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Its me back at it again with more TRT fan art as promised. I played around with the colors stuff but overall I love the way they turned out and i hope you will likr them too

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EXCUSE ME

EXCUSE

ME

ME THE EXCUSE FUCKING

YOU LEAVE THIS GLORIOUS ART IN MY BOX

YOU DESTROY ME WITH BEAUTY LIKE THIS, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME

LOOK AT THAT CHIN GRAB AND HER HAND ON HIS NECK, LOOK AT HIS HANDS OPEN IN SURPRISE, LOOK AT HIS HAIR FLUFF AND THEIR SOFT FACES AND THE SHEER BLISS HERE

LOOK AT THE MUSCLES HOLY SHIT matt murdock continues to be a buffet, that's just a PSA here, and this will remind everyone, GUYS, LOOK

in short, I gift thee my emotions over this beautiful art, even if all that comes out is

All exclusive short stories: The Folk of the Air

I decided to collect all exclusive stories I know of. I have done something similar for SJM books .  If you know of any other exclusive story, please let me know! THE CRUEL PRINCE A visit to the Impossible Lands Barnes and Noble edition Deleted Scenes From The Cruel Prince (Some of these are alternate storylines) THE WICKED KING deleted scene from The Wicked King, Barnes and Noble edition THE QUEEN OF NOTHING Cardan’s letters from the Queen of Nothing Barnes and Noble edition, should be read after the book deleted scene from The Queen of Nothing , sent via Holly’s official newsletter THE STOLEN HEIR The Walmart Exclusive Stolen Heir content The Stolen Heir Barnes & Noble Bonus Content, author’s personal journal pages and notes on the manuscript, Some posts I found useful: post about True Names A Guide to Holly Black’s Extended Faerie Universe

Loki is bi besties... I repeat LOKI IS BI! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!

And we got this reveal in June ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

That Lovin’ Feelin’

PAIRING: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Pilot!Reader

REQUESTED: Yes!

SUMMARY: When a bet leads Goose to hit on a pretty little thing at the bar, he couldn’t have imagined that she would be Bellatrix — the infamous ace with a master’s in astrophysics, and his instructor at Top Gun.

CHARACTERS: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Jester” Heatherly.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: Some suggestiveness, but nothing beyond normal Top Gun behavior. Inappropriate language. Goose just wants a girl who talks dirty. Me using every opportunity to call Maverick small. A mention of fraternization.

A/N: To the one who requested this, thank you so much, I must admit I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, this is my level of love for this man. The callsign “Bellatrix” is because of the star since she is an astrophysicist, and the name means warrior.

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Hi my dear! So glad you are out of that toxic hellhole and writing again! May I please request a teacher AU with Matt Murdoch please? Fluff or smut, anything really except for angst. Got enough angst in my life 😂 Thank you!

I am glad too! And happy to be writing again, even if it feels weird haha. Here’s some non-angst for ya! Hope you like it

*gif is mine*

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“You. Son. Of. A. Bitch,” you ground out through clenched teeth as you tried to manhandle your snack from the vending machine.

“E3, right? That one always sticks,” a familiar voice said.

You wrinkled your nose as you turned and looked at the teacher who had just walked in. 

“I don’t need an ethics lesson, Murdock, I need my damn cheez-its.”

Matt laughed as he made his way over to you. You stepped out of the way of the cane . When he got to the machine, he looked over his shoulder at you conspiratorially.

“Make sure no one is looking.”

“Not the time for a blind joke, got it,” you mumbled as you looked at the door. “Coast is clear. Work your magic.”

He kneed the edge of the machine once. The force knocked not only your snack free, but another bag as well.

“You are the absolute worst,” you said in gratitude as you pulled the snacks out, offering the spare to Matt. “What kind of person teaches ethics and steals chips?”

“I didn’t steal anything. You paid money and the product wasn’t given to you. We’ll just call this a fair trade for my help.”

His grin was contagious and you laughed. He nudged his shoulder against yours gently.

“I can smell clay. Your art class is already doing sculptures?”

Your grin turned playful. 

“Yeah. You should come by the classroom after school. I can show you some of my work.”

His eyebrows raised behind the red tinted glasses.

“Is that another blind joke?”

You leaned in so that your mouth could brush his cheek.

“It’s sculptures Matt; you can use your hands to get the feel for it. Who knows, maybe you’ll even like using your hands.”

The light blush on his cheeks made you grin as you stepped back.

Matt and tfaws Bucky would be disasters together and I love them regardless. Neither of them would have a full braincell between them and that’s ok I love them anyways- ∩^ω^∩

Ok but this idea has had me laughing for DAYS, because these two—I love them, but there truly would be precisely zero sense, which means Sam and Reader would essentially be left to manage the two of them and their insanity, which would be hysterical. So have this thing I managed to put together in between everything else of these two being, well, themselves.

