#@tumblr bot close your eyes for a second please

[scarefox]

Am I seeing things or... 😶

[just-antithings]

This is just a forewarning for anyone who uses the proship tags. An anti has recently purchased/created a script that floods proship blogs with up to 500 bot followers per day. I run a proship discussion blog and I am currently receiving roughly 250 a day, and have been for the last four days consecutive. I get a handful every minute or so.

Around the second day I started receiving asks such as:

Do you give up yet?

How do you like all your new followers?

Congrats on all the new follows!

Ready to die yet bitch?

They're going to close your account for this

And so forth. I've already been in contact with Tumblr and unfortunately their sole advice was 'we're aware of the bot problem, please report them, thanks :)' as if that wasn't what I was already doing.

Three other people I know who frequent the proship tag have also reported over the last four days they've been averaging around 100 new bot followers a day.

Its currently looking like my only option is to delete my blog and remake it. I genuinely can't go three minutes without at least five new bot followers.

Please be careful and please keep an eye on anyone interacting with your account.

thanks for the heads up!

[soconfusedwithmylife]

i love subnautica but dude is it buggy as shit lmao although! its one of its charms since its funky most of the time ESPECIALLY when its not happening to you. like i had a peeper stuck in the corner of my lifepod just rotating?? and it would close its eyes when i would come close or a shine light on it and open them back up when i go away or close the light. or like when a poor spadefish or boneshark gets yeeted across the ocean for no reason. is it funny to look back on a warper coming out of the sea to you like some fucked up little mermaid or a chelicerate busting through a ventgarden to attack you? sure. but is it fucked up in the moment? NO. the latter happened to my sister while i was there to emotionally support her on her way to get alan's whateverthefucks lmao. she loves and prefers below zero majorly over the og mostly because it was the first one she played and she grew attached to it over the beta,, she hates where they ended up with the finished product. i played like half an hour of it in the beta decided it wasnt for me. i get SUPER jealous of the seamonkeys and the mineral detector tho. ayoooo rip to you consolers but im different B) pc is superior in the way it literally lets you fuck around with however you want and you bet i Will Play God whenever applicable! what else do you play? also now that we are talking about games i have to tell you. i love you and and your writing. but the feelings ive felt when i read you put him in plat............. my boy should have been at least diamond from the start im still in tears from that chapter i still havent recovered to this day how could you do my boy like this. how could you doubt his epic gamer skills and gaming time management issues like this. please explain yourself before my entire life falls apart at your feet. also me, an adc main, reading "accidentally kill the large-"

my boy was holding it in by shEEr power of love. especially after they nerfed the fuck out of adc to the point mfs will be rolling up the lane with double ap or a fucking yasuo. why is there always a fucking yasuo on enemy bot lane. and why do they all share the same zombie braincell. yone did not die for this bullshit. and to answer your question it depends on where im sending the question from lol. like on mobile there is like a 300? i think? character limit while on mobile and something similar on pc if i go to your blog site and choose ask from your theme. but here is the thing. if i go to your blog from tumblr/user instead of user.tumblr, then click ask, it literally gives me the same box as if im making a post. so no text limit whatsoever and i can freely send pics and stuff, pretty neat B)

nah i think at the end of the day doing whatever makes you the most comfortable and happy regarding the uploads is the most important! i just liked having multiple days of something nice to me ya know? not necessarily the fact that it was split. and i love them both!! the reason i call it texas touya fic is because one, when i started reading tomura was still more like on the sidelines and it kinda stuck two, it rolls of the tongue easier than texas tomura i guess? but i love them both T-T both as texans and in general! oh and dont worry ill probably bore you till you tell me to go away or something and and and! have a nice day!

I almost wish my game was as buggy as yours sounds. It sounds hilarious and game enriching. Mine doesn't like to glitch up but that probably because I played on PS4 and 5. Right after original launch of plain Subnautica, I got to the lava castle but the containment area wouldn't load so I had to start a new save. Hours down the drain.

^legit me after going through the entirety of the game again. Reapers, warpers, ghosts, and sea dragons biting chunks out of my ass all over again. But it was soooooo fun. It's one of my fave games.

OMG the backseat support gamer!!! I had one of those too for my second play through of oh Subnautica! Good on you to emotionally and psychologically hype your sister for the spookiness. I really liked below zero the first time I played it since I was just super hyped to have more Subnautica period but playing them again, you can definitely feel a substantial difference in atmosphere and replayability. Below zero just felt cramped and not as scary while Subnautica was open to terror from any direction. I totally understand your first experience being your favorite though. Whoa! You played it in the beta??? That's awesome! I'm but a lowly console peasant (until I get my PC fixed 😈) so I had to wait for console release.

OMFG DUDE. I was literally going to make him diamond II or even master BUT I didn't want a mega mind gamer in the comments to be like "erm, tomura wouldn't be diamond. It's hard to get to diamond!!11!" So I lowered his stats and you know what's CRAZY?! Me and a friend were talking about this exact issue and she brought up how he should have been at least diamond and I said the exact same story lmao. So I will go back and edit him into diamond 💀 he deserves it. The CS steal is so real 😔 so uncalled for. So unsophisticated. Okay but playing yasuo is fun, going against a yasuo is cancer. The wind shield is op. (When I'm playing against a yasuo) but sucks balls and blocks nada when I play him. (It's a zombie braincell hivemind that we all take turns with)

You're a Tumblr pro dude. 💀 I hadn't used it since 2015 so I'm still getting the hang of it (it doesn't tell me when I get notifs btw so I'm sorry for leaving you hanging for TWO WEEKS)

It legit means so much to me that you find so much joy in my writing and have stuck with it even with the long periods between updates. I appreciate you and the time you put into talking to me. It means a lot to me and you're the coolest anon I know.

Oh! And other games I play are pretty much anything 💀 I try to not get into competitive games like overwatch, Apex, or CSGO because I get EXTREMELY competitive and start screeching like a wounded animal. I used to play league religiously until my PC broke and my laptops can't run it (it can but it's like I'm either crashing or playing on PowerPoint) so I'm saving to get a new processor so I can play again! I mained ADC (jinx and Ashe, sometimes Tristana) or Annie on mid (LOL) BUT other than those, I prettyuch like anything. My fave games are Horizon Zero Dawn, Fable 2, Binding of Isaac, Assassin's Creed 2, and Minecraft! I play lots of survival games like ark, the forest, 7 days to die, and so on. I like simulation games Sims (obviously), house flipper, power wash simulator or even farming simulator 💀. You name a game, I've either played it or know about it.

They are my loves. They are my special boys and I care deeply for their fictional existence. As Texans, futuristic jerkwads, and in general.

No way will you ever bore me. If anything, I'll bore you

ANYWAY I will literally talk forever if given a chance 😬 thank you for talking to me! I'm always so excited to hear from you! I consider you a good friend at this point. How long has it been? Like 3 months? Maybe more???

[nyx-aira]

Anything For Her

Requested by anon

Summary: Wanda and Nat have a surprise for you.

A/N: I wrote this at 2am and queued it, haven't looked at it so I hope it's alright, I'm heading to bed now

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

PSA c/@ynscrazylife

They had been secretive the whole week and you couldn't figure out why. That wasn't until Saturday when you woke up to the smell of breakfast and saw a tray with food and a little note on it.

"Meet us downstairs when you're finished."

Exited as you were for your surprise you ate as fast as possible, rushing to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready. You almost tripped over your own feet as you ran downstairs to meet your girlfriends.

Looking at them they had the biggest grin on their faces. Wanda stepped forward and brushed a smear of Nutella from your nose, smiling as you scrunched it up in that cut way of yours.

She pressed a short kiss to your cheek as she grabbed your hand and led you outside where Nat was already getting the car ready. Getting a kiss from the other redhead as well they showed you into the car, not telling you where you were going.

The drive wasn't long and soon you arrived at your destination. Exited you stepped out of the car and looked at the building right in front of you. It was a bookstore, the biggest you had ever seen.

"Happy anniversary love."

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind as Nat put her head on your shoulder.

"Do you like it?" She asked innocently, knowing this was the best gift they could have made you.

"I love it." You said as you got out of her embrace and took both of their hands, dragging them inside. You were beaming, this was gonna be a great day.

Two hours later Nat and Wanda were carrying stacks of books as they followed you around, Wandas magic making it easier for the two redheads. They were looking at each other with a knowing grin, they knew this would happen but none of them were complaining.

Meanwhile you were sitting on a couch, surrounded by books as you decided which ones to choose, completely obvious to the world around you or that you had lost your girlfriends some time ago in the true crime section.

Wanda was the first one to notice you were gone. She tapped Nat on the shoulder and the other redhead immediately knew what was going on. She climbed up on one of the tables trying to get a better view but she couldn't see you.

All the while Wanda was asking an employee if they had seen you. In the end it was an elderly lady that pointed them in the right direction.

The sight that greeted them was adorable, you were sitting crisscrossed on the floor, stacks of books surrounding you as you were engrossed in a book that looked awfully like another true crime book.

"There you are, bookworm." Wanda teased, "we almost didn't see you under all these books."

You sheepishly looked up to them and close the book you were reading. Looking around you you noticed all the books you wanted to buy.

"I don't think that will fit into our car." Nat mused as she helped you collect the books on the floor.

You looked at Wanda with your best puppy dog eyes. It took you less than five seconds until she gave in.

"Fine", she stated with a smile, "I'll magic the books home."

You jumped into her arms and hugged her, pressing a shirt kiss to her lips before you did the same to Nat.

They just rolled their eyes at your antics and you started walking to the check out.

When you stepped out of the store you looked at your girlfriends, both smiling in your direction, bags of books floating around you.

They loved you and would do anything for you.

And you knew it.

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Taglist: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @ynscrazylife @procrastinatingsapphictrash @ineffablebean @cliint @wlwlovesreading @satxnsupreme @ycfwmalise14 @yelenabelovasgf

[writteninsunshine]

My Head On Your Chest Waiting To Cave In - Fizzarolli/RoboFizz/Asmodeus - NSFW

Title: My Head On Your Chest Waiting To Cave In

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Fizzarolli/RoboFizz/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, RoboFizz, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Male Character(s), Original Robot Character(s)

Genre: Erotic/Romance

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1750

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 16 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M/M/M/M/M, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, AU - Soulmates, Omorashi, Watersports, Golden Showers, Unsanitary, Piss Kink, Orgy, Robot Fucking, The RoboFizzes Are My OCs Now, I Have Breathed Life Into Them, Kink, Jealousy, Motorboating, Mommy Kink, Fizzarolli Calls Ozzie Mommy, This Fic Is So Self Indulgent I Need To Start Singing Shut Me Up

Disclaimer: I only own Ribbit (Green), Lilypad (Purple), Fifi (Red), and Ziggy (Yellow).

Summary: There really was nothing like a day off to make them feel like staying in bed all day.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Welp, here we have a super self-indulgent fic. I don’t think I’ve ever written something with watersports before, but I honestly have wanted to toy with it for a bit. I think I need to read more fics with it to write it well, but somehow this just snowballed out of control. I feel like I never have control over what happens in my fics because something like this always happens.

I was trying to get day 15 done on time but due to IRL junk that was out of my control, it’s gonna be up late. Managed to get days 16 and 7 done, though, as well as another fic that’s just a little short thing. If I get day 15 edited or not today, we will see. 

For the record, the Fizzbots have names and more-or-less personalities and such, now! There will be more info for them on Tumblr, but for now here is a small cheat sheet: Ribbit (Green, First Finalized RoboFizz Off The Line), Lilypad (Purple, Last Prototype Made Before Finalization), Fifi (Red, Second Prototype That Was Successful), and Ziggy (Yellow, First Successful Prototype). I might be posting some more stuff about/with them here soon. I know this isn’t their first debut but they are more thought out, now.

30 Days Of Fiizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

My Head On Your Chest Waiting To Cave In

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A low purring started in Fizzarolli’s chest, emanating from him like he was made to distribute it, and it earned a nuzzle to his thigh from Ribbit. The mechanical whirring the RoboFizzes used to mimic purring left all four of them, who were draped in various ropes of robotics between Ozzie’s thighs, chest, and stomach, surrounding Fizzarolli and trapping him there. The lucky robot, it seemed, had been Ziggy, who had become a pleasantly buzzing hat for Ozzie. The yellow-striped fuckbot licked at the space between Ozzie’s head feathers with a soft sound that wasn’t unlike a glitchier purr, and the six of them rested in their contentment.

The morning was young, the rising sun slowly filling the room with a brighter light than the pink neon in the room, but that didn’t mean that they were in any hurry to welcome the day. 

Olli, who had taken up the length of Ozzie’s belly from the base of his dick to his ribcage, closed his eyes, yawning again behind Lily’s hand, giggling a little as he looked at the purple-striped bot. Lilypad gave him a coy grin, wiggling his fingers in a playful wave as Ribbit snaked his way up beside him. The two shared in a showy, lazy, open-mouthed kiss that was as showy and ostentatious as they could manage, wet in a way that should have been impossible.

“It looks like you’re all comfortable…” Ozzie finally asked, his voice lofty and tinged with a pleasing rumble, “Feel good?”

He and Fizzarolli had taken an early leave from work, coming home before two am for the first time in a long time, and everyone was happier for it. The Fizzbots hadn’t had to wait all morning, Ozzie and Fizzarolli got to relax (and fuck) way ahead of schedule, and that meant that they were all doing better before five AM. 

“Yeaaaaaah~” Fizz replied as he stretched his back out, legs extending to lift his ass in the air as his fingers curled in his lover’s fur. A chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘thank you’s flooded the room as the robots cheered their joy, and all five sets of glowing eyes fell on Ozzie’s face when all he did was snort in amusement, watching them.

“Ozzie?” It was an odd moment for all five voices to coalesce into one gravelly, robotic mess, and Ozzie grinned at them with all three faces. He had to bat away the thought that he loved them, loved him with the knowledge that one couldn’t fall in love. It wasn’t that easy, it never was, it never would be, and he wouldn’t do it.

But, in these quiet moments when his heart fluttered and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it, he let himself luxuriate in it, wallow and pity himself for his stupid, idiotic, crazy mistake. After all, if it didn’t bother anyone else, then it wasn’t a problem. It would all be fine.

“I gotta piss, Babies, you gotta let me up.” This time, the cacophony of ‘no’s and ‘why’s filled the room, and Ozzie couldn’t help but chuckle, “You know I only do watersports in the shower. I piss way too much to do it in my own damn bed. Lemme up.”

Despite the protests, the lithe demon and his robotic copies slipped off of Asmodeus’ body as he sat up like liquid, and Ozzie stretched his arms above his head. Folding his elbows and placing his hands behind his head, he twisted one way, and then the other as he whined high in his nose. Pleased by the little crack he heard, the Beta leaned his head into one shoulder, and then the other, before arching his back. With the four robots each on their knees by the outside of his thighs, and Fizzarolli sizing up his lap in the center, Ozzie rose a brow at them when he’d finished.

