i need a consistent fic tag

Hannibal Fandom

ok can i just make an appreciation post for the hannibal fandom?

Almost every single person in it is great. They are collectively enthusiastic and welcoming. You will see a person post that they’re just now starting to watch the show and 20 different people will be there welcoming them to the fandom and being just over all super friendly and inviting.

Plus the network for sharing fics and art is just really awesome. I can’t count the number of times I’ve made a post asking for fic recs and had a number of people boosting it until I had an inbox full of suggestions, which isn’t something I’ve experienced before. (not to mention the quality of the art and writing. it’s consistently well done across the board, and some of the best fics i’ve ever read are hannibal)

I’ve had my experiences with toxic fandoms (I don’t even need to name it. We all know) and I basically never wanted to be in one again but man. The Hannibal fandom is just so lovely

Side to Side Pt. 4

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Request(s): 

  • Part 4 of the side to side series?! It’s so good I can’t get enough
  • The side to side series is a blessing and a part 4 would make my life. I saw the post where you said it got old but you don’t need to do an Ariana Grande song, you don’t even need to do a song, fuck consistency!
  • Will you be doing part 4 of the side to side series? Maybe tony stark finds out about peters relationship with the reader or something?
  • okay i’m OBSESSED with the side to side series i can’t wait for another one 😍
  • pls make side to side 4!!!yes yes yes to a part 4 of side to side!! also could you tag me in your fics?? ❤️❤️ -@hemmomfg
  • you should just turn the side to side series in a its own fic i think it would be great there could be more character development and detail!

Word Count: 4386 (you’re welcome, bebs)

Song: Rude by Magic! (I DIDN’T PUT THIS IN THE FIC AND WE’RE FOR SURE ALL SICK OF IT BUT IT FIT)

Summary: You and Peter are trying to find ways to tell your dad about your relationship

Warning(s): Immense fluff, no sin (I know, sad), overprotective dad! Tony, swearing (but that’s nothing new to you sinners)

Author’s Note: Sorry this isn’t smut or anything, but I hope I made for it in the fluff and how long it is. I’ve given up on resisting writing more of this series, so I will gladly take requests for more parts to this since I tried setting up a few things and I have a few ideas for sequels!

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Nothing At Stake - 6

[A/N: Okay I promised smut and I lied, but the next chapter is half written and that does have smut and you can expect it in a couple of hours! I hope you like the kind of direction this is heading in, I’m not 100% where it’s going to end up but I’ve got some of it mapped out and I feel like this could be a bit of a lengthy fic?

Also at the bottom of this fic I have tagged a few people who I recognise consistently like and reblog my fics so I hope you don’t mind and if you would like to be added to the tags or removed than you are more than welcome to say! Hope those who have been tagged don’t mind!]

Word Count: 1321

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I was tagged by the lovely @dictacontrion and @bixgirl1 to post the first lines of my published fics and wips, up to 20. (I’m only going to do published drarry fics to keep it consistent with this blog.) Thanks for the tag! :D

It wasn’t like he meant to go and fucking fall in love with Potter. One Big Misunderstanding

Draco closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten, willing himself to have the guts to make the request while he still had the chance. Let’s Find a Way

“Potter, I need you to be my friend.” Forgiving an Enemy

Harry stared at the crisp white card on the table. Bound to You

Harry stared morosely at the portrait. A Place to Hide (do I detect a pattern here…?)

Draco doesn’t come to this club often. Misguided at Best

“Harry, it will be good for you – trust me.” White Sheets in the Morning Sun

Draco tore away the brown paper packaging carefully, discarding it on his bedsheets. What I’m Missing

Draco Malfoy, senior biologist on the current expedition despite his mere twenty two years, was pissed off. King of the Jungle

The sound of the crowd had faded, and Harry could swear the tiny fluttering of the snitch’s wings was as loud as a bird soaring past. Praise Me

It was at a ministry function, same as all the others, that Harry Potter saw Draco Malfoy for the first time since Hogwarts. It Goes Like This

Harry tilted back in his chair, eyes roaming across the ceiling in a futile attempt at finding a distraction. New Spells

Harry glared at Hermione as she pulled him through the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Games Night

“Too what for his what?” Dark Wizards, Dark Wizards Everywhere

The sound of someone clearing their throat made Harry look up. Who I Really Am

“You bloody what?” Incongruent

“I can’t do this anymore.” Protection

(Bonus WIP (original novel): I was twelve years old when my Uncle Ben returned from the dead.)

