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TSAU Season 2 Finale - Part 2

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So Leo and Raph portal to Big Mama's hotel, Raph isn't very enthusiastic about making a deal with Big Mama considering Draxum has always warned them of how dangerous she can be, but it's not like they have a lot of better options. So while Raph is contemplating how to get BM's help without completely screwing themselves over, Leo immedietly jumps in as soon as they meet her and suggests that Raph can fight in the Battle Nexus in exchange for her help! Without consulting Raph about any of this first! Uh oh! So needless to say, Raph starts freaking out a little bit about this, which is made even worse when Leo just decides to reveal that the both of them were made from Lou Jitsu's DNA! UH OH!!

So the reason why Draxum has always tried keeping his sons away from Big Mama is because just them being genetically modified super soldiers already makes it more likely that BM would wanna kidnap them and force them to become gladiators in her Battle Nexus. This possibility doubles triples quadruples if she were to ever find out that they're more or less biologically speaking Lou Jitsu's kids. Not to mention she might wanna take revenge on Draxum for stealing Lou Jitsu from her. All of this is to say, Draxum has always made it very clear to his sons that this is something they need to keep hidden from her. It's a big secret. A big secret that Leo just revealed to Big Mama. The one thing Draxum told them not to do? Yeah Leo just did it. What the fuck.

Listen, Leo's inital offer of having Raph fight in the Nexus wasn't quite enough to get Big Mama to agree to the deal, she needed an extra push, so Leo took a calculated risk and revealed their secret origins. From here on out it plays out basically like in canon, with Raph freaking out the entire time. They both get Lou Jitsu outfits cuz Raph is basically being marketed as "Lou Jitsu Jr". Then when the battle begins Leo also gets yeeted into the arena, it's revealed that he actually planned this entire thing, him and Raph defeat the enemies and Raph is confronted witht he fact that Leo may or may not be a tactical genius???

No one ever really realized just how strategic Leo can be, including Leo! Granted, he can also be very impulsive and reckless at times so it's not entirely their fault no one ever realized Leo's full potential. That being said, he can clearly be real clever with coming up with strategies and plans when he puts his mind to it, he just outsmarted BIG MAMA! No one outsmarts Big Mama! Raph had already started to learn that maybe he should trust Leo a bit more than he usually does when he found out that Leo was right about the whole Dark Armour thing, but this moment right here really cements it for him. But with this little side-quest over and done with, it's time to head back to Donnie, April, Splinter and Shelldon.

So what have they been up to this entire time? Well, again it's rather similar to in canon, they've just been fighting Shredder the entire time lol, April gets to kick ass using a crane! Mikey doesn't get to yeet that big boat this time tough :( since he's not even here. What does still happen is that Donnie almost gets his fucking shell ripped to pieces by Shredder (he's called that for a reason ig). Donnie's battle shell in the AU already isn't really armour and it leaves half of his shell exposed, and he's not even weaing it right now! THANKFULLY he has gotten good enough at using his Ninpō at this point so that he can use that to shield himself, cuz otherwise LEMME TELL YA he'd be fucking DEAD.

Finally they end up that alleyway where Donnie have managed to calculate that Shredder is supposed to appear in. That's when Leo and Raph return with the mystic collar they got from Big Mama, again the rest basically plays out like in canon, Shredder shows up and they manage to get the collar on him and he's finally defeated, yay! Big Mama shows up, sends him to some magic prison dimension and I'm sure this is definitely not gonna become a problem later on, yay again!

With that entire distaster prevented, everyone is now tired as fuck so it's time to go home. With all the drama going on in the Draxum family at the moment, Splinter suggest that Leo and Raph should stay at his and Donnie's home, if only for a few days if they don't feel comfortable going back to Draxum. Leo and Raph decline though since they feel a responsibility to make sure that Draxum and Mikey are doing okay, especially since The Hidden City authorites may or may not come after them now that all their crimes have been exposed. But Leo and Donnie promise to meet up again soon now that they're officially BROS!

Aaaand that's the TSAU season 1 finale! A lot of stuff is gonna go down in season 2, like all the Draxum family drama, Mikey's angsty teen arc, Shredder coming back and causing problems, Mikey maybe getting a cat, Donnie properly bonding with at least some of his brothers, and finding out wherever Casey disappeared to! So yeah, stay tuned for that!

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friendly banter — bucky barnes

summary: sam asks for your help on a mission. you're reunited with him, Joaquín and Bucky. the last one really likes to banter. you think it's just a friendly exchange. it's actually a bit more than that

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (+ platonic friendships with sam and joaquín)

word count: 5k

tags: friends to lovers, sharing feelings (awkward but cute), reader is a hacker and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, fluff, undisclosed feelings (mutual), kissing

note: this was kind of a mess but i'm back after a long time on not writing any fics! i'm currently in my last months of studying to become a lawyer (yay) and writing fics has proven to be very therapeutic during this time. this may or may not suck but i enjoyed writing it so i hope you enjoy it

please reblog and/or comment if you enjoy!

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"Got eyes on it?"

You stop walking as soon as you hear that question, staring ahead in disbelief. "You mean...the huge panel in the middle of the room?" you ask with obvious sarcasm, trying to speak as quietly as possible through your comm as you make your way further inside the darkened room.

It’s a typical security room with tons of cameras pointing to every corner of the building. To your relief, the presence of your group is apparently still unnoticed as your eyes wander across the various screens in front of you, noticing no commotion or an unnecessarily large group of unfriendly-looking guys rushing to find you. The large panel control installed in the middle of the desk before you is the thing that immediately gets your attention as you walk closer, always keeping in mind the task at hand.

All you really have to do is hack into the system to disable the security protocols long enough for Sam and Joaquín to sneak into the top floors of the building to retrieve the data that they wanted from the bad guy's records in order to find out more about the gang they'll be (hopefully) putting behind bars soon.

This is not the first and definitely not the last time you'll be doing these kinds of favors for Sam. Your friendship goes way back, when you were still a nobody at S.H.I.E.L.D. that somehow managed to get on Captain America's good graces after that whole Washington fiasco. You're still unsure why Steve always thought so highly of you. Then again, he was the type of guy who never failed to see the potential in other people, even when they couldn't quite see it themselves.

Now, you get to help the new Captain America, who's also as dear to you as the previous one was...perhaps just a tiny bit more annoying, but one of your dearest friends regardless.

As you rush over to the panel, you have to jump over the unconscious body of a security guard that Bucky (another dear friend you met thanks to Steve) took care of before you walked inside, quickly taking a seat in front of the large keyboard to start doing your part of the job.

You hear the unmistakable chuckle from Joaquín as you quickly type in a series of codes and commands. "Jeez, I missed having you on our missions!"

"Awwh!" you mutter with genuine endearment. "I missed being part of these missions too, buddy!"

"And we're still going out for drinks after this, right?"

"Are you genuinely asking me that, Joaquín Torres?" you ask, sounding overly offended on purpose.

You hear him laugh again, but before he can say anything back, you hear Bucky interrupting the exchange. "How about we focus on not getting caught here and then you guys can discuss your night plans?"

"Uh-oh, old man got upset," you joke soon after, finishing to type in the last few codes to fully disable the security system. Surely they have some backup protocol that would soon trigger the alarm to alert these guys of an unwanted visitor, but by then all of you will be long gone. It really is a very simple mission.

"He's jealous you're not taking him out for drinks," Sam jokes back, and then you immediately hear Joaquín agreeing with him.

