this is for @ilgaksu because she had a bad day and we’ve been chatting spy au and she gave me an idea and i want to cheer her up. all those reasons
Running the surveillance van is generally considered the boring job, but Matt doesn’t mind it. He can people watch to some extent, and he has Neil here to keep him company in watching the screens. It’s quiet and requires no acting, which makes it preferable to being in Andrew’s position right now.
On Matt’s screen, Andrew is leaning back in his seat, cards held in one hand and a low glass next to the other. He’s pretending to be a Russian magnate with a taste for the dirtier side of capitalism and also for killing people he doesn’t like. He looks relaxed, swimming with sharks. Probably because he’s the deadliest predator swimming in these waters.
They’re well into the game in there when Neil says something low in a language that definitely isn’t English, and then, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What?” Matt asks. He’s instantly alarmed, because it takes a lot to make Neil lose his cool – the last time he said something similar, he was bleeding out from a hole in his gut.
Neil is already on his feet. “I’ve got to go in there.”
Neil is definitely not supposed to go in there. He’s only here in the van because of a concession on Wymack’s part, mostly because they’d all believed he’d find a way to get involved in the worst way possible if he weren’t included in an official role. Things have gotten a lot more complicated since he and Andrew started working together, including the frequency with which Neil gets bullet wounds.
“You can’t,” Matt says. “You’ve got your orders.”
“Do you really think I care?” Neil replies. “Andrew’s about to get his cover blown, and I can’t warn him from here.”
They couldn’t send Andrew in wearing an earpiece because everyone inside was searched for tech, so the only support they could provide was watching like this. “How do you know you won’t get him killed storming in there right now?”
“What would you do if it were Dan? Sit in your ass here in the van, or go?” Neil asks. Matt looks away from the screen to his face, taking in the brutal determination with which he looks back.
Matt and Dan are married, but he suspects mentioning that might not be worth the air he’d waste in the process. Whatever bond it is that Andrew and Neil have, it’s probably just as significant, as close and as unbreakable. He says instead, “Who did you see?”
Why The Raven Cycle isn’t getting any diver$ity cookie from me.
This contains mild spoilers, and text from The Raven King.
The way Henry was
introduced in BLLB was unforgettable. We saw him making an
offhand rape comment. This is pretty common. See All For the Game series by Nora Sakavic where
their lone!good!moc could be seen
making the same proclamation throughout the series. I am willing to let it
slide, maybe, this is not about race.
Moving forward to
The Raven King, we get to know Henry Cheng better. He’s half Chinese and half
Korean. His mother Seondeok is a Korean dealer of illegal antiquities. White
authors can’t seem to write East Asians without associating them with mob,
yakuza, and mafia? Another example: All For the Game series by Nora Sakavic
This is the part
where it gets nauseating.
“Principles? Henry Cheng’s principles are all about
getting larger font in the school newsletter,” Ronan said. He did a vaguely offensive
version of Henry’s voice: “Serif? Sans serif? More bold, less italics.”
Blue saw Adam both smirk and turn his face away in a
hurry so that Gansey wouldn’t see, but it was too late.
“Et tu, Brute?” Gansey asked Adam. “Disappointing.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Adam replied.
It was explicitly
stated Henry’s second language is English. I’m going to assume Ronan is mocking
the way Henry speaks, the intonation or accent of his voice. Whichever fucking
way I look it is racist. Nobody even called Ronan out. The gross thing, the
author made it into an “inside joke” for pynch.
This didn’t end
right there. We have another pynch scene where they made a punchline out of
“Adam made puerile jokes at Henry’s expense (He’s half
Chinese? “Which half?”) and sniggered clannishly; Blue called them on it (“Jealous,
much?”): Gansey told them to put aside their preconceptions and think about
Really? This made
into the final publication? Minority’s ethnical identity isn’t a subject for
crass puns. Blue and Gansey’s meek intervention
is not going to pacify me. I’m not here for this. Once again, this become a “cutesy”
These vile ~scenes~
about Henry’s otherization serves no purpose. It doesn’t contribute anything to
the plot. You can reason out the narrative is implying Adam and Ronan are
jealous (of Gansey’s new attachment to Henry,) but the author could’ve made a
different approach of executing that. This is deliberate.
scene with Henry and Blue
It was this: Blue, teetering on the edge of offence,
saying, I don’t understand why you keep saying such awful things about Koreans.
