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[beccibarnes]

Once Again (with feelings) - Dead Boy Detectives Fanfiction

Even after returning to the comfortable familiarity of their London-based Agency, Edwin’s mood is as gloomy as the weather outside. Although Charles doesn’t really expect his mate to open up about it, he tries to provide some help talking it through. He definitely wasn't ready to be asked such a frank question, for precisely two reasons: 1) Edwin was very peculiar when it came to trying new things. 2) Charles never believed his friend was into kissing at all...

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[tales-and-thoughts]

from Once Again (with feelings) (Panyland, G, 3.3k)

Charles snorted. “I was a teen. Of course, I had to say I’d miss kissing.” He paused before adding, “Could’ve also said fucking instead, but I thought your Edwardian courtesy couldn't handle that.”

Edwin’s posture stiffened and he turned towards the window again. Charles immediately gave in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded to Edwin’s back. “I was just trying to be funny. Don’t let my bad jokes interrupt you, please.”

Shaking off the offence with a sigh, Edwin braced himself and faced Charles again. “Did you kiss someone before?” Charles’ rapidly rising eyebrows declared just how blunt and improper the question was. “What?”

“Did you?” Edwin reiterated. He was fairly sure, Charles had understood the question. Usually, he was very willing to answer even Edwin’s more obscure inquiries. He even seemed to enjoy these lectures at times. But with the look that emerged on Charles’ face, Edwin had a strong feeling that this time he would neither get a light-hearted lesson nor a jab in the ribs for his somewhat dated knowledge.

“Yes, I did,” Charles answered. His tone had turned considerably sharper. “And I won’t have you judge me for it.”

“I’m not,” Edwin replied quickly and hoped the other one could read the sincerity from his eyes. “I’m just curious.”

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[robertdowneyjjr]

24 for SteveTony, pretty please? 🥺💖

The moment Steve steps off the elevator onto the communal floor, he makes a beeline to where Tony is munching on blueberries as he waits for his coffee to brew, and hugs him from behind.

Tony jolts forward, a few blueberries spilling out of their container onto the counter. He puts the box down and turns around to return the hug, tucking his head neatly into the crook of Steve's neck and brushing his hands along Steve's back.

"You okay, big guy?"

Steve sighs softly. "Yeah," he mumbles into Tony's hair.

He squeezes his arms just a little tighter, and Tony responds in kind. One of his hands drifts up to Steve's nape and he idly cards through Steve's hair. Steve hums, tension draining out of his shoulders as he sinks into the feeling of being surrounded by Tony.

He doesn't know how long they stand there in front of the coffee machine, wrapped up in each other's arms. But by the time he steps back from their embrace, the fresh pot of coffee has turned lukewarm.

Tony doesn't mind, just shrugging and pouring himself a cup anyway.

"What was that about? You sure everything is okay?" he asks as he takes a sip.

Steve just smiles, feeling better simply because he's with Tony.

"Just wanted to hold you," he says.

"Okay."

Tony puts his mug back down and steps into Steve's arms again, and his heart soars.

[becci-chan]

I worked on this fic for 3 months and this is what I get: Only a few people reading it, even less liking it, and not a single comment.

This isn't just underwhelming, it's sad. I've tried something new and clearly didn't succeed.

Lesson learned. :/

[beccixxiluv]

HELLO

hello cuties!! I’m Becci I go by she/her pronouns!

I love writing and making stories for other people to enjoy! I’m also in my first year of college!!

This blog is mostly just to make fan fictions and commentary on zsakuva I’m not a professional writer or anything so none of my work is professional!!(and English is not my first language 😅)

Things i will write about!

-headcannons

-nsfw!!(but not a lot)

-fluff!!

-anything really!

things i wont write about!

-anything that includes racism, homophobia, or anything discriminatory to anyone!!

mlist!

nothing yet!!

[cyborg-franky]

Heard you were having bad brain times and wanted some silly fun stuff, i gotchu.

How about some stereotypicallly basic white girl things op characters do?