It's a normal occurrence for Sam to be making those kinds of jokes involving you and Bucky. He has been making those types of remarks for as long as you can remember, fully convinced the two of you "have something going on" as he has put it before. You really try not to think too much about it because, first off, Sam loves to say shit just for the sake of pissing you and Bucky off and, second...you really don't want to let those comments get to your head.

You don't want to let yourself wonder about the what if's of that. There was a time in your life when you did allow yourself to fantasize about the possibility of actually "having something going on" with him, but you learnt to shut off that part of your brain in order to avoid getting your hopes up regarding a situation that just wouldn't happen outside your imagination. Hearing Sam’s silly remarks would only bring you back to those days.

Bucky has been one of your best friends for years and he has never shown the slightest of hints that he might be interested in you in the way you would like (at least not that you're aware of), and there was absolutely no way that you would ever make the first move and risk embarrassing yourself in front of him or, even worse, losing the friendship you two have. You eventually just got comfortable in the abyss of eternal friendzone and learned to accept it. If there was ever going to happen something between the two of you, surely it would've happened by now.

Still, Sam seems to be holding onto that rope for dear life and refuses to let it go. You can't deny it’s a bit uncomfortable to hear those jokes though. They somehow make you feel like somehow you got caught and everyone knows you have a secret crush on Bucky, but you've learned to adapt over the years.

"First part's done.” Leaning back on the chair, you watch the percentage bar on the screen before you, completely ignoring Sam's little joke. "A few more seconds and you're up guys!"

"Hallway’s clear," you hear Bucky say, still guarding the room where you're currently in. "How much time do we have to get out of here?"

"Uh...I can't say for sure. Anywhere near five to thirty, maybe?"

"Minutes?"

"Seconds."

"Oh, great," he mutters ironically.

"Well, I'm sorry. We're hacking into a very sophisticated system that I don't entirely know how it works!" you snap back at him. "Besides, the whole point of this is to give Joaquín and Sam enough time to sneak inside without having to deal with a bunch of guards going straight for them. Bad guys will know we're down here and they'll come looking for us first."

"Isn't hacking your whole thing? How do you not know how it works?" he asks, and just by the tone of his voice you know he's trying to piss you off, because he knows that's exactly the type of comments that would make you upset. If that type of comment came from a stranger you would be strangling them right now, but it’s Bucky, and he seems to enjoy annoying the shit out of you.

"Big talk coming from someone who still asks for my help because he barely knows how to unlock his own phone."

The sound of his faint chuckle immediately makes you smile, perfectly picturing the way he's probably rolling his eyes just barely right now, trying to suppress a smirk as if you could possibly see him right now, knowing he hates when you point it out to him.

"You have to give me some credit, though. I know how to program emails on that thing now. Soon enough I'll be taking your job, so you better watch out."

You can't help but laugh at his reply, slightly shaking your head as you realize you’re getting distracted by him, trying to keep your focus on what you're supposed to be doing right now rather than indulge in a never ending back-and-forth with him. As soon as you type the last codes and the large SECURITY SYSTEM: DISABLED alert pops on the monitor, you quickly rise up from your seat. "You're up guys, hurry!"

"On it!" Sam replies as you rush outside the room.

Before he even says anything to you, Bucky is quickly guiding you down the hallway with the intent of getting out of there as soon as possible, turning to look at you with a confused expression when you stop walking and, instead, start yanking his arm to go in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing?"

"The exit is that way," you point out as if it’s obvious.

He looks even more confused now, and slightly annoyed. "Don't think so. That's the way we entered, but there's another way of leaving this place a lot faster."

"No, we can't change the plan!"

He definitely looks annoyed now, trying not to snap at you. "I'm not changing the plan. Exiting that way has always been the plan. If we go that way, we'll-"

Before he can say anything else, the loud sound of an alarm blasts through the entire building, signaling that you've been discovered and you'll be having company very soon. As if that wasn't enough, the door of the room you were previously in opens violently, and the guard that was previously unconscious on the floor is frantically alerting more people through his radio.

“Oh, that’s great,” you point out, slightly panicking right now because you’re still inside the building. “You decided to wake up early, huh?”

Bucky immediately grabs the guy by his bulletproof vest to throw him against the wall, taking his barely regained consciousness to his advantage. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice about six other guys coming towards you, turning around the same corner you wanted to run towards as part of your escape plan. Sadly, that's when you realized maybe the direction Bucky was suggesting was better.

You’re unsure of what to do now. It's not like you haven't been taught how to take down a few bad guys, but your specialities have always involved computers rather than physical combat. Almost as if he could read your mind, Bucky turns towards you for a quick second. "Go! I'll catch up to you." Again, almost as if he knew that you'd try to ask if he was sure about it, he immediately shouts yet another "Go!" before you're finally deciding to do as he says, running down the hall in the direction he has intended to go before.

Hours later, second after second that passes by, you’re more and more convinced that you'll never hear the end of it. If only you could go back in time and just agree with Bucky's plan rather than trying to argue with him. It would have spared you a lifetime of him reminding you how he was right and you were wrong.

Turns out his exit plan was the one you should've followed all along, because it actually led to the engine room which immediately meant being in a much less crowded part of the building to escape without risking bumping into more people.

All of you had enough time to change into something more comfortable to go out for drinks. Initially it was something you and Joaquín had planned alone, but evidently the two of you didn’t hesitate to invite Sam and Bucky. Of course they accepted the invite, and of course Bucky has done his very best to keep reminding you of your little mistake.

"Listen, if you don't want shit like that to happen again, just let me know your plan beforehand."

"But I did let you know. The problem is that someone is not really a good listener."

"No. Letting me know- like, properly letting me know, would've been telling me before we got inside that building."

Bucky smirks as he leans back on his chair, and it's obvious to you he's really enjoying this banter. "Plan changed at the last minute. If you would've just followed my lead, we could've left that building a lot faster."

"Ah, so you do recognize that wasn't the original plan!" you exclaim with a triumphant grin, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You changed it all by yourself and didn't tell me."

"Changed at the last minute," he repeats, as if to correct you. "You wanted me to stand there and explain every detail to you?"

"Oh, as if explaining it would've taken you hours! You’re always so dramatic."

"Children," Sam commented, interrupting the banter with an unamused expression. "I had to trust the operation to literal children."

Bucky scoffs at that comment, watching as Sam lets out a chuckle, shaking his head after witnessing this whole interaction between the two of you.

"Kinda makes you appreciate having an actual professional around, huh?" Joaquín says right after, flashing a charming smile in Sam's direction.

"Oh, please!" you, Bucky and Sam reply in unison, earning an offended look from Joaquín.

Soon after, Bucky is speaking again. "You know what? I'll give you some credit. You managed to do your part of the job…decently."

It’s obvious he wants a reaction from you, but even if your banter is entertaining, you know you can't keep bickering the entire night. Once again, you can’t help but to feel embarrassed, as if everyone at that table knows your little secret regarding your feelings towards Bucky. As if some innocent banter between friends could ever give it away. Besides, the four of you are here to celebrate your mission was a success, and the fact that you haven't seen the trio in a long time makes it the perfect opportunity to catch up.

Pretending to fully ignore his last comment, you turn to look at Sam from across the table. "You. I haven't seen your lovely face in a while," you start, watching him physically get ready for whatever silly comment you might come up with. "Tell me what you've been up to...I've seen the photos of you shaking hands with the President," the reference to Everett Ross sounding anything but endearing.