I was curious on any patterns that might emerge in this… There’s not one prominent pattern I can see, but there are:
9/17 Character action openings
5/17 Dialogue openings (no tags)
2/17 Sound openings (followed by character action)
1/17 Aggressive musing

Tagging: @whysotensepotter @decanthrope @kefalion @rose-grangerweasleyisbae

kisses and love for the klonnie fam

it’s been like 4 years and i just wanted to s/o all the folks who’ve made me fall in love with this ship, inspired me to write, and supported me in a variety of ways:

@cheleonrage712: this girl is a BEAST y’all. She’s written cross overs for Bonnie and Klaus with almost every fandom imaginable, from Black Panther to Game of Thrones. Writes some of the most amazing kidfic out there, with kid OC’s that have the most adorable personalities, and is always reblogging and boosting other writers and artists. One time she wrote a drabble about klaus having a tea party with his and Bonnie’s daughter that was so FREAKING CUTE it made me lie down and cry. No joke.

@bonneibennett: my OG! She’s best known as queen of the b*amon fandom and possibly the most perfect cinnamon roll to ever roll, but she’s also a multishipping STAR whose amazing klonnie gifsets and graphics sucked me in. Nisha also has the dubious honor of reccing me my first klonnie fic that forever cemented my love for the ship and ruined my life. Without her encouragement and amazing artwork I would’ve never taken the plunge to writing klonnie. I mean, just look at this talent right here. Enough said.

@darwinquark: another beast of a girl who’s always around when i’m feeling EXTRA SALTY about that one Ship That Must Not Be Named. Her one klonnie fic is so amazing and she herself is so freaking talented. I mean, she gifs, she vids, she edits, she writes, she throws shade like no one’s business. Is there anything this girl can’t do????

@thebennettdiaries: UH-MAZING writer and lovely person. Seriously, this girl is like writing #goals. Wrote one of the hottest klonnie fics TO DATE that I always return to when I need inspiration, incredibly supportive to other writers, always down to talk plot bunnies and headcanons, and consistently fills the klonnie tag with amazing drabbles and chapters. A veteran of the klonnie fandom and one of my all time faves.

@iputaspxllonyou:  runs like one of the most beautiful Bonnie Bennett RP blogs I’ve ever seen, is undiluted 100% klonnie trash, and aside from being a talented writer herself, is always around to help me talk ideas and scenarios and read over scenes I’m having trouble with. One of the wittiest people I know, takes no shit, and writes some of the most heartbreaking and beautiful stuff. She has a drabble about Klaus helping Bonnie babysit the neighbor’s kids that I’m pretty sure made me ovulate spontaneously. 10/10 would recommend.

@thehedgerider: YO this girl always leaves the best reviews, smart as a whip and has a brain that can assemble and disassemble stories at the drop of a hat. She started writing Klonnie fic last summer and her very first fic SOMEHOW managed to take 8 years of shitty shitty canon and weave it into something magnificent that develops Bonnie and Klaus both individually and as a couple. I still don’t know how she managed it. Tbh she may have sold her soul to the devil, cos it was that.freaking.brilliant. Also always around to talk sensibly when I’m freaking out about canon stupidity. Bless your heart girl. Go read her fics!

@lilac17: once upon a time I said a prayer for someone to write a klonnie babyfic where everyone’s in character, the cuteness is balanced with development, the angst is paired with fluff, and Bonnie has agency and Klaus grows as a person, and the fandom gods sent THIS GIRL. She’s also currently writing a soulmate fic that breaks and restores my heart in every chapter, and her mastery of emotional conflict breathes so much intimacy and warmth into her stories it’s almost unbearable. She’s also a sweetheart who supports other fans and always stands up for creativity. Go read her stuff and catch all the feels!