Some ideas(feel free to add your own): loves pumpkin spice everything, says shit like "totes ma goats", lives for drama filled "real tv" shows, wears a pink tracksuit, watches Mean Girls religiously(the movie title is very literal,you don't need to have seen it), listens to Taylor Swift all the time, loves Twilight, eats a bagel for breakfast everyday, planned their outfit based on a white suburban mom's pinterest board

Just some ideas, hopefully this is fun and I hope you feel better soon💜💜💜

With love,

-Zell

May darling <3 I love this idea and I feel better and sorry this took a second.

I hope no one takes offence, I'm white as hell so like.. yes. [also we are all a little white woman aren't we, deep down there's a Beccy and a Karen lurking]

Marco  He’s the bitch that can’t wait for pumpkin spice to come around. He also showed up to Wano 20 minutes late with Starbucks which is pretty white girl of him. His Sphinx outfit looks like a mom coming back from yoga.

Ace Spends too long looking at TikTok. Daddy issues.

Thatch Drinks wine and writes smut.

Izou Goes and gets his nails did but spends the entire time gossiping about the bitch down the street and her shit haircut.

Law Is a huge twilight fan and spends hours online fighting about whose better looking that one guy or the other one guy. 

Rayleigh All around his home is ‘wine o'clock’ -  ‘everything is better with prosecco’ and has those bowls that say ‘bowl ‘plate’ and so on. ‘Live Laugh Love’

Buggy Would murder someone if they messed up his $80 extensions.

Hawkins I can imagine him telling Kaido he can’t go out and kill people because ‘uh don’t you know Mercury is in retrograde? I just can’t babes’

Boa ‘R U OKAY HUN?’ at every vague sounding Facebook post that's like : ( or ‘ugh’

Nami Is the person who posts : ( vague on facebook. Also, she’s a huge Karen, fight me. She would walk up to God himself and ask to see his manager. 

Thatch, Killer, Sanji Could spend hours watching episode after episode of ‘Real housewives of Dressrosa’ and ‘teen mom Grandline’ 

Zoro, Kid Post gym selfies on insta making sure you can see their protein shakes.

Nami, Vivi, Boa, Rebecca Do ‘Zumba’ and won’t shut the fuck up about it and makes it their entire personality for the three months they attend.

Perona ‘This car is powered by fairy dust!’  ‘princess onboard!’ ‘my other ride is a broom’ bumper stickers.

Whitebeard ‘My children are my world’ and the stickers that are stick figure families along the back of his van. Fighting a salesperson who gets paid minimum wage over 10 cents.

Hawkins, Drake, Izou Won’t leave the house before checking their horoscopes. 

Mihawk INSANELY LONG COMPLICATED COFFEE ORDER and will make you make it again if that milk is full fat.

Shanks Woo girl 

Sabo Sticks gum in someone's hair if they even mildly piss him off. Spends $400 on boots and never wears them. Oh, watches you make his drink like a hawk and before you make his second one 'Um excuse me, I ordered TWO drinks' while your still making it.

Queen, Black Maria At a restaurant ordering dessert ‘Oh I shouldn’t’ ‘Oh no babe, you deserve it’ ‘okay, I’ll be a devil and have a piece of that cheesecake’ BOTH GIGGLE

Doffy, Kaido Pink tracksuit bottoms and small dogs in their handbags. Shades and purses that cost more than your house. Roger Takes one sip of a beer  and acts drunk ‘I’m sooooo wasted guys omg’

Franky, Sanji, Roger, Thatch Crying over movies like  ‘Dirty Dancing’ and wishing they could be the girl and the lead guy is so hot omg.

Corazon "I'll just have ONE glass of wine" and the glass is the side of his head. or runs a bubble bath and drinks three bottles but it's not a problem it's self care.

Tag yourselves, I'm Marco with a dash of Thatch.

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[sl-newsie]

Chapter One: Lodging House (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Ok so I’ve been sitting on some written Newsies material for a while and I figured the new 2023 year was a sign to let some of it out. It’s a 92sies Spot Colon fanfic, and I’ll leave it up to you whether or not it’s good. I’m proud of it, you don’t have to read it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it! :)

(BTW there’s LOTS of spelling errors due to me attempting to write a NY accent! I also added a few characters and songs, and I will take certain suggestions and requests!)

Ah, Manhattan. A place fer dreams ta thrive and die. I neva woudda thought that I’d have ta make a liv’n here, but we all can’t choose our lives. Be’n a resident of tha Manhattan newsies lodg’n house is plenty enough.