“..What?”

All five Fizzarollis glanced between one another, and slowly each robot adopted a grin to match the original’s. Those heads all turned to gaze at Ozzie, who suddenly felt rather like an injured rooster in front of a pack of wolves. Glowing eyes looked sinister in this light, and he was half tempted to try bolting for the bathroom door. They weren’t about to let him go without a fight, he thought.

“...I’m getting up–”

“It’s dangerous to go alone,” Fifi and Ziggy giggled together, their right and left hands entwining with one another’s and the others reaching out to pet Ozzie’s thigh. Fifi, with his red motif, looked the most like a little lovebot, trying to turn his eyes shiny and beautiful as he pouted. Ziggy wiggled on his knees, shifting his hips and letting his cock vibrate in a way he knew was enticing.

“You should take us with you~” Lilypad and Ribbit added cheerfully, wrapping their arms around one another and Ozzie’s opposite thigh. Lily’s arm slithered around it until he could pat the elder demon’s knee from beneath it. The purple bot licked his lips and offered a grin to match Ribbit’s, who scooted a little closer and licked up Ozzie’s thigh towards his knee, nuzzling his face into the other’s fur.

“At least take me,” Fizzarolli purred, his hands moving to Ozzie’s ankles and wrapping around them twice each before he leaned forward. A scowl painted itself on Ozzie’s lips before he felt a few robot tongues lapping at his cock, which was something he was usually not opposed to. He didn’t want to deal with his bladder being overwhelmed because they couldn’t get enough of him. Huffing, he let his head fall back with a low growl that didn’t really mean anything.

“Are you trying to convince me to give you a golden shower?” All five of them nodded so hard that he heard one of Ziggy’s wires zap and short out, every last one of them jingled for him, and he sighed, “I’ll meet you in there, set Ziggy up with the rubber bits so he doesn’t get broken.”

The robots were gone between one blink and the next, and Ozzie was left with the toothy grin of the jester he’d fallen in love with. No, he hadn’t.

“I ought to lock all of you out of the bathroom,” Ozzie began, and Fizzarolli wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, lurching forward to press his face into the other’s chest. With his new koala wrapped around his torso, he rolled his eyes as Fizzarolli wriggled his face in the other’s chest fluff. The sounds coming from him amused the elder, at least, and he chuckled. Every single time, getting motorboated by Fizzarolli brought a smile to his lips and a laugh from them.

“Aww, c’mon, Ozzie, don’t be like that. You know we’re just out to have a good time, and who better to show us one than you?”

“You got me there.” Chuckling, Ozzie rose to his feet and started for the bathroom, absently adjusting his mane around his face in the long, wall-length mirror above the counter, “I guess you five get to share, then.”

“Or, or, or…” Olli grinned up at him, his whole face seeming to stretch and shrink at once as his grin took over. His fingers pointed up in an ‘L’ shape, before pointing outwards at Ozzie as he spoke, “We lock them out, and it’s more for me.”

That had the elder demon rolling his eyes and snickering, looking between the door and the counter where he’d deposited Fizzarolli seconds before. His silly little guy stood there upon it, grinning up at him as he kept looking at the door, expecting Ozzie to lock it. If he didn’t, then it would fall on him and his extensions.

“You want to leave them out? You know they’ll bitch about it later.”

“It’ll be so worth it, though.” Olli grinned, wiggling in place and jingling again, “I’ll let you wreck me after?”

“...Alright, but you get to deal with the harembots when they inevitably cry and make a fuss about it.”

“Deal!”

So much for his lazy morning. He probably wasn’t going to get to bed early like he’d thought he would, and it was all his fault for moving them when the group had been thoroughly ready to fall asleep on him. Naughty Ozzie.

“Cap off, Olli Baby. Don’t need to get it ruined.” 

Olli had never ripped it off and left it behind so fast before, taking wide strides to the shower and settling on the floor with his knees bent, elbows bracing himself behind him, and his hips angled up.

“Ready, Ozzie!” He chirped, and Ozzie couldn’t stop himself from falling victim to it. Flipping the lock after closing the door, he took his time sashaying to the shower, stroking his cock slow and thorough. Fizzarolli was left a breathless, starved little Alpha, barking, and yipping in an attempt to get him to close the distance faster.

“Alright, Baby, alright, Mommy’s here.” Closing the door behind him, he stood over the other, straddling his body high above him as Ozzie closed his eyes to focus himself. Another bark left his lover before he tipped his heads down to watch him as he began to flood him with urine. The loud moan that left Fizzarolli as his head tilted back and he felt the warm waves of liquid raining down on him with nothing but arousal and joy.

Ozzie loved how kinky Olli was, how he sought his pleasure so greedily and would try anything thrice. He could hear the distressed harembots on the other side of the door, and it didn’t even bother him right now. It glanced off his one track mind, only an afterthought as he was focused elsewhere. Watching Olli drowning in pleasure and piss at the same time had him stroking his cock again as he finally came to an end. Reaching over as he kept up the slow, steady rhythm he’d started, he turned on the rainfall shower above them and rolled his hips into his hand.

“Fuck me, Mommy~” Olli whimpered, his hips rolling up as his cock writhed against his belly and thighs, demanding to be touched.

“You want Mommy to fuck you, Baby?” Ozzie purred, his dick throbbing and bobbing for the other, “On the bench, hands and knees, let me see that pretty, slutty little ass of yours.”

“Yes, Mommy!” 

It didn’t take long for him to assume the position, absolutely ready to get wrecked, now.

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AN: Did this need to go in this direction? Probably not. Did it? Yes. Am I changing it? No. I actually loved writing this and getting to use the Robos that I have. I love them very much.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 16 - Lazy Day

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[wineaunt420]

I don't see alot of x readers for oilslick but I love him so Im gonna write one on tumblr.

oilslick x gender neutral reader

There was no telling how strange oilslicks life would become, it was absolutely all over the place. Just last week he was testing out a new freezing agent on what was supposed to be a prisoner but instead he ended up tripping and spilling on himself instead, good thing it was a faulty mixture.

Now he was trying desperately (and failing miserably) to impress you with a less than useful smoke bomb he has been constructing for quite a while now

"so...think it will work this time" the human was slouched on oilslicks desk, pulling a cigarette from out their pocket. Oilslick however was quick to nap it from your smaller in comparison hands.

"hey! what the hell slick!"

"(y/n) you know those are banned in my lab, especially around flammables!" the robot complained above.

"you didn't answer my question, slick" you rolled your eyes and smiled.

oilslick sighed in response "the ignition key seems to be working well, the liquid isn't leaking out like last time and it looks relatively stable so I should be right in believing that we have created a relatively stable smoke bomb" the chemist sounded cheerful at this fact, seemingly pleased with the work you two have put in.

"Cyclonus will be happy"

"he better be, these took forever" and on that note, slick put the smoke bomb in the testing room before holding out his hand for you to climb onto. You made yourself comfortable after climbing up to his shoulder and sitting there.

oilslick hoped that the bomb would set off and work this time, he had just about had enough of this thing not working and embarrassing himself over and over again infront of you, all he could do now was set it off and hope for the best while you lay judgement on his work from his shoulder.

the Smoke bomb key was ignited, throwing the bomb down into the testing room and closing the door quietly once he had stepped out the room. Spark of fire, good sign. smoke started to spew out the top, covering the floor and the surroundings of the room creating a sickening thick smog, Perfect!!

But things couldn't go all well for oilslick, just last second the ignition because too much end ended up exploding the smoke bomb, sending scraps of sharp metal shooting across the room at deadly force, sticking the shards into the wall. fuck...

there was silence for a second after the shock before you broke the silence.

"Holy shit Oilslick!! that was gnarly! you could kill an autobot in one blow with that thing!-" Excitement from this new discovery plastered your face, however the same couldn't be said for oilslick who's head was now looking down, groaning with stress.

How could he have fucked up again, he was sure he made it perfect this time, yet again another failure and a horrific embarrassment infront of you....

"hey...cmon slick don't be like that, I know that look and trust me your getting better at this smoke bomb stuff everyday" you piped up, patting his shoulder slightly.

He turned to you "ya think so?"

"I know so, and that bomb in there was cool didn't you see it explode? don't get so down in the dumps you big grouch cuz you've just made one killer of a bomb"

you smiled up at the bot and he smiled back. You must admit, meeting oilslick turned your life upside down but...almost in a good way, he's pretty cool to hang out with and a cute face too. Without oilslick you wouldn't have learned any if this crazy space stuff and thats pretty awesome so. whqt happened next neither of you could explain with rational thought to anyone, it just felt right.

Slick removed his Jar placing it too the side before both of you leaned in, kissing softly. Oilslick hummed in his voice box, pleased. your human lips on his felt interesting. he would have to look for into this kind of affection he had for you, for both research and self indulgent reasons. The kiss was long but both pulled away soon, smiling like teenagers after making out in a school janitors closet or something like that.

The kiss was nice, sweet and welcoming. the feel lingering on Oilslicks derma, the same went for you, you wanted desperately to lean in for another kiss but oilslick hadn't said anything yet and you didn't want to do anything else just in case.

"that was.....very nice (y/n)" Only now did oilslick realise why he felt the need to impress you so much, it was because he was undeniably falling for your charm, he wasn't sure about love

he hadn't loved anyone before, if he was being honest the word scared him but he didn't hate you, he didn't feel the need to tolerate you. He wanted you to be with him, he enjoyed your company, we wanted to hold you and kiss you more. He was excited for what the future has to bring with you, hopefully more kisses.

you chuckled softly after he broke the comfortable silence between you two.

"do you...do you want to kiss me again?"

"absolutely, I do"

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end

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thank you for reading! I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much!!

[moonlightchn]

~WHOLESOME WEDNESDAY~

Not to be a soft motherfucker but I've been wanting to do this again for a week now so I guessed I would try my best to fit as many of my thoughts here as I can without being annoying or tumblr fucking up plz bear with me heh but we know none of those are actually possible anyway so THERES THAT also this is fucking long wow ANYWAY

WARNING WORD VOMIT sjsjsjsj I dont even know what i wrote I'm sorry but I'm tagging yall anyway

Some of you I speak to on a daily basis, yknow? Like,, as admin. And its fucking insane because like- I don't know but like isn't it insane? sjajsjsj How fast some people come to grow in your heart and get under your skin and become so important for you. I think it's crazy. That in four months or so I've made more friends in here that in my whole life and I've learned so much about life and myself and I've gotten marked and some of you imprinted on my mind and heart forever. And like HELL I wasn't here when most big dramas happened but I was here for two very big ones and like??? idk it feels like all of us have been through shared crises and somehow grown closer sjajskwjs idk I'm weird and im sensitive today and I just feel like wow what would I be doing without all of you right now? probably studying. or scrolling Twitter in which I never spoke to anyone. or watching Instagram stories and getting sad over how all my ex class partners are still in contact and hang out and keep strong relationships while I just sit here. like, I know we all say this place sucks and we hate it and its toxic and don't get me wrong of course some people is fucking shitty and they take a toll on a lot of others but that like... it also happens in real life yknow?? but like in real life how many people do you think would actually idk sit with you through a panic attack or stay up with you till 8am or wake up in the middle of the night or rave with you or hype you up or have meme wars or send you daily jokes or just randomly tell you how much you mean to them or make posts asking where you are when you disappear or been gone for too long or make people that doesnt know you send you birthday wishes? like I'm not saying it doesnt happen but isnt it wonderful that it happens HERE with US where maybe out of 10 people only 2 know each other in real life? Isnt it wonderful that we're from all around the world? that you half of the time dont realize someone isnt from English speaking places because they're too good or even when they're not that good no one judges you because this is such an inclusive and wonderful place for people of all races and colors and sexualities and nationalities and body types and hair colors?

idk I'm just RAMBLING but like I wanted to let everyone know that even if we dont speak, even if we NEVER spoke, even if we're only on each others tag lists, or even if I was and you took me off or I took you off or if you deleted or if you have 817383 bots and you speak to me in all of them or only one or whatever PLEASE just know that I love you so much and I appreciate you and you're awesome and if you made some mistakes know that you CAN fix them you CAN learn and be better you CAN grow.

I believe that everyone is capable of learning and changing and everyone deserves a second chance as long as they genuinely show the intention of changing and bettering themselves. I believe that we're capable of forgiving and maintaining healthy relationships without hard feelings. I believe we all have goodness. I believe we all are small universes and we have stars in our eyes and supernovas in our brains and a million things to discover and I believe its funnier to be together than alone and I'm rambling again but like idk just yesterday I was sending someone a message telling them how maybe I'm fucking delusional and naive because who the fuck goes out on their daily saying "be skeptical. dont trust too much. always pay attention" but then after two days of talking with someone they're fucking platonically whipped and would sell their soul as long as they can see those around them happy? trick question I know many of you do too which WORRIES ME PLZ DONT PUT YOUR HEARTS ON THE LINE SO EASILY I drifted I forgot what I was saying oh welp

Anyway for some of you i have so much to say I could write endless paragraphs about you about admins and characters and life and wow I do speak a lot to admins sometimes I speak more to admins as admin that the characters and for some others I can only say a few things or wish you to have a good day some of you I only ever spoke to your character or we talked too little or never at all wow I say that a lot but like one thing yall have in common is that I love you so much even if you don't know me or dont care alright I dont care if you don't care I LOVE YOU and you can FIGHT ME if you dont wanna accept it smh I just want you to know that this place so many of you have been feeling is crumbling down or hurting them or isnt the same anymore is MY safe place too is a place where I feel comfortable and secure and I know, well decide to believe, that you guys would never do willingly anything to hurt another and yknow sometimes I just sit in bed and look at my account and I'm like wow I suck I should delete but then I'm like I could never do that to you I really couldn't because I've been told so many times I'm peoples safe place too and I would never want to take that away from you yknow

I mean I'm not gonna say we shouldn't pay attention to the bad things that happen because this is somehow our home and it's on us to protect it but I think that we shouldnt focus so much on it. because theres still so many good things that we overlook when we think of the bad or when we let things get to us or when we decide to act out of impulse and not think through stuff yknow

ANYWAAY what I'm trying to say is that I love you all so so so so so much and this is my safe place because you're here for me when I need it and I would never give you guys up for anything and like i have so many people for whom i stay daily and try my best and I hope that someday when you need a reason i can be that for you too because I've said this in private but I want everyone to know that this is my corner too and I will always fight for it and protect it so like we can all fight for it together whenever things get rough or you can leave me alone and maybe I'm being super dramatic and putting a lot of weight on this but I started overthinking like halfway and in just tthink that I want to keep yall close to me and my heart forever ok so stay safe and healthy and happy yeah fight for your happiness fight for what you deserve fight for what you want and don't let anyone ANYONE EVER take away from you your joy and your spark and your will to be yourself ok bye

[jebazzled]

it ain’t your muse! (shut up & write, ft. rihanna)

You nerds are always talking about your muse. My muse this, my muse that, I have no muse, my muse went the way of the dinosaurs, if my muse comes out of its burrow and sees its shadow I won’t be able to write for six weeks.