—

The four of you were pinned down under heavy gunfire. You’d only just managed to barricade yourselves behind some overturned steel tables before the firefight had started, and now you all were crouched low, bullets whining past overhead and steadily chipping away at the plaster walls behind you. Trapped on the eighth floor, at least two of you—Sam with his wings, and Bucky with his, well, super-soldier-ness—could have taken the leap out a window, but that wasn’t quite an option when this many people were shooting at you. 

“How are there this many?” Sam shouted. He tried to edge up over the table to look but a renewed burst of gunfire had him ducking back down. “This is way more than—what happened to counting?!” 

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re fighting Captain America!”

“I mean, I counted the guys on the first eight floors,” Matt said, managing to look sheepish even with his face half-covered by his mask. 

You and Sam turned to stare at him, and you blinked in disbelief. “D, there are ten floors.”

He licked his lips. “I figured most of them would be on the botto—”

“Ten floors, D!” you bellowed. 

“In his defense,” Bucky said easily, looking entirely unbothered as he reloaded his clip, “wasn’t like we weren’t going in even with all of them. I don’t see the issue.”

“Someone’s about to throw a home-made grenade, but the fuse is too long,” Matt said helpfully. “Just toss it back when it gets here.”

“Grenade!” came a shout from across the room, and a moment later a grenade did indeed plunk down by Bucky’s feet. He reached out and picked it up, chucking it back. Panicked shouts cut above the sound of gunfire as people scattered, and then a distant thud rattled the floorboards. 

“I told you not to throw those shitty grenades, Todd!”

“The issue,” Sam grit out, trying to bring everyone back around, “is that we could have been prepared if we knew how many guys there were.”

“Why didn’t you do your bird thing?” Bucky leaned up, firing off a few shots before ducking back down just in time to avoid return fire. “Coulda sent your red canary in to scope it out.”

“Redwing! His name is Redwing, and that would be great if you hadn’t damaged him trying to make him carry takeout from ten differe—”

“If we could focus on the men trying to kill us,” you groaned “that would be great.”

Bucky gestured towards the other side of the room. “Look, if you think about it, we have ‘em where we want ‘em. All grouped up.”

“Grouped up and shooting at us,” you muttered. “And I’m out of bullets.”

“I’ve got a metal arm.” Bucky waved his arm in demonstration. “It’s fine.”

“That is helpful,” Matt agreed.

“Some of us are not super soldiers!” You pointed at Sam. “Mortal!” Then you pointed at yourself and Matt. “Mortal, and in case you forgot, D? You too: mortal!” 

“Jesus Christ, Todd, stop throwing—”

“Grenade!”

This time it was Matt that reached up, plucking the grenade from the air. Then he shifted and leaned around the side of the table just far enough to toss the grenade back. It rebounded off the wall, skittering its way across the floor. Once more came the thunderous sound of footsteps as people darted out of the way, followed by startled screams and a muffled bang! 

“Holy shit! That was Daredevil! That was—”

“I swear to God, Todd, you throw one again—” 

Sam slowly pounded his head back against the table. “Why did we think we should put these two together?”

“Hubris,” you said grimly.

Matt reached over and patted your leg.  

“I have an idea,” Bucky said, nodding to himself. “So they have grenades, right?”

“Oh, you mean those things they’ve been throwing at us for the last two minutes?” Sam rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Bucky glanced at Matt. “How many do they have left?”

“Eight, all with fuses that are too long,” Matt responded instantly, tilting his head to the side as he listened. “Wait—seven. Todd’s about to light another one.”

Sam stared at him in bafflement. “How the hell are you doing that, man?”

“Todd’s… counting. Loudly?”

Todd had not, in fact, been counting loudly.

Sam’s face radiated skepticism. “And you could hear that? Over gunfire.”

“I could hear it,” Bucky interrupted. “Maybe your hearing is just shit.”

“TODD, DON’T YOU DA—” 

“GRENADE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” 

Sam glanced over the barricade and then swung his shield up, smoothly bouncing the grenade back across the room. Predictably, there was a chorus of screams and another bang!

You popped your head up over the edge of the table. “You are not fucking Bruce Willis, you idiot! Stop throwing those!”

“That’s what I keep trying to tell him! Todd, you fucking idiot—”

Matt reached up and yanked you back down.

“Who—“

“Grenaa-a-a-ade!” 

Bucky surged up just in time to catch the grenade and hurl it back, the grenade whistling through the air with such force it punched its way through two walls, goons scattering like a startled flock of birds. Then he ducked back down, throwing you a look as there was another distant explosion. “You need to be more careful.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Really? I need to be careful?”