“Get up! Sell the papers!”

Ugh… morn’n already? My eyes squint as soon as my bed sheet is ripped off me.

“Morn’n sunshine!” A bright-eyed kid announces in my face.

I groan. “Hello Race. You’s lucky I’s ain’t fully awake yet, ‘cause if I was I’d throw you out tha window! You’s wake me up like this again, and I’ll see you’s banned from tha races fer good!”

“Aww, c’mon! Lighten up Beccy!” 

I sit up and stare square in his eye. “Wanna bet?”

“Not this early in tha mourn’n!”

I groan again. Then I, very un-enthusiastically, roll out of my bunk and grab my clothes bag hidden undaneath (I know some would steal it just ta taunt a goil). I’m a night person myself, but I’s found it best ta start early. I also make sure my modda’s gold ring is still in there. Ah, life in The Newsboys Lodging House… with a few exceptions, o’course. 

“Get up!” Kloppman yells at Skittery, who’s still asleep.

“I didn’t do it!” He jolts awake.

“What do ya mean, you didn’t do it? Get up! Carry the banner! Sell the papers! Sell the papers!”

Behind me I hear an argument already pann’n out:

“That's my cigar!” Race complains.

“You'll steal anudder,” Snipeshooter retorts.

“Hey, bummers- We got work to do!” Blink interrupts.

“Since when did you become me mudder?” Snipeshooter asks.

“Ah, stop yer bawl’n!” Crutchy says.

“Hey! Who ast you?” Everyone shouts back. I roll my eyes and try ta hide a smile. Mak’n my way ta tha washroom, I see it’s already bustl’n with boys.

“Mourn’n Boots, Mush, Blink, Skittery,” I mumble.

“Hey guys- it’s Becca! Give her some privacy!” Crutchy tries ta shove and make room fer me, but loses his balance. Luckily, I catch him before he can hit tha floor.

“Thanks,” he says in a small voice.

“No problem. Ya leg do’n ok?”

“Not tha best.”

“You’ll do fine,” I say encouragingly as I help him up. “Ladies can’t resist help’n a crip.”

“Alright, really guys- let Becca through! Give tha goil some room!” Mush yells. A path ta tha restrooms is unquestioningly formed.

“Thanks, Mush.”

“Anytime!”

“Now put a shirt on!” I holler as I walk away.

“You know ya like me!” Mush taunts.

“In yer dreams!”

I pull on my usual faded blue shirt, black suspenders, dark gray vest, black knickers, brown boots, and gray cap with my brown hair tucked undaneath.

Afta I’m done dress’n, I hear tha guys giv’n Crutchy suggestions.

“Try Bottle Alley or the harbor,” Mush suggests.

“Try Central Park, it's guaranteed,” Race inputs. 

Jack flicks some shav’n cream at Mush and joins in: “Try any banker, bum, or barber.”

“They almost all knows how to read!” Skittery joins.

“I smell money!”

“You smell foul!”

“Met this goil last night!” Mush brags at me. I gag dramatically.

 “Move your elbow,” Crutchy asks Boots.

“Pass the towel,” Racetrack demands, his face covered in soap.

“For a buck, I might!” Skittery jokes, dangl’n it outta Race’s reach. He stumbles and falls inta me, so I push him off.

Tha rest of us join in:

“Ain't it a fine life,

Carrying the banner through it all?

A mighty fine life-

Carrying the banner tough and tall!”

We all jump in line and file down tha stairs. I quickly grab a broom and sweep up tha dust, earn’n an approv’n smile from Kloppman.

“Every morning

We goes where we wishes!

We's as free as fishes!

Sure beats washin' dishes!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner home-free all!”

I look ova and begin ta see tha rest of tha younga boys wake up. 

“Hiya Becs!”

“Sleep well, Beccy?”

“Morn’n Joey, Dusty, Kenny, Skippy. Can’t complain- but I still can’t get a full night sleep. You’s sleep ok?”

“Yeah, but Skippy threw up. And he’s warm.”

I frown. “Must be a bug or someth’n. Leave him here ta rest fer taday. As fer tha rest of yous- don’t work too hard today, boys.”

I follow tha boys a few block ‘till they split up and continue ta follow tha olda fellas. It breaks my heart ta know that such young kids don’t have a family and have ta sell papes.