Sam sighs, shrugging. "Yeah, well, I guess you can say it's part of the job," he simply replies before taking a quick sip of his beer. "I can't say I'm thrilled about it, but I figured it's best to compromise a bit and keep the man happy. As long as he stays in line, I'll cooperate."

"Of course you're not thrilled about it, Sam. That's the same guy that put your ass in a prison in the middle of nowhere like you were some kind of top security criminal!" you reply almost immediately, still in disbelief at the revelation of any sort of alliance between him and Ross. Sam's expression lets you know that even he is still conflicted about it, not really knowing what to say. After taking a brief pause, you try to say something else to lighten the mood, not wanting him to think like you’re judging him for it. "Hey, I understand having to keep up appearances. I get it. And please accept my deepest condolences for having to deal with that piece of shit."

Your last comment makes the three of them laugh, and Bucky takes the opportunity to change the subject. "And what have you been up to?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "It's been a while since any of us has seen you."

"Well, my life has been all over the place the last few months. As all of you know, I moved into a new apartment. I loved my roommate, but I felt it was time to just live by myself, you know?"

"So no plans of leaving New York to move to D.C., huh?" Joaquín asks with a smile.

You return the smile immediately. "As fun as it would be to live closer to all of you weirdos, no. I plan to stay in New York for now. I'm just really comfortable there with the new apartment, the promotion I got a few months ago, the fact that most of my family and friends are there..."

"But not all your friends," Sam quickly points out, pretending to sound incredibly offended by your last statement. "But since we’re talking about friends and just social life in general...are you still single?"

"Why are you always so interested in my love life?" you joke with a playful grin, taking a sip of your margarita to leave him wondering the answer just a few seconds more. "Yes, I'm still single. Queen's full of creeps," you added shortly after. "Are any of you seeing anybody?"

"Proudly and happily single," Joaquín replies, raising his drink up as if to cheer before taking a sip.

Sam gives him a very visible side-eye. "Yikes," is all he says regarding that, turning back to you. "I'm not interested in dating right now, to be honest. I’m quite a busy gentleman, you know?" 

“And you say ‘yikes’ to me?” Joaquín says immediately after, looking dumbfounded.

You chime in before any of them could add anything else regarding that. “Bucky?” you ask, turning to look at him as you await his answer.

It was a bold move to directly ask him that question. On one hand, you know Bucky has always been a loner so you’re almost certain that he’s single. But there’s always that tiny percentage of probability that you’ll learn a truth you’re not sure how you’ll handle. He’s your best friend, of course you’ll be happy if he’s happy…but the idea of him revealing to you that he’s dating someone might actually make you physically sick.

You notice Bucky gets uncomfortable right away. “I’m single too.”

The pleasant feeling of relief lasts just a few seconds. The fact that Sam laughs at Bucky’s reply has your mind spinning, not understanding why he would laugh at that. Why the fuck is he laughing? Should you start panicking already?

"Actually, our buddy has been on a few dating apps, I believe."

Oh no. 

Even when you try to remind yourself not to care about anything remotely romantic involving Bucky- or at least, not to care more than a platonic friend would, you can deny the news of him possibly dating someone or even just randomly talking to any person in those apps makes your stomach turn. It really wouldn't be dramatic to claim that you could quite literally throw up right now at the thought of him and someone else right now.

It's not common to hear any sort of updates regarding Bucky's love life because...well, there's never any developments. He's never shown interest in anyone, and as far as you know he's never had any sort of relationship with anyone like that– serious or casual. What if he's interested in exploring that part of his life now? What if he has found someone already and you're about to hear him talk all about them? It makes you genuinely sick, but you try your best to act as unbothered as you possibly can, forcing you to mask your disgust and heartbreak with pleasant surprise.

"Is that so?" is all you say.

He looks even more uncomfortable by the subject, choosing to look down at his almost finished beer. "It's not...I was just trying to put myself out there," he says awkwardly, shrugging. "Long story short, online dating is not for me. I hated it."

You could tell he doesn’t really like talking about this subject, so you try to quickly ease the tension with a bit of humor. Besides, you're probably better off without hearing anything regarding that topic anyway. "It's because you couldn't figure out how the whole swiping thing worked, isn't it?"

Bucky immediately seems to relax with your joke, chuckling a bit. "It took me a few days actually." He takes a quick pause before continuing. "I probably should've asked you for help."

If there was any hidden message behind his last statement, it completely goes over your head because you genuinely thought it was just part of your playful banter regarding his lack of skills when it comes to technology. You laugh, and in return Bucky offers you a smile because that's as much hinting as he dares to do out loud, especially if Sam and Joaquín are sitting right there. He's incredibly used to you never getting his subtle implications anyway.

In front of you, the other two guys are watching this exchange unfold, and it's hard to tell which one of them has a bigger urge to tell you to stop being so fucking oblivious already. As subtle as he can be, Joaquín pokes Sam's side with his elbow to give him a quick heads-up before speaking. "Considering everyone's almost finished, Sam and I are getting another round of drinks."

The two of them are standing up when they notice you're grabbing your purse and standing up as well. "Oh, I can go with you. I have to go to the restroom anyway."

The two of them want to yet again yell at you to please get a grip on the situation, but Sam just silently takes a seat as you and Joaquín go over to the bar, quickly telling him what you want to order before heading towards the restroom.

A few drinks later the four of you are finally leaving the bar. Sam and Joaquín left to their respective houses while you and Bucky shared an Uber back to his own place. He was kind enough to let you crash in his spare room for the night. It's not like this is the first time you've ever stayed at his apartment when you visit the boys, but you can't deny the idea is both thrilling and terrifying- not like anything would happen to make you feel like that...you two are just friends...but, still...your silly head likes to get silly ideas sometimes.

Deciding not to indulge in your little fantasies, you decide to start a conversation. "Update on the food?" you ask, turning to look at Bucky, who sits comfortably on the sofa of his living room.

"Like ten minutes away," he says, taking a quick look at the screen. "How come you haven't congratulated me for knowing how to order food with this thing?" he added with evident surprise, making you chuckle.

"Because you keep saying 'this thing' like it's some mysterious device completely unknown to mankind," you reply, and before you can stop yourself, you continue. "It's cute, I guess, so congratulations."

Bucky's grin grows wider. "Oh, so it's cute?"

You try really hard not to panic, feeling incredibly embarrassed. The fact that he seems to be enjoying what you just said makes it even worse, because you know he’ll use that to tease you now. He just finds any possible excuse to do it. "Cute as in lame."

He chuckles. "Right."

Not knowing what else to say, you clear your throat before walking towards him, taking a seat next to him as you try to come up with something else to change the subject immediately. "I'm starving," is all you say, mentally scolding you for such a poor effort.

As soon as you're sitting, you unsuccessfully try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he leans just a bit closer...perhaps if you weren't hyper vigilant whenever the two of you are too near you might've missed it. And then, he stretches his arm across the back of the sofa, right behind you.

For a second, you even thought of mocking him for such a move, but bringing more attention to it would only make you that much nervous, and you really don't want to embarrass yourself. And most importantly, you don't want your silly mind and your silly heart to get their hopes up. You're just friends, nothing else.

"Me too," he agrees, the playful grin on his face still not disappearing. "Might have to steal a few fries from you."

"Oh, I'd really like to see you try stealing my food," you reply in the same playful tone, leaning just a little closer to him without even noticing that you were actually doing that.

"I think I deserve some compensation after what happened today. You know, for all the unnecessary ass-kicking I had to do."

