#time to search. elsewhere

[doeeyeseddie]

ryan for daman magazine

[g4y-th0ughts]

also, i’m not a peter x carla hater because i understand the relevance that peter and their relationship had in carla’s story and i do think that he loved her in his own (terrible) way.

but let’s recap this whole storyline that i’m rewatching.

carla gets psychosis, peter helps her through it because he loves a damsel in distress, she has to go on meds that basically eradicate her sex drive. fast forward some time later, carla is better (but she’s still on psychosis meds) and peter feels like there’s a wall between them (because carla is not physically available anymore), so instead of talking with her he decides to bitch about their lack of a sex life with adam, get closer to struggling abi (because carla is right and he did miss some female attention) and disregard all of carla’s concerns. when carla’s predictions come true (abi makes a pass at him and he feels the need to drink again) and they inevitably fight, he throws in carla’s face that he was so kind to not make her feel bad when she slept with someone else while IN ACTIVE PSYCHOSIS and that it’s carla’s fault, anyway, if they’ve grown distant because she hasn’t been very welcoming (meaning, she hasn’t wanted to have sex) (with him, because she did have it with a random stranger) (it was rape, actually). so, she actually has no right to complain when mr. most selfless man on earth only wants to help her and all the other vulnerable women in weatherfield. and to top it all off, carla had to hear that basically she was the root cause of their lack of sex life and therefore relationship issues from ADAM. so, in carla’s true fashion, she convinces herself that it’s actually her fault (did nothing wrong in any part of this whole storyline) and she is overreacting, accepts cheap flowers from Peter and sleeps with him as a way to fix things. like, i’m so sorry that man deserved JAIL during this whole thing

[shiraishi--kanade]

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[neredoesnotfail]

❛ do not forget what i am.  ❜ // @lcftyambiticns

"And what is that?" the drow questions with a mocking not-quite-smile, that telltale [ patronizing ] sing-song to his voice.

His head canted slightly to one side, he continues, pondering the potential answers aloud.

"A ne'er-do-well? A cad? A wizard of... questionable renown? A mere mortal hoping to cast off his mortality? What, precisely, is it that you wish us to remember that you are?"

[in-death-we-fall]

[itzpristelle]

urge to redesign peppa pig characters

[bigcryptiddies]

Sometimes people will criticize a piece of media for things about it they don’t like and some bozo-on-the-internet’s advice will be “well if you expanded your horizons and interacted with media that fundamentally Does Not Interest you…”

[abyssalpriest]

Damnit lev lmfao. I was thinking about Shiva wearing corpse ash being resonant for other reasons, something about his relationship with the Bright Skinned Ones and death and whatever. No, no. More fucking importantly: Oh I wonder why Shiva is known for. you know. wearing bodies. his appearance is a mass of bodies joined together. yeah

[visdiefje]

It's so wild and refreshing to me to want to be HERE. In my country. In my general area. Where I am

[serkonans]

it's funny bc I'm literally at a point where I may genuinely get the raise I've been a year overdue for and I'm making huge strides in terms of like. recognition at work. but I feel genuinely serious about potentially finding someplace else for the first time

[ikilledamanforthisurl]

people give Reverse Image Search WAYYYYY too much credit especially since i know everyone probably just uses the built-in "search by google" one and not like.... literally any other RIS. search by google is ASS

[lexcys]

★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh

[osterby]

The only way any of this even partially makes sense is if you think my searches are being used to train an algorithm that will serve fics to other users. This is insane.

AO3 does not have such an algorithm. Every search will turn up every single fic that fits the criteria, minus everything that fits the exclusion criteria, sorted in exactly the order the user has chosen. Every time. No matter what.

And even if a site does have an algorithm that uses English-only search behaviour to serve reccomendations to non-English-speaking users, you should be complaining to that site about their crappy garbage algorithm, not complaining about people *checks notes* using the site in a way that makes them capable of using it.

Hypothetical scenario: someone is on Ao3, looking for fanfiction to read. This person only speaks/reads English, and they set the language filter to only show fics written in English.

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[nohabed]

Attention please !!!