Shut up about your fucking muse!

It is true that you might go through periods where it is hard to find time and energy to write, or negative experiences in a writing community might leave you with anxiety surrounding writing. But by and large, writers block is something you can overcome! 

Please, for the love of god, let me help you. 

Writing is a muscle, and you’ve got to exercise it if you don’t want it to atrophy. 

This tutorial is a bit of tough love about y’all and y’all’s diddly-darn muses, and some advice for snapping yourself out of it!

So here’s the thing about writing, my loves. You have to actually do it. 

TERRIBLY inconvenient, I know.

I’m not here to tell you how to manage your work-life balance or how to manage your time. If you’re not writing much because you straight up don’t have time to write much, my advice is simple: pare down on your characters, focus on the plots that matter most to you, and spend some mental health juice on reminding yourself that there isn’t an RP Prom Queen, and even if there were, it’s better not to live or die by that bizarro crown. 

But if you’re having trouble writing because of Your Muse... I’m cracking my knuckles. 

We’ve all written with folks before - or been that folk before - who need a very specific set of circumstances if they’re going to write: they need time to Pinterest, need to listen to a specific playlist, need to get in the mindset, need the thread to scratch a very specific itch and need all of it to come together before the moon passes out of a waxing gibbous. As a fellow dev ho, I understand the appeal of writing to suit a mood, of vibing to a playlist, of prioritizing the stuff you’re going fucking feral for, of having the stars align while you do the thing. But if you’re like this when you’re writing for other people - 

well, you’re making things difficult for both you and your writing partners! We can’t control the external constraints on our time, e.g. work and school, and we can’t always control the nonsense our psychology spins to keep us from writing. But some things are within our control, and by god, if there is any control to be had in the year of Mother Sappho 2021, don’t you want it? 

At least some of your writers block is probably dumb as hell. So let’s beat the shit out of that part.

Anyway, if you’re yakking on and on about how your muse demands a bottle of red wine and a scented candle and fairy lights and soft socks and the blood of the servant, willfully given in order to spit out 200 words, or whatever... 

it’s not that fucking deep.

Writing is a muscle. It’s like any other muscle: you need to exercise it. 

If you’re training for a 5k, you don’t sit on your couch listening to “Eye of the Tiger” until race day. You get your ass off the cushion and pound the pavement. You probably start by alternating walks with short bursts of running. You probably don’t work your way up to actually running 5k at a time for a few weeks. And once you’ve run that first 5k, you don’t go sit on your couch to listen to “Eye of the Tiger” until the next race. You keep running to stay in shape for the next race.

Writing is like that. 

What you write does not have to be perfect. 

You can work on the post for six weeks and there will still be things you could change. You know what change your writing partner would have appreciated most? If you’d posted it for them three weeks ago. Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good. 

Cut yourself the same slack you cut for your writing partners. Do you yearn to keelhaul them if their reply isn’t worth a National Book Award? No, because you’re not an asshole. They’re also not an asshole. Everyone is reasonable here. Write something that responds to what they gave you and that gives them something to work with. Not every single post has to be capital-I Inspired. ✨

What you write does not have to be a vibe ready for the Goop newsletter. 

I was a creative writing major in college, and I was always having to turn stuff in for class that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to work on: a short story set in another country when I just wanted to write a play with puppets, an essay about food when I would rather write one about a weekend drive, etc. 

Sometimes, you write what you write when you write it not because it’s getting you hot and bothered but because you’ve owed a reply for A While and you feel bad about keeping someone waiting. It will still be fun, because you chose to do that thread with your character and someone else’s character for a reason, and that reason stands, even if your monkey brain is yearning to play with that slime that makes fart noises when you put it away. 

(Pro tip, here: don’t do threads you don’t actually have any interest in writing! It is less awkward to tell someone, “I am not interested in my character weed whacking your character’s lawn” than to waste their time with 10 posts of it before telling them, “I am not interested in my character weed whacking your character’s lawn.”) 

The more you write, the easier it is. 

Let’s talk about running again. A couple of years ago, I went on a bit of a kick with the running. I ran at least three times a week. I would bring my running shit with me to work so I could run in the park near my office. I would make running dates with friends. I would reward myself with a bagel from my favorite cafe if I did a run. And you know what? Once I got myself past the hurdle of pulling on my running clothes and lacing up my shoes, I enjoyed myself. When I ran 5k without slowing to a walk, I was proud of myself. When I told myself, “let’s do another loop at the park!” and stopped to take a photo of the sunset, I enjoyed myself. I would not have enjoyed myself if I hadn’t hit the goddamn pavement.

Put your ass in your fucking chair. I don’t care if you don’t have the right scented candle. Write 50 words. Right fucking now. I’ll wait.

Write another 50.

Now write another 100.

How long did that take you? Some days, it might take you 90 minutes to write 200 words. But that’s 200 more words than you would have written in 90 minutes of browsing Pinterest waiting for an angel to come down from heaven and write this post for you. 

All that bullshit you do to Feed Your Muse? It’s stalling, you idiot. 

The more you make yourself write instead of just thinking about writing, the easier it will be to actually fucking write. 

I used to sit and stare at posts for hours and hours and hours before submitting them, so worried about the post being good enough. When I moved to a neighborhood with an aboveground train line, I was able to write on my morning commute, and writing every morning - even if only the 200 words I could crank out on mobile in 30 minutes before work - got me out of my weird writers block crutches and security blankets. It didn’t take as much effort to write, anymore. I wrote over 200,000 words in 2019, and over 300,000 words in 2020, when I had barely any commute at all to use on writing. I didn’t magically have endless hours of free time. I just wasn’t wasting my free time pretending that being on Tumblr counted as writing. 

Tough love: doled out. And now:

TIPS & TRICKS FOR BEATING “””Writers Block”””

Stop acting like Writers Block is real. It’s not that it’s not real, but by telling yourself that you have Writers Block, you’re making it worse for yourself. You’re making excuses for yourself. I used Writers Block to stall writing my Topics in Creative Writing: Folktales portfolio for 3 months, and you know what happened? I still had to turn in the fucking portfolio, because the person I was writing for didn’t fucking care about my fucking Writers Block. And you know who had to sit her ass in a chair and write 30 pages of folktales in a 24 hour period? Me. It’s almost like my Writers Block was just PROCRASTINATION. 

Set a timer. If you’re looking at your list of replies owed and you’re feeling like it might be easier to “do character dev” and “build a playlist” than to write your posts, break the task into smaller pieces. If your server has a sprint bot, use it. If not, set your own timer.  Organize your list of threads with the ones you’ve owed replies on the longest at the top. Set your timer for 20 minutes and see how much you can write for the oldest post you owe. Not done? Set the timer for another 20 minutes. Keep setting that timer until that post is done and you can drop it in the tags channel. Now do the same for the second oldest.  CRANK! THEM! OUT! If you find that it’s depleting your creative energy, that’s not unusual! When I get to this point in my own posting habits, my oldest replies owed are usually for Albus Dumbledore, a character I write specifically because I hate him. It is often easier to knock out all his posts in one chunk rather than shift voice, so this ends up working out nicely. 

Don’t indulge your stupid stalling tactics. Do you typically get sidetracked by Pinterest? Put your phone away and close that tab. Do you get absorbed in lining up the perfect music for writing a post? Write in silence, asshole. Do you need to be in your favorite chair with the right lighting? Go sit on a park bench and write on mobile.  It’s nice to write in idealized environments. I rented a treehouse last summer to write 10k on a novel! I get it! But you absolutely can write in other environments, if you have to. And if you can get yourself to write on a dark skin on your iPad at an airport in the Midwest while waiting for a flight - well, shit, think of how much you’ll be able to write on a laptop when your diva ass demands are properly met!

Don’t take on shit you don’t want to write. I fully admit that these tactics feel a bit like homework/chores/a to-do list for what is of course a fun hobby. You know how they say “love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life?” If you don’t take on plots, characters, and threads that don’t have a lick of interest or excitement for you, this shit won’t feel like a hassle. 

Hope this whips all you little miscreants (myself included) into shape! Now quit your yapping and start writing. 

[hergan416]

First Line Meme, Second Edition

SO. Someone (maybe a bot? but their blog actually looked pretty normal) liked this really old post of mine where I did a "first line meme". You put the first line (or paragraph) of your last 15 stories and then see if you can find patterns. Anyway... I had found some interesting patterns in my writing last time I did it.. and I have written nine more stories since then... so I think I'm going to do it again, but change the number to 9.

I'm (obviously) not tagged by anyone this time, and I'm going to leave this open to anyone who wants to do it. If you think it will be helpful or sounds fun or literally anything, please steal this from me.

Patterns: First on the pattern I noticed last time... it seems that some of my works have stronger starts now. Especially Lex Talionis and Food Fight start short and sweet and to the point. I still use introspection to set up scenes more often than not though, and after reading through some of the older fics from the last meme (Seek and Ye Shall Find), I wonder if I could achieve a similar effect better if I simply removed the first paragraph and started on the second. I may have to attempt to try this method more often in editing. Second, I noticed that I write differently (a bit) depending on what character I'm trying to channel. I don't know if I always like it. For instance... the beginning of Sanji's Respite speaks with Sanji's voice but with my introspection. It's not thought through as much as I could have. And considering my methodologies for editing and posting fics ....I'm not honestly surprised.

The First Lines

Just like last time, all my pseuds are together. This includes my omorashi kink pseud, yugiomo. If you are over 18 and don't know what omorashi is, here's a definition from urban dictionary.

Unlike last time.. the first lines are not all safe for tumblr, so I'm going to add a read more.

If you click "read more" you are verifying you are over 18 and that you have read this warning that there is explicit omorashi content below the cut.

And without further ado--

9. Gone Wrong (Fandom: Yugioh, Relationship Tags: blindshipping/puzzleshipping Yugi/Atem, Rating: E(xplicit), Pseud: yugiomo) Yugi wasn’t used to this. The Pharaoh’s slave and Chamber Pot, he was used to a lot: namely taking piss in his ass and holding it for a given period of time, often while the Pharaoh attempted to get him to fail. Licking up the spilled piss when he did. Sometimes being used by the Pharaoh as a sex toy when the Pharaoh was particularly lonely at night. These were all things Yugi was used to.

8. Neoptera (Fandom: Yugioh, Relationship Tags: revengeshipping Alister/Kaiba, Rating: E(xplicit), Pseud: hergan416) Five years had passed since Alister had last seen Dartz, the seal of Orichalcos, or any other hint that DOMA had even happened. Five, blissful years. He was still haunted by the omnipresent force of Kaiba Corporation, and Seto Kaiba’s stupid stupid face being plastered everywhere for each new tournament, mistake, and project that he announced. But Alister’s life had drastically improved.

7. Lex Talionis (Fandom: One Piece, Relationship Tags: katamar Katakrui/Marco, Rating: E(xplicit), Pseud: hergan416) “Sphinx Island,” Blackbeard stated, as he passed the eternal pose to the sniper. “He might not be alone,” he warned, snickering loudly, as though laughing at a crude joke.

6. First Day at the River City Journal (Fandom: Magical Kitties Save the Day RPG, Relationship Tags n/a, Rating: T(een), Pseud: Victoria Treasure) Hi! My name is Victoria and that's my human Bailey. Bailey calls me "Treasure," but that's because humans can't be trusted to keep a True Name secret. You will though, right?

5. Sanji's Respite (Fandom: One Piece, Relationship Tags: Sanji & Trafalgar Law, Rating: T(een), Pseud: hergan416) Shortly after the coup de burst away from the massive hailstorm that the amazing Nami-swan had avoided, the crew managed to go back to normal. Of course, Usopp, Chopper, and Nami-swan were all concerned about their ability to fight Kaido, but Sanji knew nothing would change their stubborn captain’s mind. For instance, despite everything that had just occurred, Luffy was already passed out on the figurehead of the boat, rubber arms wrapped around the lion’s face like nothing was wrong.

4. Law's Introspection (Fandom: One Piece, Relationship Tags: Sanji & Trafalgar Law, Rating: T(een), Pseud: hergan416) Even as he moved from bumming one cigarette a week, to one every four or five days, to two a week, Law couldn’t bring himself to purchase his own cigarettes. He could pass a few berri each time to Sanji, helping cut the cost of his ever increasing usage, but planning out the purchase would be like admitting defeat. Cora-san had never wanted Law to be a smoker, but here he was chasing Cora’s memory in the tendrils of smoke anyway.

3. Food Fight (Fandom: Yugioh, Relationship Tags: Prideshipping Atem/Seto Kaiba, Rating G(eneral), Pseud: hergan416) “Pass me the flour,” Kaiba asked Yugi, gesturing at the cake flour on the counter behind the shorter man.

2. Doctor's Orders (Fandom: One Piece, Relationship Tags: Trafalgar Law x Reader, Rating E(xplicit) Pseud: yugiomo) It was after hours. The clinic had opened easily to his keycard, as promised, and he dragged you inside by the hand, guiding you through the staff hallways lit only by emergency lighting. Your eyes barely glanced at the tattoos covering the back of his hand in favor of following closely behind him, ensuring you would not be left behind. Excitement bubbles in your chest, the transgressive feeling you’ve come to associate with trespassing enough to distract you from the heaviness of your bladder, and you follow confidently behind him without squirming.

1. Remuneration (Fandom: Yugioh, Relationship Tags: Prideshipping Atem &/ Seto Kaiba, Rating T(een), Pseud: hergan416) Exodia’s forceful devastation knocked Kaiba out quickly. Despite the poetic justice, Kaiba did not think about how his obsession and vengeance had created the conditions in which he was now losing consciousness. The punch’s inertia pushed past his physical body, shattering even his mind.

[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter five

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Ehm... 13 years < , I mean, is not that hard, but just to be sure.

I´ll be posting this one over here because Tumblr, for some reason, thinks my secondary blog is a bot...

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

Now, about the PAIRING... I will be using choices style, kinda, because I want to give you choice at some point. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors

CHAPTERS 

The beginning

Chapter one 

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

ONE-SHOTS 

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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“No.”

“What?”

“I'm not doing it.” Poppy laughed, trying to hide her anger towards them.

“Farmsville, come on…”

“I said no.”

The strawberry blonde closed her fist so hard she could almost feel the earpiece cracking.

“Honestly… This seems a little extreme. And I will never support any kind of hurtful pantomime.” Those icy eyes pierced right through her, a strength and courage radiating from them so powerful that Poppy would´ve been turned on if she wasn’t very pissed.

“Am I missing something? I thought you hated Chloe as much as we do.” Oh, right. There was Bradley. She almost forgot about him.