@thefudge: if y’all follow us both then you know we spend an inordinate amount of time up each other’s butts so please excuse this gratuitous affection. But YO, she’s my trash sis for a reason. My evil twin. My road dog. My fellow bride of Dracula. The other raccoon in the dumpster with me. This girl is the Lestat to my Robert Redford. She’s such a gifted writer it’s ridiculous y’all. I mean, go see for yourself. Whether it’s gothic romance or bittersweet indie ventures, I always end up flailing and demanding more. This chick’s writing will keep you up at night, but in like a GOOD, i-didnt-know-i-needed-this-until-now kinda way. Aside from being brilliant, she’s also kind and smart and has helped me get through some of the craziest stuff in my life with her beautiful gifsets, amazing fics, and always rewarding conversation. So much so that I hereby forgive her for hurting me with beautiful Klonnie AUs. (You’re welcome bish)

Additionally, there’s so many more people who fill the tag, who review and reblog fics, who’re part of this classy little ship, and even though I don’t talk to all of you regularly I want you to know I love seeing y’all on my dash, and your artwork and contributions and support helps keep this fandom going. @capesandlace @godiva-duchess @prairienina @aprilgeorge365 @ofdragonsanddreams16 @gray-jedi-scavenger-rey @lilouklonnie @danya1980 @ishipwhateverthefuckiwantto @fortheloveofklonnie @tehzo @bellavida0213

Each and every one of you are responsible for creating a lovely little community in which I’ve felt more inspired, more creative, more welcomed and supported than any other fandom community I’ve been in. Y’all seriously rock, and I can’t wait to keep rocking with this fam <3 Viva la us my loves!

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Sincerely, Me - Chapter 4 - Ignis_Sassentia, SharkbaitHooHaHa - Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Sincerely, Me chapter update! 

Alternate chapter title: In which Noct has a revelation about his name, Prompto decides he needs a roomba, and Gladio invites himself over.

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Starting Over, Chapter 3: Honesty - Philosopher_King | Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fic Summary: After the events of “Age of Ultron,” Thor returns to Asgard to tell his father what he learned from his vision about the Infinity Stones. To his great surprise, Odin tells him he already knows; to his greater surprise, Odin is not really Odin. Thor and Loki have a long-overdue conversation about their past and their future (and more than conversation), and start the work of mending the rift between them.

Chapter Summary: Thor and Loki take a few shaky steps toward a new life together in which they are honest with each other about their feelings and desires.


Finally got around to adding that third chapter I’ve been waffling about for a couple months. It’s kind of a mess, but I just needed to get it done and posted. Clearly I’ve been hanging around @darklittlestories too much (virtually, that is), because they were just eating dinner and then suddenly they were messing around with fruit – a plum, no less – and then there was a knife involved and a tiny amount of bloodplay. Happy belated birthday, I guess :-P

Tagging… basically everyone who’s ever read my Thorki fic, just in case. Sorry if I haven’t been tagging you consistently – I don’t keep a list, though I probably should – and please(!) let me know if you’ve stopped reading my stuff and/or do not wish to be tagged: @angrymadsygin, @bubblebubble03, @claricechiarasorcha@fourletterwordsstartingwithl, @ghostxforest, @ikoliholic@illwynd, @incredifishface, @lokidreamsinbw@lunariagold, @mastreworld, @meinesterne, @neveserene@nursejoh53, @pinknoonicorn, @raven-brings-light, @rynfinity, @stabbedinthenameofscience, @stmonkeys, @the-invisible-green-giant@thorctopus, @writernotwaiting

The Most Important Things are Sometimes the Stupidest

ao3 | ffnet

“What exactly do you wanna be, Toshi?”

Kondo asks a simple question. Hijikata spends ten years reflecting upon his answer.


“What exactly do you wanna be, Toshi?”

