful tyrants by selinawrites (T, 64K)

down in the brooklyn toil by arabellagaleotti (G, 1878)

Recipe for Demi-saster by Imagineitdear (E, 24K)

Forging the Shield (Remix) by Politzania (E, 7K)

The Man in the Mirror by Pure_Obsession (M, 8K)

Tell Me It's Madness (I Barely Know You) by gingertintedglasses (T, 18K)

Best Friends Since Childhood by SinpaiCasanova for frostbitebakery (E, 10K)

All roads lead to where you are by bennettmp339 for Jadesymb (T, 8K)

Stranded and Adrift by antigrav_vector for Quarra (M, 2K)

Alpha Services by roe87 (M, 19K)

Homesick Ghosts by cosipotente (T, 10K)

Out of the Wreckage by eosaurora13 (T, 103K)

A (fake) Fiance for Christmas by darter_blue (M, 15K)

Through Thick And Thin by Diamond_Raven (AO3 login required) (E, 50K)

On the Air by debwalsh for Salvia_G (M, 144K)

Pumpkin Pies & Twinkle Lights by betheflame, kocuria-visuals (kocuria) (G, 21K)

There Are So Many Thoughts In My Head by SereneCalamity (M, 9K)

If Only by endingscene (T, 60K)

Pumpkin Pies & Twinkle Lights - moodboards by kocuria-visuals (kocuria) for betheflame (G, 1079)

Not Bad for the End of the World by debwalsh (NR, 13K)

All Those Little Pieces by Ellessey (M, 41K)

Smile for the Camera by lordelannette (E, 172K)

Never Broken by Neonbat (E, 24K)

two sides by Areiton (T, 18K)

The Soldier's Revenge by LeeHan (E, 76K)

The Hunter & The Crusader by greywrites, UmiAzuma (T, 21K)

The Winter Soldier by shestepsintotheriver (M, 61K)

Civilian by alby_mangroves, CoraRochester (E, 72K)

Plunge by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (T, 33K)

Plastic Bridges by fannishlove, flightyrock (M, 114K)

lightning strikes (again, again) by Spacedog (E, 19K)

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The Same Star by Annaelle, dolarhyding, Juulna (M, 32K)

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I Believe In Something More by cydonic for Lorien (M, 74K)

On the Wings of Winter by FrenchKey, JayofOlympus (E, 66K)

So This Is Love by amethystkrystal (T, 18K)

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drown me in your water by kittyandmulder, maggneto (E, 51K)

a love like a river by d_claiborne (E, 30K)

The Winter Stallion by fancyh (M, 35K)

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Snapped by elizziebeth13 (G, 8K)

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[spacebuck]

fave stevebucky fics?

from my most recently read:

The Star Upon His Brow by cobaltmoony, littleblackfox

Kintsugi (Call It Love) by Anna_Heyward

You Could Be Mine by lambchop33

The Devil's Acre by littleblackfox for greywrites

Salt & Sugar by GoldBlooded, stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) for chicklette

A Marriage of Ice and Fire by alby_mangroves, Mystrana

i love a lot of fics so it’s pretty hard to choose things, but basically anything i’ve bookmarked on ao3 i love - mainly because i forget that function exists oops

[greywrites]

So, I just delisted my book from its online platforms, and I feel...pretty great.

I think I’ve been writing this one project, Vein Bound, for so long that I kept wanting it to be finished and I kept pushing it and telling myself ‘Okay, this is it. THIS is the book I’ve been meaning to write.’ (I have literally wrote that at least three times, to anyone paying attention to newsletters and blogs of mine).

Here is the part where I’m eating my own words.

As this tumblr takes off and I’m beginning anew, I find that I don’t mind that. I think the best thing we can do for ourselves as writers and creators is to admit when something isn’t working. 

I’m starting over in more ways than one.

I haven’t set any dates yet for any more releases or anything. I have a few other things going on in my life outside of the internet that I’m focusing on but I’ve redirected other energies right here. Into this blog, into reviving my online presence. Loosely, I’m planning on renaming the book and trying to shop it around to agents once I’ve rewritten a large portion of it.

Right now, that is the extent of my plans. I think I’m afraid of committing too much of my current goals to this blog in case it doesn’t pan out again. I want this time to be different. I don’t want this to feel like just another false start. It feels different in many ways right now but I don’t want to spook it.

For now, there is a general feeling. Of progress.