“I told you: I have a metal arm. I can take some hits.” 

“Just tell us your idea, Buck. Please,” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I got a good look just now and the grenade bag is just sitting there. So what if I shoot the grenades—”

“You are not shooting a bag of grenades!” Sam barked. 

Matt cleared his throat. “Also I can’t kill people.”

“And it might kill us.” You gestured at the lot of you. “I’m kind of concerned no one’s pointed that out yet.” 

“I can respect no killing,” Bucky said solemnly to Matt. “So is it even if I shoot and not you? That counts?”

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s a thin line but—”

“What if I tell them I’m going to shoot the grenades so they can run?”

“I think you’re forgetting we’re on the same floor as the grenade bag,” Sam snorted. “What happens when the floor gives? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m the only one with wings.”

“It’s only eight floors. Just flap your wings and carry them down.”

"Why are you like this?!"

“I think it could work,” Matt said, tilting his head as he set a hand against the floorboards. “The construction is sound enough and the grenades are pretty weak. So we tell them, they run, you shoot the grenades, and then we get back to the stairs.”

“This is a horrible plan, and I blame all of you,” you muttered. At Sam’s cleared throat, you quickly amended your statement. “Except you, Sam. You’re an angel.”

“Thank you,” he said, sounding pleased. Then he narrowed his eyes at Bucky. “See? At least someone here’s got sense.”

“I’m fucking angelic, what are you talking about?” Bucky objected. “She loves me!”

“You told me I was an angel yesterday,” Matt said to you, lips quirking. “I’m starting to think you say that to everyone you’re caught in a firefight with.”

"I’m gonna shoot the grenades,” Bucky muttered.

Sam held up his hands. “Ok, wait a second, can we just—”

“I’m shooting your grenade bag, assholes!” Bucky bellowed, reaching a metal arm up to point. “Get running!”

“Wait, is that the Winter Soldier’s arm?! I thought his hair was longer—”

“Oh fuck—”

“It’s fine.” Matt threw you a feral grin, as Bucky began firing. “They’re really shitty grenades.”

                                                            -x-

The four of you, surrounded by shattered glass and rubble, stared up at the building. 

“I think that went well,” Bucky said.

“Bucky,” you said slowly, making sure to enunciate every word. “The building is on fire.”

Indeed, it was: the top four floors of the building now almost entirely consumed by billowing smoke and orange tongues of flame that spilled from the cracked windows.

“Not a big fire.” Matt cleared his throat. “And no one died.”

“Yeah, even got this asshole out.” Bucky held up Todd. Todd, in response, yowled and kicked, desperately trying to free himself from Bucky’s hold and the parking meter Bucky had bent and twisted around him. After a second, Bucky shook him. “Stop being annoying.”

“And they needed to renovate anyway,” Matt said with a smirk. “There was some black mold in the bathroom on floor six.”

“See?” Bucky pointed out, grinning. “We helped.”

“Oh my god,” Sam groaned, as the distant warble of sirens grew closer. “This was not helping.”

“I’m hungry,” Bucky said blithely, tossing an angry Todd up onto the sidewalk. “Takeout?”

“Dude, seriously?” Sam barked. “You’re hungry? Now?”

You glanced at Matt and then did a double-take. “Jesus, D!"

“It’s a minor graze,” Matt reassured you, another droplet of blood dribbling down his arm. “Just hit the less bullet-proof part of the suit.”

“There is no less-bulletproof, D! It either is, or it isn’t—”

Bucky frowned and then nodded. “Ok, you go get bandaged up, and then we get takeout.”

“I could eat after that,” Matt agreed. “There’s some good Chinese food two blocks west if we want to eat there.”

“What is happening?” you whispered, a deep sense of dread welling up inside you because this sounded too much like… friendship. 

“Cool, we’ll meet you there.” Bucky slapped at Sam’s arm and sauntered off. “Come on, Cap.”

“I’m going to go home, bandage up and change,” Matt said, leaning over to kiss your cheek fondly. “See you soon.” And then he was gone, slipping off into the shadows of a nearby alley.

Sam and you stood there a moment, staring up at the burning building. 

“We need to make an agreement right now,” you said slowly, “to never leave them unsupervised.”

“I hear that.” Sam shoved his hand in your direction and you shook it solemnly. 

You cleared your throat. “Actually, which means we should probably—”

“Yeah, I need to—I need to follow him, he’ll—”

“And I need to go make sure D actually, like, takes care of his—”

“Good god,” Sam sighed, turning to jog after Bucky as you turned and headed after Matt. “What the fuck have we done?”