“It takes a smile as sweet as butter,” Jack states.

Crutchy adds: “The kind that ladies can't resist.” 

Mush leans in, giv’n me a wide grin. I just punch him and roll my eyes.

“It takes an orphan, with a studda,” Race inputs.

“Who ain't afraid ta use his-” Jack starts.

“Fist!” Blink finishes.

We take off, run’n and jump’n through tha street, unaware of any odda passerbys. Next we have some fun and leap onta some barrels.

“Summer stinks and winter's waitin'.

Welcome to New York!

Boy, ain't nature fascinating

When you's gotta walk?”

 We all run back inta tha street.

“Still, it's a fine life,

Carrying the banner with me chums!

A mighty fine life,

Blowing every nickel as it comes!”

 Crutchy sings:

“I'm no snoozer,

Sittin' makes me antsy.

I likes livin' chancy.”

 We add:

“Harlem to Delancey!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner through the slums.”

 We stop and notice tha church wagon com’n down tha street. We begin to walk ova and I see tha boys take off their hats. I’d do that same, but then my hair’d come out, and I’d get more attention than I’s need.

 Some Nuns call out ta us:

“Blessed children.

Though you wander lost and depraved,

Jesus loves you.

You shall be saved.”

 They hold out cups of coffee and rolls, and we’s all eagerly reach out.

“Just gimme half a cup,” Race begs. 

Tha nuns always give me dirty looks ‘cause I dress like a guy, but I don’t care. However I do care when they’s neva give me any food.

“Something ta wake me up,” Blink asks.

“I gotta find an angle.” Mush hands me half a roll, which I take gratefully with a smile.

“I gotta sell more papes.” Crutchy holds up his hands.

 “Papers is all I got

Wish I could catch a breeze

Sure hope the headline's hot

All I can catch is fleas.”

 “God, help me if it's not

Somebody help me, please.”

 We jump inta an alley and join in togetha:

“If I hate the headlines,

I'll make up the headline

And I'll say anything I hafta.

'Cause at two for a penny

If I take too many

Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta!”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline!” A group sings. I look where they’s point’n and see: Trolley Strike Drags On For 3rd Week. I groan.

 “What's it say? That won't pay!” Tha rest follow.

 “They call that a headline?

I get better stories

From the copper on the beat!” We all jump ova tha fence and make our way tha tha distribution center.

 “So where's your spot?”

 “I was gonna start at twenty,

Now a dozen'll be plenty.”

 “God it's hot!”

 “Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?”

 We sing togetha:

“We need a good assassination!

We need an earthquake or a war!”

 “How 'bout a crooked politician?” Snipeshooter calls.

 We all shake our heads.

“Hey, stupid- That ain't news no more!

Uptown to Grand Central Station,

Down to City Hall.

We improves our circulation

Walking 'till we fall!”

I sing along, leap’n, dropp’n, and roll’n as I do.

 “Still we'll be out there,”

 “Look, they're putting up a headline

They call that a headline?

The idiot who wrote it

​must be working for the Sun-”

 “-carrying the banner man to man!”

 -”Didja hear about the fire?

Heard it killed old man Maguire-”

 “We'll be out there,

Soaking every sucker that we can!”

 “-Heard the toll was even higher!

Why do I miss all the fun?”

 “See the headline:

Newsies on a mission!”

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!”

 “While we're out there-”

We break inta jump’n around tha square.

 “-Carrying the banner through it all!”

 “A mighty fine life,

Carrying the banner

​tough and tall!’

 “I was gonna start with twenty

But a dozen will be plenty

Would you tell me how'm I ever

Gonna make ends meet?”

 “See the headline,

Newsies on a mission!

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!

We’ll be out there, carry’n the banner in the-!”

 We all stop and look ova at Morris and Oscar Delancey, tha two guys you most neva wanna see.

“Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?” Race jokes, fann’n his face. “I fear tha sewer might have backed up over tha night.”

“Nah, that’s too good a smell. It must be- tha Delancy broddas!” Crutchy taunts.

“Hiya boys!”

Oscar sneers at us, then shoves Snipeshooter ta tha ground. “In the back, you lousy little shrimp!”

I grit my teeth and step up ta fight, but Jack pushes me behind him

Race shakes his head. “It ain’t good ta do that. Ain’t healthy.”

