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anotherbluesunday · 6 months

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✨Intertidal Chapter Release—Ch. 18✨

Lifting my phone up high in the air, I sucked in another breath. Great. Tapping the green answer icon I didn't realize it was a video call before it was too late.

"What?" I groaned, trying not to growl because it was too early for these calls and I wasn't at my mental fittest in that moment.

"Mornin'," Kent chuckled, seemingly humored by my post-dawn anguish. "Yer lookin' bright eyed and bushy tailed."

I glared at him.

"What's got ya' out of sorts, love?" he asked in a more concerned tone. "Ya' sick or hurt?"

"No..." I hesitated. Furrowed my brow and closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose to ward off the creeping headache I felt coming. "Just...I don't know. My head's fuzzy."

"Drunk fuzzy? Hungover? Or like existential dread goin' into numb kinda fuzzy?" When I groaned at the last one I could hear him breathe a sympathetic chuckle. "Yeah, I have those mornin's too."

"Maybe if I have a mimosa..."

Kent clicked his tongue. "That, love, is what we call an unhealthy dependence bordering on alcoholic behavior."

"You sound like my therapist."

"Well kudos ta' her for havin' the stones to say that."

Only Kent could make me roll my eyes with the urge to clock him while looking as good as he did while doing it.

"What're ya' doin' today?"

"Besides withering away beneath my blankets waiting for death to come and fight me for my life?" Kent smirked, humored by my answer rather than being put off the way Enid or my parents would have been. Both him and Ty shared the same flavor of dark humor which was also my flavor as chance would have it. "Nothing. Why?"

"We should do somethin'."

Wading the glowing crystalline waters of the pool hidden within the tropical paradise that surrounded us, I watched Kent swim toward me after diving in from the opposite end. Form shifting hypnotically like an abstract painting cast in bronze, topaz blue, aquamarine, and shimmering yellow, I held my breathe as he approached. Smiled more as if I had been bewitched when he emerged looking like a damn Grecian god with his hair clinging to his broad built shoulders and eyes sparkling. It didn't help that "Moonlight Serenade" was playing to match the vintage vibe of the entire area encapsulating Trader Sam's, Tangaroa Terrace, and the "grown up's" pool.

"Yer doin' that thing again," Kent teased as he floated over to where I was lurking, my arms slung up on the lip of the pool deck. Tilting his head just a bit with a playful flicker in his eyes as he grabbed hold of the handrail of the sidesteps next to me, Kent closed the space separating us. Hung there looking like a siren pulled straight out of fiction. "You'll cook me 'live with that kind of starin'."

I couldn't respond. My brain had gone dead. Or on strike because it was tired of this bullshit. Either way, the bitch had peaced out on me and my thought process was left on buffering.

Eyes constantly drawn back to his eyes, his lips, his chest, it was irrational Wynn's turn to take control of the helm. And what do you know, she steered us all into the shallows. Ran us ashore marooning me in the destructive cycle of reconsidering my stance on relationships versus fuck buddies. And it was her fault that my brain was coming up with more pro's to locking down Kent than it was coming up with con's. This would have been an easy decision weeks ago. Wouldn't have been something I would have even considered at the start of the year. Granted, I had always wanted to take a ride or two on him. But date him? That was a sure sign I had suffered traumatic brain injury. Or at least so I thought. But now?

"Winnie...?" He said quietly, as if he were about to share a secret. From the look in his eyes, he may very well be doing that. Gaze flicking from my lips to my eyes as he got in a little closer, Kent nearly whispered, "What if..." he began--the tension mounting between us pure indescribable torture. "What if I were to tell ya' that you've been on my mind for the last year?"

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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ishipallthings · 5 years

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Cap-IM Rec Week 2019 (Wednesday)

July 17th, Angsty Wednesday for @cap-ironman: Bring on all the angst!

Here are some angsty recs, most are Endgame fics but not all, have fun!

Please be mindful of the tags - some of the fics have a happy or hopeful ending, others don’t.

Remember to show some love for your hard-working artists!

to make a home by @thisissirius: Bucky is surprised to see Steve return.

He’s certain when he says you’re taking all the stupid with you that Steve’s going back to Peggy. It’s not what Bucky would choose to do, nor what he would choose for Steve, because he doesn’t want that kind of heartache, and he definitely doesn’t want a lifetime of Steve having to hide who he’s in love with because of time travel and timelines and whatever other shit Bruce and Tony came up with.

Coda by @capn-shellhead: Steve sends Tony off a second time.

The Longest Road (Not a Victory March) by @onlymorelove: Steve watches Tony die.

couldn't whisper (when you needed it shouted) by @onlymorelove: Steve still can't let go of that damned flip phone. (Really, he can't let go of Tony.)