"Just when I thought you had moved on from that!" you reply, jokingly slapping his knee. "It wasn't my fault, it was yours for not telling me the plan on time!"

"You should've just trusted me," he insists. "But you always have to be right on everything..."

You know he's joking. There's something about bantering with you that seems to absolutely fascinate him. "Yeah, and you always want to piss me off."

Bucky chuckles again, and that's when you feel his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his arm fully around you. What the actual fuck is going on. "What, you think I like pissing you off?" he asks, tone slightly lower than before, which inevitably makes the butterflies in your stomach multiply. "Is that why you think I do it?"

You were quiet for a moment, your brain not entirely registering what's happening. "I mean...yeah."

He stops for a second, and you almost see a hint of hesitation on his face before he speaks, letting out a frustrated sigh. "For someone who claims to be so much more clever than anyone else, I would've expected you to figure it out sooner," he starts, shaking his head with a soft smile. "I've been actually flirting with you, doll."

The comment evidently takes you by surprise and all you can do is to stare back at him like a complete fool. His arm around your shoulders, the proximity, the fact he had the fucking audacity to call you that nickname...did you somehow fall asleep on his couch without noticing and this is the type of oddly-realistic dream your brain decided to come up with? Are you still standing there like a fool just fantasizing and this one just got way too immersive? And did he really just say that he's been flirting with you?

Noticing you weren't saying anything, he decides to continue, looking a little hesitant and disappointed with your silence. "You know, it'd be really nice if you say something..."

"Awful way to flirt," is all you could come up with, which immediately makes him burst out laughing. 

"Maybe," he agrees. "But I can’t believe you didn’t figure it out. I mean…Sam and Joaquín did a long time ago."

"The three of you share the same brain cell, of course they figured it out a long time ago,” you reply, still in complete shock to be having this conversation with him. Were you really that blind? "You could’ve just asked me."

"You know I'm not direct like that," he replies, and the shy look on his face almost makes your heart melt. "Like I said, I was relying on your impressive intelligence to figure it out."

You let out a soft chuckle after his last comment, immediately giving him a warning look. "Don't." He looks back at you for a few seconds, almost wanting to challenge you after noticing the way you’re looking at him. Soon enough, he’s unable to hide his smirk anymore. "There it is," you point out, knowing he hates that.

Bucky lets out a soft grunt as a complaint, resting his head on your shoulder. Encouraged, you immediately move a hand up to his hair, affectionately playing with it. The two of you stay like that, simply enjoying being so close to each other. It feels incredibly right.

"So how do you feel?" he eventually asks, perhaps feeling braver to ask now that he doesn’t have to look into your eyes when he does.

You don’t reply right away, still feeling incredibly nervous despite knowing he does like you back. Eventually, you do build up the courage to say something. "I like you. Like, a lot."

Bucky moves back to look at you know. The look on his face gives you the impression that he wasn’t expecting you to be so honest with your answer, perhaps expecting another silly joke or sarcastic remark. And even though you thought about the possibility of choosing a more humorous approach, after keeping your feelings for him locked up and stored away for so long, you really needed to just say it.

Instead of saying something back, Bucky tightens his grip around your shoulders just enough, using his other hand to grab your chin right before kissing you. It certainly takes you by surprise, but you're quickly returning the kiss as you just completely melt in his arms, still trying to convince yourself that this is not some kind of hyper-realistic dream.

His hand swiftly moves to your cheek as the kiss continues, the gesture so incredibly delicate, a sharp contrast with the pure need he’s transmitting through the kiss. It’s desperate, passionate, intense…like he’s been waiting an entire lifetime to finally be able to experience this, grateful for the absolute privilege that it is to kiss you.

One of your hands moves up to the back of his neck and your touch seems to encourage him that much more because before you know it, he's taking the opportunity to gently bite your bottom lip, right before continuing to make out with you.

Much to yours and Bucky's disappointment, the sound of his apartment's doorbell echoes through the apartment, indicating the food you previously ordered has arrived.

He reluctantly pulls away with a soft grunt. "Food's here," he comments out loud, offering you a soft smile. He takes a brief moment to look at you, brushing his thumb against your cheek in an affectionate manner, dreading the idea of having to leave this couch. "I'll get it."

"I can help," you offer almost immediately.

Instead of replying right away, he leans in for a short kiss. "I'll get it," he insists, quickly making his way to the door after another buzz could be heard.

You sat in his living room in complete disbelief of what just happened, thankful that he's not here right now to see your goofy smile and blushed cheeks. He'd probably tease you to no end if he did see that.

Not knowing what else to do, you immediately reach for your phone, opening your messages. You knew exactly who would be the right people to share the news with.

'uhm so we just kissed??????' you texted, the first message in the group chat you just created with Sam and Joaquín.

Joaquín is the first one to reply. 'HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!'

'FUCKING FINALLY.' Sam texts shortly after.

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Pls more fluff with sev and sistersbsf reader !!! SOOO cute

best friend's older sister!sevika who you practically feel like a teenager in high school with, constantly sneaking around to catch a moment with.

as soon as you guys announced to your best friend that the two of you are dating, she made it crystal clear that time with her would be spent time with only her. ergo, no escaping to to sevika's bedroom. ergo, sevika can barely approach your friend group without her slapping her sister's muscled arm and sending her off.

you love your best friend, you really do, and you just as badly do not want this newfound romance with sevika to get in the way of your guys' years-long friendship. however, you and sevika have been dating for a mere month, and you both are still in the stage of wanting to spend every waking minute together. well, for her, you can only assume. as irritating as it is, she's an expert at keeping it nonchalant. but, you know her well enough to read her body language well. the way her hand keeps gripping yours until your fingertips are brushing against hers, how she grips your waist tighter when you fidget in her lap and tell her you need to head home. bits and pieces of her affection, more and more unfurling everyday.

not that you get to soak much up of it on the days claimed by your best friend. you try so hard not to be that person, the kind that ditches their friends as soon as they get a partner. but, it's achingly difficult to parallel play while you both scroll on your phones, knowing your girlfriend is right down the hall.

which is why as soon as your best friend unties her hair, winking at you as she leaves the room to shower, you're straining your ears to listen for the water to switch on. and when it does, the muffled noises of the sprinkles coming from the other side of the wall, you leap off her bean bag, scurrying down the hall and rasping on sevika's door.

your stomach buzzes at the sight of the grin that splits on her face when she swings the door open. "you know, doll, you don't have to kno--"

you smash your lips over hers, stumbling against her as her prosthetic arm catches you. from behind, you can hear her bedroom door clicking shut, and a split second later, your back is pressed against it. her mouth is insistent, soft lips coaxing your open as her tongue licks against your bottom lip. your head feels dizzy with the passion of it, her rough hands cupping your face, nose smooshing against yours as she dips her head further.

when she pulls away, her chest rising and falling against yours, a string of saliva linking your mouths together, you immediately break into a goofy smile, your heart alight with finally seeing her.

she reaches her arm up, propping it against the door as she leans into your space. "needed it that bad, huh?"

you snort, shaking your head gently. "nah, I just took pity on you. knew it must've been sheer torture, locked up in this bedroom, knowing I'm right next door."

"oh, the sleepover is tonight?" she asks, raising a mocking eyebrow. "see, she mentioned your name and I just kind of zoned out."

"awe, because you were daydreaming?" you coo, cocking your head to the side. "not that much of a mean, tough butch, huh?"