[ferigrieving]

darkroom chemicals.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which megumi develops more than just film.

in the heart of tokyo, tucked away in a cosy corner of the bustling city, megumi fushiguro found solace in an old photography darkroom. 

the air was heavy with the scent of chemicals and the soft hum of the tap running filled the room as he worked alongside you, too busy hanging up your prints to notice him.

in the corner of the room, fushiguro wrestled with a new roll of film, gritting his teeth as it refused to open. you stifled a laugh as you watched him fight, and seemingly loose, to his demons.

you gestured for him to move over, taking the changing bag from him and replacing his arms with yours. with practised precision, your fingers found the bottle cap opener and popped the roll open with ease.

“you’re welcome, ‘guro.” you elbow him in the shoulder when he lets out an indignant huff.

“sure. thanks” he bites out, frowning. “i had it.”

“yeah, sure you did, man.” you roll your eyes,opening the developing tank, removing the lids and before popping the roll of film in the reel. 

once the reel ceased the rhythmic clicking, you grabbed the scissors and cut off the excess at the end. placing it back inside the tank, the lid and agitator followed suit after. shutting it tight, you wrangled your arms free from the suffocating bag, wiping them on fushiguro’s jacket sleeve as a thanks. 

“shut up.” his voice lacks the usual snark it has, face flushed as he looks away from you, taking the bag and removing its content.

the room falls silent for a moment, save for the sound of the running tap and the occasional buzz of the light bulb. he looks down at his tank, mumbling a “..what’re you developing?” in an attempt to forget the moment that happened.

when you tell him its a secret ! he rolls his eyes, shifting his weight as he pushes in his stool. “y’know, usually when someone says that, its almost always embarrassing.”

“you’ll find out eventually, ‘kay? they’re just drying.” you push him playfully, taking his tank and putting it in with the rest in the designated drawer. “you're so impatient!”

“maybe i’ll just have to peek when youre not lookin’.” fushiguro’s tone is sarcastic, but the glint in his deep green eyes tell you otherwise. “you can’t do that, asshole. thats cheating.” you retorted, forwning.

he shrugs, taking another step towards you. his demeanour is more playful than anything, and you didnt know how long he would keep up the act until the jaws of the trap that is megumi fushiguro slam shut once more. 

“pretty please, let me see one of your prints for just five seconds?” he begs, in a dramatic whine, as if he were a little kid asking for another cookie. you didnt know how to feel about this side of fushiguro, but you werent necessarily complaining. he’d have to do a little more begging, though.

you chuckled at his theatrics, the corners of your lips curling up in amusement. “five seconds, huh? you drive a hard bargain, fushiguro.” you hum, wagging your finger at him playfully as you take a seat atop the counter.

“c’mon. just a quick peek. i promise i wont take long.”

you pretend to mull it over, tapping your chin thoughtfully as if you were considering his request. “well, i suppose i could make an exception just this once, just for you, ‘guro.” you grin, grabbing his hand and walking out of the darkroom and out into the light. 

with what you can only decipher as a ‘grin’ ghosting over fushiguro’s face, he crossed the distance and plucked one of the prints that was drying above you.

“oh.. huh.” he mumbles,  eyes scanning the negative. trying to comprehend what he’s seeing– and why you decided to develop this photo, of all things.

“its– me?” his voice trails off after a moment, his brain working on overdrive. “...why?”

you shrugged, cracking your knuckles absentmindedly. “you looked nice.”

“i looked nice?” fushiguro echoes quietly, still not able to fully believe what he was seeing. he feels his face heating up, scanning the picture once, twice, trying to see it the way you do.

“you’re the second person since… a long time, i guess, to tell me that.” he murmurs, eyes moving away from the negative and back to you. he crosses his arms over his chest, trying to disguise how warm he felt. when he speaks again, his voice is quiet, tinged with uncertainty. “you really think that im…nice to look at?”

“you’re real pretty, ‘guro.” you frown, stating it matter of factly. “why cant you accept that?”

“..’cause im not.” he states bluntly, tone flat and defensive. its almost as if he’s certain you're just trying to humour him, but theres a sinking feeling in his stomach that you might, just might, be genuine. “just.. drop the subject okay? ‘m not pretty.” you winced when his voice breaks at the end, as if it physically hurt him to be complimented.

you nod, apologising and hauling your legs up to press them against your chest, resting your chin against your knees as you watched him keenly.

fushiguro takes a deep breath, the tensin easing from his body. even though he’s certain you were merely being kind, it felt nice to hear someone compliment him, for once.

“hey, uh,” he looks around nervously, eyes locking in on a random corner. “when you’re done developing this roll, you’re gonna keep the negatives.. right?”

“–why wouldn’t i?”

“for reasons like,” his voice trails off once more, lost in thought. “...what if one day we– we lose touch with each other? what if we dont talk anymore?” he shrugs, tone remaining nonchalant, as if he wasnt bothered by the concept at all. “wouldn’t the negatives be the only way for both of us to see the pictures again? to remember?”

“why the fuck is that your first thought?”