Magnetic North by @onlymorelove: Life is complicated and they've all lost too much; Tony doesn't want Steve to be alone after Natasha's death. (WIP)

the end of summer by duckmoles: Steve doesn’t cry until later. (Moving on.)

After by Dowwwney (Wynt): Steve watches him for a second, and Tony swallows and licks his lips and notices Steve’s gaze harden.

Stubborn. They’re both so damn stubborn.

no regrets by @ineffablestarkrogers: “We’re stuck in a closet in Camp Leigh in 1970, and you want to know if I can still come on just your cock?” Steve asks, he supposes that it was meant to be sarcastic, but it comes out far too fond for him to pretend that it was anything anywhere near that bitter.

Same old story. by spqr: “We’re toasting our regrets,” Tony explains. “Your turn."

“Oh,” Steve says.

It takes him a long minute to think of something. Or, more likely, it takes him a long moment to work up the courage. But then he turns and raises his bottle to Tony. Looks him dead in the eyes, a sad, sort of wistful smile on his face, and says, “You.”

shades of happiness by @lazywriter7: Part of the journey is the end. Steve Rogers considers his many possible endings, and chooses one.

Seasons of My Life by @gotthesilver: It’s twelve years since he died, and the city does a thing each year. Honoring him, and Natasha, and Steve. They show footage from the battle, and her mom goes into the city to make a speech.

Fuse is Fireside by @gotthesilver: Because, here’s the thing, he loves Pepper. He does. He’s not so much of an asshole that he’d marry her if he didn’t. But Steve.

Steve is like gravity. Always has been.

This Is How They Win by @awesomelifechoices: In the aftermath of Thanos’ actions, Tony is convinced that this isn’t the end of the fight. Not yet. Doctor Strange had told him the only way to win the war, and Tony is going to follow through. No matter what.

Work Through What Holds Us Down (A Meetings Remix) by @navaan: They meet on a lawn after Tony has made the call. Now what? How will this play out? Can they find a way to work it out?

Words in Empty Spaces by @the-vorkosigan: When Ebony Maw's ship lands in New York, Tony finally calls Steve, and Steve comes with him to Titan.

Every Last One of My Demons by @nostalgicatsea: Steve was right. There was no point in pretending to be okay, not after Thanos, not when nothing and nobody was. Whatever came of opening up to Steve, nothing could hurt him as much as what had already happened. And yet, Tony thought, mere inches and an entire ocean away from him, not moving away but not touching him. And yet.

Leaving Promises Against Your Skin by @nostalgicatsea: “Someday, someone will choose you, Tony,” his mother had said, her hands back to cupping his. “And no one, not your father, not anyone, can ever take that from you.”

Six Degrees Of Separation by @suitofhumour: Steve and Tony go through six degrees of separation before finding themselves and peace.

heavy hope by @nasafic: The first few days after the breakup are rough. Steve feels like someone has hollowed out his chest with a desert spoon, and he must look it, too, because Bucky takes one glance at him, limp and pale in the living room, suitcase abandoned by his feet, and wraps him up into the strongest hug Steve’s ever received. He explains it all to Bucky that night, with a sort of robotic stillness, how Tony had dumped him in their Californian hotel room, said I don’t love you enough, this is it. Goodbye.

like i don't even know who you are by @onemuseleft: The divorce papers were just as unsigned as they had been an hour ago.

Einherjar by skyline: Steve dies on a Thursday afternoon, shield in hand. Then he comes back.

To Have and to Hold by @viudanegraaa: 616 Tony opens his eyes. He's in a different body, on a different world. Here, the team is smaller. Fractured. He's older. Wearier.

Back home, a different version of himself opens his eyes and can't fathom the sight before him. This world is much more complicated than his own, but he's younger and more powerful here. But the stakes are higher: he's Director of SHIELD. (616/MCU crossover)

An Unbroken Heart by @laireshi: They aren’t friends, not anymore. But Steve still loves Tony with all his heart, and Tony still risks his own life to save Steve. (616)

what dark days seen by @mizzy2k: AU where both Steve and Bucky went down in the ice and were captured by HYDRA. Natasha helped Bucky escape, but Steve remained and became the Winter Soldier. It's the end of the Civil War and Bucky has just been killed.

Steve Rogers finds himself in a superhero-unfriendly bar on the day of Bucky's funeral, looking for a quiet drink. (616 AU)

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 by @kiyaar: In another world, on another Earth, the Superhuman Civil War has a darker, bloodier end. (Contest of Champions)

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

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thesoundlabyes · 4 years

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anotherbluesunday · 4 months

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Intertidal Update—Ch. 23: It Gets Better Pt.II (Kent)

"Mm, hello love," I purred in greeting to my darling when she came up from behind. Slipped her arms around me and her hands down the front pockets of my pants. "Hungry?"