“It ain’t good ta call people shrimps, unless you’s refer’n ta tha family resemblance of yer brodda here,” Jack points ta Oscar.

“Hey, who here’s up for a bet that Cowboy can take ‘em?” Race asks around.

“I’ll take it!” I speak up.

“Well if it ain’t Kelly’s baby sista,” Oscar sneers at me.

I sneer back. “Well if it ain’t Weasel’s goon and his dumber-than-a-box-a-rocks brodda!”

He tries ta grab me, but Jack steps in between us. 

“That’s an insult!” Morris says.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack leans in his face. “And so is this!” He swipes Morris’ hat and takes off run’n, mak’n tha Delancys chase afta him and earn’n a laugh from everybody.

While Jack goes ta taunt tha Delancies, I go inside tha distribution center and hear:

“ Go! Go! Come on! Get tha lead outta yer pants! Come on! Move it! Move it!”

I walk in and smile as I look up and see tha yell’s origin. “Hey, Flix! How’s it go’n?”

“Not now, Becs! I got these numbskulls ta work with! Don’t push it- you’ll have yer papes!”

Flix deals with print’n tha papes, and I likes to annoy him wheneva I can. When I see Jack again, he’s still run’n with Morris’ hat. Typical.

I also see a pair-a newcomers, who are a bit surprised and confused ‘bout Jack’s behavior.

“What’re you doing?” Tha olda one asks when Jack runs up ta him.

Jack looks ova his shoulda, then back at tha kid. “Runn’n!”

I smile wide and run ova ta join in tha crowd watch’n Jack take on Morris:

“Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

 “Go get 'em, cowboy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner!”

 “You got 'em now, boy!”

 “It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner

It's a-

Go!”

We all break out laugh’n and walk up ta tha distribution counter.

“Ya got ‘em, Cowboy!” Race punches Jack’s shoulda.

“You’re too kind!” Jack bows.

“You’re dead, Cowboy!” Morris remarks as he and Oscar retreat behind tha counter.

We all join up again in line. 

“Oh Mista Weasel!” Jack taunts and rings the bell.

Tha window opens, and I hear: “I told ya before, the name’s ‘Whilesel’.”

Jack skims today's pape, while Weasel grows impatient.

“Well?”

“Back off! I’m inspect’n tha moirchandise!” Jack talks back.

I lean in. “Any good today?”

“As good as any old headline- noth’n new. But we’s gonna make it woik.”

When I pass Weasel my 50 cents for my papes (very stiffly, mind ya), he says: 

“Ya know kid, you really shouldn’t be sell’n. People see a goil in guy’s clothes and they get uncomfortable. Maybe try the workhouse-”

“I paid ya my money, now give me my papes!” I pound tha counter. I’s neva gonna work in a sweatshop!

“Watch it, toots. You wouldn’t want another… reminder, would ya?”

Rats. It’s tha Delancies again. Their ‘reminder’ I got last time was a black eye that lasted a whole week!

“I’s leav’n! I’s leav’n!” I bark at ‘em. I start ta go, see’n as I’s got a while ta walk. My sell’n spot’s tha furthest away aside from Race’s.

Behind me I hear: “Didja miss me, Weasel?” I have ta smile. Jack loves ta get on his nerves!

“Good luck today, guys,” I call.

“See ya, Becs.”

Oh yeah, that’s me. Rebecca “Becs” Carlyle, tha only goil newsie resident of tha Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Harlem and Jersey gots a few goils, but theys ain’t so friendly. Tha only friends I’s got is tha ‘Hattan newsies, along with a few from Queens. Odda than that I’s never been outside of New York. Our leader and my big brodda, Jack, says he wants ta go ta someplace called ‘Santa Fe,’ but don’t got the money for it. That’s how dreams die: ya wake up with a slap in tha face called ‘reality’. Now we’s just give up on dreams and sell papes. It ain’t much, but it’s a liv’n, and a family-a sorts.

Alright, time to get to work.