“....’cause its a very likely scenario?” the question makes him tense up, his expression shifting to what you could only describe as defensiveness. “what, you think we’re still gonna stick around and be years on end? if a curse hasn't killed us before graduation, anyways.”

“we’ll still be friends. and alive.”

fushiguro goes quiet for a moment, a flicker of discomfort washing across him. the statement made him.. uncomfortable, despite it being something he’s thought about for hours end. it makes him feel uneasy to think about how everything he knows is temporary.

“...what makes you think that?”

“you really dont wanna be friends that badly, huh?”

fushiguro grits his teeth, wanting to argue further but refusing to make himself any more vulnerable than he already is. the idea of admitting that he wants to talk to you for years on end made him feel like an idiot. “what i meant was, i think we’ll drift. you and i; we’ll drift off as we get older, and eventually, we’ll forget each other.”

“even if we drift apart, i’ll never forget you, fushiguro.”

“...yeah? you’ll never forget about me? how touching.”

“pinky promise.”

he rolls his eyes, locking his pinky with yours, holding it a bit too tight for what was meant to be a simple promise. you’re not sure why he holds it so firmly when it’s such a small gesture, but you can assume he just wants to be reassured one way or another.

“and you better remember. no matter how many years go by, remember me, got it?” he adds, the usual gruffness back in his tone. once you nod, he slowly releases your pinky finger, before ushering you back over to the developing station. 

“then go develop that roll, ‘kay?” he states curtly, a ghost of a smile still on his lips. “i don't wanna hear anythin’ about it until the photos are all done.”

you salute him, giggling an ‘on it boss!’ and scurrying back off into the darkroom, leaving fushiguro in the classroom by himself.

he sighs, shaking his head as you disappear into the darkroom. he cant help but smile as he watches you go, wondering how you could be so damn pretty and annoying at the same time. finding a spot by the window, he takes a seat on the sill, trying desperately to make his simile smaller, but it just wouldn't bude. he remains there, unable to take his mind off the idea that you actually wanted to take a picture of him because you thought he was ‘nice’? 

it was insane– and he couldn't get it out of his mind.

fushiguro stares out the window for a while longer, thinking nothing but the image of you taking a photo of him. he’s trying hard to focus on the more logical reasoning behind why you’d use your expensive film on a photo of him, of all people. 

he stays by the window for what feels like forever, lost in his own thoughts and trying to convince himself that what you did was a waste of film. he’s lost in the train of thought when he’s snapped back into actuality by the sound of the heavy steel door opening, then closing. he quickly goes to see what you’ve developed. yet, once he’s pushed through the door and the thick black curtain, he freezes up.

on one of the table rests multiple developed photos, all different shapes and orientations. some were completely blank, others too dark, or too light, but they all seem to have one running theme; him. every single photo is a candid shot of fushiguro, all twenty four negatvies.

his breath catches when he realizes this, picking one up to double check if it was truly him, as if anyone else had such unique hair as his. it was one of him crouching down in front of a fire hydrant, snapping a picture of the graffiti that covered it. it was so perfectly composed, he wanted to throw up.

at first, he’s intrigued by the thought, but as his eyes scan over each and every photo of him, he has never felt more uncomfortable in his own skin. he’s suddenly on high alert, noticing all the little quirks and mannerisms he has when he’s not paying attention. fushiguro lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing his arms as he leans against the table. 

he’s thinking. a lot. everything here is making him uneasy. 

the fact that you developed so many pictures of him,

the fact that you wanted to stay friends,

the fact that you called him pretty.

he frowns, shaking his head. its stupid– what is he so paranoid over?

fushiguro finds himself growing increasingly more anxious as he examines the pictures. he’s suddenly noticing everything about himself, all the ugly and stupid things about his appearance that he hates. 

he’s thinking about every little detail when the sound of the door opening and shutting startles him, and the sight of you emerging from the curtains, wet strands of hair sticking to your face, makes his stomach do a backflip.

“looking someplace you weren’t supposed to, huh?”

he glances up at you, trying to keep his composure in one piece. “...you developed all of them?” he asks, a hint of panic seeping through his voice, his nerves rattling more and more with every movement you make.

“why, dont like ‘em?”

“i didnt say that, asshole.” he rolls his eyes, trying to maintain a flat, even voice. he’s unsure of what to say, so he decides to choose the bluntest route. “why me?’

“why not you?”

fushiguro goes quiet for a bit, not truly wanting an answer to his question. the last thing he wanted to hear was an answer that’d confirm whatever he’s currently thinking.

“i just.. dont get it.”  he sighs, expression relenting into something a bit more sombre. “ you could’ve taken pictures of anythin’ else– why did you want so many pictures of me?”