An oddly timed question, Hijikata thinks, grimacing as Kondo presses a damp cloth to the open wound on his cheek. The antiseptic stings like hell, but Hijikata simply grits his teeth. Outside the dojo’s open doors, the sun is beginning to set, dousing the two rowdy teens in a warm, orange glow. “The hell kind of question is that?” he mumbles. “And who said you could call me Toshi?”

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eviljaffafish  asked:

that anon needs to filter by relationship tag (highlighted in grey), not the tag Gramon (as you said). I rarely see many people consistently tag their work on ao3 with ship names tbh. But there are definitely way more than two pages of Gramon fics up there. Also, gotta say again, I love your latest one 👌

Fantastic point ☝️ I’m pretty terrible when it comes to navigating ao3, I just learned how to save fandom tags not too long ago. :(

And thank you again, your comment was a wonderful message to wake up to this morning. :D 🖤

anonymous asked:

hey,, could you please tag blood/gore? you dont have to ofc but it would be super nice of you to do,,,,

i do tag it on my art (to keep peeps browsing tags/searches safe) (and pls give me a heads-up if i should tag smth else in my own content) but yea i don’t tag it consistently in reblogs. i basically tag gore/bodyhorror/blood when i want to reblog a piece that makes me go “woahhhhh that’s sicccccccck” ahahaha

i know this makes my blog less accessible… and hmm i should put it back on my description. 

if you need to unfollow, please don’t hesitate! your safety first. if you go look at and follow any of the peeps i frequently reblog from, you’ll get p much all the random funny stuff n fandom stuff from them, most cases way safer, and my art/fic is tagged and linked in the description. so you can bookmark those links (or subscribe over at ao3) and get that content without getting exposed to the rest of this mess. 

as always!! everyone take care n rock on~~

anonymous asked:

I would love to see a fic rec complication done by you, regardless of fandom or ship, I just want to see what writings can inspire someone who writes such amazing stories!!! (I know you like Esselley and someonestolemyshoe, I love them too, but I need more!)

I have actually done a few small rec lists which are in my “fic rec” tag, if anyone wants to search through what I’ve been reading and enjoying! There’s also my bookmarks on AO3 (which I just updated a bit, since I’m really forgetful about bookmarking…. I’m getting better).

I think HQ fandom has some of the best fics I’ve read, but there’s a general list of authors that consistently make me feel like I have a really long way to go in terms of prose and character writing and, often, emotional smut – all that good stuff. So besides my constants, Ellie and someonestolemyshoes, they are:

Mysecretfanmoments
bigspoonnoya (if you haven’t read where the night goes … just open it now)
buu
reeology
aruariandance

I’m mainly talking about KageHina fics by these authors, because they’re the people who made me want to write the pairing in the first place. I’m sure a lot of people have read a lot or all of their fics, but that’s for a reason (they’re all very good lol). So if you’ve not gotten a chance yet… what are you waiting for! Go!

Also, while these are my Formative KageHina Influences, I try to check the tag and the AO3 feed and stuff for new fics regularly. I’ll reblog ‘em here if I see them on Tumblr, but I’m gonna try to be way better about adding them to my bookmarks, too, so… keep an eye out!

And… since you mentioned any fandom/ship, one of my earliest fic reading memories is of the fic After the End, a now very old fic from the heyday of Harry Potter fandom. It’s always stuck with me, and is another one that made me really just happy to be in a fandom, and able to read something that I liked so much. 

Hope

Originally posted by winterwldow

Sequel to Nightmares

From Anonymous: Oh. My. GOSH. My kingdom for a sequel to “Nightmares”. It was just… so so so amazing. I did not see the twist coming - that the Reader used to date Steve and was captured and tortured by HYDRA. It was so heartbreaking and I was so moved by Steve’s unwavering loyalty and love and desire to keep anything bad from ever happening to her again. Please please PLEASE do a sequel? Maybe one where they find their way back to each other? PLEASE?! *grovels on her knees with the saddest puppy face ever*

A/N: Well this is pretty long.  I really enjoyed writing this one.  I don’t think it needs saying, but I’m pretty sure I’ll write a sequel to this sometime.  Don’t know when.  I’ve got AP tests that I really want to procrastinate on, and a lot of my classes have suddenly turned into ‘study blocks’ so I’m prob gonna be posting more often?  No promises, but that’s what it’s looking like…

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain​ and @mattymattymerduck​.  I don’t usually reply to your comments when you guys reblog my fics, but I just want you to know that it consistently makes my day when you do, so thank you.
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2:35.  