“As we do?” The irony in Beck’s voice was so palpable that she could see it slapping Bradley right in the face. “Has Chloe ever done anything to you that I´m not aware of, Hollywood?” Beck smiled tired, as to making fun of themselves. “Zoey was right; I shouldn't have come… ���The simply mention of that girl´s name set on fire her blood to an unexpected level.

“That bitch…”

As Beck tried to walk away, Poppy intervened, full of rage.

“I didn’t think of you as one of those who´s afraid to actually do something!

And that´s where Beck stopped, as if something made click inside them. They turned around and for the first time in her life, someone’s look made her feel naked, completely exposed. The more Beck analyzed her, looking for something they only knew, the more vulnerable she felt. That moment lasted just a couple of seconds, no-one around them notice it but both of them.

“You’re right.” They finally said, reaching out for the earpiece which Poppy gave them doubting, giving out the other one to Bradley. For some strange reason she didn’t want them to participate anymore, but now they were necessary, it was too late. The operation had already begun, so she didn’t have other choice but linked her arm with theirs, walking into the dance floor.

“I´m counting on you tonight, Farmsville. Don’t disappoint me.” Once on the dancefloor, Poppy gave Beck a light shove and took a deep breath, trying desperately to erase any residue of the feeling they made her have. “You take the left side of the club. I´ll take the right. And remember, don’t let Chloe out of your sight.”  That was the last thing she told them before parting ways.

~~X~~

The thing is…

She hasn’t seen Chloe in all the fucking night.

What were the odds? Surely the stupid blonde should be in Beck's side, the very thought of it tasting bittersweet… deep down, she knew the real reason to involved Beck.

They were a good person.

The heaviness in her chest was there since the moment she found out Chloe was taking the hook. At first she was thrilled, smash enemies, that was her favorite thing, having plans, blackmailing, humiliating… that was kinda her thing, and she loved it at some point… but Chloe…

Gosh, she hated her. But the memories of them playing, laughing, crying, growing together… a big part of her really wanted to make her pay for her betrayal.

But the other one, the little, small other one… the other one begged to have her best friend back.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t stop Beck when she saw them warning Chloe, telling her she should not trust any word coming out Bradley’s mouth. Maybe that’s why that previous moment with Beck was so intimate yet personal… Yes, definitely they were more observant than she gave them credit for.

After making sure Chloe was far away and all the attention was on Bradley, Poppy walked towards Beck, her bitch mask on as always. She would rather be caught dead before admitting she needed their help to protect her from herself.

“It’s go time. Let’s make this bitch bleed.”

Her words claimed, but her actions were something else. Feeling stupid, like a child, Poppy wrapped Beck's arms around her, searching for comfort, but giving them her back. She could feel their chest behind her, their heat warming her body and their breath close to her hair. Without realizing, her fingers caressed their forearms tenderly, her eyes never looked away from the stage, where Chloe was dazzle by Bradley.

This was it. Her plan was marching flawlessly, even though the first words spoken by Bradley were… well, definitely he did not know how to improvise.

“You’re up, Farmsville. Feed him his first line.” Poppy felt Beck taking a deep breath and hugged her tightly but gentle. Their mouth hided behind her ear, and suddenly, she forgot about the purpose of all the things she was doing.

Because for one moment, Poppy felt as a regular girl, hearing sweet nothings from her significant other.

“She’s got an amazing sense of style… Seriously, she dresses like a runway model. Whatever she walks into a room, everyone turns their head.”

Her heart was beating fast, a strange warm in her chest was growing, and their lips moving closer made her snuggle even more against them, being reciprocate immediately by Beck, holding her still.

“Whenever I’m around this girl, I feel like the king of the world. Not only is she so hot, she’s also compassionate… She shines this amazing light on everyone and everything around her. People who are lucky enough to be her friend can always count on her support.”

Poppy felt the playfully smile on Beck’s mouth, that idiot, even in times like this still managed to crack some joke around.

“You’re a moron.” She whispered.

“Think you could do it better? Be my guest.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“This might sound like a stupid question, but… do you know who I'm talking about, Chloe?”

And, as simple and quick as that, it all went down to reality. Beck broke the hug apart, walking away to the bar so quickly it actually made Poppy shivering from the sudden cold, feeling unprotected, like something was missing… someone was missing.

“Of course I do” she heard Chloe said. A weird mix between excitement and fear taking over her, while looking perfectly neutral from outside. “It’s Poppy, isn’t it? You’re talking about Poppy Min-Sinclair.”

Poppy's honey eyes went straight to Beck, who was pretending to do a toast, alone, in her behalf. She didn’t even pay attention to what was on stage. Beck admitted to her having sabotage her revenge.

And she couldn’t be more relieved about it.

She also reached for the bar, standing up next to them, neither of them looking at each other.

“Poppy, you have to understa…”

“I can’t say I'm not disappointed, but at least we got Chloe to look a little stupid up there.” Poppy interrupted them. Beck looked surprised for a second, nailing their gaze into their drink after that. “… By the way, the lines you fed Bradley were pure, vicious gold.”

“I got inspired, that’s all.” They murmured, almost ashamed.

Poppy didn’t had time to respond, because The T notification buzzed in her phone: Beck was now top nine, and, of course, herself was back on top one.

“Oh, it worked all right. I’m right back on top, where I belong.”

She couldn’t help but smile to them, a real, happy smile. She got her crown back, and the damages weren’t so bad after all. And it was thanks to Beck, they were a completely live saver. No wonder why Zoey was so eager to protect them…

Speaking of her… if she was as serious as she claims to be towards Beck, and since The T spies were already here… maybe it was time to make a really good move to prove her who's better. And she knew exactly how.

“You did your part. Now, let’s dance.”

Decided, Poppy grabbed their hand, trying to lead them out on the dance floor, but she didn’t get much. Beck was rock still, looking uncomfortable… Like with all of those girls.

“No, I… I don’t dance, Pops.” Are they really rejecting her? To her? No, she was not another stupid whatever girl, she was, again, the Queen. Nobody says no to her.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you do!” she said. “I’ve seen you dancing around with Wade. Don’t you try to deny it.”

“That’s different.” They defended themselves, making Poppy raise an eyebrow, challenged, before changing it to a flirty grin.

“Well… maybe I want to be different to you, too.” There it was, that precious lamb’s look she wanted so badly to see. “Just this one, tushi-face…”

Beck started walking almost right away. There it was, their soft spot for her Beck didn’t wanted to acknowledge, but it was already within them.

Not letting go their hand for a second, Poppy and Beck reached the dance floor right away to start to move to the beat in time, Beck trying… really trying to do the same.

Seriously, this dude was bad at this.

Was Zoey the answer?

No, they’re nervous, she could feel the tension in all their body. But why?

“What are you so nervous about?” She asked, feeling a little insulted.

“Paranoia.” They said.

“To what?” Beck only managed to shrug, something in their eyes was off, remembering something from… the past? Beck was afraid? Hell, what did Farmsville do to them? Poppy threw up her arms around their neck, leaning closer, trying to make him forget. “Don’t repeat this to anyone, Tushi-face, but… I needed you tonight.”

“Sounds to me like… You want me, too.” They joked, Poppy could feel the tension disappearing, nothing really to do with the conversation, but with the small petting she was doing to the hair close to Beck’s nape. “Be honest. Was this whole plan an elaborate ruse to get me on the dance floor?” Poppy smirked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, this was all about sabotaging Chloe.” She said, laughing. “Of having wanted it from the start I’d already have you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I want you now, and I’m having you.” Beck expression was a poem, the surprise written all over them for a moment, processing the information.

“What are you saying, Poppy?”

“I’m a woman used to get only the best, Hughes. And once I put my eyes onto something… or someone I want, I’ll do anything to make them mine…” The sexual tension was in the air so thick it made everyone around just disappear, the sparks between they both, the way they looked at each other… full of hunger, of need… She wanted Beck, and they wanted Poppy just the same. She could feel it so clear in the way they were touching her back, delicate, yet strong, longing, like begging to the devil to stop, but not wanting to. Please, just end my misery… those eyes claimed, but their body, moving along with hers was screaming to continue, and Poppy got drunk on it, needing more… a lot more.

“Baby, you got lucky cause you're rocking with the best… And I'm greedy… so greedy” She sang whispering, stroking her nose against theirs, playfully, softly, their lips oh so close to hers she could somehow feel them tremble, the sensations intoxicating them both so badly. “I ain't talking money, I'm just physically obsessed… And I'm greedy…”

“Poppy…” They moaned and the strawberry girl couldn’t take it anymore, desperately claiming Beck’s lips with her own.

Her heart exploded.

Beck’s mouth was warm, soft, addictive. As the kiss continued, the need became more and more insufferable, she wanted all and everything. She wanted to feel these heady fireworks on each part of her skin, that tongue taking care of the flames in her body, their hot lips heating her as fire, their breath became poison and the cure at the same time, she stuck her body even closer, trying to feel theirs desperately… Never, anyone, had made her feel so much with just a kiss…

A kiss that suddenly went to a rude ending.

Beck broke apart the touch so promptly that it actually hurt inside her.

“No, I… I just can’t. I gotta go.” Beck was trembling, that was the last thing she managed to understand before being completely alone.

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Creator Reveals 2019

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works.

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2019, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

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Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

Ride With the Moon in the Dead of Night by iam93percentstardust for Wikketkrikket (MCU AU, 11,464 Words)

The wards protecting the Upper New York pack are failing. When the pack alpha, Nick Fury, calls for aid, only one person answers: the vampire Howard Stark, promising the aid of his son. In return, he asks that his son be accepted into the pack. Fury promises that his strongest alpha will be given to Stark's son in marriage. Neither Steve nor Tony are initially pleased about this turn of events but they find themselves quickly falling in love. But not everyone is happy to allow a vampire into the pack and there is a traitor lurking in their midst.

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You've Always Been My Home by Shamen610 for softestlesbian (MCU, 4,370 words)

And that was just so like Tony wasn't it? For him to still be the one to help Steve find a home, despite being gone.

Gone.

God, he couldn't even stomach the thought of it being true.

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Clementine by Wikketkrikket for nasa (1872, 8,297 words)

From the prompt: 'The people of Timely have started getting suspicious about how much time their Sheriff is spending at their Blacksmith's house'

Ever since he was injured and his arm badly damaged in the incident with Fisk, Steve has been staying with Tony. He helps Tony stay off the drink and keep his ribbon, and Tony helps him tie his shoelaces. They're in love, but they aren't breaking any laws. Steve is very careful about that.

Except people are starting to talk anyway, and when a new Deputy arrives in town with suspicion in his eyes things get riskier than ever.

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i'd like it if you stayed (and i like you) by KingOfBiohazards for Lunatical (MCU AU, 2,958 words)

Steve gets a knight assigned to be his bodyguard. He's not happy about it (at first).

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the start of something brilliant by S_Hylor for fictionforlife (Noir, 4,382 words)

After so many years of adventuring, and then assisting in the war effort, Tony Stark didn’t think there was much left that he hadn’t seen already. That is, until on a reconnaissance mission with James Rhodes, he comes across an injured American soldier, left behind on a battlefield.

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the lion and his wolf by nasa for iam93percentstardust (MCU AU, 2,241 words)

Steve didn't have much when he came to King's Landing - his mother, his best friend, and a few copper coins to his name - but slowly, over the years, it's all been stripped away. Now, he has only one thing left: Tony Stark, heir to the North and lover to Steve.

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Handheld by talesofsuspense for SilverInStars (MCU, 4,072 words)

When Steve starts stopping for lunch at Shawarma Palace he isn't expecting Tony to show up and to keep showing up. And he definitely isn't expecting a guide to the 21st century.

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Another Chance at Another Life by heroineaddict for 13bella (MCU, 6,867 words)

Steve returns the Infinity Stones to their rightful place, and then makes a detour to fix one of his biggest regrets.

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Won't You Be My Neighbor [Art] by Cachette for sadieb798 (AU, art)

A peaceful evening!

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If I’m Ruining You Right Now, Please Forgive Me by Mizzy for Jaylee (616, 17k Words)

Tony’s definitely up to something, Steve’s sure about that. But when he follows Tony down into the unused leg of their new unconventional home, Steve isn’t expecting to discover the lengths Tony will go to try to make him happy. 

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Beautiful by LegendsofSnark for thegreytigress (MCU, 1k words)

Tony loves Steve, no matter what 

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Of You, Me, and Us by ShippersList for starkboi (MCU, 1.1k words)

They are just photos. Snaps of his life, something he started taking after the Battle of New York. Nothing fancy, nothing staged, just… quick slices of life he wanted to document, to remember things by, to help getting some flavor to the sharp memories embedded in his mind.

Some are blurry, some are ruined by time (or, more often, coffee stains), some are just of the same subject; from the time when he wanted to document the way the vines grow on that one, particular corner of the park.

Others might say most of them are worthless, but they aren’t. Not to Steve.

And some pictures mean more than the rest. Especially to Steve.

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Worth the Wait  by FreyaS for Royal_Chandler (MCU, 13k words)

When Steve woke up in the future, he met his soulmate and learned he’d lost everything else.

Tony was familiar with loss but he never expected to gain a soulmate in Steve Rogers, the man his family had spent generations searching for.

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Be Still My Little Heart by Lunatical for BeenAsleepFor70Years (AU, 4.1k words)

A beautiful boy was asleep in the flower, his hair the color of gold and his skin as pure as the lily from which he’d been born. And when he opened his eyes, they were as clear as the sky, and twice as beautiful. And he could not have been bigger than a thumb, from the tips of his golden hair to the bottom of his perfect feet, and Sarah loved him more than anything else in the world. 

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srogers@avengers.com by FestiveFerret for Lacrimula_Falsa (MCU, 7.3k words)

Between digital watches, ATMs, emails, and microwaves, Steve is exhausted by the future. Tony is only trying to help, and Steve appreciates it, but sometimes, he just needs a break from all the tech in the tower. 

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Tony Stark’s Guide to Getting A Date (And Steve Roger’s Guide to Getting Through a Thick Skull) by a_salty_alto for morcabre (AA, 1.3k words)

In which Steve turns out to be a bit smoother than expected. 

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Everybody Loves Steve (But Tony Loved Him First, Dammit) by ashes0909 for HogwartstoAlexandria (MCU AU, 4.4k words)

“So, what? I’m just supposed to get used to you being a bit taller, a bit bulkier, and that guy I met freshman year, what? He’s gone forever now?” 

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Superfamily [Art] by Hayluhalo for Squishy_TRex (MCU AU, art)

Prompt fill for “adopting kids” for the Stony Loves Steve 2019 event! 