“you’re a very good muse, fushiguro. whether you know it or not.”

he goes silent, his breath catching as he hears your words. he can’t help but feel a small tinge of pride swell up in his chest, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. the fact that you think he makes a good muse.. it fils him with conflicting waves of pleasure and discomfort. he grits his teeth, not wanting to admit that what you’re saying is making him feel weirdly happy.

“...whatever.” he grumbles, his tone going back to the cold and emotionless one you’re familiar with. he’s embarrassed and he’d rather not let you know the extent of it. so, he’s trying to stay as stubborn as possible. he grits his teeth, still staring at the photo of him, not bothering to look up at you. 

you’re humming a tune he’s unfamiliar with, taking the pictures one by one to hang up on the drying rack, seemingly unbothered by his actions.

fushiguro tries to ignore the fact that you’re practically oozing with relaxed air while he’s over here, fighting the urge to hurl all over your chest.  he rubs his eyes, trying to ignore each and every photo you hang up.

after a few moments, he glances over at you, hands digging into his pockets as you ignore him. he’s silent for a moment longer, taking a moment to process everything thats been thrown at him so far. even though he can say he feels wholly uncomfortable with the pictures, he also cant deny that looking at them made him feel… happy. 

“why didnt you ask me before you took the pictures?

“because if i did, you’d look the exact same in every photo,” you huff. “stiff, frowning, looking away from the camera.”

fushiguro remains silent, though he can feel his cheeks flush in embarrassment once more. while he’s trying to look as nonchalant as possible while talking to you, you’ve managed to hit a weak spot. the realisation that he looks unhappy to the point you can predict what he’d looks like makes him feel a little uneasy.

“what makes you think im unhappy all the time?”

“im not sayin’ you’re unhappy all the time, im just sayin’ that if i told you i was takin’ a photo, you’d be frownin’ in all of ‘em.”

he grits his teeth, trying to stop the small smile that wants to break through. he’s trying desperately to stay mad, not wanting you to catch onto the fact that he’s happy right now.

“so you took advantage of the fact that i didnt know you were takin’ pictures of me, huh? is that how you justify it, by sayin’ ill be upset in every photo ? what’s next, you take more photos when im sleepin’ or something?” he asks, voice laced with sarcasm.

“maybe.”

he goes silent at your blunt, honest response, his eyebrows furrowing as his mouth pulls into an awkward smile despite his efforts to stay mad. “...maybe??” a small laugh escapes his lips, although it sounds like more of a garble. the whole thing makes him feel strangely flustered, and you’re only making it worse with each of your responses.

“yeah, yeah, real funny. you’re seriously fucked up in the head, you kn[

‘ow that?” he says, his tone going back to its usual grumpiness.”

“why, what’d i do !!” you pout, pulling up a stool from under your enlarger to criss cross apple sauce on it.

“are you actually this dense?” he starts, before waving you off and sighing. “nevermind, just forget i said anything.”

“‘m gonna go take a break. dont touch anything at my station unless you want me to summon mahogara when you’re sleeping.

he gives you a short nod, before heading off to take his ‘break.’ right now, he just needs to get away from you, even just for a little bit. his mind is working too quickly for him to be around you; he’s just too prone to giving into his impulses when he’s like this, and he hates it.

fushiguro exits the darkroom again, heading off to his usual spot in the courtyard of the first year building. he’s already been here a thousand times and over again, and it’s become some sort of ritual; whenever he needs to calm down, he always comes here. he doesnt even know why he does. he just does. its just the way things are.

his thoughts are still racing as he sits down facing the windows. why are you so interested in taking photos of me? why are you so nice to me? why are you so… pretty?

he remains silent, rubbing his temples as  he sits. he feels himself getting pissed off simply because he feels so vulnerable around you. he’s feeling weak and stupid for getting angry over your harmless interest.

he’s trying to stop his thoughts. he’s trying. but the moment he closes his eyes, all he can see is your damn smile.

fushiguro grits his teeth, staring at a spot in the corner of the stairs. the whole thing makes him so incredibly nervous– you being so undeniably interested in him. its something he’s never experienced before, and its making him feel so odd.

he’s annoyed with you. at the whole situation. the fact that you make him feel so weak just by looking at him.

this is absurd. stupid. insane. he’s pissed off for no reason, and he cant seem to make it stop. he’s mad at you, mad at your photos, mad at everything– especially the fact that you’re so fucking friendly to him for no apparent reason.

he stays silent as his thoughts continue to run wild with anger, trying to convince himself that the reason he’s simply annoyed with the situation and not because he’s feeling

weak.

he’s feeling really fucking weak. his anger stems from the weakness he feels whenever he thinks about you, talks to you, looks at you. you’re the one who’s made him feel so goddamn vulnerable.

as if on cue, you waltz out of the photography darkroom, apron-less. “‘guro?” you call out, peeking in and out of the hallways that made up the school. “i made some tea.”

fushiguro jumps a bit as you call out his name, his eyes scanning the area before settling on you. the moment he sees you, he freezes; the last thing he expects to hear is you calling him by that god-awful nickname he has to tell himself that he hates.

as soon as you spot him, you grin and wave as best as you can with the cups in your hand, taking a seat awfully close to him for all the empty space around. “...why?”