Steve throws the door to his apartment open, wincing when it hits the wall and emits a loud crash.  He eases the door shut and limps toward the couch.  He throws himself onto it, not bothering to survey the cuts, bruises and myriad wounds that cover his body.  He’ll deal with them later.

It’s then that he hears a faint knock at the door.  At first, he thinks he’s imagining it.  But then he hears it again.  His eyes flutter open and he can feel his heart beat faster.  

He pulls himself and limps toward the door, hoping, that despite every part of his brain that’s telling him otherwise, that it’s you at the door.

He opens the door and smiles.

You stand at the door, arms wrapped around yourself, your body covered in an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants.  He can see the dark circles under your eyes, but your tentative smile is enough to overshadow them.

“Steve,” you say, and he can hear the note of doubt in your voice.

“(Y/N),” he says.  “I just got back.”

“I heard,” you say.  Steve shakes his head ruefully.

“Sorry about that,” he says.  “I was trying to be quiet.”

“It’s fine,” you reply.  “I was already up.  Obviously.  Last time we talked, you said I could come over if…”  You trail off as you notice his appearance.  “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” he dismisses, but it’s too late.  You take his arm and lead him back to the couch.  You brush past him and walk past him into his kitchen.  You return with a first aid kit.

“You rememb-” Steve starts but cuts himself off quickly.  “You found my first aid kit.”

“Second cabinet above the stove,” you respond and it’s a good thing you’re so concentrated on his wounds.  Steve’s lip trembles involuntarily, his eyes flicker with pain because he knows now.  

You remember things, little things, like how he takes his tea and where things in his apartment are.  And if you remember the little things subconsciously, then you have to remember everything else, somewhere locked in your mind.  

He shakes his head and steels his face before you have a chance to see him.  He decides not to press his luck for the night.

“Is this going to become a regular thing?” he jokes.  “You sewing me back up after missions?”

“Only if you keep sucking at the missions,” you retort.  “What, did you take every kick and punch?”

“Maybe I did it on purpose,” Steve says, holding his breath.  “It certainly got your attention, didn’t it?”

You laugh and fight the blush creeping up into your cheeks.  Steve’s heart leaps.  It’s been so long since he’s been able to make you do either of those two things.

“You sound a little delirious, Captain Rogers,” you grin.  “Do I need to check you for a concussion?”

“Maybe, because I think I fell for you,” he says, and you’re struck by the sincerity in his voice.  You look at him and you feel like you want to say something.  But the words don’t come, and you purse your lips in frustration.  You shake off the feeling and recompose your face in a smile.

“That was weak,” you joke.  “You’ve got to step your game up.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Steve smiles, relishing the feeling of your fingers, dancing across his skin as you check all of his cuts.  Now that he knows that you’re locked in there somewhere, he won’t stop, won’t let S.H.I.E.L.D. or Natasha tell him otherwise.  “I intend to.”

-

3:27.

Steve enters his apartment, relatively unscathed from a successful mission.  He only has to wait two minutes before he hears your soft knock.

He opens the door and you bound into his apartment, carrying a stack of board games.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asks, a smile on his face.  He hasn’t seen you this energetic since…before.

“Maybe,” you smile.  “I had a crazy day today.”

“Yeah?” he says.

“Well, I mean, it probably can’t top yours,” you say.  “But as civilian life goes, it was pretty crazy.”

“Tell me about it?” Steve says, moving into the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

“Oh, I will,” you say, sitting down on his couch.  You suddenly realize that you’ve really made yourself at home, invited yourself in like you belong here.  You feel a sudden flash of doubt.  “Um, Steve?”