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Heart’s Second Chance [Art] by fictionforlife for BuckytheDucky (MCU AU, art)

Based on one of BuckytheDucky’s prompts:

Steve is the rightful heir to a decent-sized kingdom, neighbouring the Stark realm. When talks arise of the kingdoms going to war, Steve’s mother tells him he must marry Prince Tony in order to prevent the war from coming to fruition; both grudgingly agree, and it’s definitely not love at first sight, fighting behind closed doors all the time even tho they pretend they’re deliriously in love in front of others. Then tragedy strikes, and Steve has to decide whether to help Tony get revenge for his kingdom against Obadiah Stane, the Starks’ most trusted advisor, or convince Tony that he’s no longer allowed to get involved in his old kingdom’s affairs. Through it all, he starts learning more about who Tony really is and maybe even falling in love.

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Three Challenges by Neverever for Katie_Kat (MCU AU, 6,6k words)

King Steve is offered a marriage alliance with the mysterious Prince Tony which will help his small country greatly. Except that there is a twist. There always is. 

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Be My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine by Nixie_DeAngel for Neverever (MCU AU, 1,8k words)

Letting out an overly tired, but still fond, sigh, Steve closes his charms tome and caps his inkwell before pushing it back towards the center of the table and places his quill next to it. “Okay, Tony, you have exactly twenty minutes before I really do need to get back to studying. Why do you need me to be your pretend boyfriend?”

Or, even as wizards Tony and Steve still can only find there way to each other through the muggle trope of fake dating while fighting their real feelings.

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a date with disaster (or, the time steve essentially whored himself out on national tv to pay his rent) by quellthefire for Serinah (MCU AU, 3,6k words)

Steve’s been having a hard time finding freelance work, so Bucky signs him up for a reality dating show to earn some extra cash. Little does Steve know that this is going to be the worst date he could possibly imagine, on purpose. 

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To have and to hold by daisybelle for LegendsofSnark (MCU, 1.4k words)

Written for the prompt: Parents!Stony: Steve has somehow gotten sick and Tony is freaking out because Steve always takes care of him and Peter. Cue Peter and Tony frantically trying to do everything in their power to get Steve better. And Steve smiling at his little family. 

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You’re Always Worth It by Nixie_DeAngel for Hayluhalo (EMH, 1.6k words)

Tony sees it in the way Steve’s shoulders grow tenser, the way his answers become shorter and snappier. Sees it in the way his eyes grow colder and harder. He sees it in the extra hours put in to training and working out, the way Steve goes through combat bots and reinforced punching bags.

Or, Tony takes Steve on a mini vacation and helps his partner unwind.

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when you’re gone by talktothesky for ishipallthings (MCU, 25.6k words)

Steve’s had to get used to many things in the 21st century but falling in love with Tony Stark might be the weirdest one yet.

Especially because the man’s dead.

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The shadow of men by Bill_Longbow for silversoul_snow (MCU AU, 6.8k words)

When Steve sinks his teeth into bringing Tony Stark to justice he shouldn’t be surprised the mob boss takes a mutual interest. He ìs suprised the mobster does this by kidnapping him, but the most confusing thing is that Steve doesn’t really mind…

In a world where soulmates are only rumours and myths, what chance do a cop and a crook have together?

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time doesn’t love you anymore (like i love you) by armoredsoftie for jayjayverse (MCU, 3.1k words)

Steve returned the Stones to their respective places, and it’s time to go back home. But after an accident with the time traveling bracelet, he’s stuck in 1993, where he tries to find the help of a young Tony Stark. After a few drinks in the most popular gay bar in town, things might take a different direction. 

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Breakfast [Art] by SpanglesandSass (Fidella) for SirSapling (Ultimates, Art)

For the prompt:

1. Stressed out Steve gets pampered

If anyone needed a lazy day and breakfast in bed, it’s probably Steve.

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On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan for Missy_dee811 (Marvel 616, 5.7k words)

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts’ of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony. 

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For A Good Time Call by BeenAsleepFor70Years for mariana_oconnor (Avengers Assemble, 8.7k words)

Steve explores his sexuality by trying out a phone sex service. He may just leave the situation crushing on the guy at the other end of the phone. He already had feelings for his teammate Iron Man, now a new crush gets thrown into the mix. What ever shall he do? 

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And I Owe It All To You by starkboi for muchmoremajestic (MCU AU, 2.8k words)

Steve volunteers to participate in a dance marathon for charity. He’s got a final project looming over his head and needs a break from reality, it’s there that he gets playfully competitive with a certain snarky brown haired boy from MIT. 

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The Ring of Fire or The One Where Steve is Young and Confused by Serinah for One and Five Nines (Obani) (MCU AU, 15.9k words)

What you read on the tin. Steve is 19 and has only had one girlfriend. He doesn’t like men, never has, so why the hell does Professor Stark make him feel this way?

A story with a ridiculous amount of anger, internalized homophobia, sexual exploration, self-discovery and pining. In short: it’s about how student Steve tries, fails and then tries again to understand what going on with him while dealing with his crush on a professor.

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An Old Friend by Katie_Kat for Evanna_Adams (MCU, 1.2k words)

Steve is packing up and getting ready to move from the Tower to the new compound when Peter finds something interesting hiding in the closet.

For the Stony Loves Steve 2019 Fic Exchange.

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certain as the sun by ohmyloki for ShippersList (MCU, 3.8k words)

Steve doesn’t know how to dance. Tony says he doesn’t dance. Natasha wonders what’s the point of living in a mansion if no one is ever going to use the ballroom? 

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Don’t Ask by dirigibleplumbing for SpellWolf (Avengers Academy, 3.6k words)

Steve has a secret.

Steve also plays a lot of truth or dare.

Tony notices that Steve always picks “dare,” and starts daring him to pick “truth” instead.

What will Tony think if he finds out what Steve’s hiding? 

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Silicone Rings by kenshincha for picturecat (The Avengers - All Media Types, 1.1k words)

Steve contemplates their long engagement. 

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Almost Perfect [Art] by One and Five Nines (Obani) for farawatt (MCU, Art)

A powerful enemy invades from an alternate reality, but the only thing he really seems interested in is Steve Rogers

EXTREMELY DISTURBING CONTENT, MIND THE TAGS 

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In Your Shadow by magicasen for talesofsuspense (Marvel 616, 2.9k words)

Tony thinks the mansion might be haunted. Steve’s not so sure about that.

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A Beautiful Thing by thegraytigress for FestiveFerret (MCU, 62.5k words)

Steve charges into a crashed alien ship to save survivors, and he comes out with a newfound power: telepathy. The fact that he can read minds isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though. It’s pretty amusing to the team, really annoying to Steve, and generally not as cool as it sounds. It especially sucks that it’s driven a wedge between him and Tony, not that Steve can figure out why. Still, all in all, it’s something he can try to live with.

Until he can’t.

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Stuck by Neverever for PjCole (MCU AU, 2.9k words)

Hairstylist Tony Stark itches to cut Steve’s messy hair. But Steve has other issues on his mind.

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Loving You 3000 by athletiger for armoredsoftie (MCU AU, 1.5k words)

He stared. On his chest, above his palpitating heart, was the number 3000. Steve’s fingers lifted, unbidden, and he brushed over the numbers, which only stared back at him.

His chest constricted, then swelled.

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Previously Thought to be Impossible by Impala_Chick for navaan (MCU, 2.8k words)

In 1970, SHIELD HQ was working on a powerful aphrodisiac prototype. Tony Stark from 2023 happens to cut open the wrong box at the wrong time, and Steve Rogers from 2023 doesn’t know how to feel about it.

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A Coincidence called Fate. by SilverinStars for kenshincha (MCU AU, 2.7k words)

The first time Potts met Stevens, the man had come limping into the infirmary. His face was pale, but he held himself upright.

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Moments in Time by Squishy_TRex for talktothesky (MCU, 3k words)

A shared life, over the years.

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Does the sun shine (during lock down)? by HogwartstoAlexandria for Nixie_DeAngel (MCU, 9.6k words)

The last thing Tony expects when he wakes up that day is the very thing he finds in Pepper’s office, or rather, the very person.

Old flames do they ever really die down? Maybe not, but does Tony have the luxury to find out when he has to think about Peter’s well-being first and foremost?

Or when Pepper is worried, makes a decision, and Tony’s life spins on its axis, once again.

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[art fill] on read by Priestly for KingOfBiohazards (MCU, Art)

Texting Tony Stark is sometimes easier than talking to him face to face. Mini-comic!

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good old-fashioned lover boy by nanasekei for Cachette (MCU, 7k words) 

Tony is thrilled about his new relationship with Steve. He’s on cloud nine, in fact. It’s so amazing he can believe it’s real. He just wishes they could… Uh. Touch a little. Just a little

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Here’s Looking at You by mariana_oconnor for SpanglesandSass (MCU, 12.6k words)

Captain America’s disapproving stare watched over most of Tony’s childhood. It only makes sense that when Steve Rogers walks into Tony’s life, that he return the favour and stare right back. But what he sees when Steve doesn’t know he’s watching doesn’t match up with what he thinks he knows, and he comes to realise that maybe the man under the cowl isn’t quite as untouchable as he thought.

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Write and Draw by SpellWolf for Shamen610 (MCU, 2.7k words)

games night and plotting ends with two idiots finally getting together

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Loose Ends by muchmoremajestic for riodesal (MCU, 8.9k words)

Steve Rogers was found in late 2007 after being on ice for over sixty years. In trying to find closure with his past, a few months later he comes across Tony - at the moment a charismatic billionaire responsible for the world’s most lucrative weapons manufacturing company while the country is at war fighting terrorist cells in Afghanistan. When Steve reaches out to Tony to get closure on his friendship with Tony’s father Howard, how will Tony react? Can Steve find the closure that he’s looking for?

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running into the sun by kiden for ohmyloki (MCU, 8.2k words) 

There are other people Steve could ask. Sam or Nat. Even Clint would make more sense. It’s not that they aren’t friends - they are, they’re good friends, hard won, fought for, worked on - it’s just weird. They can live together and fight together, but Tony’s not so sure a few weeks with just the two of them in a car is a good idea. It’s definitely not a smart idea. “Can you repeat that, please?” or: tony and steve go on a nice, soft road trip that brings them closer together.

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Vienna Waits For You by Evanna_Adams for quellthefire (MCU, 13.4k words) 

Steve Rogers was desperate. Not in the general sense of the word but the deadline for his college art project seemed to be looming and damnit, he should have been done already. But it had taken a bit of Barton and Wilson madness to leave his final project in pieces. Natasha, Bucky and the guilt-ridden duo had tried to help him, but the project was lost to him. They had even tried to offer their own college acquired expertise to help. Of course, he had to refuse.

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posing up a storm by picturecat for Mizzy (MCU, 5.2k words) 

“I have an idea. Can we just pretend the day ended with that really badass Superfriends pose we did?”

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Letters To My Lover by Missy_dee811 for XtaticPearl (MCU, 3.5 words)

*Avengers: Endgame spoilers* On the day of the funeral, Steve hears a phone ringing that shouldn’t be. No one had that number. No one except Tony.

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Taking a chance by DepressingGreenie for Bill Longbow (MCU, 746 words/art) 

Steve likes the Science Professor who lives across the hall.

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Yes to heaven by jayjayverse for magicasen (616, 1.1k words/art) 

All started with a clear change of smell, it was subtle, slow in a way that if Janet had not told him he would not have noticed, but after that he just could not help noticing every little sign.

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Eleven Years by One and Five Nines (Obani) for Impala Chick (MCU, 2.2k words) 

*ENDGAME SPOILERS* After the final battle, Steve comes around to Tony’s house. He’s not sure how things stand with Tony, but at least Morgan likes him.

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Frostbite by FestiveFerret for DepressingGreenie (MCU, 5.4k words) 

They’ve found where Steve is being kept - he has to be in this building - but JARVIS can’t find a heat signature, and Tony knows what that means.

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[art fill] second chances by Priestly for kiden (MCU, art) 

“Regret is corrosive. And I hate it.” 

“Me too.” 

Together, Steve and Tony can save half of all life on Earth. And if they’re lucky enough, maybe they can even save their relationship. Art fill!

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We’re Going Off Script by ishipallthings for FreyaS (MCU, 5.2k words) 

“Or, maybe you just need practice?” Steve blinks at Tony’s question, confused. Maybe Tony needs more sleep than he thought. He’ll have to check with JARVIS. 

“Practice - at dating?”

(Steve needs help in the dating department. Tony is happy to help out, because he’s a very good friend. That’s definitely the only reason.)

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One Throw of the Dice by Wikketkrikket for dirigibleplumbing (616/Ults/3490/1872, 5.7k words) 

Steve shrugged, pulling on his shirt. ‘It’s not like it’s Jane or no-one. Everyone gets more than one throw of the dice, Tony.’ 

He only realised his mistake when Tony didn’t say anything, turning away too quickly when Steve turned to look at him. It didn’t take too much thought to connect the dots. Tony did think you only got one throw of the dice. Tony thought he, Steve, was that one. The One. 

In which they realise Tony loves Steve more than Steve loves him. But it’s kind of hard to work through it when the Skrulls interfere, and scatter your sense of self to the multiverse.

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Hands Out In The Dark by XtaticPearl for ashes0909 (MCU, 44.4k words) 

When Thanos died the first time, it was anybody’s guess that the end of the journey had been reached. Sometimes though, a bad end becomes the opening to an unexpected but good beginning, and a tired Steve Rogers learns that in the five years it takes for him to get back to a battlefield. The years after that, well that was a story he hadn’t considered until life gave him the chance to try. What he ended up writing, whom he wrote it with, and why it all ended on a bench in New York - there were stories even a Time Stone hadn’t expected.

sun in an empty room by farawatt for nanasekei (MCU/Ults/616, 2.3k words) 

Melancholy is dangerous.

It’s funny how you forgive the past to try and revive it.

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A Long Road To Share by SirSapling for daisybelle (Ults, art) 

After 50 years in the ice and a couple exhausting years leading the Ultimates, Steve realises he isn’t quite sure he knows anything about the new modern America he’s supposed to represent. Luckily, Tony has an idea how to show him.

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Dare I Say Forever by royal_chandler for herioneaddict (MCU, 4.2k words) 

Naive and young, Steve had thought about it. He’d allowed himself to dream of post-war, matching gold bands and a white picket fence penning in a rambunctious pair of children. 

However, there’s no such thing as post-war.

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Week 24!

First up, badges!  We’re getting close to the end, so there’s a LOT of them!

Participation

Magica

Doc Olive

cami-chats

Huntress

Faustess

Bingo

ABrighterDarkness

hddnone

RoseRose

Peach

More badges will definitely be coming as we wrap things up, so don’t forget the most important part of that... YOU MUST CLAIM YOUR BADGES BY FILLING OUT THIS FORM, OR YOU WON’T RECEIVE THEM!

And now, on to the fills!  There are a lot, due to our Discord Party over the weekend!  And speaking of the party, congratulations to all of those that received a Party Favor badge, a Party Animal badge, and/or a Goal badge!  Well done!