“–why ? why not, ‘guro?”

“i can get my own cup of tea, y’know.” he huffs, tone still sharp and blunt. he’s trying to regain his usual composure, but it’s proven to be a bit difficult in your presence. he’s trying hard not to let his emotions show– his irritation, his anger, his bashfulness– because he doesnt want to admit to himself what you’re doing to him.

“well, right now you dont gotta. unless you want me to give the tea to itadori–”

before you could finish the sentence, he takes his cup from your hand, the one you had ‘forced’ him to make with you when you were trying pottery. its a short, white cup, with a long handle that you added yourself because you thought it’d be funny when he wasnt looking. theres nothing on it except the imprint of a paw.

“why– why do you care so much?” he says, voice unusually small.

“why wouldnt i, fushiguro?”

he scoffs, looking away again. the fact you seem so unbothered by his behaviour is… odd. “just.. why? why do you insist on being so damn nice?”

you frown at his words, wondering what you did to make him upset this time. was it the pictures? maybe the tea ? or all of it. probably all of it. “i didnt.. mean ta’ make you upset.” you murmur, looking away, watching the clouds go by instead of looking at the boy in front of you.

“how do you want.. me to answer that? honestly?” you try, looking at him hopefully. he returns it with a blunt ‘i dont know.’

“i just… want to know why someone like you cares about me, out of all people. why would you waste time with someone like me? theres so many other people that are smart, better looking, stronger, and more.. interesting than me. why waste your time with me, huh?”

you roll your eyes, placing down your cup, a black one to match fushiguro’s, before pulling him abruptly into a hug.

he tenses for a moment, surprised by the sudden gesture. for a moment, his thoughts and emotions are quiet, for once. he doesnt know how to react. gojo taught him how to deal with every single curse in the book, how to pop your bones back into place, how to wrap a wound, but never something like this. he’d have to ask. 

after a moment, he hesitantly hugs you back, as if you were a bomb prepped to explode. he’s overwhelmed with how close you are to him. when did he let you get so close? you smell like strawberries. he hates strawberries.

his thoughts are a mess as the seconds pass, he doesnt even have a fraction of an idea on how to handle this. all logic and reason are lost to him, the only things he had going for him. 

all he knows for sure is that his heart is beating out his chest, and his body has grown warm, and that he’s sure that you’ve noticed both. you havent said anything.

“....does that answer the question, fushiguro?”

“yeah.. yeah, it does.” he’s hesitant, voice much softer than it usually is. he lets out a quiet sigh as he continues to hug you. he’s finding more comfort in the silence than he’d like to admit. 

“can i tell you something that ive.. never told anybody before? his tone is hesitant, curious, like he wants to believe you’d be understanding, that you wouldnt judge him for it.

you nod, running your fingers through his dark locks. his hair is soft, you think. i should ask him for his hair routine. and eyelash while im at it.

“can i trust you? with this?”

“cross my heart and hope to die. stick a needle in my eye.”  you grin, and although he cant see it, he can just imagine the stupid shit-eating grin on your face right now.

“this might actually sound stupid. and it probably is, but its been bothering me lately and i just..” he pauses, sighing. “have i ever told you.. that i get really, really fucking nervous around you?”

“...no, you havent.”

“well,” fushiguro frowns, voice going blunt again. “i do. i get really nervous around you. like… a lot more than i should, i guess.”

he sighs, trying his best to stop his heart from pounding out of his chest. he’s still holding you tightly in a hug, like he’s afraid as soon as he lets go, you’ll disappear. he’s scared of you finding this strange, or being repulsed by his sudden honestly. god knows he is. he doesnt want to push you away because.. who else would treat him the way you do?

fushiguro stays silent for a moment, taking in a deep breath as your lack of an answer rattles his nerves again. he’d be lying if he said he was okay right about now. 

“yeah i get– i get real nervous around you. its almost,” he sighs again, swallowing nervously. “its almost embarrassing to admit.”

you’re frozen, caught off guard by fushiguro’s unexpected confession. his words hung heavy in the air, echoing in the silence of the auditorium. you wouldnt be surprised if the plants were listening in, at this point. your voice was barely above a whisper, your heart suddenly too big for your chest. “i do too. i get– i get awfully nervous around you. my heart starts beatin’ all fast, and i want to throw up and cry and scream all at the same time whenever you’re around. its becomin’ a problem, honestly.

fushiguro stays silent when you admit that you too, get nervous around him. without thinking, he reached out, hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers as you too shared the hug. in that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of.. something indescribable. 