“Yeah?” he asks, hurrying back into the living room.

“Is it…ok that I’m here?” you ask.  “I mean, if you’re tired and need to sleep or get some work done or something, I can-”

“No, of course not,” he says, his words jumbled as he tries to get the words out as quickly as possible.   He doesn’t tell you that this is what he looks forward to at the end of every day, that sometimes the thought of you is the only thing that gets him through missions.  “I’m happy to have you here.”

You nod, reassured.  From anyone else, you might not believe those words, but there’s something in you that just makes you believe everything Steve says.  You can’t help but feel the genuine affection that Steve seems to have for you.

“Well,” you say, placing the board games on his coffee table.  “I brought over some board games.  Have you ever played one?”

“I have the feeling I’m about to,” he says.  “Why don’t you pick one out and show me how to play?’

And that’s how you end up shouting at Steve at 6 in the morning as he drives you into bankruptcy with his crazy Monopoly skills.  The sun is rising when you finally surrender, begrudgingly acknowledging the fact that Steve is actually better than you.  

You return to your apartment, you sleep.  Dreamlessly, but without nightmares.  And when you wake up, you find an envelope has been slipped under your door.  An envelope with a key inside.

-

1:15.

Steve approaches the door of his apartment and sniffs.  He catches a whiff of something that smells like freshly baked cookies, quickly followed by the smell of burning food.

Steve tries the door of his apartment and finds it unlocked.  He smiles and throws the door open, his smile only growing bigger when he sees you bustling around his kitchen in a Minnie Mouse apron.

“(Y/N)?” he calls, amused.  You look up and Steve laughs.  You have flour smudged on your face and something that looks suspiciously like frosting in your hair.

“I can explain,” you say.

“Please,” Steve smiles.  “This’ll be a good one.”

“So I came downstairs to borrow a cup of sugar,” you say.  “Because I felt like baking cupcakes.  And then I saw that you had all sorts of fun cooking tools.  Like-”  You hold up a small metal object.  “Did you know you have a garlic press?”

Steve shakes his head.  “S.H.I.E.L.D. furnished the apartment for me,” he admits and you nod.

“That’s what I figured,” you say.  “So I just kind of…moved all of my food down here and started cooking.”

“So what did you make?” Steve asks, fighting back a laugh.

“Well, I did the cupcakes,” you say.  “I burned half of them, but that’s ok.  And then I found the garlic press, so I made some homemade garlic bread.  And then you had a full apple peeler, so I made apple pie.  And then you had some tomato sauce, so I cooked some pasta.  Are you hungry?”

“I am now,” Steve says.

“Great!” you grin.  “I’ll find some plates.”

You turn away and again, Steve smiles sadly  If he just pretends, he can almost trick himself into believing that everything’s back to normal.  Coming home to you tonight, he almost forgets that anything had ever happened.

-

2:43.

When Steve lets himself in, he almost doesn’t see you on the couch.  But then the huddled pile of blankets on the couch shudders, and he hears that familiar, heart-wrenching sob that he thankfully hasn’t heard in a while.

“(Y/N),” Steve says and the blankets shift so that you resurface, your tear-streaked face peering out of your nest.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whisper.  “I just didn’t want to be alone…and your apartment feels more like home than mine.”

Steve nods, setting down his shield by the door and walking to you.  He drops down to the couch beside you and you shift so that you’re leaning against him, your arm draped over his chest.  

He stiffens, surprised at the sudden contact, but then you feel his arm drape over your shoulder and his other hand reach up to grab yours, and he pulls you closer so that you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, in and out.

“You were there, this time,” you say, your voice low.  “Trying to help me.  But then…”

“It was just a dream,” he lies soothingly.  “You’re safe.  It didn’t happen.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, and suddenly your eyes, which have been wide open since the nightmare, start to droop.  Something about the warmth of Steve’s arms, the steady beating of his heart, lulls you into a sense of familiar security and within minutes, you’re able to drift off to sleep.