About yourself. And Henry saying. I will do it before anyone else can. It is
the only way to not be angry all of the time.
I see a lot of
bloggers here are now clamoring for Henry, maybe it’s because he’s greatly sculpted,
or because he’s Asian and his characterization speaks to you. If your reason is
the latter, I have news for you. There are plenty of Asian authors
specifically Chinese, and Korean, who are out there doing a spectacular job at
it. Here are some of them; Jenny Han, Renee Ahdieh, Cindy Pon, Malinda Lo, Ellen Oh, Maureen Goo, Marie Lu, Lydia Kang, Amy Zhang, Celeste Ng,
S. Jae-Jones, and more.
warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)
word count: ~2500
The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to
celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.
That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam
vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank
catching Dean’s eye. You were now
perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.
So what? You didn’t
necessarily like Dean that way, but
it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good
reason. The feeling of jealousy and
anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours.
Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to
take that away from you.
Summary: The party people wants you and Pietro together because everyone but you two knew each other’s feelings.
Warnings: Heated kissing?
A/N: Feedback is love.
Alcohol and food always meant trouble at the
Stark Tower, especially on Fridays when everyone had had enough of an
extenuating week of researching and short missions. The team wanted to have a
party; one like the old times. One in which someone ended up naked or going at
it with another team member.
Tony and Natasha had it all set up; they had
prepared everything from Monday that week until they realized what was missing.
They weren’t the kind of people who put much thought into their feelings, and
they didn’t like when others pondered too long about the dos and don’ts
regarding other people. (Y/N) was one of those.
In endless conversations, she had spoken to
both of them about what she felt for the speedster, Pietro Maximoff and how
confused she was because she wasn’t sure if his behavior towards her was a sign
of what he felt.
And Pietro was another boring conversation they
hated to have, although it wasn’t very often that the Sokovian decided to open
up his heart with other person than his sister, who was troubled enough to feel
something for a “man” who was not really aware of what feelings were, but she
went along with it, unlike her brother.
Night time had arrived, and the Avengers had a
few drinks on them; they were all relaxed thanks to the countless beers and
shots available. Natasha broke the laughter with a few simple words.
“Shall we play a game?” The redhead smiled
wickedly. The team cheered up, but little did they know what her idea was. “I
was thinking that maybe we could play 7 minutes in heaven?”
“How old are you, Romanoff?” Clint teased. She
glared at him.
“I say we could use the fun.” Tony backed Nat. “Besides,
everyone loves a hook up.”
The discussion didn’t last long, and while
Natasha and Tony went to set up the papers, Wanda came closer to both of them.
She helped them quietly until she saw what they were up to. There were lots of
papers with Pietro’s and (Y/N)’s name and it didn’t take long for her to
realize their true intentions.
“You know;” she said as she folded the papers; “if
you want to set my brother and (Y/N) up, you could’ve asked instead of killing
so many trees.” Her voice was calmed, but it still had a taint of a silly
giggle in it. She smiled at them as her eyes turned red and the threads of energy
moved the papers to the hats.
“So them being together doesn’t bother you?” Natasha
asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. “I mean, your face isn’t very cheerful
when they’re together. No offense, but it looks like you truly hate them.”
“Not taken,” the brunette woman giggled, “but
it’s the problem with my face, Pietro says the same thing. Anyway—“she shook
her head—“do you want the help or not?” The older avengers nodded, and now the
three were onto something.
The first ones to go were Steve and Natasha,
and by the flush on her cheeks, she surely received something good. Steve
licked his lips lusciously and sat as if nothing ever happened. Then, it was
Pietro’s turn to draw a paper. Wanda tricked the hat and when Pietro unfolded
the cutout, it was (Y/N)’s name on it. Tony, Natasha and the witch shared a
meaningful look and tried not to laugh at the terrible coincidence.