“nobara told me it’s cause i like you,” you continue, thumb rubbing the back of his hand. “i still haven’t figured that part out yet myself.”

after a moment or two of silence, just holding each other in the middle of the school, you speak again, voice quiet. “you dont gotta say anythin’ you dont wanna, ‘guro.”

“but,” his stomach drops as he hears you say this, and he hesitates before trying to speak. “but i feel like i should. i need to tell you the truth–i do have feelings for you. at least i think i do.”

“i have feelings for you. a lot of the,. you make me feel.. lightheaded, and my heart feels like it’s goin’ a million miles an hour when you’re around. and.. and–”

“i like you too, i think.”

“you… you do…?” fushiguro murmurs, voice barely audible. “you’re not jokin’ right?”

“why would i joke about that, fushiguro?”

“i dont– i dont know. i just.. didn't think you’d ever like someone like me.” he pauses, sighing. “you’re– you’re beautiful, and smart, and kind and.. and everything anyone could ever want in a person. and yet you chose me?”

you pull back a bit to caress his face lightly, thumb brushing over the apple of his cheek, smiling as he continues to babble on. “you probably see something in me that i don't even see myself.. and ‘m so god damn grateful for that but i– don't understand it. and probably never will.”

“why is it so hard for you to accept that you’re loved, fushiguro?”

you know the answer to that. it was a stupid question. you both know it. he could write you a whole book on why he doesn't think he’s worthy of love, starting at the ripe age of six. he shakes his head, thinking back to all the people who were supposed to care for him but didn't. all he had going for him was some white haired man who basically adopted him when he was a teen.

“i’ve never had someone care for me before. not really.” he confesses “they never did– not really. they just liked to say they did. and when they realised i could be of use to them in terms of power, influence, or status..” 

“do you really think i’d do that to you?”

fushiguro hesitates, thoughts suddenly filling his head to the point it was difficult to think. “ i dont.. i dont think you’re that type of person. youre not like anyone ive ever met before. more genuine, more honest. its easy to tell that you care. i guess.”

“plus,” he continues, a small smile forming on his face. “you haven't given me any reason to doubt you. everything you’ve done, its always felt real.”

“i think i... actually like you a lot," fushiguro murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying the weight of a confession long kept hidden. he closed his eyes, leaning against you, seeking solace in the warmth of your embrace. in that moment, he wished he could stay there forever, cocooned in the safety of your arms.

"and I want to keep hanging out with you more often, because..." fushiguro hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathered the courage to voice the truth. 

"because I think I'm falling a little bit in love with you."

your breath caught in your throat, surprise and joy mingling in equal measure as you processed fushiguro’s heartfelt confession. "really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart soaring with hope.

"really ," he confirmed, his own lips curling into a shy smile as he met your gaze, his eyes alight with emotion.

unable to contain the overwhelming rush of emotions, you grinned, pressing a tender kiss to fushiguro’s jaw before pulling him into a tight embrace. "i love you, megumi" you whispered against his ear, the words carrying the weight of a promise.

megumi’s heart skipped a beat at your declaration, a rush of warmth flooding through him. "o love you too," he murmured in response, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

he felt his face flush with heat as your lips brushed against his jaw, a rush of euphoria washing over him. he stayed silent, savouring the warmth of your embrace, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him like a gentle wave. With you, he felt safe, accepted, and loved—a feeling he never wanted to let go of.

he’s never felt like this around anyone before and it feels… nice. it feels like home, almost.

you feel like home to him.

[stormyweaver]

Nobody asked for this, but it's my OC Elliott. Have fun!

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"Hehh!!-- Ihh- ihh- IHHH-- HIIISSHHH'HUUEE!! Ohh… sdf!-- HH'JSSCHHUuee!!" Elliott sniffled - a thick, viscous sound reminiscent of sludge far too packed to flow through the pipe it currently resided in - and winced at the 'bless you's' which echoed through the garage. Taylor spoke up first, as always, with a blow to Elliott's already fragile ego. "Jesus, you plan on stopping any time soon? I only have so many fingers to keep count!" Though a part of Elliott, a large part, wanted to beam his co-worker with an allen wrench, he knew that the comment was at least partially warranted. Ever since arriving to work, Elliott had been sneezing on and off; and that wasn't even including the sneezing before he'd gotten to the auto shop. Pausing to cough into his elbow, the brunette decided to opt for non-violence - and instead threw up a not-so-friendly gesture towards his fellow mechanic. "Maybe if you actually focused on working instead of counting my sneezes, you'd leave on time for once," With another forceful, snorting intake of air, Elliott laid back down on the bench beneath his back. It felt cold and rough beneath his aching muscles, the skin shivering every so often, sticky with sweat. He was genuinely surprised he hadn't soaked through the entirety of his shirt already. Despite his malaise and slight dizziness, he continued working on the car's suspension. A few minutes in, he blinked blearily, before a panicked, albeit hazy expression settled onto his face. No no, not again, he was almost done! Rosy nostrils fluttered as his chest rose with a sharp inhale.