"I mean, I was daydreaming about how I'd fight off any of my sister's feral friends sneaking into my room to make out."

"that plan didn't seem to come to fruition, though," you drawl, looking at her through your lashes innocently.

"yeah -- you been working out or something?" she mutters, drawing you forward with a large hand on your hip. "a lot of force in that shove."

"oh, sorry, are you too delicate for it?"

she snickers, pausing as her eyes languidly rove over your face. as her expression settles into one of determination, you feel yourself squirm in her grip, beginning to grow shy.

before you can linger in the feeling for too long, she's gently shoving you onto her bed, not even giving you a moment to sit up before she's caging you under her body and pressing kisses down your neck.

minutes of making out later, the shower switches off, and immediately, you're ushering her off you, tripping over her sheets as you shuffles off her bed.

she remains seated, looking down as you scramble to get up from the ground. "what's the rush?"

"I promised her I'd devote all my time and attention to her today."

she snorts. "are you mine or hers?"

you brush down the wrinkles in your shirt, breaths heavy from the rapid exertion as you say, "both, it just depends on the hour."

"well, thanks for sparing a quarter of one," she says, patting your ass as you turn the knob of her door. "but, it wasn't nearly enough time."

you poke your head through the gap between her door and the frame, ensuring your best friend isn't out of the bathroom yet. "bold words from someone who got simply jumped by her sister's friend."

she shoots you a deadpan stare. "hilarious."

"yeah, yeah, don't get too intimidated," you whisper, patting her chest down with a sickeningly sweet smile.

right before you head into hallway, her long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to her with one singular, hearty pull. just as you hiss for her to let you go, she presses an amorous goodbye kiss to your lips, not even giving you a moment to reel yourself in before pushing you unceremoniously into the hall and saluting you, the image of seriousness.

you don't even get to glare at her, for your feet work all the faster, racing to get you back to your best friend's bedroom.

your best friend whose eyes immediately land on the evident bite back on your neck when she returns wrapped up in a towel.

grimacing at your neck, which is hot with humiliation as you pitifully tug the neckline of your t-shirt up, she mutters, "so gross."

[iamthatonefangirl]

it's @nevereclipse (anon cause sideblog)

but Bucky Barnes and dumbification? w a hint of degredation?

I like the way you think bae…

~~~

the noise of the TV is long forgotten, just white noise you no longer have any interest in. he's got you trapped under his body weight, pinning you to the couch, ready to have his way with you, captivating every ounce of your attention.

your limbs are sprawled everywhere. an arm draped over the armrest behind your head, a hand on his shoulder, a leg falling off the side of the couch. it's all you can do to hold on and look into his beautiful blue eyes as they stare down at you greedily.

he's already shed you of all your clothing, hating the barrier between you. all the while he's still hiding his beautiful body from you with his damn henley and those yummy grey sweatpants...

“daddy, please,” you whine stupidly as he rubs his thumb over your clit. it’s so good, but it’s not enough. you need him.

“please what, baby? tell me what you want,” he mocks.

“need you…” you say. you sound absolutely wrecked and ridiculous begging for him like this, but you can’t help it. your brain and body are all malfunctioning, craving that stinging feeling of him stretching you open.

“you’re just my dumb little girl, who needs something to cum on, don’t you, baby?”

you just groan, trying to nod your head yes in response.

“say it, babydoll,” he orders.

“need something to cum on…” you whine, trying to roll your hips up against his hand for more, whatever you can get from him as long he plans to keep teasing you like this.

he chuckles.

"my pretty little doll, all for me. I know what you need... so stop crying and wait until I give it to you," he says, voice turning colder, pinching your clit and making you wail.

"come on, quiet down. you don't know what you need. your little brain is too stupid for that. do as daddy says."

your whines quiet down, and you can't help but sniffle a little bit. you can't help it...

"wow, is my doll gonna cry? you know your tears won't work on me," he mocks, removing his hand from between your legs entirely. you can't stop it when a tear falls from your eye, so you shut them tight, trying not to disappoint him.

"aww, sweetie," he says, wiping the tear from your face, "look at daddy."

another sniffle. you open your eyes.

he pets your hair with one hand and brushes your tears away with another.

"of course your tears work on me. you know I hate to see my doll cry," he says sweetly. "I think you've been good enough, I'm gonna fuck you open nice and sweet now."

you try to speak, but your words come out as a mumble.

"speak up, sweetie," he prompts, "try really hard for daddy."

"wanna be more than just good enough," you whisper, finally audible. he chuckles once more.

"oh doll, you know you're so much more than just good enough. you're my favorite little toy, my pretty doll. you know that, don't you, sweetie?"

you nod.

"so don't worry, sweetheart. just let me do all your thinking from now on."

you hear the shuffling of fabric, and don't put two and two together until you feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down, teasing you from your clit to your weeping hole.

you begin to squirm, your limbs feeling like lead as you try to move, until his hands touch your skin and stop you.

"shh, babydoll..." he soothes, and you finally feel him pushing in, and there is that beautiful sting you've been waiting for.

he moves so slowly, running his hands up and down your sides as he takes his time stretching you out, oh so perfectly.

"there we go, is that better?" he taunts when he's fully sheathed inside of you, bringing a hand to your face. you look all fucked out and desperate, just the way he wants.

his fingers return to your clit, but he makes no indication that he's going to move anytime soon.

"gave you exactly what you needed, babydoll, just something to cum on."

you want to protest. you want him to fuck you, he said he was going to, please–

"you're gonna give me as many as I want, just like this, and then maybe I'll think about fucking you.”

~~~

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[alexanderlightweight]

I know I prompted last week so feel free to ignore this one but I thought it might be a little amusing. I'm moving soon (new job woo!) and yesterday my work laptop bluescreened, this morning my kitchen sink stopped working, now my bedroom lamp is flickering. Given that we have some highly magical buildings in the series how do they (loft or institute) react to Magnus/Alec moving out? Perhaps Lorenzo's deal doesn't work so well if the Loft itself gets a say. I loved all the recent hair lore prompts!

this was a bit ago but jsyk I never mind people prompting in a row, I just have limited time/energy but my plans are always to get to everything answered eventually!

i hope that did not continue? but also I agree, everytime you move the place you leave and the place you go to, everything that can go wrong will happily do so!!! I hope you new job is going well and treating you good?

Magnus - did not lose his magic in this scenario because i hate that plotline. They made a deal, Magnus is bunking with Alec because he wants to, not because he has to. He changes his mind after one night and opens up quite a few properties because he definitely has more than a single loft in his territory.

I hope you enjoy <3

lumine

—-

Lorenzo doesn’t need Magnus Bane’s loft and it’s not even for the property value, despite how nice it is, it hardly compares to any of his own, old and kept in pristine condition estates.

It’s because for several centuries, Lorenzo has been living in the shadow of Magnus’ Bane reputation and the idea of cutting him down, even when he’s already low, is too delightful to pass up.

How can Lorenzo remain in the shadow of a man now at his feet?

It’s that thought, that power that adds a little swagger to his step and a swirl to his wrist as he makes himself a delicious drink.

Except a moment after he takes a sip, he frowns.

Something is wrong with the drink and it isn’t until he uses both magic and his nose, that he realizes somehow his bottles of expensive alcohol have been changed.

His old fashioned somehow ended up with everclear rather than the bourbon or rye whiskey that he uses.

It’s foul and he dumps it down the drain and carefully uses his own hands rather than magic.