(Y/N) took Pietro’s hand and seductively looked
at him; he bit his bottom lip and followed her to the closet. She turned on the
lights inside it and sat on the ottoman that Tony kept. They stayed in silence,
stealing looks from one another and turning their heads away when their eyes
met. (Y/N) groaned and threw her head back onto the wall.
“Do we use this time to make out or we’re gonna
keep quiet?” Pietro teased from the other side of the closet.
“I don’t know,” (Y/N) shrugged, “but now that
you mention it… can we have a little talk?” He nodded a silent reply. “Do you
like me? I mean, are you trying to flirt with me because you like me or because
you wanna fuck me?”
“Both.” He snickered. “Haven’t I been explicit?”
“Not really.” (Y/N) shook her head. “And it’s
been awfully confusing, Piet.” She sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna be another one
of your hook ups, I believe I deserve more than that.”
Pietro whooshed to (Y/N)’s position and placed
his hands on both sides of her body. She tensed immediately when the speedster’s
lips were too close to hers. Inside her chest, her heart beat like crazy and
she couldn’t stop looking up to those bright blue eyes that were almost
intimidating. His hot breath brushed her face and in a split second, his mouth
molded with hers in a perfect kiss.
(Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and Pietro
quickly, and effortlessly, picked her up and he sat on the ottoman instead. She
straddled his lap and gently rocked her hips to get more friction. Pietro’s
lips parted from (Y/N)’s and he kissed down her jawline and stopped on her
pulse point to suck a bruise.
Her heart was beating so fast that Pietro could feel
its rhythm under his lips. She moaned softly when his teeth sunk on her skin
and his strong hands played with the hem of her top, but before they could get
any more excited, the doors were flew open with several heads peering inside.
The two were cut off by a group of nosy avengers, whose faces showed how happy
“Those weren’t 7 minutes.” (Y/N) shook her head
“Printsessa,” Pietro whispered to her hear
softly, “I believe we spent two or threw just looking at each other and
talking.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and helped her up again.
They left the closet holding hands while the
most eager ones, Natasha, Tony and Wanda, cheered up on them and their new
“Everyone has gone away, haven’t they? Will you play with me? You don’t have any masks left do you? Well let’s do something else. Do you want to play with me? OK, let’s play good guys against bad
guys… I’ll be the good guy, and you be the bad guy, and when you’re
the bad guy, you just run.
That’s fine, right? Well…shall we play?”
The last one! I figured it’s only appropriate to end on the mask that requires all the other masks to get. Thanks for sticking with me! :)
S ~ Nii-san!
Hey, what shall we play? M ~ No Sasuke, your brother has to do his homework. You can play when he’s finished… S ~ :( I ~ It’s ok, I’ll finish my homework later… It’s easy… M ~ Fine… S ~ :D
I’d love to request a Thor X F!Reader (I am trash forgive me) where they
try to introduce him to video games, and some of the gang keep making
references to games he has no idea about/ they keep arguing which video
game characters everyone is? Please :)
Thor has created a chatroom.
Thor has added Y/N.
Thor: My love, Samuel has introduced me to a game of grand absconding of vehicles!
Thor: And then he said the game is just a way to control real life!
Thor: I HAVE KNOCKED OVER AND KILLED DOZENS OF PEOPLE
Thor: WORSE, I HAVE RUINED ALL OF STARK’S CARS
Y/N: Why is THAT worse?
Y/N has added Sam.
Y/N: How’d you manage to convince him?!
Sam: Patience plus a well timed explosion courtesy of Wade.
Sam: No civilians were harmed.
Y/N: You can’t see me glaring at you, but I am.
Sam: Aww c'mon, it’s pretty funny.
Thor: WHAT DO I TELL STARK? PERHAPS I SHOULD FAKE MY DEATH LIKE MY BROTHER