Chapter 2 will be out soon, I promise! If you have requests, please let me know! :)

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Embroidery by Rebecca/@embroid-away - Needlepoint watercolor mixed media embroidery of 616 Kobik and Steve telling Bucky they’re going to him from Secret Empire #10 (2017) (MTH 2021)

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BUCKY BARNES/CLINT BARTON/NATASHA ROMANOV

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Ravin/@shadowravin - Podfic of “Food Is Love - Chapter 3: Natasha Makes Tacos for Dinner," a domestic post-TWS Clint/Coulson/Natasha fic where Natasha cooks dinner and Clint helps for E_Greer

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[beccibarnes]

"Barely counts as a miracle" - Good Omens Fanfiction

gif by @rainbowcrowley ❤

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationship: Crowley / Aziraphale

Summary: 1793, Paris.

When Aziraphale set off for France he had a detailed plan in mind. Getting himself captured was only phase one, leading up to the much more enticing and long-awaited phase two. Unfortunately, he struggles to clue Crowley in on this plan. After living through many awkward attempts and a demeaning dance, Aziraphale has to resort to more desperate measures.

Or: Aziraphale plays the Damsel in Distress and eventually gets Crowley to punish him properly.

Words: 7,734

Rating: Explicit

Status: Finished (Part 4/14 of a series)

Warnings: No Warnings

Tags:

Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Aziraphale Has a Penis, Crowley Has a Penis, Sexual Content, Smut, Wall Sex, Anal Sex, First Time Bottoming, Semi-Public Sex, fucking while pining, Pining while fucking, Missing Scene, Episode: s01e03 Hard Times, Canon Compliant, Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages, Bottom Aziraphale, Top Crowley, POV Aziraphale, Aziraphale is a Mess, Aziraphale Loves Crowley, Awkward Conversations, undercommunication, Scene: Paris 1793, Historical References, Idiots in Love, Ineffable Idiots, Stopping Time, This is not the Bastille, Undercommunicated Groping but Crowley doesn't mind, Aziraphale is a clumsy seducer, Damsels in Distress, Aziraphale is a Damsel in Distress, Apology dance, Clothed Sex

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[tales-and-thoughts]

Sneak Peak Sunday #001

from an upcoming fic (Paynland, G, aprox. 2.5k)

Raindrops, thick and heavy, were splattering on the window of the Agency. Edwin watched how they hit the glass pane and travelled down it in steady streams before getting caught on the next iron muntin. It was just water but to Edwin, even the rain felt different here. Better. More like home. In passing it was clearing the London air, washing away day-old dust and furbishing the cabs in the street down below. Yet it couldn’t erase the heavy feeling in Edwin’s lungs. He didn’t breathe - hadn’t felt the need in over a century - And he knew, that he wasn’t dependant on it. But with the tight invisible grip around his chest, he longed for a relieving gasp of rain-fresh air.

Running his hand across his vest, he tried to loosen a restraint that wasn’t actually there. He had hoped for the distressing feeling to vanish once they had returned home safe and sound to their agency, the little safe space Charles and he had created for themselves. He had hoped for his discomfort to be just an elaborate form of homesickness and that it would go away without him having to address it. But it hadn’t. It had followed him around the globe just as persistent as Crystal had. But she at least had enough decency to give Charles and him their space once in a while.

“You alright, mate?”

The rest of the story will be published soon

[ask-themaraudersmap]

((OOC Becci: Finally time to go on with “Through the Eyes of a Wolf” ♥))

[becci-chan]

Imagine writing over 4k words for an event and your giftee doesn’t say anything about their gifted fic and leaves you wondering if they even liked it. This happened to me. Twice. In the same year. I think prompts are generally amazing and I love these events, because they mean I will get something as well! But being in my position is... rough, because yeah, if you don’t say anything, I have to assume you hated it and are just trying to be nice by staying quiet. It’s not a great feeling.

[arabellamonkey]

that's an order

stevetony │tony's been following orders recently, and steve has lots of questions about it ; prompted by @becci-chan

also on ao3

Confusion is something Steve has grown used to in the 21st century.

Every time someone names a clearly popular reference everyone else takes for granted, he feels confused, but that doesn’t bug him anymore; he just writes it down and decides to google it as soon as he can.

When someone behaves in a way that would have attracted stares back in the 40s but everyone acts unphased, he keeps himself from staring and goes on with his life, deciding he’ll ask someone he trusts about it at some point.