It tastes better, but the spoon he used to stir the first is missing and no matter how hard he looks, or even when he uses magic, it doesn’t turn up.

Since Lorenzo has too much on his plate with his new duties, he doesn’t bother to waste anymore time or magic.

The drink is subpar without his spoon but the view is still stunning. At least until that night when — after a profoundly intimate dinner party reviewing art — Lorenzo wakes up to the entire loft not only shaking.

But moving.

Mere moments after he wakes, Lorenzo is barely managing to keep the loft intact, his magic unprepared and wildly incapable of keeping up with the sudden onslaught.

When he’s done, he chances a glance out the window only to find himself in an entirely new area.

One far from where he went to sleep and one he doesn’t recognize.

He dials Bane without hesitation, his phone never far from him.

“Alec Lightwood.”

Lorenzo pauses because... he was expecting Magnus Bane.

Not Magnus’ Bane’s infuriating shadowhunter.

“I need to speak to the former High Warlock.” Lorenzo can’t help the little extra dig, because Magnus Bane is no longer so high and mighty.

“Well, he’s sleeping. So that will have to wait.”

“You could just wake him up.” Lorenzo reminds him, because talking to Alec Lightwood increasingly becomes like talking to a brick wall the longer Lorenzo knows him. Perhaps he is in need of prompting, which Lorenzo is willing to offer.

“I could, but I’m not going to. Magnus needs his sleep.”

Lorenzo takes a long breath and rethinks his strategy, “can you at least ask him, the moment he wakes. Why has the loft he traded me for my help moved?”

“Oh, did you catch the street you’re on now? I can probably give you the address if you did. If your magick wasn’t strong enough to tether it to the new building then it probably reverted.  Magnus explained to me about magical ricochet but, well you probably know what I’m talking about. Having magick and all that.”

Lorenzo admits he did not catch the street and Lightwood hangs up like he’s done anything but gives Lorenzo more of a crisis than he already has going on.

Lorenzo doesn’t know how but he somehow feels worse after the call.

“Tethered?” 

Lorenzo really doesn’t like where it seems like this is going, but he needs answers and he finds himself calling in a few favors.

Because he still doesn’t know where he is but he is most definitely sure that it’s not because his magic is lacking in any way.

-

AN:

uh so, the loft is quite magical and it's not magnus' fault that Lorenzo doesn't have enough magic to maintain the property. like. that's on Lorenzo, wanting to take on a property he can't manage or afford the *magical* upkeep of.

magnus is planning to wait this out until Lorenzo either begs him to take the loft back, or eventually whoever Lorenzo manages to hoist it onto, also finds out that Magnus is the original owner/architect and tries to return it.

alec is currently moonlighting as Magnus' secretary since he doesn't have his normal communication wards up at the institute.

Magnus is not sleeping btw, he simply handed the phone to Alec because he didn't want to deal with Lorenzo and his boy is ride or die.

not that Magnus will let his alexander die, but still.

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p1 [manjiro x reader]

a/n: i hope you guys like this series! i'm prettyy excited about this, already have ideas for the next chapter brewing but i'd love to hear all your thoughts on how i should take this!! (do comment if you liked reading, its basically my food atp LMAO) LMK IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED! tags: @dollrndo'

moving into the new apartment was tedious, you’d spent the entire day unpacking, cleaning and buying necessities. you were just about so ready to drop everything and sleep for a whole day. thankfully, the weekend was right around the corner so you had all the time in the world to wind down and adjust to the new setting before getting back to work the next week.

empty and half filled cardboard boxes cluttered the living room, you trudge on over to the bed and collapsed. you stare at your phone for a bit and sigh. you should probably meet the neighbours soon, this wasn’t a very large apartment complex after all and it wouldn’t hurt to make some friends in the new area. additionally, moving into a place that was completely foreign to you, while exciting, left you with no sense of direction. the only place you knew how to get to was work.

in any case, you pushed all these thoughts and worries aside, you could deal with them another day. to de-stress you grab your guitar that was leaning on the wall and wonder if you should play something.

__ “you know, i heard our new neighbor moved in today!” emma squeals excitedly. “oh yeah, i noticed furniture being moved in but i didn’t meet them” draken responds, looking up from the stove while preparing dinner. “mm..  everyone has been so busy recently” emma muses, “i hope this new person is nice, i could use a new friend, honestly” draken hums in agreement and the pair continue cooking. “oh! i just had a great idea, what if we bake them cookies? you know, like a.. welcome gift kind of thing” “that’s not a bad idea, should we do it tomorrow or something? i have the day off anyways, so i could help” “sounds like a plan!” emma responded.

in all honesty she was feeling pretty alone of recent, not that draken wasn’t enough company of course, she was ecstatic to be living with him and be able to wake up beside him every morning, but the rest of her friends certainly weren’t as free and she didn’t see them as often as they all saw each other when they were kids. kazutora and chifuyu were planning the opening of their pet shop, baji was cramming to get his medical degree, hina became a teacher, mikey was busy with his motorcycle racing career. she was overjoyed that everyone she cared about was doing so well but seeing them less and less certainly seemed to make her life slightly more dull. due to which, she was very much looking forward to this new person who just moved in.

‘would they get along well with me?’ emma thought as she was getting ready for bed. oh! she was so looking forward to meeting them. she’d heard that her new neighbor was a woman around her age. it would be so exciting to have a friend who lived right across!

draken got into bed as well. emma immediately wrapped her arms around him and sighed tiredly. the sound of very very faint strumming of a guitar could be heard near their window. “new person’s a guitarist?” draken muttered. “oh.. that’s so cool!” emma responded softly. it could barely be heard but it was still there. the layout of the apartment was such that their bedrooms were next to each other. draken chuckled “looks like we might be hearing a lot more of this” “mm.. i don’t mind, it’s not too loud, plus, we have something to talk to them about now!” draken smiled at her excitement.

__ the next morning rolled around and you woke up with a blaring headache. god. you felt so tired. you’d fallen asleep with your guitar next to you, seemingly have been too tired to put it back in it’s place last night. you groan and drag yourself out of bed. you make your way to the kitchen and make yourself coffee. you want to meet the new neighbor but.. maybe that can wait for a while. the only goal for today was to finish unpacking and most importantly, rest. __

emma woke up a little later in the day at around 9, she woke up to an empty bed, loss of her personal heater and frowned. ‘did draken wake up earlier than me?’ she got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to the very comforting sight of her husband preparing breakfast for the two of them. he picked up on the noise and turned around. “morning, sleep well?” he smiled warmly. “yeah” emma responded in a similar tone. her phone pinged noisily due to on onslaught of notifications. 