Title: echoes from the breakdown  Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Worst Case Scenario Ship: WinterIronWidow Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic Violence, Post CACW Canon Divergence Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Bucky breaks down. With Bucky and team signed under the Accords, the fallout of his mistakes could break the team apart all over again. Natasha won’t let that happen.Turns out Tony won’t let that happen either.Secrets had divided them before, but now maybe a shared secret can pull the three of them together. Word Count: 672

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Title: No More, No Less Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 0 Royalty Ship: Stony, Steve & Natasha Rating: E Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty Summary: His father had been discussing it again, amongst his advisers. He was barely eighteen , what did he need of a wife at eighteen? Frankly, he was already tired of hearing about it. Tired of meeting the daughters of the various men that were deemed important enough.  None of them had caught his attention in the least and he suspected that they never would.  Not when his daydreams already consisted of intelligent brown eyes, rich brown curls and a wickedly charming grin. Word Count: 4059

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Title: your song Collaborator: peachy Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - AU: Band Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Power, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship Summary: Tony Stark is the lead singer of The Avengers. Steve gets a lot of comments when he wears his shirt out in public. Word Count: 1031

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Title: my body is not their bed xvi Collaborator: Simi Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Red Room Tony Ship: Bucky/Tony/Steve/Natasha Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Soulmate AU, Female Tony Stark, Toni is Raised by HYDRA, Explicit Sexual Content, PTSD, Aftermath of Torture Summary: In 1995, the Engineer and the Winter Soldier escape HYDRA and end up, bleeding, on Peggy Carter's doorstep.This is their journey after. This is the story of their victory march. Word Count: 5448

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Title: Still Anticipating Love Collaborator: ceealaina Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Cock-Blocking Bots Ship: IronHusbands  Rating: Teen Major Tags: 5+1, Fluff and Humour, Protective Bots, Love Confessions Gone Wrong Summary: Five (plus one) different times over the years that Rhodey's attempted to show Tony how he feels about him, only to end up foiled by the bots. (But it's hard to really be upset when they just happen to love Tony as much as Rhodey does.) Word Count: 3993

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Title: Just a Taste Collaborator: thewaythatwerust Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Mission Sex Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content Summary: “Please, Stevie?” Bucky wheedles. “Just a taste?” He presses a wet, open-mouth kiss to the back of Steve’s neck, taking his time dragging his tongue over the warm, salty skin.“Buck,” Steve hisses. “We’re in the middle of a mission.” Word Count: 3356

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Title: Snafu Collaborator: G Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S5 - AU: Ancient Civilization Ship: IronDad Rating: G Major Tags: Time Travel Summary: Tony Stark’s one-and-a-half-year-old baby, Natalie, accidentally pushes some buttons on the time travel machine. Word Count: 1691

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Title: Dum-E’s Big Day Collaborator: G Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T2 - Chore Rotation Ship: Peter Parker/Reader, IronDad & SpiderSon Rating: G Major Tags: Destroyed Living Room, Injured Pet Summary: Tony tries to get out of his chores by programming Dum-E to do it. It goes awry Word Count: 1994

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Title: Cheer - Chapter 1 Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Edwin Jarvis Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: College Cheerleading AU, Fluff and Humor Summary: The one where the Avengers are a collegiate cheerleading team making their way to Nationals. Word Count: 945

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Title:  Not Again Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Kink: Blindfold Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Swearing, Butchered Kidnapping Attempt, Kink Discussion Summary: Sometimes Bucky wished for the simple things. For example, spending a date uninterrupted would be lovely. When he and Tony are back in the tower, they have some heated discussion, in the best possible way. Word Count: 2430

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Title: Follow the Rabbit Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Constructed Reality/The Framework Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: a minor swearword, referenced coma, time reset, elements of the Matrix, implied/referenced alcoholism Summary: If you’re reading this, you’ve been in a coma for almost 20 years. Please wake up.  Word Count: 2578

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Title: Quiet Moments With You Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S1 - Intimacy Without Sex Ship: Stony  Rating: Teen Major Tags: Partial Nudity Summary: Tony loves the moments where there's no battles to be fought, no board meetings full of people to appease, no press, the moments where he can just hold Steve close and enjoy the moment. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Council Sought Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Agony Aunt May Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Tony visits the Parker's in search of Peter, but Peter isn't home. Instead he ends up talking to May about his feeling for Steve. Tony isn't sure he can just confess to Steve his feelings like May is suggesting, things are more complicated than that... right? Word Count: N/A

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Title: Jealous Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R2 - Damsels (and others) in Distress Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Tony does NOT appreciate Clint's comments. Word Count: N/A

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Title:  Sharing the Light of Love Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R5 - Iron Man Noir Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: It doesn't really matter whether we reflect the light through our authentic gifts or whether our authentic calling is to spread it. What matters is that tonight is that the world is dark, cold, and bleak. Your flame burns so brightly. Share your Love and warmth with others. Watch the Light return."-Sarah Ban Breathnach Word Count: N/A

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Title: you feel like home Collaborator: peachy Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Rarepair Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Mutual Pining Summary: Tony and Rhodey are roommates, and they fall in love slowly. Word Count: 1843

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Title: Full of You Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S3 - Kink: Double Penetration Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex Summary: Tony notices how much Steve loves his armour and decided to do something with that. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Thank You for Waking Me Up Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - MIT Years Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Yu Yu Hakusho AU, Demons & Spirit Detectives Summary: Tony almost died. Well, he did die and then was brought back to life, but that was supposed to be a secret. He wants to go back to his college life at MIT and designing robots with Rhodey, but his second chance at life means that he has the Grim Reaper who goes by the name of Phil Coulson trying to train him to save the world.He’s probably not meant to flirt with the demons he’s supposed to be catching. Word Count: 1246

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Title: Perchance to Dream Collaborator: eachpeachpearplum Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Alien Planet Ship: Tony Stark & Peter Parker Rating: Teen Major Tags: Post-Infinity War, Grief, Nightmares Summary: Are nightmares really nightmares if reality is worse? At least Peter's alive in this one... Word Count: 100

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Title: (TM) Collaborator: calmena Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - You Can’t Trademark That Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Sex Toys, Crack Summary: In which Tony tinkers and is Tony, Bucky has no shame, and Pepper is embarrassed despite herself. Word Count: 405

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Title: When You Say CBT... Collaborator: feyrelay Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Ship: Starker Rating: E Major Tags: Adult Peter Parker, Established Relationship, References to Seasonal Depression, Therapy, Cock Cages Summary: Peter and Tony deal with aging, separately and together. Peter's therapist suggests cognitive behavioral therapy, also sometimes abbreviated as CBT. Kink-related misunderstanding ensues. Word Count: 6542

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Title: Surprise Superpowers: The Good, the Bad, and the Awkward Collaborator: LBibliophile Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Super Soldier Serum Ship: N/A Rating: Gen Major Tags: Extremis!Tony Summary: When Tony injected himself with a modified Extremis, itwas supposed to keep him alive long enough for the arc reactor to be removed, then quietly fade away. It was not supposed to be this strong. It was not supposed to stick around. And it was not supposed to combine with Dr Cho's Cradle and the suit implants to create some really weird side-effects. Tony's not sure what to think about these new superpowers, so he decides to write it all out. Word Count: 1040

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Title: United Front  Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Adopted - Tony Stark/Loki Ship: FrostIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: FrostIron, Battle Ready Summary: (Background to the Art) I imagined Loki surprising Tony in the ‘shop but then something goes wrong and they land on a different planet. (Maybe Sakaar?) Tony having only his new prototyp still stand beside Loki, ready to fight who ever tries to harm them. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Blueprints for a Rescue Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Image: Rescue Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, Rescue!Pepper Summary: Tony gives Pepper something special for their 1st wedding anniversary, and Pepper makes an important decision. Word Count: 1930

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Title: Stood Up Collaborator: Artemis Day Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - First Day Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: This had to be the worst night of Pepper Potts' life. Word Count: 967

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Title: You’re the only place that feels like home Collaborator: Sian Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - Sam Wilson/Falcon Ship: WinterIron, background Sam/Clint Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: AU: No Powers, A/B/O, Mpreg, Pretend Relationship, and they were roommates, allusions to past trauma/abuse Summary: Due to a new law, that doesn´t allow Omegas to sign contracts anymore, Tony Stark finds himself in the need of an Alpha roommate - with emphasis on the “mate” part. Lucky for him that Bucky Barnes is also looking for a place to stay… Word Count: 1372

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Title: Ghost of Unprotected Sex Past - Moving Day Collaborator: G Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A2 - Fireplace Ship: Tony Stark x F!Reader // IronDad Rating: Gen Major Tags: Some guilt Summary: You’re moving in temporarily with Tony, and your imagination starts to wander Word Count: 1091

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Title: At the Threshold Collaborator: eachpeachpearplum Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - First Date Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff Summary: It's date three and Steve is going to walk Tony to his door again. Word Count: 624

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Title: Untitled Collaborator: chel Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T2 - AU: Teachers Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: N/A Summary: Moodboard Word Count: N/A

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Title: Holding Hope Collaborator: DarthBloodOrange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Adopted - Grief Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Major Character Death (implied), Apocalypse Summary: The apocalypse has brought Steve and Tony closer then they have ever been. But they might just be out of time... Word Count: N/A

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Title: N/A Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Galaxy Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: N/A Summary: [Fanart] Soulmate AU where your soulmark is a galaxy "tattoo" Word Count: N/A

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Title: Galaxy Collaborator: FestiveFerret Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Galaxy Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Break-up, Make-up Summary: N/A Word Count: 859

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Title: DUM-E plays dress-ups Collaborator: LBibliophile Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Adopted - Kink: Roleplay Ship: DUM-E & Avengers Team Rating: Gen Major Tags: Disaster Bot Dum-E, Fluff Summary: The Avengers are some of DUM-E’s favourite people, so he tries to copy them. With varying degrees of success.  Word Count: N/A

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Title: Comfort Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Intimacy Without Sex Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: N/A Summary: Tony wasn’t sure what movie Steve had put on, didn’t really pay much attention to it.  The food was, of course, delicious.  Between that and the feeling of relaxing against Steve, with Steve, seemed to unwind that nearly-painful tension that had been tugging down so heavily just an hour or so before.  Word Count: 1540

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Title: At The End Of A Workday Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - Handjob Ship: Pepperony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Shower Sex Summary: After another stressful workday, Pepper had been looking forward to spent some quality time with Tony.Upon arriving in the penthouse, she finds that the engineer was not there.On her way to his workshop, she comes up with how she wants to spent the rest of the evening with Tony.A dinner, domesticity, and some fun times in the bathroom sounded like a solid plan to her. Word Count: 2300

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Title: Nothing’s gonna stop us Collaborator: Feyrelay Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Howard Stark Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Explicit Major Tags: MIT Era, Howard Stark’s A+ Parenting, Brief References to Racism, Fluff and Smut Summary: If Tony says Rhodey's the captain of this budding thing between them that only intensifies under the pressure of summer vacation from MIT, well, then he's damn well gonna steer. Word Count: 1571

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Title: Because I could not stop for Death (He kindly stopped for me) - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Tony Stark/Pepper Potts Ship: ChillyPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Howard Stark and his wife are wealthy industrialists looking for an entrance into polite society. Lord and Lady Potts are aristocrats one sneeze away from the poorhouse. Their heirs will marry and both sets of parents will get what they want... as long as everything goes According To Plan. (Hint: it doesn't). Word Count: 3049

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Title: Unspoken Collaborator: The_Alias (Artemis_Day) Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Secret Relationship Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fake Dating AU Summary: Tony Stark was at a fancy cocktail party with a gorgeous redhead on his arm. This should’ve been the start of an amazing night, but it wasn’t. Word Count:944

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Title: KISSES [!Art] Collaborator: darthbloodorange Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K2 - KINK: Sex Compulsion Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Sexual Content, Nudity, Armour kink Summary: Tony struggles to keep up with Steve’s super soldier libido… and not for his lack of trying…

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Title: Because I could not stop for Death - (He kindly stopped for me) - Chapter 2 Collaborators: Faustess, feignedsobriquet Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Faustess, S4 - Miscommunication feignedsobriquet, S4 - Zombie Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Here's where the Plan really falls apart spectacularly. Poor Tony - it's really not his fault. Also, Luis tells a story and Pep- I mean Virginia - confirms her opinion of Lord Pierce. Word Count: 6640

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Title: You´re the only place that feels like home - Chapter 3: Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile Collaborator: sianmcawesome Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Iron Dad Ship: WinterIron, background Sam/Clint Rating: Gen Major Tags: for this chapter: references to forced abortions, forced marriage, domestic violence (not between the main characters and all very vague) Summary: Tony needs a babysitter and Bucky gets a home-cooked meal. Word Count: 2324

[fafsernir]

Love has a smell

Written for @ineffablehusbandsweek ‘s (nsfw week) Day 3: “lingerie / dress up / blindfolded” (A bit late, sorry, I wrote it yesterday but didn’t have time to post it!)

Ao3 / Ko-fi pages @ Fafsernir, or links on my tumblr page :)

Crowley/Aziraphale, blindfolds, love as a feeling and a smell? i guess (bot!Aziraphale/top!Crowley), 1273 words

!! nsfw under the cut !!

“Is that okay?” Crowley cautiously asked, running his hands on the silk now covering Aziraphale’s eyes.

“Yes.” His voice was deeper than usual and betrayed his arousal.

Crowley smiled and kissed Aziraphale’s eyes through the fabric. Aziraphale lowered his head as he shivered.

“Did you put yours?” Barely a whisper on the angel’s lips. Crowley kissed him.

“Not yet,” he said against his mouth, breathing in the same air as him.

He moved away and took one of Aziraphale’s hand, guiding it to his face. He leaned against the warm fingers and brought to his face the other piece of silk he was holding. He covered his eyes fully, and slowly tied it at the back of his head. He sighed when he felt fingertips caressing his cheeks. Aziraphale’s thumb and index, he identified within seconds.

He took in the sensation of only feeling Aziraphale, and not seeing him. They had talked about it, had decided to both be blindfolded. It sounded so exciting, to try new things out with Aziraphale. Together.

They knew the other’s body already, they knew where to touch and where to kiss to please the other. They knew where everything was, and they had closed their eyes while discovering the other’s body before. Being blindfolded didn’t offer the choice of opening their eyes. It heightened their senses. Or at least, it heightened Crowley’s senses.

His sight had never been his strong suit, but his smell had always been pretty good. He didn’t always pay attention, but with his eyes unable to help him, his nose was helping him feel Aziraphale’s reaction. He could smell how excited Aziraphale was, and how Crowley’s fingers slowly going up his arm was affecting him. He was enjoying this, and it reassured Crowley. Smells couldn’t lie.

Crowley hissed when Aziraphale clumsily reached out, his nails grazing Crowley’s shoulders.

“To the left,” the demon chuckled. Aziraphale apologized and found Crowley’s face.

“It’s… weird,” Aziraphale admitted in a breath.