"Ehhh--!! EHH'JSSCHH'HIEW! HH'RRRSCHH'HIIEW!!Ohhh…"

The sneezed threatened to bolt him entirely upright, and he barely managed to restrain the strong expulsions from doing so. Still, his nose still got it's vengeance: glistening trails of mess clung to his upper lip, along with a heavy spray settling onto his face and shirt. Elliott swore under his breath, then went rigid as Taylor piped up again.

"Thirty-six!" Fucking hell. He'd probably beat his record at this point, and it was only... 11:30am. Today was gonna be long.

[bleedxblack-art]

Shrinkyclinks Fest 2021 Fill [Part 2]

Local punk Steve Rogers goes to see his hardcore vocalist boyfriend, Bucky, perform with his band, Widow.

Prompter: @greywrites Rating: E Medium: digital art Ao3 link: here @shrinkyclinksfest​

[infinitywithyou]

“ i don’t wanna be scared anymore. ” -Andner (greywrites)

Blaine looked up at Mr. Warner from where he was kneeling beside his desk at Harborage House.  Miss Mia had started asking Blaine to run little errands, do little tasks for Mr. Warner, making sure that everyday, at some point, their paths crossed.  Somedays, like today, the task wouldn’t take long and Blaine would be at a loss for the attention he craved from the older man.  Sometimes he’d act out; on purpose, just to be punished.  Somedays, although they were rare, he was brave enough to ask for something more.  And even less frequently, were the times when Mr. Warner asked him to stay; asked him if he needed anything, or like today, asked him to submit.  

Even though Blaine trusted the Dominant explicitly, and would have done anything he asked, Mr Warner was always cautious with him; rarely pushed the boundaries, always mindful of how their interactions might be interpreted.  

“Scared Sir?” Blaine asked, licking over his lips.  “I don’t understand.  What are you scared of?”  The switch couldn’t help but wonder, somewhat hopefully, if this had something to do with the other sub, the one Mr Warner had told him about; the one from his past.  It seemed that relationship had kept the Dominant from seeking anything other than the most basic, strict meeting of his needs when absolutely necessary.  Was he ready for something more?  Did he want that from Blaine?  The switch shivered with anticipation, a flush spreading over his face. 

@greywrites

[stucky-ficrecs]

Completed WIPs, May 2018

WIPs that were finished in May! The newsletter version contains the summaries, since Tumblr truncates posts with lots of links.

Strike a Match and Let Me Burn by Chanolay (E, 24K)

To Let the Shadows In by Aylwyyn228 (NR, 21K)

Alright (The Band Was Altogether) by MerrilyGrey, Neutralchaos (E, 18K)

Sex-bot Bucky by roe87 (E, 14K)

Then the snow started falling by Lestradesexwife (T, 2K)

A Hidden Figure by LeafontheWinf2 (T, 40K)

A society of Serpents and Heroes by Prettyyoungtragedy (E, 13K)

Words Left Unsaid by Arke, sparkly_butthole (T, 4K)

Lover's Eye by RedRowan for talkplaylove (T, 16K)

Far Strayed by eyres for Lena7142 (M, 18K)

A Shot in the Dark by kasunn (T, 12K)

In Hell, We Stand By You by Annaelle (T, 40K)

Nomad by flowerfan (T, 21K)

Full Metal Sasquatch by newsbypostcard for cabloom (M, 21K)

Pepper Potts Proudly Presents: Little Shop of Horrors by WallyWillyWalter (T, 40K)

Be still, my water-borne heart by Terrenis (T, 10K)

Behind Locked Doors by itshysterekal (T, 39K)

Blood Money Blood Money by BladedFeather (M, 9K)

Still Need Shielding by Entwinedlove (T, 18K)

Time After Time by Ascafen, RavenclawWitch18 for Ascafen (E, 16K)

The greater grief by napoleonborntoparty (M, 19K)

watch the world chasing to find us by Spikedluv for comedicdrama (E, 31K)

Count the days ('til I carry you home) by bibbit_didit (G, 11K)