___ mikey: EMMA

mikey: emmmaaaaaaa

mikey: can u and draken pwease make something yummy for me

mikey: I’M VISITING TODAY (if you guys r free, i’m assuming you both are. you both better be free pleasepleaseplease)

emma: yes you dumbass

emma: could you not notify us earlier

mikey: ummhmmuhhughugh my manager just let me have the next few days off after last weeks race to rest

mikey: she says im being too reckless, which is just… dumb.. i’m totally not..

emma: alright whatever. we’re making cookies

mikey: LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  ___

“mikey’s coming over today” “oh that’s nice, haven’t seen him in a few days” “we need to make a larger batch this time i think,” emma hums “cookies? why?” “well, i need to give a generous amount to our new neighbor of course! and of course it goes without saying that we’re basically responsible for feeding mikey” draken laughed “yeah alright. we’ll get started then?” “mm.. after breakfast” emma places a chaste kiss on his cheek which makes him flush sheepishly. same as ever. __

you finish your coffee and sigh. you didn’t think it’d be this boring. building up to this moment, moving in to a new city, starting a fresh chapter always seemed so exciting but right now you just wanted to sleep for a good two weeks with no interruptions, but alas, those frustrating boxes are practically yelling at you to be emptied and organized. seriously? aughhh.. so annoying. you think maybe your discomfort and frustration might be coming out of hunger, you didn’t eat anything last night and it was 11 right now. surely you could find some nice restaurant to have brunch in right? maybe after treating yourself, you could force yourself to do the more daunting task of the day.  you get ready and as you’re about to head out the door, picking up your keys, you hear loud shuffling outside. __

mikey just reached the apartment about an hour earlier and yawned as he made his way up the stairs. the exhaustion from the race was definitely hitting him now. thankfully, he had emma's wonderful cookies to look forward to. he rubbed his eyes tiredly. pulling up his phone, he shot emma a text, "i'm here" 

"are you kidding me? how is this guy already here?" emma looks up from her phone "should be obvious by now, the second he hears anything food related nothing stops him. especially when it comes to your food and desserts" she sighed, they weren't even ready. at least now they could talk to him for a bit before he started scarfing down cookies.  __

she opened the apartment door for mikey

at the same time, you open your apartment door to leave for brunch and walk out

at the same time, mikey runs up the stairs. 

"BANG" suddenly, you're knocked back and straight onto the floor. "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!" you heard a high pitched voice yell and rush over to you, immediately you feel an arm on your shoulder and a tug on your wrist to help you get up. "erhh.. i'm fine.. it's okay…" you mumble, you make eye contact with the culprit, a relatively short young man, maybe around his 20s, his black hair cut short with an undercut and a dazed slightly lost expression on his face, as if he didn't even realise what happened. 

you glanced at the kind person who picked you up, she also seemed to be around the same age, luscious blond hair framed her face and she had an apologetic expression. her demeanor instantly shifted when she addressed the man next to her, "mikey you absolute idiot! i was trying to make a good impression, i can't believe you ruined it with your stupidity, gosh, can't you even look where you're going-" "you're really pretty" he said, directed to you, he still seemed to be in a daze. "h-what?!" you yelp. 

emma's eyes widen in surprise but she quickly masks it and turns to you, "i'm so sorry on his behalf, he's my stupid brother" she pauses "you know, but you are really pretty! uh, i'm your neighbor by the way, my name's emma! nice to meet you" your face flushes. "y-yeah- i.. umm.. my name is y/n. it's nice to meet you too.." you choke out. "thank you by the way, you're really pretty too" emma laughs brightly. "thank you! gosh. we need to meet properly some other time, would you be free today?" "oh- yeah" "great! i'll meet you then!" she promptly yanked mikey's hand, dragging him into her house and gently shut the door, leaving you startled and flushed from the interaction. 

well. that certainly was not how you expected this to go. 

that guy was pretty cute though. hopefully you'll run into him again. 

[properlittlefamily]

[ID: reply from @dairxoxo that says, "What are you reading? I haven't read anything since 2021 or so. Do you have any good recs. I need something to try to awake my love." [two smiling emojis] /End ID]

Okay this turned out longer than I thought because of course I had to go through all my bookmarks to answer this properly haha.

Warning (I guess): I am a very anti-Rebecca person. I've gotten used to the idea of Seb over these last years, but still very much prefer not to have him in my fantasy soap realm.

omegaverse au - butteredsc0tch | a/b/o, mpreg

"He’d started to feel nauseous, nothing extreme but just a little queasy in the morning when he’d wake up and again just before he’d go to bed. And if he’d felt tired, well he’d been working hard – add in the strain between him and Chrissie and it’d been no surprise he’d felt more exhausted than normal.

But then one day he’d sat down to rest his eyes for 5 minutes at his desk, and had woken up 2 hours later to Chrissie shaking his shoulder, peering down at him with worried eyes. The fact that he’d then slept for 10 hours that night, and had still needed another nap the following day, didn’t go unnoticed by him either.

So he’d bought a test, and had locked himself away in the en-suite where he'd known he wouldn’t be disturbed."

I know omegaverse/mpreg is not everyone's cup of tea, but this is one of absolute favorites. Like top 3 for me, no contest. I just think it's so well written, both story and character wise. I've read this series so many times, I've lost count. Love, love, love.

you're so much brighter than the sun to me - wafflesofdoom | canon divergent

"after their fight at home farm, aaron and robert sit and talk, and decide a holiday in vegas is exactly what they need to sort themselves out.

or, the one where their holiday of a lifetime to vegas turns out to be unforgettable for more reasons than one."

Everytime I go back and reread this, I'm always just clinching my fists and grinding my teeth because of what could've been. And because it's just adorable.

The Plan - orphan_account | smut, accidental voyeurism

"As soon as Aaron saw that smirk on Rebecca's face, he knew she was doing this on purpose so he comes up with a plan.

That plan includes texting her to walk through the back and watch Robert fuck him and not her."

Aaron being an absolute menace and literally marking his territory is just so fun to me. Also always love me some shameless smut

sweet dreams are made of these - KayCeeCruz (locked to users)

"After a tragic accident, Robert’s left in a coma. While his loved ones fight to keep him alive, Robert sinks into a world of dreams. When he wakes up, he is confused about what life is real and all he wants is to have his husband by his side." I haven't reread this one yet, but I remember absolutely loving it the first time I read it. This one has definitely been bumped up the list.

Triggers - KiyoYoon | past abuse, smut, aftercare

"Aaron and Robert enjoy a day without Liv in the house alone, meaning that they can gladly have sex without the thought of scarring their little sister. Until Aaron feels a heavy weight in his chest and doesn't realise he's stumbled across some triggers."

Another top favorite of mine. I really love all the fics that dive into emotional/mental/physical response Aaron (could of) had in the aftermath of his abuse, but this is one that has always stuck in the back of my mind.

pushing up daisies series - softlyspoken | mpreg

“I’m just ...” Robert looks at Aaron, really looks at him and Aaron looks away from him. “You look different.” He whispers.

Aaron’s eyes flicker slightly. “Your leather jacket is annoying.”

“Eh?”

“I thought we were pointing out random things.” Aaron says, he puffs his chest as he speaks.

Yes, another mpreg fic. This is actually a trope I read quiet often. Anyway another well written series that I just adore and have read so many times.

Reiteration - Otherworldliness | time travel (kind of)

"Robert Sugden falls asleep in August 2017 as a broken man rapidly losing everything he loves. He awakes in August 2014 with more knowledge and hindsight than any man should, but more importantly Hope."

Another fic I haven't reread yet, but I'm always thinking about it. Basically a "god is a robron shipper and is not happy" fic and I remember loving it.

Village Talk series - theprincessed

"A collection of random, often canon-related conversations starring Robert and/or Aaron and featuring assorted villagers in Emmerdale."

Just a fun collection of short stories of Robron interacting with other villagers.

[dammit-tazmuir]

Honestly, in the end, Mercy's downfall was that she couldn't stop herself from caring, despite very very badly wanting and trying to.

She couldn't stop grieving. Couldn't help but strive for a solution that spared the most people (working with BoE, having evacuation plans, etc). Couldn't bring herself to just kill Harrow quickly even though she 100% had the means to, instead disabling her pain and leaving her to die where Mercy didn't have to watch. Couldn't turn a blind eye when G1deon tried. In spite of all of everything, in spite of actively wanting him dead, she couldn't even fully bring herself to stop loving John, and his lies hurt so much more because she did. And still she couldn't walk away from an opportunity to finally end things even if it meant only sparing most people instead of all, even at the cost of her own.

