phaetastic

Tagged by: @poeticandors

Rule: Post the last line you’ve written and tag as many people as there are words in that line.

Mine: “What a serendipitous occurrence,” His voice is unlike anything you’d expected to find all the way out here, some far flung corner of the star system on a planet you think wants to kill you in particular.”

There’s no way I’m tagging a person for every word in that monstrosity.

“Now, can I finish sucking you off?”

I don’t have any friends so I’m just gonna tag whoever comes to mind lol

Damnit, Poe 😂 Stop flirting with the enemy!

Also, you now totally have at least one friend. We’re friends now, sorry no take backs.

Annnddd I’ll tag @mycupoffanfiction​ @sebbbystaaan​ @megantje123​ @sherlocked-bitch​ @mushyjellybeans​ @itsunclebucky​

‘He noticed it, the way you always reached for him above anyone else for comfort and in that moment he welcomed your presence with your hand in his, tucked into his side.’

Tagging:

@marvelgirl7 @lancetuckershairgel @jobean12-blog @writing-what-writing @buckyssoul @jewelofwinter

“You moan against his mouth as he pulls you into his lap, all thoughts of work put on hold. “

“His lips brushed against yours and in that moment it was just the two of you.”

“Okay smartass,” he chuckles, helping you stand on your own, “let’s go eat.”

“Who knew senor Spandex was such a sentimental sack of shit?”

google doc- ( dark! stepbrothers! stucky x reader ) she sat down by bucky’s legs.

notebook- ( dark! hazing / training request w/ stucky ) “don’t worry, doll, we’ll take care of ya.” bucky promises.

Jonathan looked fucking amazing, goddamn him, no indication that the year between being your Daddy and then moving on with his life like you never existed caused him a moment’s concern.

A: I have problems with run-on sentences, clearly

“Assuming Ives is in possession of the scepter,” Fury thundered, undeterred, “Loki will amp up everyone’s defenses, including his own, by calling on the power of motherfucking Elsa so you have enough time to get proof of whatever the hell is going on.”

There’s no way I actually know that many people to tag, and a lot of the ones I do have already been tagged, so here goes…

‘Why did he have to learn conversational Norwegian just to have one dinner in Tønsberg?’

She lacked the morbid fascination that had consumed so many others as he had dropped a body once a week for long bloody months. 

“Phil pulled his jacket tight against the night air, trying to ignore the pang that squeezed his gut when the door clicked locked behind him.”

Clearly that’s too many words. But anyway, tagging… @beneficialaddiction @shipmistress9 @miladydragon @cakeisnotpie @miladydragon @fishcustardandclintbarton @lola381pce @justanotherstonyfan @raiining

Phil stripped off his tunic and let his wings out.  

Tagging… @gmariam321 @avaantares @lola381pce @dinodina @emyrldlady @cakeisnotpie  @beneficialaddiction

“Mmm, I think you may have a fundamental misunderstanding of how this is going to work,” Phil muses, stepping back and dropping into a crouch.

I seem to be a little late to the party and a lot of by dear Phlint shippers have been tagged, but I’ll happily throw them in again!

I...haven’t been writing much at all recently, sadly. According to Google Docs, this is the last sentence of the last fic I worked on:

“You’re gonna water it, and prune it, and damn well serenade that plant if that’s what it takes to breathe it back to life, got it?”

for the anon who asked for winterhawk, here’s bucky and clint, expertly dealing with the morning after.

fair warning: there’s a bit of the fake dating trope involved. no one asked for that. i threw it in as a bonus, because i have no self-control.

Clint squirms awake at some ungodly hour of the morning and damn near elbows Bucky right in the liver as he burrows out from underneath his arm. “Coffee,” he mutters, shoving aside sheets, kneeing Bucky in the thigh, headbutting him in the chin. “Coffee, coffee, coffee.”

Bucky grumbles under his breath and hip checks Clint out of the bed. “Jesus,” he says, rolling into the warm spot Clint so foolishly vacated. “Go get your fucking coffee.”

Clint fumbles around a bit, walks into at least two separate pieces of furniture, and finally finds his way to the door. Bucky closes his eyes, breathes in the smell of Clint’s stupid shampoo, and nearly flinches out of his skin when Clint comes barreling back into the bedroom at high speed.

“Shit,” Clint says, sounding high-pitched and desperate. “Shit, shit, shit.”

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