Crowley was surprised to feel his face so close; he had not heard him move. It took him some additional seconds to remember how to talk. “Yes. But also—”

“—good,” Aziraphale finished for him.

Crowley nodded, even if neither could see, and they laughed when Aziraphale tried to kiss his lips but kissed his chin. They eventually naturally found the other’s mouth and kissed deeply, lovingly, passionately. They kissed to share the feelings and emotions they felt towards the other. They bit lips, licked lips, bit tongues, licked tongues. They kissed as they had always done: with love.

Aziraphale’s moan escaped from between their lips as he pulled slightly back when Crowley’s fingers grazed his legs. He pushed them apart, and Aziraphale obligingly opened for him. Crowley pushed him against the bed they had been sitting on, lying above him. He would have normally looked at him, smiled at him, at this moment. This time, he couldn't. He still paused, out of habit, as he properly settled between Aziraphale’s legs.

Then, he let his lips drop to warm skin, without knowing exactly where he was kissing, but he found a shoulder and went back up in his angel’s neck. 

Aziraphale smelt the same as always. He smelt of the cologne his barber had suggested, of old books, of love. It didn’t resemble any human smell and yet it grounded Crowley to Earth so efficiently.

“Lower,” Aziraphale whimpered, and Crowley’s nose picked up first his desperate state of arousal.

He had been circling his navel for a couple of minutes, kissing his neck at the same time. He smiled and obliged, lowering his hand to Aziraphale’s hard cock, meeting the demanding thrust of his hips. Aziraphale sighed and relaxed when Crowley finally touched him, closing his hand around his shaft. 

He could feel Aziraphale’s hands resting on his shoulders, squeezing at times, and the contact burnt him. It felt good, to feel his fingers here, but he also wanted to feel his hands somewhere else.

Aziraphale must have felt it, or maybe Crowley asked in that same desperate tone, because the hands moved, one hand trapping hair tightly, the other tracing the demon’s collarbone. He arched his back against the touch, and let his hand drop further down, taking his time to touch Aziraphale’s balls before moving his hands still lower.

Crowley buried his head in Aziraphale’s neck and concentrated when he slowly inserted a ready finger in his lover’s inviting ass. Both beings sighed as they moved as one.

Crowley could hear his fingers fucking Aziraphale, the sound resonating inside him every time he moved his fingers away, and back inside. It drove him crazy and he didn’t hear or smell or felt anything help but this.

“Crowley…”

Aziraphale didn’t need to say more. Crowley remembered himself, remembered Aziraphale, and he shifted, regretfully moving his fingers to Aziraphale’s thigh to lift it. He squeezed his thigh when Aziraphale took his cock without hesitating, without missing, and guided him inside.

His mind stopped working for a second as he felt Aziraphale around him. It was similar to the feeling he had when Aziraphale would read to him, or when they would hug, or when Aziraphale would be enjoying a particularly good meal or dessert, and Crowley would simply stare at him. It felt like home, but with that added sense of satisfaction that sex brought between them. It wasn’t that they were unhappy without sex – they sure weren’t – but it was a different type of sensations. Crowley treasured this as much as stolen glances and small smiles.

Aziraphale gasped in his ear when he started moving, burying his cock fully in before he thrust in him regularly.

Aziraphale was holding him close, and they slowly made love, muttering incoherent words. They talked to reassure the other that they were here, together, that even if they couldn’t see, they could feel and they could love. 

They were all around each other, breathing the same air, sweating together, sharing saliva, Crowley’s cock inside Aziraphale, Aziraphale’s cock trapped between their bodies.

The demon’s hand was still gripping the angel’s thigh, he could feel the heat from Aziraphale’s body and could feel even more the heat radiating from him as a being, from his mind, his thoughts, his Grace. It was love, it was thirst, it was lust, it was arousal, it was tenderness… 

Aziraphale came between them, throwing his head back, and Crowley trembled above him, planting his teeth in the skin below his mouth. It didn’t take long – a few more thrusts, nails digging into his skin – for Crowley to come inside Aziraphale.

He collapsed on top of him, breathing hard as he was seeing stars – and he should know about that. Maybe the silk wasn’t on his eyes anymore, but he couldn’t see anything, couldn’t think properly. He could only feel. Feel Aziraphale’s fingers on his back, feel Aziraphale’s arms around him, feel Aziraphale’s lips against his hair, feel the love, always love, around him, over him, inside him, with him.

“Can I see you?” Aziraphale whispered after a while.

Crowley opened his eyes – the blindfold was still in place – and looked up, towards Aziraphale’s voice. He nodded, resting his forehead against Aziraphale’s, waiting. 

“Stunning,” the angel said, still in a low voice.

Crowley shivered at the words and at Aziraphale’s fingers untying the silk carefully. He opened his eyes on the softest face he had ever seen.

They both smiled at each other, Aziraphale hiding his face into the crook of Crowley’s neck. Crowley chuckled, kissing his white hair and closing his eyes again. Sometimes, it was good to close your eyes, to better open them after.

[afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin]

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Honestly, this is, and I’m not lying, kind of FLUFFY WHAT?!

A/N: These two. I just… wow. I really like them ok? Also, I like thinking about fun quirks or hobbies Bucky may find himself being drawn to after everything. Little frivolous things that bring some happiness into his life and space.

I just hope y’all enjoy these tender moments. ♥️

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Even though the elevator ride to his apartment is short you’re already dozing a bit in his arms. Your face half buried in his chest, softly breathing, though your expression is far from relaxed.

Once inside he gently sets you on the couch, laying your head on a throw pillow and tucking the thick blanket around you. In just a week you’d lost mass, he could feel bones where he had been unable to feel or see them when you’d last been here.

Your power, he knew, meant you needed to stay well fed because it could drain your body, pulling from your own metabolism to keep running. From what he could tell it had been running for the past week.

You groan a little and reach for him. A sad smile rises on his lips, “I’m not going anywhere, doll,” he strokes your forehead pressing a kiss to the crease there, “just rest a second. Nothing is gonna get through me, you’re safe.” This seems to work as your forehead smooths a bit and your hand relaxes.

“Sargent Barnes,” Jarvis pipes up quietly once Bucky is in the kitchen. “I do not want to impose but I have noticed Ms. Y/L/N’s distress for days. She has not granted me permission to request any additional aid on her behalf.”

“Not shocking,” Bucky says looking over at you.

“I will continue to heed her wishes as long as her life is not in immediate risk. However, she is massively undernourished, if she goes another day without eating in her condition I will be forced to notify medical per my programming.”

“I understand, Jarvis. Thanks.”

“May I suggest a light soup and an electrolyte fortified beverage? I worry her system cannot handle much else.”

“Good call.” He opens the pantry to find a can of chicken noodle.

“That would be most excellent I believe. I will have one of the bots bring the beverage for her.”

“Thanks, Jarvis.”

“Of course, sir.”

Bucky isn’t much of a cook but thankfully he can manage a can of soup. Just before it’s done Dum-E slips in quietly with a basket from the main kitchen with bottles of Pedialyte. He pats the weird bot on the head, always viewing it like a friendly dog more than a machine, and it lets itself out.

He brings the soup to the coffee table and gently tries to wake you.

“Y/N,” he shakes your shoulder gently, “I know you’re tired but I need you to wake up for just a few minutes.” Nothing. “Doll? Come on, wake up for me.” Another shake.

With a gasp, you shoot up, frantically looking around the room, tendrils of light snaking every which way under your skin. Bucky grabs your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” his voice is kind but stern, he needs you to hear him. “Look at me, Y/N.” You do finally and the light comes on, he can feel you relax in his grip.

Moving a strand of hair from your face he says, “Sorry, I know you need sleep, but you’ve got to try and eat something.” Your head sort of falls to the side rather than turn to see the soup on the table behind Bucky, brows knit.

“You don’t have to eat much, just something. Ok?” You nod, eyes fluttering a bit. For a second he’s worried he’s going to have to feed you, worried you’re that far gone, but you pull your self together and reach for the bowl. He hands it to you and surprisingly you make it through half.

“I can’t,” you say handing it back.

“That's ok,” he takes it. “Here,” he hands you the Pedialyte standing to take your bowl to the kitchen. “Sip this.”

You smile a bit, “So bossy,” you say looking up at him. A genuine smile fills his face, you had said that the night you were together. He strokes the side of your face and heads into the kitchen.

Back in the living room, he sits at the end of the couch as you drink what you can. You set it down, shaking your head.

“Ok, let’s get you to bed.” You look up at him, terror on your face. “I’ll be with you. If you want me to be.”

“Please,” you say, your voice less hoarse than before. He nods and holds out a hand. You stand a little more steadily and make your way to his room.

He gives you a shirt and a pair of boxers to change into assuming you don’t want to sleep in your gym clothes. While you’re in the bathroom he changes too, into pajama bottoms and turns the bed down. When you come out he has to force himself to not gawk. For some reason, you look incredible in his shirt and boxers. He swallows hard.

“I guess this will make three pieces of clothing I need to get back to you,” you say, voice sounding steady. Good.

“I’ll send you an invoice,” he says taking a few steps toward you. Tenderly he caresses your arm, “Come on.”

In the bed, you immediately curl against him and he holds your right hand in his left pressing it to his chest.

He thinks you’re just about asleep when you say, “Bucky?”

“Yes, doll?”

“You meant it earlier right?” He doesn’t respond, “Your promise…”

His heart aches, “I did.”

“You’ll kill me, then.”

He won’t lie, “No.” You shoot up and stare at him, betrayal on your face. He’s unfazed and just cups your face in his right hand. “I’ll kill you if you’re about to lose control, I told you that the other night. But Hydra… anyone else… they won’t ever get close enough to you for it to matter.” His tone shifts cold and certain, “Ever.”

You stare at him for a minute before that sinks in, just how much he means it, what exactly it means. That he would take on anything to protect you from becoming someone else weapon again, anything.

You nod and in a flash your lips are on his. His hand is still hovering in the air where your face had been before it slowly rests on the back of your head. He lets this go on longer than he should he knows, you need rest, but he can’t help how good it feels to feel your lips on his, to have you in his arms.

Eventually, you sit up, leaning against his chest, looking down into his face, “Thank you.”

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Your head is throbbing and your mouth feels like a damn desert. Logically you knew you weren’t fully out of the woods. This bout of trauma wrecked you, body and soul. Even so, you feel more human than you had for days. It was a start.

Bucky’s warm presence behind you feels something like comfort. You can’t tell if he’s awake but you press even closer to him, the weight of his right arm across your torso grounding. Reacting to your movement his hand flexes, laying flat on your stomach, holding you tight against him.

“Hey there,” the warmth of his breath on the back of your ear sends tingles all over your body. He begins to lift his arm and move but you grab it, holding him in place, not ready for him to let go. Immediately he settles back down and presses a kiss to the back of your head. Ugh, your hair was filthy, not that he seems to mind.

“Hey,” you rasp, voice almost as cracked as your lips.

“Excuse me,” Jarvis intones. “I’m very sorry to intrude but I have an urgent message from Mr. Stark informing you both that you need to be in the conference room in two hours. I didn’t want to wake you.” Bless Jarvis.

“You can tell Mr. Stark to go fuck himself,” Bucky snaps, his body tensing.

“Don’t tell him that Jarvis,” you sounded like a pack a day smoker.

“I had no intention to.”

You turn in Bucky’s arms to face him, “What the hell?”

His face is a mask of concern, “Whatever they need can wait. You’re not in any condition-“

“I can handle a conversation Bucky,” probably… “I mean… they gave us almost a week. That’s more than fair…”

“No.” His tone says there’s no argument here and your brows raise, “You need rest.”

Gently you move a few stray strands of hair from his face, “So do you,” the circles under his eyes were still dark.

He takes your hand in his and kisses your palm, “I’m ok, doll.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes, “we’re both far from ok. They deserve to know why.” He knows you’re right and sighs heavily before kissing your forehead.

“Ok.” He squeezes you tight before sitting up cross-legged on the bed.

As he leans forward you can’t help but ogle the way the muscles in his back move. If you weren’t so cotton-mouthed right now you’re not certain you wouldn’t be drooling. Sex drive had to be a good thing right?

Slowly, you sit up, not wanting to set the room spinning and kiss his back before laying your cheek on the warm flesh there. He hums a little, contented sound, reaching back to grab your hand.

“What if we have them come here?” His low voice vibrates through his torso.

“Here?”

“Yeah. Or your place. I just… if they wanna talk we can talk but they’re gonna come to you where you can be comfortable and…”

“I’m not in danger from them, Bucky.” The look on his face tells you he doesn’t trust that. It’s understandable, his concern.

Before, in Hydra, your display with him would have been grounds to be wiped and iced. You sigh heavily, “My place is… not currently fit for other people…” That was putting it lightly. Five days of depression, no sleep, and fighting the storm in your head meant it was just as wrecked as you were.

“They can come here, it’s fine,” he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Ok,” you pull away from him and run your fingers through your greasy hair. “I’ll head up and shower then-”

“No,” he says shaking his head, “you’re going to have some breakfast before you do anything.” You glance at the clock, it’s 12:30pm. “Brunch, whatever,” he says with a smile.

The thought of food makes your stomach growl, “Actually not going to fight you there.”

Bucky makes you simple eggs, dry toast, and water per Jarvis’ suggestion before getting in the shower himself. Surprising yourself, you manage to eat it all and don’t want to throw up. Progress. When he comes out, you’re loading the dishes into the washer.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says, drying his hair, looking better than he had any right in his navy henley and grey sweats.

“Wanted to feel useful,” you say with a shrug. He comes into the kitchen and pulls you to him, smelling like that tea tree shampoo and toothpaste. This whole thing is so weird. Maybe weird is ok though…

“Just shower here, I’m sure I’ve got something you can wear,” his lips press against the crown of your head. You nod against his chest, “You not fighting me is a strange change of pace,” his voice is tinged with humor.

You shrug, the side of your face still pressed to him. “Don’t want to face my apartment yet is all...”

His left-hand takes your chin and tilts your face up, “That’s ok.” The corners of his eyes crinkle a bit when he smiles, “You’re welcome here as long as you like. When you’re ready I can help you get your place up to code… if you want.”

A laugh bursts from you and his brows knit in concern. “A little over a week ago I was thinking of ways to kill you. Now…” Your laugh swallows the rest of that statement.

“Now maybe you’re glad you didn’t?” He asks with a smirk. You cup his face and rise up a bit on your toes to press a quick kiss on his lips.

“Maybe. Don’t push your luck though,” you say with a wink.

He shakes his head, smiling, “Go shower.”

Stepping back from him your hand rises to your chest, “Are you saying I’m dirty?!”

He laughs, “No. I’m saying, you’re greasy. But we could work on dirty later if you want.” A devious smile lights his face and his tongue flits across his bottom lip.

You can’t help the huge smile that stretches it’s way across your own face and you playfully smack his chest as you walk past him, “Dick.”