CRAWL HOME TO HER / BUCKY BARNES X READER

neighbors!au. bucky isn’t as receptive to this new life of his as everyone had hoped. he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and closed off. except to the tenant across the hallway from him, who always wears pajamas and bakes a dozen too many of his favorite cookies. titles taken from hozier’s ‘work song’. 

part one - body’s working on empty

part two - the wrong i did

part three - didn’t care much how long i lived

part four - three days on a drunken sin

part five - in the low lamp light

part six - tooth aches

part seven - what my hands and my body’s done

part eight - heaven and hell

part nine - when my time comes around

part ten - lay me gently in the cold hard earth

part eleven - still have my baby

part twelve - my babe would have me

part thirteen - no grave can hold my body down

epilogue - crawl home to her

Modern Howlies

Okay, I know it’s really unlikely and unrealistic and what not but I don’t care

Just imagine: The Howling Commandos alive in modern times. Not through science or serums or cryofreeze, those stubborn assholes just won’t die. They are mildly crotchety old men who wave canes at family reunions and play bingo on weekends and still try to be involved with espionage whenever possible because their retirement home is just so BORING. (Whenever possible is limited to when Gabe and Peggy’s grandson Antoine and their niece Sharon bring them little pieces of ‘classified’ information and asking for advice, and it’s a far cry from their commando days but it’s something so they’ll take it. One more game of scrabble and someone is getting punched) (yes they are all in the same retirement home. Practically attached at the hips they are, especially now that most of the families have spread and moved onto their own lives.)

Then one day Sharon comes in, jittery and more excited than they’ve ever seen her and tells them that They. Found. Cap! Alive! That night the nurses find out that 90 year olds can still be as rowdy as twenty year olds if they are excited enough.

Golden haired fucker doesn’t visit them till after aliens invade New York and for that Dernier repeatedly sacks him upside the head with his cane when he does finally come. (They’d never missed being in the action so much as when they had to watch Cap on the tv, fighting fucking aliens without them to watch his six. And maybe they are a little jealous of these Avengers, but sue them, he was their Captain first.)

All is well, though the rest home gets a few interesting stories because even now they can convince Steve to do some ridiculous shit if they push hard enough. It’s entirely worth the property damage to see him grinning like he hasn’t since before Sarge fell. (And that’s still a gaping wound in all of them, especially now when they are almost all together again. But it’ll never be all of them because Bucky is never coming back)

Then DC happens and they see SHIELD fall on the news (HYDRA, fucking HYDRA the whole damn time and Gabe grips his chair so hard his knuckles turn white because where are Antione and Sharon, are they okay?) and most importantly they see a dead man trying to kill Steve and what the fucking FUCK!?

SARGE!?

WHAT THE HELL SARGE!?

Then hydra’s Intel hits the web and well.

Now it’s war. (It was before, but y'know. Fucking personal now, that’s their Sarge)

So they pour over every piece of Intel they can get their hands on (which is everything the black widow put out their because they may be old but they are the god damn Howling Commandos and their captain and their Sargent need them) and they pull up bases for Cap to tear apart. On her good days Peggy is on the phone helping them and it’s almost like old days and it’s the most purposeful they’ve felt in years

But their most important mission is finding Bucky and bringing him home. And like hell they are sitting this one out. Fuck that, that’s their boy out there somewhere. So they get their leads, they fear up as best they can and they set out. It really does feel like they old days then. Dugan still wears that damn hat and he still has that fucking mustauche. Monty still wears his beret and Dernier still shouldn’t be allowed near explosives (or maybe he should, if you ask Dugan his opinion.) and speaks mostly in French so he and Gabe can have private conversations just to annoy the others. Peggy makes them promise to bring him to visit her when they find him and sends along a letter addressed to Sargent Barnes of the Howling Commandos.

It takes a while, and Steve rants at them to get back to the home before something happens nearly every day on the phone but sorry cap technically we don’t need to take orders anymore, but finally they find him in some old safe house that really is a house in Europe.

Bucky looks out his window one day and see a group of old men standing on the walk staring at him and just feels confusion and familiarity and then - are those the men from the museum? Yes, yes they are! Holy shit it’s the fucking commandos! How are they here, they are ancient, what the fuck guys!?

He sneaks out the back and the chase begins.

They follow him across Europe yelling at him to come home every time they get close no matter who is around (to damn old for this shit, get your punk ass home you little fuck, don’t give a damn who can hear us) and Dernier keeps lecturing him in French. They nearly choke on their coffee the first time he responds in perfect French, something snarky and oh so Bucky and the fucker takes that opportunity to disappear into the crowd. Asshole.

There are close calls and sarcasm and somewhere along the line Morita shanks somebody and Gabe beans a hydra agent over the head with an IV pole and Dugan knocks another one out with his walker.

Just, ninety something year old howlies chasing Bucky across Europe and despite his winter soldier training managing to keep getting the drop on him.

Meanwhile

They attacked my heart hard