Confusion is a state of mind Steve has made himself acquainted with; so much so, it no longer registers as something strange, but rather as this constant thing that’s always there, always in the back of his mind, no longer taking all the space it once took. It's become something that doesn't make him trip anymore.

At least, that’s what he thought until Tony started obeying orders.

Well, in truth, it isn’t so much about the obeying part; after all, Tony knows when Steve is right and can respect that, and he knows when he’s wrong and doesn’t hesitate to tell him so.

It’s got more to do with the way he’s started obeying them.

It sounds strange to even say it but, suddenly, Tony seems eager to obey his orders. Not Nat's and certainly not Fury's, but his.

Steve didn’t realize what was happening overnight.

In the beginning, the first time it happened, Steve thought it was just another one of Tony’s weird moments. Being used as he is to being confused, that didn’t register as anything else.

But then, in the middle of a special mission in Japan, Steve ordered Tony to double-check the perimeter, already half-expecting Tony’s sly remark about how one single check was more than enough, and doing it twice wouldn’t be practical. He had been expecting him to tell him he would be more useful in the battle, when Tony, quickly and with a strained, raw voice, had said, “sure, Cap” before flying away and leaving not only Steve but also everyone else on the team speechless.

And that was only the beginning. 

For months on end, Steve found himself thrown out of balance time and time again every time he gave Tony an order and, while expecting to be told off, found him obeying without putting out a battle first.

Eagerly.

At some point, Steve found himself trying to test the waters by giving Tony more and more orders on the field; small, little things he could very easily dismiss in the heat of the battle.

And he found his every order being obeyed, if not every single time, most of them.

And sure, Steve Rogers can stand confusion better than most of the men both of his time and this one, but if there’s one thing he isn’t immune to, that’s curiosity.

So that’s why that afternoon, after returning from a mission report, he goes straight to Tony’s workshop, unsure about what he’s going to ask but sure he needs all the answers he can get.

What he'll do with them, he doesn't know.

“Is Tony available?” Steve asks JARVIS once the doors open.

There’s a brief silence and then, JARVIS answers, “Sir is available, yes.”

Taking that as the permission it is, he enters Tony’s workshop and finds him working on a bunch of holograms, humming every few seconds as he manipulates them and moves stuff around with a quick dance of fingers that traps Steve's attention.

It’s been happening more and more lately, this phenomenon where Steve’s attention goes from the absolute general of a whole room to focusing on a single point, everything else losing interest to him.

This time, he spends more time than he’d like to admit observing the way Tony’s muscles look like they’re a second away from bursting out of those rolled-up sleeves.

He shakes his head. Focus.

“Tony?” Steve says, softly, in an attempt not to spook him. Tony jumps slightly in his place and turns to look at him, seeming confused by his presence. “I was wondering if we could have a word?”

“Well, if that doesn’t sound ominous,” Tony chuckles, giving his back to all the holograms he’s been working on and leaning into his chair’s back, arms crossed over his chest. Steve avoids looking at them very pointedly. “What do you want to talk about?”

Steve bits his lip, doubting how to put it before he blurts it out, “is there any reason why you’re suddenly obeying orders so… frequently?”

He doesn’t know how else to put it, so he settles with that and watches Tony’s expression go from one of curiosity to one of… discomfort? He isn’t sure, but it certainly seems like it, what with the way he’s suddenly looking to the floor, a sudden tension in his expression that wasn’t there an instant before and…

“Are you blushing?” Steve asks before he can contain himself. When Tony lifts his gaze, offended, he sees it clearly. “You are! Why?”

Tony mumbles something so lowly, Steve doesn’t understand it.

“What did you just…?”

“It’s hot, okay?” Tony ends up snapping before Steve can even finish the question.

“What is?” Steve asks, totally at a loss. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” Tony mutters, getting up and approaching him. “You giving me orders, Steve. That’s what I find hot, okay? Are you happy now?”

It feels more like a challenge than a question, and Steve’s never been one to back down from one.

“You think I’m hot,” Steve says, slowly, as he processes that new piece of information. “You think me giving you orders is hot… Do you like me, Tony?”