Hello, my name is Noha, a mother of 4 children in Gaza. We now live in inhumane conditions, lacking all the necessities of life. We have lost our home and our loved ones. We have been forced to move more than 9 times so far and we are now subject to an evacuation order. My children and I were forced to live in this. The infected place, in tents that do not protect us from anything, neither the cold of winter nor the heat of summer. We have been here for months, among the filth and sewage. My children are sick and suffer from wasting, hepatitis, and many other complications, skin and respiratory diseases. We cannot obtain food or medicine. There is no water for cleaning or bathing.There is no place to shower, we literally live in filth!! Diseases and epidemics, what is our fault in all of this? Do we have to face all this to survive death? To die slowly every day? From hunger, thirst, illness, fatigue, or even from depression and fear! My children long for their warm bed and our beautiful home, but now they have turned to ashes, missing their schools, their friends, and their most basic rights as children! They miss their forgotten childhood among tents and water lines, searching for food or killing harmful insects that attack them throughout the day!

I created this link to try to survive and save my children from this nightmare, so that we can begin to recover and regain our dreams. Your help is our only hope!

Your little means a lot to us, don't hesitate! Your help could save the life of an entire family elsewhere

[lemonanddeepspace]

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

Summary: Your husband just wants a taste...

Warnings: Minors do not interact! Smut, Lactation Kink, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi - Bluesky

“Be careful, it’s hot.” Zayne warns you as he puts the soup in front of you. He grabs your son from your arms, giving you a chance to eat in peace. You smile at him, watching as Zayne bounces your baby boy in his arms. 

When you found out about your pregnancy, you didn’t expect Zayne to be the perfect husband and father, but he’s proved you wrong. You couldn’t be happier by the results, and you truly wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. He’s there for whatever you need. You want to say that it started since you found out you were expecting, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Zayne has always been exceptional.

“He’s teething.” Zayne comments, noting the swollen red gums of his baby boy. That does explain the drool all over the house. Zayne kisses the top of the baby’s head before he begins to search for a remedy that will help with the discomfort. 

“Poor little thing, he’s been so fussy lately.” You respond, watching as Zayne opens every cabinet to find something to help his son with the discomfort. “I heard that if you rub–”

“No whiskey, no scotch.” He quickly cuts you off, practically reading your mind. You can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s in the soup, by the way?” You ask as Zayne finally finds something that will help the baby with his ailments. Zayne has a hint of a smirk on his face before he answers,

“I can’t reveal my special ingredient.”

“Is it something I hate?” Your eyebrows come together, trying to figure out your husband’s trick. Zayne walks over to you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“It helps with your milk supply.” He shares. “It’s also tasty.”

“I’m assuming there’s something in here that I don’t like since you refuse to tell me.” You comment, bringing the spoon up to your lips. It’s for the best, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. “Don’t tell me.”

“I won’t.” He answers as his baby drops what’s in his hand, making a loud thud as it hits the ground. The baby whines as Zayne leans down to pick it up. Zayne tries to give it back to him, but crying ensues. “Seems like it’s time for a nap.”

“I can–” You hurriedly stand up, wiping your mouth before walking over to Zayne. Zayne shakes his head. 

“Finish your meal, I can handle our son.” He reassures you, as he shushes the baby. You take a seat, watching as Zayne walks away with the baby. He’s got it under control. 

Your day is a bit intense. Your baby boy is not only fussy, but you can’t figure him out. Zayne got him something to help with his gums, but the baby tossed it the moment it was in his hands. He cried yet he didn't want food, warmth nor sleep. He only calmed down during his bath but the moment he was out of the water, the cries continued.

But finally, he gave out. Zayne successfully put him to sleep, giving you the rest of the night off. You’re able to do nothing for the rest of the night– Or until your baby boy decides that he needs something.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom, securing your towel before going to the dresser. Zayne lays down in your bed, comfortably reading his book, until his attention is drawn elsewhere.

“Your towel is slipping.” Zayne points out as you lean down to get some pajamas. You laugh. As if it mattered. In a matter of seconds you’ll get naked to put on your pajamas.

“Thank you, my love. I know.” You answer as you put down your clothes on the edge of the bed. He can’t take his eyes off you, staring at the bit of skin you show. He stares like a starved man. “Is that a no to the movie?”

“I’m in the mood for something else.” He reveals, a smirk forming on your lips. You can tell that he is, it’s written all over his face. You sway over to him, trying to act all innocent as your hand goes under his chin.

“Can you show me what it is?” You ask before your lips go down to peck his own. Zayne feels his chest get heavy with an unexpected rise in temperature. The room is suddenly hot. 

“Aren’t you tired?” He responds, not wanting to push you over the edge. He looks at you with hopeful eyes, a look that’s hard for you to reject. It’s a good thing that you still have energy for this; you always do.