Steve hears your breathing slow and smiles to himself.  He makes no move to get up, to change out of his uniform, no matter how uncomfortable.  Instead, he slouches back into the couch further, and rests his head in your hair, before sleep takes him too.

-

3:34.

You unlock the door of Steve’s apartment and drop yourself down onto the couch.  You know Steve’ll be back soon, and you’re too scared of the nightmares to try to sleep again.

You feel a draft of wind and shiver.  You get up off the couch and head to the hall closet, where you know Steve keeps the blankets.

You reach up on your tip-toes to grab the warm blankets.  But when you pull them down, a small box tumbles down with them.  The contents spills out onto the floor around you and you curse.

You drop down to your knees and start to collect everything.  You resist the desire to look through the things, and you almost succeed.  Until you see the photo.

It’s poking out of the edge of a file, a small sliver of the face.  A face that you’d swear was your own.

You give in to temptation and slide the picture out, gasping, as you realize it’s a picture of you and Steve.  Steve’s wearing his suit, and you’re standing beside him, in a combat suit of some sort.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn to see Steve himself, standing behind you in the very uniform you’ve just been looking at.  His eyes dart down to your hands and they widen.

“(Y/N)…” Steve says, his voice low, cautioning.  

“Steve,” you say quietly, your voice tight.  “What the hell is this?”

anachronistique  asked:

hamilton characters as GBBO contestants

[Close up on the meticulous kitchen of a brownstone apartment. Every surface is spotless, every careful measured ingredient in its place. Is that mixer new? It looks new. It looks like nobody used it before.]

FRIENDLY ANNOUNCER: Aaron Burr is known to most as a lawyer, but says he took up baking as a bonding activity with his daughter Theodosia.  

BURR: Winning is all about planning and practice. And of course, I want to make Theo proud.

[Shouting from upstairs, offscreen] DAD, THE KITCHEN LOOKS WEIRD. WHY IS IT SO CLEAN? IS THERE A DIFF———

Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton received her degree in social work before taking time off to be a full-time mom to her four children. She loves to bake for family and friends, and has been a long time fan of the program. It was her sister Angelica who encouraged her to finally apply.

ANGELICA: Eliza wouldn’t admit to it, but she’s got a fiery streak. I’ve seen it.

[Eliza laughs, looks away from the camera.]

ANGELICA [grinning]: I’d bet on her.

ELIZA: It’ll be nice to do something just for me. That’s all I’m focusing on right now.

ALEXANDER SCHUYLER-HAMILTON nudges JOHN LAURENS in the side.

ALEXANDER: Show them!

LAURENS: Oh man, you have to see this.

[LAURENS proudly holds up an intricate turtle constructed entirely out of different types of bread.]

THOMAS JEFFERSON: So in conclusion, no, I would not say I am here to make friends.

ANNOUNCER: [whispers something to Jefferson]

JEFFERSON: Hang on, this isn’t Top Chef?

angerliz  asked:

♟ and/or ♙, sloane/hurley

“Yikes,” says Hurley.

Sloane observes her leg dispassionately. “I didn’t want to go to the hospital.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think they’d be thrilled to see you either.” There’s a little first aid kit in the cupboard, Hurley unrolls a length of bandages and takes out of a small bottle of greenish looking antiseptic. She examines the wound. It looks like road rash or poison ivy, like it should be pink and angry but it’s almost grey, a wide patch from Sloane’s ankle to her knee. Hurley cringes inwardly. It looks like it burns. 

“I’m not gonna ask what happened,” she says. “Because you won’t tell me, right?”

Sloane looks too tired to argue. She looks, upon closer inspection, completely fucking exhausted. Hurley files it away for later as she dabs the antiseptic.

It’s not like this hasn’t happened before, to both of them, more times than she can count. They’ve ended races half-dead. They come to each other now. It’s just easier that way. The monastery taught Hurley enough that she gets by. 

There’s a thickness in the air that’s new, that she’ll file away with everything else and refuse to place. When she ties up the last of the gauze Sloane smiles at her and it’s the only thing she cares about, the only thing she wants.