Avengers Assemble! by Shinigami24 (M, 15K)

Hypnagogia by potofsoup, RiverTam (T, 57K)

Invisible Ink by Lucidnancyboy for hufflepxnk (deepthroatdraco) (M, 42K)

Coffee With Almond Milk by ArchOfImagine (E, 13K)

Will You Accept This Rose? by mambo for hakunahistata (MinistryHasFallen) (T, 9K)

In The Shadows by ExistentialMalaises (T, 6K)

Caught My Attention by billie_vivienne, capsiclemycaptain (E, 17K)

To right a wrong by Gaia_bing (T, 5K)

hand me down my walkin' cane by edfh26 (T, 2K)

Dream a Little Dream by DrowningByDegrees-Art (DrowningByDegrees), velleities (M, 16K)

What the Water Gave Me by hobbitdragon, SD_Ryan (E, 25K)

After the Storm (I Look Up) by HoneySempai (G, 14K)

Nothing I Just Did is Anything I Would Do by Pineau_noir, whatthefoucault (M, 9K)

Dents I Can't Shine Out by Entwinedlove (T, 7K)

The Lifetime of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers by thelayuplesbian (T, 18K)

Don't Do Me Any Favors by Catchclaw (M, 5K)

Not Again by Mrs_Nicole (M, 2K)

The Centaurs' Tale by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen), littleblackfox (T, 31K)

Slow It Down by crackdkettle (G, 1168)

Four Walls by Izabelle (storms) (G, 77K)

we are here now by randomhorse (E, 34K)

White Wolf by fancyh (NR, 141K)

This is how it starts by rinnya (T, 35K)

The Hunt by BlueSimplicity (T, 18K)

Such a little thing, a foolish ring by tranquilsea (NR, 3K)

Dare You Not to Fall for Bucky Barnes by Salvia_G for debwalsh (T, 10K)

To Sir, With Love by notlucy (E, 10K)

Holding On by Captain_Amiraca (G, 39K)

The Devil's Acre by littleblackfox for greywrites (E, 41K)

The Mother & The Father by fakeaccunt (NR, 16K)

Catharsis- Clean Slate Protocol by Socially-ineptnerd (IAmTheRainbowSheep) (T, 16K)

G.S.B. by Sassy_Dinosaur (G, 3K)

And It Won't Be Too Much by odetteandodile (T, 37K)

Trivia Night with a Side of Cthulhu by narigonia (T, 29K)

Lead Me Home by Aylwyyn228 (NR, 19K)

Save Your Lovin’ Arms For A Rainy Day (I’ll Find Comfort In My Pain) by IndigoNight for sunrow (E, 14K)

Home by writeonclara (G, 20K)

Alleviate by ohstars for SamyJo, FriskiZardoz (T, 29K)

Nobody Wants Naked Pancakes by MerelyJamieMerelyWriting (M, 13K)

[bookgeekgrrl]

Sunday reading recap (17-Nov-2019)

Civilian (story by CoraRochester, art by alby_mangroves) - 71K, no powers AU, post WWII, age difference -  this fic is *stellar* - incredible prose and story – exquisite, lush, visceral, filthy, tender and intimate and equally incredible art, with some amazing symbolism. This is one of those fics that I save in every available format, on every device I own and will likely reread at least 3 times a year. 

The Crooked Colonel (The Adventures of Nick & Carter Book 1) (Frank W. Butterfield) - at this point, reading Nick & Carter is like wrapping up in a warm, fuzzy blanket and I love it.

The Secret of the Carrot Medallions (A Skip and Pip Tale Book 1) (Catherine Dair) - a fun, adorable graphic story about queer pirate bunnies! their ship has a canon named despair and it shoots GLITTER! also the bunny pirate captain pip has, instead of a parrot, a grouchy lovebird named poppy

Respectfully, James Barnes, JD. (buckydeservedmorepassiton (brummiebex)) - 75K, Stucky lawyer ABO - solidly enjoyable

Treasure (story by BlueSimplicity; art by greywrites, Talli) - 94K, Stucky, fantasy AU - also loved this one, a perfect slow burn fantasy road trip, excellent world building!

plus 133K of shorter work

SHORTER WORK SHOUT OUT to

Coffee & A Library series (thepinupchemist) - 10K, shrinkyclinks - did a reread of the first installment since the 2nd installment published this week - i just adore this series where big, beefy bucky is a shy children’s librarian and smol, tattooed steve is the cute barista that starts working there. 😍😍😍

[augustfairie]

So I’m working on a long term creative project that I’ve just started to write bullet points with possible events.

I just wrote down: Hoizer-like flashback with Character A in the Norse Woods

What will I wrought upon the masses, who knows?

But oh will it be fun