And she very much did kill God. She succeeded, he just got better. If not for that, or even if she'd known that would be the result of trying, things would have been very different.

What I'm saying is Mercy would absolutely obliterate truly any horror or similar setting you put her into. Especially if you let her keep her Lyctor abilities, but even if you didn't and she had to adapt. Her sheer tenacity and competence is absurd and she's all but unstoppable against any horrible or violent things you could throw in her way.

I do, however, think she would be utterly broken if you threw her into like... My Little Pony. Pokemon. Yu-Gi-Oh! even. Any setting where everything is very ridiculous and/or cute-and-soft and the strongest characters run on the power of friendship. She'd be furious but as soon as she realized she couldn't escape, she would absolutely and miserably cave. She'd end up being the tsundere antihero friend who finds the main characters obnoxious but would commit real murders if anyone hurt them and she'd complain about it the entire time.

I still agree we should give her a Gundam though. I think she'd have a lot of philosophy to spout about the horrors of war while beating people with giant swords.

The thing I love about Mercymorn that I'm pretty sure you could drop her in any sci-fi media and she would be one of the last ones standing.

She would survive Alien, I'm 100% sure. She would not even give a shit about the alien. That bitch would burst out of someones chest and she would not stop eating her cereal.

The Thing? Come on, that thing is made of flesh she would kill it.

I'm not even joking you could put her in the background of a 40k novel and it would end with her going "well, that was some shit, what now?"

John Gauis only got her because he was literal god, when god is the only thing that can kill you you should be put in different media to fuck shit up. It's enrichment.

[hellenhighwater]

If you did build the redwall and get mice, since they dont live for long, how would it work once they all passed? Would you get more or just clean the redwall set up and have it as decoration? If you did get more would you have to sanitize the redwall set up? How would you clean around it when you did have the mice (honest questions, you got a bug in my brain about trying to make a set-up for mice and keeping them, but ive never kept mice before so im wondering your plan)

Honestly, I'm not sure. I've had mice before; they are lovely little pets, but that was when I had the Terror of the Underbrush. She was a fantastic hunter but also had zero interest in my pet rodents, so it was a less risky proposition--I don't trust my current cats to not murder a loose mouse out of pure confusion. I do think I could build a cat-proof enclosure, though.

Anyways--I could sell the whole thing when the mice passed; I could get new mice. Yes, you can just clean the enclosure and introduce new ones. Part of the point of making Redwall out of ceramic is that it can be very easily cleaned and sterilized--it's exactly the same stuff as dishes are made of. I could literally throw the whole thing in the dishwasher, or dunk it in boiling water. Easy cleaning!

The main issue is that I don't want a decorative Redwall, I want a REAL Redwall. With real little guys. So while I could make felt or ceramic mice, that's not the point! I want it to be used.

So I'm probably going to find someone to pass this along to when it's done. Ideally, someone that posts their mouses, so I can see it in use. But there's also a real possibility that the brain worms will Get Me and I will make a whole little Redwall world before I slow down.

[humanmorph]

fatt pin-up week 2: intimacy

a room & a bed

version from before i started messing with the bg & overlay colors (<- what a pain!!!). i like this one too.

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I like how Nazi has ceased to mean anything at all. It's actually kind of wild.

What's more, is I don't understand the hate outside of a lot of the false news about Trump. Yeah he was moron whenever he hired Bolton. His first term was filled with a lot of decisions that should have been different.

Now, can I say with any real sense of urgency that I hate the man? No. Because hatred should be reserved for people that you have an exceptionally strong disdain for and with good reason. To go a step further than that, you would have to prove that Elon is a Nazi. Except you can't because he's not a national socialist. In order to be a Nazi you actively have to be anticapitalist. Elon is not anti-capitalist. And, further still, Elon wears a dog tag around his neck with hostage victims names on it and has stated that he plans to continue wearing it until all the hostages are returned.

Not to mention the fact that a lot of you people, (Not Marc or Otaku) have literally been running around calling Jews Nazis. Because to you Nazi no longer has a meaning. It literally just means person that I hate.

That, and at some point we need to reestablish the difference between dislike and hate. Hate implies that you disdain someone so much that you would rather have a knife shoved into your stomach and have it twisted then stand next to that individual. And I'm going to very much go on a lemon think that otaku does not share that kind of sentiment towards Trump. Even further still a lot of people who are borderline okay with him being president right now despite the fact that they don't like him, are literally only doing so because the Democrats have gone so far off the reservation that they come off like actual psychopathic lunatics.

Aside from the fact that they are which is beside the point. But what kills me even further is understanding that a lot of the people who are calling out neoprogressivism will go right back to supporting Democrats as soon as they get a person who pretends to be moderate back in the top slot. And we'll then go back to ignoring all of the bad s*** that the Democrats have done to get to this point and we'll just let everything that has been done prior slide all for the banner of I'm a "progressive and not a conservative".

Because unlike them I don't actually care what I get labeled. I know that I am a moderate slightly left libertarian You can call me anything you fucking want to but it doesn't make you correct. And unlike a lot of the people on this hellsite, I won't absolutely scatter at the prospect of being called right wing or conservative because again I don't care. Mind you, I will correct you probably. But that doesn't mean that I'll have enough care to make a big deal out of it. But sure, continue to support the party or call yourself a part of the party that supports open borders, has continued to sell us out to China, drained our oil reserves, founded the KKK, and it's continued to bankrupt this country and push further and further and further towards neoprogressivism because they've always been that way. They will demolish this country and you will vote for it. And I won't be shocked.

And no matter how many people claim that Trump is far right the left and the right at least on the surface were aligned on issues back in the '80s and '90s and early 2000s. Trump is a Democrat from that time period. The only difference is he never went straight Neo progressive. He kept his same stances from back then. Besides that if Elon is such a Nazi why did it take you guys so long to see through it. Y'all literally have been supporting him for 15 plus years. Then Trump appoints him as an advisor and he does one off-kilter wave and you people lose your minds?

Bunch of arrogant children I swear.

Being pro Trump (and therefore pro Elon) makes you a Nazi hope this helps!

Yeah, I'm definitely a supporter of the guy I've called a, and I quote, "fucking retard", on multiple occasions. Also, the guy who put a married gay man in charge of the treasury and a Jew in charge of the EPA is definitely a follower of the ideology that says those kinds of people must die.

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[quirkle2]

some stuff i didn't get to finish this year, mostly bc the motivation ran dry. even if i don't finish a piece i still have a blast makin the sketches

[endwersed]

guess who just spent 2 hours plotting out a new ending to striking out

[seaofreverie]

So my in-depth commentary and analysis of the Drowned In A Sea Of Tears music video (& song) will have to wait. Not too long I hope. I hope the video makes its epic return tomorrow morning. Again

[running-in-the-dark]

kinda disappointed with how this weekend went. I mean, it wasn't bad! but it was our first weekend in the new apartment, and I/we wanted to get a lot done. I already did a lot during the week (a lot for me, not a lot for most people I guess), but there's lots of things that I can't do/can't do on my own, either because I'm too short or not strong enough or I need someone else to hold something or whatever. which realistically just won't get done during the week because my husband works full time, so. it sort of sucks that only one very small, unimportant thing got done. 😔