“Yes,” Tony says quickly. So quickly, it makes Steve wonder for how long that’s been the case. So quickly, Steve wonders if it’s been the same time he’s spent fighting not to stare at Tony’s hands, Tony’s lips. At Tony’s ass. “And I get that you’re straight, so don’t feel any kind of pressure. It’s just a phase or something, it will pass…”

“But I don’t want it to pass,” Steve says slowly, but firmly, as he tilts his head. “I mean, I like you too. So. No, I don’t want it to pass.”

That leaves Tony speechless, eyes wide open and without a single word coming out of his mouth, which isn’t something Steve can say he’s used to

Tony flushed and speechless is a sight to behold, one he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“For how long?” Tony ends up asking, demanding to know.

Steve shrugs. “I couldn’t say, not specifically at least. A few years. You?”

“I mean, since you told me to put on the suit, probably,” Tony admits, laughing a bit. Steve does too. Tony tilts his head, looking at him carefully as a small, cheeky smile appears on his lips. “So you like me too, huh?”

Steve gulps. “I do.”

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Tony admits, slowly walking towards him, seeming to enjoy the way Steve’s eyes follow every movement, hunger shining in his bottomless blue eyes. “And what are we going to do about it, then?”

Steve lifts his eyebrow and says, slowly, “kiss me, Tony.”

Tony tilts his head, his smile now a playful grin, barely a few inches from his lips. “Is that an order, sir?”

Steve smiles, closing the distance. “That’s an order, yeah.”

[interact-if]

hi! do you have any games without romance/ROs?

Hey! This list will feature mostly works of interactive fiction that don’t have much of a Tumblr presence (likely hosted on itch.io) since the usual IF scene over here has a greater focus on romance. Still, we obviously encourage to give all of these a try to find out new things! And you can look through our database for more!

As usual, we highly encourage you read through the information, tags and content warnings for some of these before playing!

WIPs

Crosshollow Foundations by @townofcrosshollow

Dimension Jumper by @dimension-jumper-if

Echoes by @echoesdev

Exquisite Cadaver by @manonamora-if

lost birds by @if-lostbirds

Scotch Broom by fia glas

SPS Iron Hammer by @manonamora-if

To be Aspec-ted by @tobeaspected

Finished longer reads

CLOSED HANDS

Grofast Industries by Brwarner Studios

NEBULA (VN) by @nebulathegame

Project Zagreus by LenzKLeiser

Violeta by milkcoffees

The Silence Under Your Bed (VN) by Kevin Snow

Finished shorter reads: (please check our full collection for so many more!)

13 Laurel Road by @townofcrosshollow

A Limber Love by @copperspines

A Lovely Lie by @nemowrites

a man outside by @litrouke-works

A Mortician's Tale by Laundry Bear Games 

ALL @ ONCE by Lawrence Marable 

An Angel Among the Aspens by @townofcrosshollow

Average by Sk8terboii 

Beneath Floes by Kevin Snow

Bycatch (VN) by VOWTogether

Congee by Becci 

Dead Lake Crossing by @hpowellsmith​

Eleutheria by @gcbaccaris

Forgotten by Aether Interactive

growing pains: lucbán by sayonara, sai yonara !!

HOW WE KNOW WE'RE ALIVE by Motvind Studios 

i'm scared someone's mad at me by rednexttoblack

if not us by ub4q 

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines by Laura Hunt 

Jagged Bone by Nessa Cannon

Kaleidoscope by imxbim

Long Journey Home by skiddyhale

Look Within by Novenaa  

Mama Possum by Kevin Snow

Mayday by Eumkoe 

Please Answer Carefully by @litrouke-works

Raik by Harry Josephine Giles 

Remember? by Patchworked Rainbow 

ROSA by DreamCartographer

Soft Earth by rudeghost 

Teeth and Ice (cw body horror) by @hpowellsmith

That Which Faith Demands by Jenna Yow 

The Bog by Jacoblloyd1 

The Empress of Aeser by Sun Labyrinth 

the relief of impact by ghoulnoise

The Tower, The House of God & The Horizon (they’re a trilogy) by communistsister

Those Days by George Larkwright 

Unto the Night by Nic June 

walk with me by @cerberus-writes

What Girls Do in the Dark by olivebranche

What the Eye Sees by gershwins

Winter's Trumpet by Sun Labyrinth

You Don't Know Tom Anymore by Victor Hannibal

Up & Coming (no demo yet!)

The Ghost of Fairview by @ghostoffairview-if