Another laugh tumbles from him. You’re a few steps away when you feel his arms wrap around you and pull your back tight against his torso. His face is pressed against yours, his short beard tickling the skin on your cheek. You hold on to his forearms and lean into the embrace, letting the comforting feeling of him wash over you.

“I’ll put some clothes on the bed,” he says next to your ear, “and deal with Stark. Take your time.” With that, he kisses your cheek and releases you.

You sit on the bench in the shower and let the steam engulf you. The heat may relax some but for you it’s a boost, sending a low hum of energy thrumming through you, clearing your head. It’s a good thing too. There’s a feeling in your gut that this is going to be a fairly unpleasant conversation.

Sighing you stand, you’ve been in here long enough to be a touch pruney. Your muscles still ache from being tense with constant adrenaline for days and your legs shake just a bit but you’re miles ahead of where you were last night. It sinks in a bit just how close to the edge you were. If Bucky hadn’t come in… would you have lost it? And if you had…

Pushing the thought from your mind you shut the water off and reach for the plush towel. Your reflection in the mirror is, disheartening, to say the least. Hopefully, the hollowness in your cheeks and the purple under your eyes would tell enough of the story for you when everyone came in with their questions. You roughly dry your hair and find a hair tie in a drawer to toss it into a messy bun.

On the bed, Bucky has left you a pair of drawstring sweats and a hoodie, both in his favorite midnight blue color. They’re just big enough to be oversized but it’s so comfortable to be surrounded by warmth and his smell. Your eyes ache to close.

Bucky’s in the kitchen, setting out mugs and the smell of coffee fills the air. You were certain coffee wouldn’t be on Jarvis’ recommended list of nutrients for you at the moment but you’re feeling sleepier by the minute. If they want you to make it through this you’re going to need that boost.

“That smells like everything I need right now,” you hop onto one of the metal barstools by his island. He doesn’t question you and pours a large cup.

“How do you take it?”

“Black.” Your fingers curl around the mug he hands you, it has the Brooklyn bridge on the side, one of those things you find at gift shops all over the city. It’s now that you realize all the mugs are different.

Some like this one are souvenirs, a Broadway mug with comedy and tragedy masks, one from the Met with a Monet on the side. There are a few that look vintage, from the 70’s maybe. Others are novelty mugs. There’s one that looks like a camera lens, one says “Get Shit Done” on the side, another is shaped like a donut. You can’t help but smile.

He notices you looking, “I… uh, like mugs I guess.” Awkwardly he runs a hand through his hair. “Figured coffee would be good. My… my ma always made coffee when people came over…”

Your heart may actually burst. “You’re cute,” you say sipping what is actually an exceptional cup of coffee. He snorts and pours his own cup, this one with “Rocket Fuel” on the side and the NASA logo.

“Come on,” he heads into the living room. You hadn’t noticed he’d pulled his dining room chairs in here to accommodate the others. “There’s still a bit before they get here.”

Plopping onto the couch he hits play on the remote sitting on the side table, old jazz fills the space. Unsure where to sit you stand awkwardly between the kitchen and living room weighing your options.

“Psst,” he quips from the couch, you meet his gaze. A smile fills his face and beckons with his left hand. You take a tentative step in his direction, “The big chairs are comfortable too if-”

“No,” you say as you set your mug on the coffee table and sit next to him. His left arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you close. You lay your head against his chest and immediately feel your body relax. “This is perfect.”

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I’ll Be There For You

Hi, jumping into the Voltron fandom here for the first time as a writer! I've been planning this one out for a week or so, it's based off a tumblr post I saw and I'd credit said post and the op but I can't find it again so welp��� The ending is pretty choppy but for my first foray into the wide world of Voltron writing I'm pretty happy with it! Also, Keith and Shiro are completely platonic in this just so everyone knows... This is not beta read if anyone's wondering, so if you see a problem let me know in the comments!

Read this on AO3 here!

Contains: Vomiting, Fever, Platonic Cuddling

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Shiro exited the kitchen after dinner, expecting to find the hallway empty. Instead Keith was trudging towards the common room.

That was strange, Shiro thought. Keith had left the kitchen a good two minutes before he had. And Keith isn’t one to waste time while moving, that’s for sure.

Shiro walked up behind him, making sure his steps were loud enough so he didn’t scare Keith. They stepped in tandem for a few moments before Shiro looked up at his friend. Keith hadn’t even acknowledged his presence.

“You ok?” Shiro asked quietly.

Keith jumped faintly and glanced up at Shiro. He stared for a moment before responding. “Yeah, just tired.” Keith muttered, looking down again.

Shiro thought that over for a moment, before realizing that it didn’t make sense. The night before the whole group had had a movie night watching an Altean classic Allura had insisted they watched. No one had found it quiet as interesting as Coran and Allura had seemed to, and Keith had fallen asleep about half way through, which was early for him.

But seeing that Keith had no interest in talking to him, Shiro dropped it. He continued his into the common room, noticing how he had still beat Keith there. He settled down onto a couch and listened to Pidge, Lance, and Hunk chatter.

It’s amusing how many directions a conversation between those three can go in such a short amount of time. Just for the dobash or so he had been sitting there they had talked about weblums, the alkari, and how Altean time works.

Shiro’s thoughts were interrupted by a weight landing on his shoulder. He looked down to see Keith’s black hair. Shiro smiles slightly, but his eyes display more concern.

Keith, in front of the other paladins, isn’t a touchy-feely person. He tries his absolute hardest to keep up his emo reputation, as Lance had called it, when the others are around. Making this action very out of character. 

Shiro wrapped an arm around his teammate. “You sure you’re ok?” He asks again, looking intently at the top of Keith’s head.

“Yeah, I’m just pretty full.” Keith conceded tiredly.

Keith had eaten a lot, they all had. But this was still uncharacteristic of Keith. And if Keith’s admitting to something being the slightest bit wrong, then it’s probably worse than he’s letting on.

“Aww look, Keith’s falling asleep! Do you need a blanket?” Lance teased lightheartedly.

“Shut up Lance.” Keith slurred slightly, swatting a floppy hand in Lance’s direction. Shiro caught his hand and returned it to where it was previously resting. Lance snickered and returned to his conversation with Pidge and Hunk who were giving Keith a slightly hesitant and concerned look.

“He was being a meanie.” Keith whined under his breath, so quietly Shiro had to strain to hear it.

Something was definitely wrong with Keith. If Shiro wasn’t sure before (which he was but didn’t say anything for Keith’s sake) he is now. Keith might be rash and hotheaded, but he doesn’t act childish. And that was childish.

Shiro ruffled Keith’s hair with his flesh hand, something he did quite often. He subtly felt the younger boy’s forehead, and unsurprisingly the warmth of a fever met his hand. Would it have been faster to just feel Keith’s forehead outright? Probably. But even in this subdued state there was no way Keith was going to let him do that in front of the others.

“Hey, we’re going to go mess around with the gladiator bots, you want to come Keith?” Hunk offered, drawing Shiro’s attention back to the others.

“No.” Keith whispered, surprising them all.

“What? You always- “Lance started.

“Come on Lance.” Pidge interrupted, coming to the rescue. She grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him away as he sputtered words.

Keith dug his face farther into Shiro’s shoulder.

“He ok?” Hunk mouthed, brow creased in concern.

Shiro shrugged slightly, but the look in his eyes told Hunk all he needed to know.

“Let us know if you need anything.” Hunk mouthed, then left the room in the same direction Pidge and Lance had gone.

Shiro shifted Keith down so he was sprawled across the couch, his head resting in Shiro’s lap. Shiro continued moving his fingers soothingly through Keith’s hair.

“Be honest with me, how are you feeling.” Shiro asked, stopping his hand.

Keith made a small noise at the sudden lack of movement on his head. “I don’t know.” He murmured.

Shiro stared down at the black-haired teen. He knew that admitting something was wrong was a huge step for Keith, but he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that Keith wouldn’t tell him more.

“I think I want to go to bed.” Keith said somewhat suddenly. “Can you come with me?”

This worked out in Shiro’s favor. He was planning on trying to get Keith to go to bed soon anyways and getting a willing Keith to bed was so much easier than an unwilling Keith. Plus, once they got to Keith’s room maybe he would tell him how he really felt.

But Shiro didn’t have to wait that long. “I’m feeling kind of nauseous.” Keith disclosed quietly.

Shiro blinked, unsure of what to say. He was expecting to deal with feverish Keith, not sick to his stomach Keith. This was a whole different ballpark.

“Are you going to puke?” Shiro asked.

“I- I don’t think so.” Keith stammered hesitantly, swallowing thickly.

Shiro didn’t quite believe him, but it was better to take his word for it. “Ok, let’s go to your room then.”

Keith sat up shakily and stood. As soon as he was upright the color drained from his face and his eyes widened. He dashed out into the hall towards the bathroom. Shiro swore and ran out after him.

He found Keith kneeling in front of the toilet breathing hard. Closing the door, which Keith had left wide open in his haste, Shiro knelt down next to Keith and assessed the situation.

Keith’s bangs were plastered to his forehead by sweat and he kept burping nauseously into the water. Shiro grabbed a hair-tie from the counter, courtesy of Pidge, and tied Keith’s hair back.

“I know you hate vomiting, but if it’s coming up you’ve got to let it.” Shiro warned warmly. Keith was a bit emetophobic. It wasn’t the sight of puke that got to him, everyone was used to it with Hunk’s motion sickness. Instead it was the loss of control that one felt, and Keith hated losing control.

Keith swallowed thickly. “I- It won’t- Can you?” Keith stammered, his body trembling.

Shiro knew exactly what he was asking without him having to fully ask it. They had done this many times before back on Earth whenever Keith was sick, which was a lot because Keith never took breaks and ran himself down which Shiro chided him for. Then Keith would point out how hypocritical Shiro was being and Shiro would tell him his second favorite line. Do as I say, not as I do.

Now wasn’t the time for sweet recollections, not when Keith was trembling over the toilet bowl. Shiro placed his flesh hand on Keith’s stomach and spread his fingers out, keeping his Galra hand on his back rubbing soothing circles. He could feel stomach acid churning violently under his flesh hand, causing Shiro to feel a pang of sympathy.

Keith looked up at him and nodded slightly, eyes hazy with fever. Shiro, taking that as silent permission, dug his fingers slightly into Keith’s stomach. Keith’s eyes widened as his head shot down. He coughed wetly into the water, burping at the end.

“Shiro- “Keith whined painfully, his voice cracking.

“I know buddy.” Shiro soothed. He massaged Keith’s stomach lightly once more before digging his fingers in farther. It did the trick, Keith coughed wetly one last time before heaving a heavy torrent of liquid into the toilet. Shiro wrapped his flesh arm around Keith’s middle, holding him steady as he continued to heave. He watched in mild disgust as murky brown liquid swirled in the toilet bowl as Keith added more and more to it.

Finally, after what seemed like forever (while in reality it was only a minute or two) Keith slumped back against Shiro’s body, seemingly empty. Shiro, while careful not to jostle Keith too much, moved to flush the toilet, replacing the gross water with clean water.

Shiro set Keith gently against the wall and got up to retrieve a cup of water and a towel. He handed the towel to Keith who sluggishly wiped his mouth. They traded items, Keith taking a sip of water while Shiro disposed of the towel in the sink for someone to take care of later.

Once Keith was done drinking Shiro broke the silence. “Do you feel empty enough to go to your room now?” Shiro asked, studying his friend. Keith’s skin was clammy and pale, the only color on his face a fever blush across his nose and cheeks.

Keith hummed in quiet confirmation, his eyes slipping shut in exhaustion. Shiro gingerly picked his up and carried the teen to his room, settling him on his bed. He went to the dresser and found Keith’s pajama shirts. Bringing one over, Shiro tried to remove Keith’s puke stained shirt but Keith shrugged him off.

“Do you want to smell like vomit all night?” Shiro questioned, humor glinting in his eyes.

Keith opened his eyes slightly and glared but allowed Shiro to remove and replace his shirt. Once the shirt was on, Shiro helped Keith lay down. He sat next to the sick boy and Keith pillowed his head on Shiro’s lap, his eyes drifting shut again.

“Paladins come to the training room please, I would like to do a bit of training before bed.” Allura announced over the loudspeaker.

“Quiznak.” Shiro muttered. He gently tried to move Keith’s head off him, but Keith burrowed his head further into Shiro’s thighs.

“You’ve got to let me get up.” Shiro said, smiling.

“Don’t go.” Keith mumbled, turning his head to squint at Shiro hazily.

“I’ll be right back.” Shiro promised, tousling the red paladin’s hair. “I have to go tell the others you’re not feeling well.”

Keith made a noise of distaste but moved his head off Shiro. Making sure Keith was comfortable before leaving, Shiro made his way to the training deck.

“Ah, there you are Shiro.” Allura greeted, looking up from the data she was reviewing. Her face grew into one of confusion as she looked around him. “Where’s Keith?”

“He went to bed.” Shiro informed her.

“Bed? This early?” Pidge squawked, glancing up.

Shiro mentally facepalmed. He had hoped to keep this conversation between him and Allura, so he could get back to Keith faster. But now it seemed they had an audience as the other paladins came over to listen.

“Keith’s feeling under the weather.” Shiro reported.

“Under what weather?” Allura asked, her forehead creasing in confusion.

“Not actual weather. It just means he was feeling a little sick.” Hunk explained. Allura nodded in understanding, but her face still seemed a bit confused.

“Mullet should still come down and at least watch.” Lance commented.

“Yes, I agree with Lance, Keith should still come down and watch, even if he can’t train.” Allura decided.

“Ok, under the weather was a bit of an understatement.” Shiro admitted. “He just threw up and is running a pretty high fever.”

The others stared at him for a moment, processing the information they had just received. Hunk was the first one to respond, jumping right into caretaker mode.

“Does he need anything? I have blankets and I can make him soup- “Hunk rambled.

“He’s fine for now, but I need to get back to him.” Shiro cut in. While he loved Hunk, he didn’t have time to listen to him talk right now.

Allura nodded carefully and Shiro exited the room the way he had come in. He made his way back to Keith’s room and opened the door, careful to keep it quiet.

Keith lifted his head as Shiro entered and made a small sound of discomfort as he tossed and turned on the bed in an apparent effort to get comfortable.

“Shiro…” Keith whined, his head flopping in Shiro’s direction.

“Yeah?” Shiro prompted, sitting on the end of Keith’s bed.

“Everything hurts.” Keith muttered pitifully.

Shiro moved up to the head of the bed and leaned back against the wall. Keith automatically put his head in Shiro’s lap and settles down, his breathing slowing. Shiro played gently with Keith’s hair, massaging his head.

Once he was sure Keith was going to stay asleep, Shiro got out his tablet and set the brightness as low as it could go. He started scrolling through Pidges data, completely content. Did he expect to be taking care of a sick Keith tonight? No, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.