“If I was, would I be here?” You take a seat on the edge of the bed, one tug away from letting your towel fall. Zayne still takes a moment to read your expression, a meek attempt to figure out what you’re really feeling. Before he can do anything, you bring your lips to his ear and whisper, “We really don’t know the next time we’ll be able to–”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Zayne pulls your head back and kisses you. His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against yours as his hand goes to your back. You’re overpowering, simply with one kiss you’re able to dull all of his senses. 

Your back is pressed against the mattress as Zayne gets on top of you. He pulls away, looking down at you with lustful eyes before his hand tugs the towel. His breath hitches before his lips land on yours again.

“Right there–” You whimper as he sucks on your sweet spot. Zayne doesn’t spend too much time on your neck though, he’s set his eyes on something else. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck until he finally reaches your breasts. 

He kisses your breasts, clearly restrained. He’s kissing you subtly, touches that you barely feel. It’s been like this lately, he barely touches your boobs when he’s obsessed with them.

“Zayne.” You call out to him, making him stop. He patiently words for you to speak, to give him the green light again. “You can touch them.”

“Huh?” He furrows his eyebrows as you grab one of his hands and move it down to your boob. It squeezes it as a reflex. He bites down his lip before ensuring, “You’ll be okay with this?”

“Yeah.” You reassure him, nodding in response. Zayne doesn’t waste a second before dipping his head, tongue circling around your nipple before his lips wrap around it. He actually sucks, getting some of your milk in his mouth. He keeps sucking while one hand goes down to your pussy, two fingers running through your slick folds. 

He pushes two fingers into your cunt as he continues to drink your milk. You shut your eyes as pleasure slowly consumes you. It feels better than what you could’ve imagined– And it seems that Zayne is enjoying himself. Zayne finally unlatches from your tit, but he doesn’t waste too much time before wrapping his mouth around your other boob. 

He’s flicking his tongue on your nipple before he sucks. He’s been starved for too long, he’ll stop when he’s satisfied. He likes it enough to keep his mouth on your tit and continue drinking. The feeling of pleasure quickly becomes overwhelming as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt. 

“Zayne–” You moan, your back arching as he gets the best of you. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

He moans against your tit, telling you just how much he’s enjoying this. He’s curving his fingers, hitting just the right spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, hips bucking while he treats your body so right. 

“It’s too much!” Your voice is loud and clear. Your orgasm builds up and quickly washes over you. Zayne would usually praise you for coming all over his fingers, but his mouth is too preoccupied to say anything. 

He continues sucking until he’s satisfied. He lifts his head up, a fulfilled look in his eye. But he’s going to be greedy. He’ll try to get more, until he can’t handle it. 

Zayne pulls down his pants, pumping his cock before running the tip through your folds. His breath gets caught up in his chest as he slowly pushes himself inside of you. You shut your eyes and bite down on your lip as his cock stretches you out. He gives you a second when he bottoms out.

Zayne begins to move his hips, moving slowly but steadily picking up speed. You look perfect while you’re under him. He’s already so worked up from doing nothing, he doubts he’ll last too long. There’s nothing that he likes more than the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

“Zayne…” You moan, your back arches as you take it all. He’s hitting all the right spots, making you weak. After your first orgasm it’s hard for you to contain yourself. You’re still sensitive and he’ll use that to his advantage. Your hands grip the bed sheets as Zayne’s thrusts get faster and faster. 

“You’re so perfect.” His nose buries in the crook of your neck as one hand goes down to play your clit. You’re squeezing around him, already too much for you to handle.

Zayne’s lips land on your nipple again, sucking on your tit. His thrusts lose momentum, unable to focus on two things at once– It’s no issue with you, you’re already in a state of euphoria. You’re cursing under your breath, feeling yourself get so close already.

“Zayne!” You reach your climax again, making a mess all over his cock. Zayne finally unlatches, licking up some of the milk that drips out, ensuring it doesn’t go to waste.

His movements get sloppy, knowing this fight wouldn’t last long since the beginning. Zayne groans as he empties himself inside of you, thrusts stopping when he knows every last drop is inside of you. When he finally pulls out, he falls down right beside you, completely out of breath.

You’re a mess again, and you just got out of the shower. You chuckle at the realization, and your husband can’t help but ask, “What is it?”

“I have to shower again.” You answer, and he laughs with you.

“Sorry.” He can’t help but apologize, making you click your tongue.