"Like a bear fresh out of hibernation." Pecking at my cheek, she took her plate with a chipper "Thank you baby" then waltzed herself over to the table where I joined her. "So," Winnie began with her mouth half-full of food as she scrolled through the surf report. "It's looking like shit weather right before the competition."

Glancing up at her quick, I diverted my attention back to my food. "Oh yeah?" Winnie nodded. Slid her phone over to me. It wasn't looking good. "Well fuck."

"Well fuck is right."

Looking at the predicted wave height and swell pattern, slowly stopped eating. "This is the most recent update?"

"It's from this morning."

"Fuck..." I scrolled more. Switched websites to see if there was any difference between them. There wasn't. "Looks like the Antarctic sea's kickin' shit up into the area. Does Ty know? And Xav and AJ?"

"AJ isn't riding because Scoob had a breakdown a few days ago about how she didn't want to raise their baby on her own. And Xav is on his honeymoon. Won't be back until the Games."

"And Ty?" Looking at her for a moment, I waited then pushed again. "Winnie, he's gotta know."

"He's probably already checked--"

"Winnie..."

She was silent. Stared at me in guilted anguish from across the table.

"Have you called 'im?"

Stillness. Silence. And then, "I'm scared."

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anotherbluesunday · 6 months

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✨Intertidal Moodboard Teaser—Chapter 16✨

Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, I would like to introduce the newest couple in Intertidal (and one that’ll give Wyler a run for its money), Wynn and Kent or Wynt. So excited to launch this pairing in the upcoming chapter. And yes, they are an enemies to lovers/hate to love couple so prepare yourself for the fire because it will be scorching with plenty of twists along the way. 🔥💜🔥

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anotherbluesunday · 5 months

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✨Intertidal—Chapter 19, 20✨

Cheeks full of banana like a chipmunk, Enid giggled. Finally had some color back in her when she downed it and teased, "I would have paid good money to see you frazzled, Mr. Cool." I just snorted a laugh. Told her I was never cool and that it was all smoke and mirrors.

"How much time do we have left?" Enid asked, turning to look at Bonnie who was fully outfitted and ready to go.

"Thirty minutes."

"I can tell 'em you need more time," I offered. Changed it up when she shook her head. "Or I could make a scene. Pretend ta' fall down the stairs an' sprain my leg."

Enid laughed. Shook her head at me. "It's fine. I can be ready in thirty. I just need to touch up my makeup and do my hair..."

"I can do your makeup," Wednesday offered from the doorway.

Winnie nodded at Wen then looked back to her sister. "I'll do your hair. I only need to slip on my dress and then I'm ready so I can do your hair real quick."

"Thank you Scrappy," the oldest of the two sisters sniffled. Closed her arms around Winnie in a tight bear hug. "I love you guys so much."

"Love you too, Scoob. Stop crying though or you'll make your eyes even puffier." Turning to me, Winnie couldn't have been more impressive in that moment with how she was handling everything. "I know you have to get ready too but could you grab me a bag of ice? I need it to help with the puffiness in her cheeks and eyes."

Offering her a reserved smile because I couldn't kiss her like I wanted, I nodded. "I can do that."

"From Ariel to Cinderella." I whistled with a smirk and a kiss to her cheek. "You look lovely."

Just a hair shorter than me in my dress shoes and her in her flats, Winnie purred as she looked up at me. "And you're too handsome in this suit."

"Really now?"

She nodded. "Very handsome. I had to stop myself from making it too obvious that I was staring."

"Ye'h, I don't think I was as slick as you were. Ty caught me once or twice. I tried to play it off but he's only as dumb as wood 'bout himself."

"Good thing I was planning on telling them about us anyway."

Swallowing hard, I held her flush against me. Held her gently with my thumbs rubbing tender little circles into the curve of her back.

"So you're sure 'bout this? You ain't put off or anythin' after this mornin' or after what Divvy told ya'?"

Crystalline eyes searching mine, they darted to my lips as she thought about it.

"We all have our past history," Winnie spoke, her voice soft and thoughtful as she mentally weighed her words importance and impact. "I can't say I'm not shocked. I guess it's because my brain keeps ageing you down so it's weird when I'm reminded that you're eight years older. Well," she stopped and corrected herself even though she was right the first time, "seven years right now. But it would be ridiculous if you didn't have a whole life that existed before me...before us. So I'm not upset about it is what I'm trying to say. Or this morning since we're talking about it."

Fighting off the water works, I kissed her cheek and hugged my girl tight. "Thank you."

You know, it wouldn’t be a proper wedding without some angst. 💜💜💜

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