“I started it.” You say, something which he can’t argue against.

You lay down in silence for a moment before you narrow your eyes and stare at him. You’re trying to figure it out, and he has no idea what you’re trying to do. 

“What?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Did you like it?” You hide back a smirk as you watch his face turn redder than it already is. That’s your answer. 

Needless to say it won’t be the last time it happens.

[eyelessfaces]

look what the cat dragged in

bob reynolds x reader

summary: you get bob a cat for emotional support; the cat adopts you as parents and is undeniably bound to bring the two of you closer.

tags: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, yearning, everyone in the watchtower knows you and bob are in love, bucky is lowkey done with this, bucky's cat alpine is mentioned, yes bob having a black cat is symbolism to ostracism and the void

word count: 0.7k

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“Hey Bob,”

Bob turns at the sound of your voice, a wondering expression over his face until he notices the ball of jet-black fur settled in your arms; a bright smile starts to grow onto his face, one that you swear lights up the whole room. Bob gets up from the couch without ever breaking eye contact over you and the cat, setting aside the magazine he had been reading, cautiously approaching you, moving gently to try not to startle and scare the cat. “Who’s that here?” he asks in an ecstatic, hushed squeal as he steps closer.

“That is…” you trail off, unsure, taking a look at the nameless black cat in your arms. “Didn’t think it through, you’ll name her whatever you want but that’s your cat,” you smile, looking back up at Bob. “I mean, our cat, but mostly yours” you declare.

Bob is stunned for a moment, mouth moving but unable to get anything out. “Wha– I can’t–”

“It’s some sort of emotional support,” Bucky says, joining the conversation. “Kinda worked for me with Alpine. Gets your mind elsewhere, grounds you in tough moments” he mutters.

“But– I don’t even know how to take care of myself” Bob helplessly scoffs, gaze shifting back and forth between you and the cat.

“You’ll get to that. We’ll help anytime you need” Bucky pats his shoulder, walking past him, discarding the conversation and moving along with his own business. 

You give Bob a pinched smile and nod of approval and Bob sweetly smiles back at you in appreciation, but you’re quickly both distracted when the cat starts to wiggle in your arms, losing patience from being held too long. You let her plop down onto the ground and watch as she sniffles around, taking in the new scents and unfamiliar surroundings of the Watchtower. Bob carefully kneels down, eyes following the black cat in quiet fascination, wiggling his fingers to attract her towards him; she seems to take interest in it and tentatively approaches him.

“Hey,” Bob gently whispers, letting the cat sniff his hand. She leans in and lets Bob caress her face with the back of his knuckles, her ears pointing back. You don’t miss the smile that is growing onto Bob’s face, and you’re comforted into thinking this would be a good idea.

“You’re a natural,” you remark, unable to help the smile over your face either. 

Bob’s lips curl into a smile, looking up at you from where he’s kneeling. “I’ve never had any cats but whenever one’s around it always comes to me,” he declares as the cat curls under his hand when he caresses her back, practically already fully trusting him. 

Bob pets her for a while before eventually reluctantly standing back up. “Look, I really appreciate it and she’s really cute but– I don’t know if I can handle the responsibility” he declares, an evident look of disappointment over his face. 

“Hey, they’re mostly really independent. Besides feeding her and cleaning the litter, there’s not really much to do” you nod as your hand comes to rest over the side of his arm. “And if when the time comes you don’t have the strength to take care of it, there will be six of us to do it. We got your back” you grin in support. 

Bob’s face lights up, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes soft with gratitude, your stomach sinking under the weight of his gentle gaze. “Thank you,” he says, his voice lower than before, like it’s not just about the cat anymore. 

His eyes search yours longer than necessary in a comfortable silence, and his mouth opens to talk again, but he halts and breaks away with a light clearing of his throat when Bucky makes it known he’s still in the same room as the both of you. 

You don’t even want to know if Bucky has been watching and what he has been reading into this; you know what everyone has been saying and are aware of the playful teasing about you and Bob those past few weeks, it’s substantial evidence and now just a matter of either of you daring to step up.

Your hand leaves Bob’s arm, and you both look down when the cat comes dancing at your feet, rubbing and swirling around your ankles affectionately, her low purr cutting through the silence.

“She likes you,” Bob quietly notes.

“Looks like it,” you reply with a light chuckle that releases a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“She’s got taste” he smiles, just a little, warm enough for you to get his point.

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